Chapter 7
My Savior
'Jahken. Did you hear something?', asked Sesshomarou, pausing. 'No, milord!', Jahken piped, halting as well. Again the youkai heard a scream. Growling, he began towards the sound. That was Minerva. Someone was hurting HIS Minerva. He could smell her blood, her tears. He saw her then, on the ground with a wolf on top of her, raking at her back and sinking its fangs into her flesh. He grabbed the weakling by its throat, breaking its neck
easily and throwing it aside, before he knelt by her.
She was covered in bites and scratch marks, the scent of her blood even to make him sick. 'Minerva?' She twitched slightly at his voice, turning her head towards him and only then did she begin to cry. Her hands clutched at his clothes frantically and she shook her head. 'I'm sorry! I should have stayed at the village.', she cried, trembling slightly. He shook his head,
lifting her carefully and trying to avoid her wounds, before he began
towards the village. He would deal with Jahken later...
~
The villagers had at first been frightened, thinking he had done it. But he'd demanded help, and they'd fearfully given it. She now lay on a futon, bandaged and cleaned up. Her shirt had been removed, but the bandages hid
the features she would have tried to do so herself. He sat beside her,
patiently awaiting her to awaken.
'Jahken. Stop pacing and come here.', he said coldly, watching the toad- demon slowly enter. 'Yes, milord?' 'You lied. She did not try to run away.
She was looking for me because you did not wait for her.', Sesshomarou growled in a malicious voice. 'But... I only thought it would be best for
you. She's growing too attached and I fear you are as well, milord.', Jahken said in a fearful voice. 'I will do what is best for me. You will go into the forest and wait for me to find you.', Sesshomarou said in a voice tainted with an intent to kill. Jahken scrambled away quickly, trembling.
'Sesshomarou...', Minerva murmured, her hand reaching out to take hold of his sleeve. He looked down to her and then took that hand, smiling faintly. 'How are you?', he asked almost gently. 'Peachy.', she groaned, shifting
slightly. 'I'm sorry...' He blinked, shaking his head. 'Why are you apologizing?', he asked quietly. 'I was stupid... I should have waited for you.', she said in a shaky voice. 'I was led to believe you had run away. I would have left without you.', he said quietly, tightening his hold on her
hand slightly.
She nodded, taking a deep breath, before she pushed herself up. Her arms trembled and she almost fell back, but he caught her about the waist and held her carefully. 'You should be resting.', he murmured, though he didn't
release her. 'I can't lay down anymore. It hurts.', she sighed, leaning
against him and closing her eyes. He hesitated for a moment, and then pulled her into his lap, supporting her carefully. 'Can you sleep now?', he
asked quietly. 'I'm... No.', she said, flushing.
He smiled, running his thumb over her red cheek. 'Why are you blushing?'
'Because I'm in your lap.' He hesitated, then quirked a brow. 'Are you uncomfortable?', he asked quietly. 'No. Just not used to this...', she said in a timid tone. He nodded, then slid her back onto the futon and stood. 'I must go now.' She took hold of both of his hands, wincing at the pain, and held tightly. 'Why? Don't leave me alone.', she said in a fearful tone. He
simply looked at her for a long moment, the silence between them heavy,
before he knelt and held her hands as well. 'I will return as soon as I
can. Tomorrow's sunset, at the most.', he said firmly.
'Promise?', she inquired, holding tightly to him. 'I promise.', he confirmed, having a slight feeling of deja vu. He'd had this conversation with her before, and he would keep both promises. She nodded, hesitantly releasing his hands and supported herself. She gave a thankful smile as he helped her ease down onto the futon. 'Thank you.', she murmured sheepishly.
'Your welcome.', he murmured, before placing a kiss on her forehead. Standing rigidly then, he exited the room quickly and left her huddled in
the blankets, a bright red color.
My Savior
'Jahken. Did you hear something?', asked Sesshomarou, pausing. 'No, milord!', Jahken piped, halting as well. Again the youkai heard a scream. Growling, he began towards the sound. That was Minerva. Someone was hurting HIS Minerva. He could smell her blood, her tears. He saw her then, on the ground with a wolf on top of her, raking at her back and sinking its fangs into her flesh. He grabbed the weakling by its throat, breaking its neck
easily and throwing it aside, before he knelt by her.
She was covered in bites and scratch marks, the scent of her blood even to make him sick. 'Minerva?' She twitched slightly at his voice, turning her head towards him and only then did she begin to cry. Her hands clutched at his clothes frantically and she shook her head. 'I'm sorry! I should have stayed at the village.', she cried, trembling slightly. He shook his head,
lifting her carefully and trying to avoid her wounds, before he began
towards the village. He would deal with Jahken later...
~
The villagers had at first been frightened, thinking he had done it. But he'd demanded help, and they'd fearfully given it. She now lay on a futon, bandaged and cleaned up. Her shirt had been removed, but the bandages hid
the features she would have tried to do so herself. He sat beside her,
patiently awaiting her to awaken.
'Jahken. Stop pacing and come here.', he said coldly, watching the toad- demon slowly enter. 'Yes, milord?' 'You lied. She did not try to run away.
She was looking for me because you did not wait for her.', Sesshomarou growled in a malicious voice. 'But... I only thought it would be best for
you. She's growing too attached and I fear you are as well, milord.', Jahken said in a fearful voice. 'I will do what is best for me. You will go into the forest and wait for me to find you.', Sesshomarou said in a voice tainted with an intent to kill. Jahken scrambled away quickly, trembling.
'Sesshomarou...', Minerva murmured, her hand reaching out to take hold of his sleeve. He looked down to her and then took that hand, smiling faintly. 'How are you?', he asked almost gently. 'Peachy.', she groaned, shifting
slightly. 'I'm sorry...' He blinked, shaking his head. 'Why are you apologizing?', he asked quietly. 'I was stupid... I should have waited for you.', she said in a shaky voice. 'I was led to believe you had run away. I would have left without you.', he said quietly, tightening his hold on her
hand slightly.
She nodded, taking a deep breath, before she pushed herself up. Her arms trembled and she almost fell back, but he caught her about the waist and held her carefully. 'You should be resting.', he murmured, though he didn't
release her. 'I can't lay down anymore. It hurts.', she sighed, leaning
against him and closing her eyes. He hesitated for a moment, and then pulled her into his lap, supporting her carefully. 'Can you sleep now?', he
asked quietly. 'I'm... No.', she said, flushing.
He smiled, running his thumb over her red cheek. 'Why are you blushing?'
'Because I'm in your lap.' He hesitated, then quirked a brow. 'Are you uncomfortable?', he asked quietly. 'No. Just not used to this...', she said in a timid tone. He nodded, then slid her back onto the futon and stood. 'I must go now.' She took hold of both of his hands, wincing at the pain, and held tightly. 'Why? Don't leave me alone.', she said in a fearful tone. He
simply looked at her for a long moment, the silence between them heavy,
before he knelt and held her hands as well. 'I will return as soon as I
can. Tomorrow's sunset, at the most.', he said firmly.
'Promise?', she inquired, holding tightly to him. 'I promise.', he confirmed, having a slight feeling of deja vu. He'd had this conversation with her before, and he would keep both promises. She nodded, hesitantly releasing his hands and supported herself. She gave a thankful smile as he helped her ease down onto the futon. 'Thank you.', she murmured sheepishly.
'Your welcome.', he murmured, before placing a kiss on her forehead. Standing rigidly then, he exited the room quickly and left her huddled in
the blankets, a bright red color.