Intuition of the Heart
Scroll Five
Kagome and Sesshomaru had a rather enjoyable time together in the library. She learned he actually had emotions, he learned she actually had a brain. He nearly got disembowled with some comments but Kagome stayed civil. Rin was out side giggling hysterically she was planning and scaring the wits out of Jaken who was really worried about her mental health.
Kagome learned a lot about youkai culture, by looking through Sesshomaru's family papers. He'd noticed her keeping far from Inu-Yasha's papers. He was watching Rin out side the door playing with a fawn, while Kagome picked up a scroll painting. She carefully unrolled it, and gasped. Siting beneath a large blossoming cherry tree, lush with blossoms, sat a young woman, she sat on a blanket, her kimono was white with blood red cherry blossoms decorating the silk. She had yards and yards of white silk hair, and large, hauntingly beautiful gold eyes, thickly rimmed with black lashes. She had alabastor pale skin, and a beautiful body. Two crimson slashes marked each pale cheek, and a indigo cresent graced her forehead. She sat beneath the tree, which was the largest of many, and was before a crystalline blue river. It was a brautiful setting. The woman was beautiful too. Kagome noticed the large fluffy white tail, curling around her resting on the blanket. But what really caught her eye was the little boy, with the fluffy tail, short cropped white hair, and large innocent amber eyes, thickly rimmed with black. He had alabastor skin, and wore a pale blue kimono with darker blue hakama pants. He was barefoot and laughing as he seemingly chased the butterfly before him. He had the same exact marks at the woman on the blanket.
Kagome smiled softly, this was Sesshomaru and his mother. Her fingernail lightly traced the boy's happy face. She hadn't noticed Sesshomaru watching her, untill he rested a chin on her shoulder to see what she was looking at, tracing. She heard a soft, sharp intake of breath, and then a barely audible sigh. His finger tips slid over the image of his happy mother. They were exactly the same, even in personality, untill she died, until his father had chosen a mortal to mate, untill InuYasha was born. Then he turned into the cold, cruel, heartless, merciless monster he was. But he was the same kind, loving, soft hearted 'child' inside. No one, not even his mate would be able to penatrate that defense. The defense of his heart. Or so Sesshomaru thought.
"I wonder what happened to this happy, warm boy?" He heard her say softly to herself. Then she shifted, she turned, nearly making his face meet her lap, if she hadn't caught him, her palms warm on his pale cheeks. Her eyes captured and raked his for answers. He saw she was dead set on returning him to that boy. He almost smiled. Almost. They both flew apart rather startled when Rin pounced on Sesshomaru.
"Ha! Caught you! You love each other already! Yay! When do I get a sibling?" She giggled. Kagome's face turned vermillion, Sesshomaru's face turned crimson. Kagome replaced the things she had taken out, in perfect order. She placed the scroll painting back and stood. She bowed low then stood straight making for the door. That is, untill Rin nearly plowed her over by clinging to her legs. Thank god for gymnastics, ne?
"Where are you going Okaa-san?" Rin looked up with a large gaze of confusion. Kagome smiled softly, and bent down, stroking Rin's hair.
"No where, just, exploring. I need time to think. I'll play with you in a little while alright Rin-koi?" Kagome replied softly, so not to alert the girl to her leaving. Rin let go. And Kagome slid the door open, walked out then slid it shut.
"Promise?" Kagome had heard Rin whisper, Kagome never answered. Rin's eyes dropped to the floor. She made Kagome leave, by pushing the two together. She suddenly ran out the back doors into the gardens. Sesshomaru stood, and slowly walked after Kagome, making his presence unknown. He watched her as she stood on the cliff edge of the north grounds, the cliff dropped steeply into a enormous lake, surrounded by lush vegatation, and large trees.
She stood, with the wind fluttering through her hair and kimono, she was pale in the sunset, almost snow white. There wasn't any snow around the castle, it was cold, but no snow. She stood with her palms cradling her elbows, her eyes watery, shimmering, crystal clear tears streaming down her cheeks, stinging her skin in the cold. Her teeth had broken the skin of her bottom lip, blood dripped in one little trickle down her chin, from the corner of her mouth. She was wracked with guilt and pain with what she had done to Rin. But Kagome needed to leave. If nothing was here for her anymore, why stay? Sango and Miroku had a family of their own, seven children, four girls, three boys. Shippo stayed with his vixen mate near Sango and Miroku to help take care of the children, even with ten pups of his own. Kohaku had settled down with the little girl from the village, they had killed Naraku, and the Jewel was complete. InuYasha and Kouga she didn't need to worry about. And Kikiyou was long gone, long at rest. She had nothing left. Rin had Sesshomaru to look after her, so she didn't -really- need Kagome. Nothing was here for her anymore. Nothing was there for her in the future.
A shaky sigh escaped her trembling lips, only to by whisked away by the wind before her ears twitched with the sound. She didn't hear Sesshomaru come up behind her, but she did -feel- his arm wrap around her waist to twist her into him, her chest to his, her eyes to his. His eyes were narrowed and hers narrowed to watch him. Even as a youaki, she didn't appreciate the jerking around. Then he surprised by tenderly wiping the tear stains from her flushed cheeks. She saw something flicker in his eyes, when he hesitated wiping her blood from her lips, he did though, letting the droplets of crimson whip away on the air, sliding off his stainless fingers. She bowed her head and looked away. He raised her chin with his free fingers. She closed her eyes, then opened them warily at his soft, low growl.
"Why are you being so kind to me?" She whispered hoarsly, slightly uncomfortable with his closeness. A small, soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips. She looked worridly from his lips with a hard swallow to his eyes. They were suddenly closer than before, and soft. Soft, glittering and full of a secret mirth. She swallowed hard again. His eyes never closed, as he gently closed the distance between their lips, caressing her swollen lush lips with his soft ones, coaxing a kiss from her. Her eyes didn't close, like she thought they would, she watched his emotions as she kissed him back with the same tenderness. A sudden warmth made his eyes glow with tenderness, she saw for a mere moment, the boy in the painting. She wrapped her arms around his neck loosely, giving him the opportunity to drag her to him, keeping her pressed against him rather hard. She didn't mind.
He didn't know why he was kissing her, dragging her closer like she'd jump from the cliffs if he let her go. She'd hurt Rin, because Kagome had nothing left for her in either past or present. Sesshomaru had watched her enough to know. She couldn't stay for Rin when Rin would die someday and she wouldn't. Shinji had seen to that. Kagome would live forever, or so it seemed to her, like he would. He suddenly felt her wrap her arms around him, and he dragged her to him, almost to roughly. He just wanted her close, and he feared himself going insane. How could he suddely find love in his heart for the Miko-wench? Just like that? It was impossible. But he knew the truth. It was far from impossible if you have been in love with her the whole time, he heard himself say inside his mind. He mentally cursed himself. Why did he have to feel this warm, this loved, in her presence only hers? He took his lips from hers before he sought her taste. But when he saw her toung dip out to swipe across her bottom lip tentatively, absently. He abandoned it, and took her lips again, his tounge plunging into her mouth to explore gently. He found her tounge and caressed softly, an he choked on a soft moan when her tounge responded.
She was sweet, addicting. She tasted like whipped cream and strawberries. He tasted of hot, melted chocolate, and cherries. She physically had to restrain herself from moaning at the pleasure of the warmth of the kiss. She didn't know why they were kissing, they were the world's most unlikely couple in a billion years. Yet there they were, kissing like there was no tomorrow, well there wasn't for her at least. She suddenly pulled from him. He blinked, keeping his grip on her firm.
"Why...?" That's all she could manage.
"That's my thank you, for helping your complete enemy, who happened to have lost his...hea- never mind." He'd almost said his heart. She smiled softly, almost to softly for his liking. She was going to do something stupid. To him at least. He knew she was going to do something. He had to stop her. But how without professing his undying love to her, and say it began from the begining? She pushed away gentlt, and he let her go. She ran back to her room, a mere blur in the now dark grounds.
Sesshomaru made his way slowly back to the compounds, he walked along the polished floor in the dead of night, when every one had gone back to bed, save for one lonely miko-wench with a sharp pointy object.
Kagome knelt in the gardens, a dagger pressed to her wrist vertically, so the slide would be long and deep, and her bleeding would be quick. Her heart would pump the blood from her at the rate it was going, killing her quickly.
Sesshomaru sensed something was wrong. He turned and started to run towards the source, he somehow knew what he'd find....
Kagome sliced her skin, the flesh parting for blood to spill down her pale arm, she did the same to the other wrist, blood pouring in thick trickles like vermilion veins down her arms. Tears splashed down her cheeks, and she bit her bottom lip against sobbing, against making noise. She mentally said goodbye to everyone, and somehow knew they heard it...
A pain gnawed and gripped at the pit of Sesshomaru's stomach, he'd encountered this before. Fear. He hated the feeling. He truly did. It meant something was really really wrong. His heart was gripped painfully. His love, it was Kagome. He started running even faster.
She knew she'd taken it to extreme, but what else was there? Nothing. She had nothing. She was numb and she couldn't feel even if there was something still there for her. She dully watched the blood stream from her wounds, she gave a small smile at the memory of her and Sesshomaru that evening. She started to cry harder. She realized that she could have loved him. It was too late now, she though as she fell forward on her knees, in a pool of her own warm, crimson blood.
Sesshomaru flew to Kagome's side, picking her up out of her blood. His lips nuzzled hers, pleadingly, hopingly. Kagome moved into the source of warmth, she smelled orchids. Sesshomaru. Her eyes fluttered open, her vision was blurry but she would see him, his lips touched hers, she kissed back weakly. She felt hot tears on her forehead, her resolve broke.
"I'm so sorry...." She whispered.
"Don't be..please. Oh gods, don't be sorry. Just let me heal you, let me help you. Let me love you, Kagome...please." He pleaded with her, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She heard him whimper, her heart shattered.
"Then love me...." She whispered, a soft blue glow surrounding her, wrapping like ribbons around her....Then love me..her voice echoed through his head like chimes in the wind.
Scroll Five
Kagome and Sesshomaru had a rather enjoyable time together in the library. She learned he actually had emotions, he learned she actually had a brain. He nearly got disembowled with some comments but Kagome stayed civil. Rin was out side giggling hysterically she was planning and scaring the wits out of Jaken who was really worried about her mental health.
Kagome learned a lot about youkai culture, by looking through Sesshomaru's family papers. He'd noticed her keeping far from Inu-Yasha's papers. He was watching Rin out side the door playing with a fawn, while Kagome picked up a scroll painting. She carefully unrolled it, and gasped. Siting beneath a large blossoming cherry tree, lush with blossoms, sat a young woman, she sat on a blanket, her kimono was white with blood red cherry blossoms decorating the silk. She had yards and yards of white silk hair, and large, hauntingly beautiful gold eyes, thickly rimmed with black lashes. She had alabastor pale skin, and a beautiful body. Two crimson slashes marked each pale cheek, and a indigo cresent graced her forehead. She sat beneath the tree, which was the largest of many, and was before a crystalline blue river. It was a brautiful setting. The woman was beautiful too. Kagome noticed the large fluffy white tail, curling around her resting on the blanket. But what really caught her eye was the little boy, with the fluffy tail, short cropped white hair, and large innocent amber eyes, thickly rimmed with black. He had alabastor skin, and wore a pale blue kimono with darker blue hakama pants. He was barefoot and laughing as he seemingly chased the butterfly before him. He had the same exact marks at the woman on the blanket.
Kagome smiled softly, this was Sesshomaru and his mother. Her fingernail lightly traced the boy's happy face. She hadn't noticed Sesshomaru watching her, untill he rested a chin on her shoulder to see what she was looking at, tracing. She heard a soft, sharp intake of breath, and then a barely audible sigh. His finger tips slid over the image of his happy mother. They were exactly the same, even in personality, untill she died, until his father had chosen a mortal to mate, untill InuYasha was born. Then he turned into the cold, cruel, heartless, merciless monster he was. But he was the same kind, loving, soft hearted 'child' inside. No one, not even his mate would be able to penatrate that defense. The defense of his heart. Or so Sesshomaru thought.
"I wonder what happened to this happy, warm boy?" He heard her say softly to herself. Then she shifted, she turned, nearly making his face meet her lap, if she hadn't caught him, her palms warm on his pale cheeks. Her eyes captured and raked his for answers. He saw she was dead set on returning him to that boy. He almost smiled. Almost. They both flew apart rather startled when Rin pounced on Sesshomaru.
"Ha! Caught you! You love each other already! Yay! When do I get a sibling?" She giggled. Kagome's face turned vermillion, Sesshomaru's face turned crimson. Kagome replaced the things she had taken out, in perfect order. She placed the scroll painting back and stood. She bowed low then stood straight making for the door. That is, untill Rin nearly plowed her over by clinging to her legs. Thank god for gymnastics, ne?
"Where are you going Okaa-san?" Rin looked up with a large gaze of confusion. Kagome smiled softly, and bent down, stroking Rin's hair.
"No where, just, exploring. I need time to think. I'll play with you in a little while alright Rin-koi?" Kagome replied softly, so not to alert the girl to her leaving. Rin let go. And Kagome slid the door open, walked out then slid it shut.
"Promise?" Kagome had heard Rin whisper, Kagome never answered. Rin's eyes dropped to the floor. She made Kagome leave, by pushing the two together. She suddenly ran out the back doors into the gardens. Sesshomaru stood, and slowly walked after Kagome, making his presence unknown. He watched her as she stood on the cliff edge of the north grounds, the cliff dropped steeply into a enormous lake, surrounded by lush vegatation, and large trees.
She stood, with the wind fluttering through her hair and kimono, she was pale in the sunset, almost snow white. There wasn't any snow around the castle, it was cold, but no snow. She stood with her palms cradling her elbows, her eyes watery, shimmering, crystal clear tears streaming down her cheeks, stinging her skin in the cold. Her teeth had broken the skin of her bottom lip, blood dripped in one little trickle down her chin, from the corner of her mouth. She was wracked with guilt and pain with what she had done to Rin. But Kagome needed to leave. If nothing was here for her anymore, why stay? Sango and Miroku had a family of their own, seven children, four girls, three boys. Shippo stayed with his vixen mate near Sango and Miroku to help take care of the children, even with ten pups of his own. Kohaku had settled down with the little girl from the village, they had killed Naraku, and the Jewel was complete. InuYasha and Kouga she didn't need to worry about. And Kikiyou was long gone, long at rest. She had nothing left. Rin had Sesshomaru to look after her, so she didn't -really- need Kagome. Nothing was here for her anymore. Nothing was there for her in the future.
A shaky sigh escaped her trembling lips, only to by whisked away by the wind before her ears twitched with the sound. She didn't hear Sesshomaru come up behind her, but she did -feel- his arm wrap around her waist to twist her into him, her chest to his, her eyes to his. His eyes were narrowed and hers narrowed to watch him. Even as a youaki, she didn't appreciate the jerking around. Then he surprised by tenderly wiping the tear stains from her flushed cheeks. She saw something flicker in his eyes, when he hesitated wiping her blood from her lips, he did though, letting the droplets of crimson whip away on the air, sliding off his stainless fingers. She bowed her head and looked away. He raised her chin with his free fingers. She closed her eyes, then opened them warily at his soft, low growl.
"Why are you being so kind to me?" She whispered hoarsly, slightly uncomfortable with his closeness. A small, soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips. She looked worridly from his lips with a hard swallow to his eyes. They were suddenly closer than before, and soft. Soft, glittering and full of a secret mirth. She swallowed hard again. His eyes never closed, as he gently closed the distance between their lips, caressing her swollen lush lips with his soft ones, coaxing a kiss from her. Her eyes didn't close, like she thought they would, she watched his emotions as she kissed him back with the same tenderness. A sudden warmth made his eyes glow with tenderness, she saw for a mere moment, the boy in the painting. She wrapped her arms around his neck loosely, giving him the opportunity to drag her to him, keeping her pressed against him rather hard. She didn't mind.
He didn't know why he was kissing her, dragging her closer like she'd jump from the cliffs if he let her go. She'd hurt Rin, because Kagome had nothing left for her in either past or present. Sesshomaru had watched her enough to know. She couldn't stay for Rin when Rin would die someday and she wouldn't. Shinji had seen to that. Kagome would live forever, or so it seemed to her, like he would. He suddenly felt her wrap her arms around him, and he dragged her to him, almost to roughly. He just wanted her close, and he feared himself going insane. How could he suddely find love in his heart for the Miko-wench? Just like that? It was impossible. But he knew the truth. It was far from impossible if you have been in love with her the whole time, he heard himself say inside his mind. He mentally cursed himself. Why did he have to feel this warm, this loved, in her presence only hers? He took his lips from hers before he sought her taste. But when he saw her toung dip out to swipe across her bottom lip tentatively, absently. He abandoned it, and took her lips again, his tounge plunging into her mouth to explore gently. He found her tounge and caressed softly, an he choked on a soft moan when her tounge responded.
She was sweet, addicting. She tasted like whipped cream and strawberries. He tasted of hot, melted chocolate, and cherries. She physically had to restrain herself from moaning at the pleasure of the warmth of the kiss. She didn't know why they were kissing, they were the world's most unlikely couple in a billion years. Yet there they were, kissing like there was no tomorrow, well there wasn't for her at least. She suddenly pulled from him. He blinked, keeping his grip on her firm.
"Why...?" That's all she could manage.
"That's my thank you, for helping your complete enemy, who happened to have lost his...hea- never mind." He'd almost said his heart. She smiled softly, almost to softly for his liking. She was going to do something stupid. To him at least. He knew she was going to do something. He had to stop her. But how without professing his undying love to her, and say it began from the begining? She pushed away gentlt, and he let her go. She ran back to her room, a mere blur in the now dark grounds.
Sesshomaru made his way slowly back to the compounds, he walked along the polished floor in the dead of night, when every one had gone back to bed, save for one lonely miko-wench with a sharp pointy object.
Kagome knelt in the gardens, a dagger pressed to her wrist vertically, so the slide would be long and deep, and her bleeding would be quick. Her heart would pump the blood from her at the rate it was going, killing her quickly.
Sesshomaru sensed something was wrong. He turned and started to run towards the source, he somehow knew what he'd find....
Kagome sliced her skin, the flesh parting for blood to spill down her pale arm, she did the same to the other wrist, blood pouring in thick trickles like vermilion veins down her arms. Tears splashed down her cheeks, and she bit her bottom lip against sobbing, against making noise. She mentally said goodbye to everyone, and somehow knew they heard it...
A pain gnawed and gripped at the pit of Sesshomaru's stomach, he'd encountered this before. Fear. He hated the feeling. He truly did. It meant something was really really wrong. His heart was gripped painfully. His love, it was Kagome. He started running even faster.
She knew she'd taken it to extreme, but what else was there? Nothing. She had nothing. She was numb and she couldn't feel even if there was something still there for her. She dully watched the blood stream from her wounds, she gave a small smile at the memory of her and Sesshomaru that evening. She started to cry harder. She realized that she could have loved him. It was too late now, she though as she fell forward on her knees, in a pool of her own warm, crimson blood.
Sesshomaru flew to Kagome's side, picking her up out of her blood. His lips nuzzled hers, pleadingly, hopingly. Kagome moved into the source of warmth, she smelled orchids. Sesshomaru. Her eyes fluttered open, her vision was blurry but she would see him, his lips touched hers, she kissed back weakly. She felt hot tears on her forehead, her resolve broke.
"I'm so sorry...." She whispered.
"Don't be..please. Oh gods, don't be sorry. Just let me heal you, let me help you. Let me love you, Kagome...please." He pleaded with her, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She heard him whimper, her heart shattered.
"Then love me...." She whispered, a soft blue glow surrounding her, wrapping like ribbons around her....Then love me..her voice echoed through his head like chimes in the wind.