Title: Falling Stars
Author: Celyia (ladycelyia@aol.com)
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi still owns all. :-)
Dedication: To all those who enjoy the journey.
Note: Okay, well, I split this particular chapter up into two parts. Originally, what will now be Chapter 9 was actually the second half of this one but I wanted to get Sesshoumaru's reaction up before I got into the next plotline. Sorry for the inconvenience!
-Cel.
Chapter 8
Why?
Absently, he raised his hand to massage the aching wound in his chest, barely refraining from wincing as his fingers probed the reddened skin.
It was her fault, he decided with a consuming growl that started deep within his chest. Snarling as the sound erupted from his throat, Sesshoumaru stalked on, leaving his retainer and ward behind with nary a thought.
Inuyasha's bitch. How could such an insignificant creature manage to distort reality in such few hours? he wondered as he forced his hand down from his aching wound. It was almost as if she had single-handedly turned his world inside out.
Snorting as his golden eyes scanned the horizon, Sesshoumaru silently scolded himself for the thought. He was simply allowing the girl to take too much power. Ones such as she undoubtedly lived for it.
And he lived to crush their puny little lives between the sharp points of his claws.
Almost smiling as he imagined how it would feel to see the girl lying prostrate before him, those strange but completely unappealing eyes widened with fear as she realised her situation, Sesshoumaru felt his hand clench tightly of its own accord.
She would die, then, her life extinguished by his own hands. Perhaps she would finally understand her crimes as her soul ebbed slowly from that small, weak body.
The thought really wasn't as pleasing as it should be.
Frowning suddenly, Sesshoumaru turned his gaze upon the child who ambled so innocently after him. It was the child's curse. Certainly before her, he would have never faltered at such an opportunity as he did last night, much less find the mere idea of killing a human reprehensible.
Yet, if he were to be honest to himself, he did. And because of this accursed weakness, the human woman still breathed.
Instinctively, he reached into his kimono and pulled out the strange, red cloth the girl had given to him just last night. It was a remarkable weave, truly. Undoubtedly durable considering that he had seen the woman wearing the same article for three years now and it had yet to even fade. Curiously, he sniffed at it, only to be struck by the salty sweetness that emanated from the small cloth.
The stench was pleasing in the most noxious way, he decided even as he stuffed it back out of his companions' view. She clearly wasn't as filthy as the humans tended to keep themselves, much to his sensitive nose's dismay.
His eyes narrowed as he stepped on, infuriated by these rebellious thoughts.
The woman was a liability and an annoying one at that. Yet, he had still saved her worthless life.
Why?
His nostrils flared as he suddenly found himself completely at a loss at his own actions.
Feeling slightly betrayed, Sesshoumaru closed his eyes momentarily even as he continued walking. Wincing as he remembered the woman's face directly after Naraku's thug stabbed him, her blue eyes large with shock and concern (certainly not for me?), Sesshoumaru turned gruffly to his retainer.
"Stop that infernal racket before I kill you," he said as calmly as possible, even as he felt a surge of heat rise up to the tips of his ears. He couldn't think. He needed silence and he needed it now.
The woman had stolen too much of his precious time since last night. He needed just a few moments of silence, just long enough to focus his mind in order to regain control and he would permanently evict the bitch from his thoughts.
Control.
He was, after all, Sesshoumaru, the feared Lord of the Western Lands. Even the most powerful of creatures would tremble at the mere utterance of his name. He could make an entire village weep with a single glance.
He was the epitome of control and he, alone, would choose what he would think about.
His head held high, this lord of the western realms walked proudly through his territory.
I wonder, he thought suddenly, a frown usurping the look of triumph from his lips as he wracked his brains for the memory he knew he possessed somewhere, what the woman's name is?
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Author: Celyia (ladycelyia@aol.com)
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi still owns all. :-)
Dedication: To all those who enjoy the journey.
Note: Okay, well, I split this particular chapter up into two parts. Originally, what will now be Chapter 9 was actually the second half of this one but I wanted to get Sesshoumaru's reaction up before I got into the next plotline. Sorry for the inconvenience!
-Cel.
Chapter 8
Why?
Absently, he raised his hand to massage the aching wound in his chest, barely refraining from wincing as his fingers probed the reddened skin.
It was her fault, he decided with a consuming growl that started deep within his chest. Snarling as the sound erupted from his throat, Sesshoumaru stalked on, leaving his retainer and ward behind with nary a thought.
Inuyasha's bitch. How could such an insignificant creature manage to distort reality in such few hours? he wondered as he forced his hand down from his aching wound. It was almost as if she had single-handedly turned his world inside out.
Snorting as his golden eyes scanned the horizon, Sesshoumaru silently scolded himself for the thought. He was simply allowing the girl to take too much power. Ones such as she undoubtedly lived for it.
And he lived to crush their puny little lives between the sharp points of his claws.
Almost smiling as he imagined how it would feel to see the girl lying prostrate before him, those strange but completely unappealing eyes widened with fear as she realised her situation, Sesshoumaru felt his hand clench tightly of its own accord.
She would die, then, her life extinguished by his own hands. Perhaps she would finally understand her crimes as her soul ebbed slowly from that small, weak body.
The thought really wasn't as pleasing as it should be.
Frowning suddenly, Sesshoumaru turned his gaze upon the child who ambled so innocently after him. It was the child's curse. Certainly before her, he would have never faltered at such an opportunity as he did last night, much less find the mere idea of killing a human reprehensible.
Yet, if he were to be honest to himself, he did. And because of this accursed weakness, the human woman still breathed.
Instinctively, he reached into his kimono and pulled out the strange, red cloth the girl had given to him just last night. It was a remarkable weave, truly. Undoubtedly durable considering that he had seen the woman wearing the same article for three years now and it had yet to even fade. Curiously, he sniffed at it, only to be struck by the salty sweetness that emanated from the small cloth.
The stench was pleasing in the most noxious way, he decided even as he stuffed it back out of his companions' view. She clearly wasn't as filthy as the humans tended to keep themselves, much to his sensitive nose's dismay.
His eyes narrowed as he stepped on, infuriated by these rebellious thoughts.
The woman was a liability and an annoying one at that. Yet, he had still saved her worthless life.
Why?
His nostrils flared as he suddenly found himself completely at a loss at his own actions.
Feeling slightly betrayed, Sesshoumaru closed his eyes momentarily even as he continued walking. Wincing as he remembered the woman's face directly after Naraku's thug stabbed him, her blue eyes large with shock and concern (certainly not for me?), Sesshoumaru turned gruffly to his retainer.
"Stop that infernal racket before I kill you," he said as calmly as possible, even as he felt a surge of heat rise up to the tips of his ears. He couldn't think. He needed silence and he needed it now.
The woman had stolen too much of his precious time since last night. He needed just a few moments of silence, just long enough to focus his mind in order to regain control and he would permanently evict the bitch from his thoughts.
Control.
He was, after all, Sesshoumaru, the feared Lord of the Western Lands. Even the most powerful of creatures would tremble at the mere utterance of his name. He could make an entire village weep with a single glance.
He was the epitome of control and he, alone, would choose what he would think about.
His head held high, this lord of the western realms walked proudly through his territory.
I wonder, he thought suddenly, a frown usurping the look of triumph from his lips as he wracked his brains for the memory he knew he possessed somewhere, what the woman's name is?
Response to reviews:
Eeeek! None for the last chapter!
Thanks, guys!