Hey everyone, I thought I would update again because I am in the groove. Someone asked about how Inuyasha was dealing with this whole thing and the reason he wasn't included earlier was because he didn't really know what was going on yet. But now that everything is falling into place I thought that I would include him in here. But thanks for reminding me—I needed that.
As for the reviews—thanks! They are awesome. And much appreciated. I probably won't update for a little while after this just because I might get busy again but the reviews definitely help in the writing process. They promote me to keep on going!
Thanks!
Read and enjoy,
-MC
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The sword hummed and thrummed with the possibility that its plan could be succeeding. They couldn't begin to understand the depths and ways in which the sword would go to accomplish its goal. However, the one specific individual who was most important to the sword's deeds was taking a sharp turn for the better; allowing and even beginning to welcome the contact that the sword yearned for. The swords power sparked into life at every contact, at every emotion shared between the two power sources; their bodies acting as the proverbial telephone wire that links the internet across the globe. As the sword patted itself on the back for its deeds, it also was wary of the moody participant. His part in this production was the key. And once his part of the deal had been achieved, the sword would be of no use; its goal accomplished, the sword would shirk itself back into its traditional role of simply being an inanimate object against its master's hip, back to the way things used to be before. Once this happened, the master was one his own, for the story would not be done yet…
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Perhaps it was because he saw her on her own turf, he saw how she worked and behaved in her true role as daughter and eldest child in the household; as a student and a friend; as a caregiver and a pacifier. In the morning he witnessed Kagome interjecting herself into an argument that stemmed from the fact that an unknown youkai sleeping on the couch (even though he wasn't asleep, it was an alert rest, where pure rest was never accomplished to its fullest extent) and where she performed beautifully in his defense even though yesterday she was less than happy to have him here. He saw her help her brother with a math problem before he went off to school, he saw her clean the dishes from which they eat upon and he saw her discuss, somewhat less energetically than her grandfather, about whether traditional miko robes were as important as the training itself; the heavy garment acting as a discipline in itself for you had to walk upright with the heavy material clinging to your body. And perhaps it was because she seemed to smile more and laugh more when she was with her family, how it seemed so natural for her to conduct her life full of emotions and happiness. Or finally perhaps it was that Sesshomaru was finally realizing that she wasn't such a bad human anyway. Well, perhaps it was easier for him to admit that because she wasn't truly human. He had to keep reminding himself that she was immortal now as well, and somewhere in the vicinity of his chest ached a bit when he realized that her family wasn't. Would she have to leave them in the future as she spent five hundred years in the past? Or will she abandon the shards and Inuyasha to begin her immortal life in this era? He tried to ignore the feeling that was again in the general vicinity of his chest when he thought of the idea of spending five hundred years without her. Forget the miko wench! The sword will call you to her whenever is necessary and you'll see her often enough! Get a hold of yourself! A woman? Why would you ever want a woman to accompany you? Sesshomaru shifted his arm a little as he turned his head to glance the other way, away from the window where he had been staring at the miko quite openly. It is just time I took a mate, he thought, although he knew that propriety called for him to finish this…business with the miko before he could even consider a mate. He continued writing, another little amusement that came from the experiences he had here.
She wasn't
normal. Neither was she brave nor courageous. But her stamina was
not to be tested. And that is what he did. The glittering pieces were all
lined up in a row at the beginning; the black and white board sheen with a kind
of cheery glow of anticipation. It was a board that had been used many
times, through many games and many players.
But now it was almost empty. An annoyed finger lightly tapped on the side
of the board, anger permeating from the nails scratching at the surface.
But the game wore on.
The board saw death to pieces. The carnage lay strewn on each side of the
board. No one was speaking, the deadly silence emanated from the room to
create a certain sound of its own; the complete opposite of noise. The
board lost track of all time, all notion of existence. The world, for a
moment, was suspended on air--the players alone to concentrate on a battle of
wit and integrity. But there is always one winner.
She knew that her stamina was almost to a breaking point—never before had this occurred.
But she competed. No one ever got better by playing someone
inferior. He seemed to be the kind of person she would have liked to have
known outside of their game, perhaps meeting him at a bar or through mutual
friends. He played for the game too, but she knew it was over now.
She knew that the ultimate outcome lay in her favor. It wasn't because
she was superior. It was because she had played more than he had.
Her skills were sharper—something that only resulted from recent and determined
practice. Perhaps on another court he would be the winner.
She delicately moved her knight to rest beside his king. She didn't have to say
it, but she said it anyway, out of habit
"Checkmate."
He laid down his king honorably. Slowly he got up, shaking her hand politely,
not saying a word. As he walked away he turned back to her still sitting
in her chair. From about seven feet away he shook his head as if in
disbelief. And then he grinned. A Cheshire cat grin. And as
he turned back and walked away she knew he was still grinning.
Sesshomaru grumbled a little as he reread what he wrote. It was always the same now—he wrote of a woman, a woman who reminded him of Kagome, and yet, the woman did not think like her. Instead he seemed to pour his feelings and perceptions into the woman; he seemed to make her feel what he was feeling and what he thought. Writing always seemed to be able to explain his mood better than he could and he didn't like the way this was shaping up to be. Did he really want to know Kagome as someone other than his brother's miko and an annoyance that involved his sword and her jewel? Did he want to continue this haphazard relationship and develop it into something more? Into something more than it already was? And what exactly did more mean? But the most important question was—
"Fuck Kagome! Fuck her! Fuck her yellow bag, fuck her two-wheeled contraption and fuck her future!" Inuyasha yelled into the well, hoping that somehow Kagome would hear him through the sands of time. He didn't really feel that way, but with everything going on lately, he needed to vent his frustrations somewhere. Sesshomaru had been around her, he knew—his nose told him so, and since he had missed an appointment for a fight, along with Kagome, he might add, Inuyasha knew that something was wrong. His once track mind went immediately to the possibility that Sesshomaru had kidnapped Kagome, for if they were both gone it seemed obvious to him that they must be gone together. His logic wasn't quite right, but if one thought about it enough, it seemed as if Kagome had kidnapped Sesshomaru any more than he had kidnapped her. He howled again into the well, with a few well-placed vulgarities thrown into the mix to make himself feel better. However, it worked to no avail. Kagome wasn't coming back until she decided. Then he would ask her why and how Sesshomaru seemed to join her in her journey home.
The screen door banged as Kagome went outside to tell Sesshomaru lunch was ready. She wanted to have one more meal at home and then leave as quickly and quietly as she could. With Sesshomaru, of course. He had been a voracious learner while he was here, seeming to pretend to be uninterested and yet the fire in his eyes was something that told how he really felt about the futuristic technology that littered her household and living room. He had learned a surprising amount and she was quite impressed. However, when they kissed that first time, when she had a look into his memory, he seemed to be a person who coveted any knowledge he could get his claws on, no matter if it came from a miko he despised; which was another thing that bothered Kagome. She honestly didn't like it when someone she had to deal with on a regular basis hated her or perhaps disliked her strongly. It wasn't that she was all "happy happy joy joy" with the fact that it was the taiyoukai that was a part of this "curse" and yet she was comforted in the fact that at least she knew the person—well, as much as one could know Sesshomaru. At least it wasn't someone who would totally take advantage of the situation like Kouga as well. Kagome could be comforted in that small respite. However, with everything else she was most upset with the fact that the man could not be cordial; it was like it morally grated on his character to be simply understanding of a situation and deal with it in the most open way possible. Sure, the bottom line was that when she used her power he was called to her and they ended up doing something not so innocent. However, she was trying to at least work with him—getting her power spurt out in one go or just using small doses. She would even consider doing the mediation again because it seemed as if they just kissed and shared memories instead of doing anything actually more physical; which was better in her book even though it didn't seem as if either of them had any say to which memory they saw. She sighed as she approached the brooding Lord who seemed to be lost in thought. Kagome was about to tell him about lunch when she happened to see what could only be deciphered as a notebook and he was…writing? What? Since when did the Lord of the Western Lands write things in a journal like some pathetic human—an exact replica of his past diatribes. How could he sit there and mimic what he hated? Kagome unconsciously leaned down to perhaps catch what he was writing when her green orbs locked with golden. There was one second before—
"What do you think you are doing?" The calm voice did nothing to sooth the fact that his youki was rising and wrapping around her in a menacing manner. That anger seemed to radiate off him in waves, and even she, a mere human, could sense the vibrations. Obviously this is something he did not want anyone to know about…Kagome wanted to laugh to herself but his emotionless face scared her more than anything. His demeanor looked as if he could kill. With stupidity born from certain death, Kagome raced towards the well, not giving the future a backward glance and she tripped into the past.
Sesshomaru was not far behind her as he used his youkai speed to catch up to the miko who knew the layout of the land better than he. He dove into the well after her and coughed as he thudded against the dirt. What the? He sniffed, noticing that the air was clearer now. He smirked evilly. The stupid girl brought the fight onto my own land…what a stupid creature…He leaped out of the well, but before he could react Kagome's miko arrows trapped him to the god tree—reminiscent of Inuyasha's capture. He growled as he felt a huge tug and then—
Kagome kissed his mouth but it wasn't a kiss. Her mouth inhaled his, her tongue dipping into his lips continuously. As her tongue thrust, the hips that where pressed against his own and held on with her legs around his waist simultaneously thrust. One of his hands was up her shirt, pushing under bra and flicking her nipple between his fingers, the other pressing her bottom into his erection in tune with her thrusts. One of her hands was around his neck while the other was playing with the shell of his ear, gently rubbing and caressing, driving him to whimper into the kiss. The sudden pain that lanced through his shoulder as Kagome thrust particularly violently brought him to the conclusion that he was still trapped to the tree, but it took another pair of golden eyes glaring at him to clear his mind. But first things first, it was apparent that Kagome could not use her power against him either, and it was probably true with him as well. She continued to kiss and slither against him and Sesshomaru found himself not wanting to stop her. It didn't faze him that his brother was getting a free show and he decided that he could simply explain this away to the fact that he was still under the "spell" of the sword. However it was short lived as Kagome's skirt had ridden up past her thighs and with a final thrust it brought her semi-wet panties in complete contact as Sesshomaru's still clothed member rested at her opening. She whimpered and stopped sucking on his lips as she lowered her legs and fixed her skirt. Without giving him a glance, Kagome ripped the arrow from the tree and it disintegrated in her hands.
Sesshomaru suddenly felt immensely ashamed, Inuyasha forgotten at the moment. He had been selfish during this and she didn't know it. He wanted to comfort her but he didn't know what he could do. He stood against the tree, his anger dispersed as he let out his frustration in their sexual escapade. Perhaps he wanted to punish her for seeing what he was writing. Did she know that he wrote and thought of her continuously? Did she know that she was his muse? Did she somehow guess that however…nice the sexual and lustful frenzies were, he preferred the mediation version? He wasn't someone who liked to share their memories or feelings, but he was willing to risk a little background in gaining foreground to the mystery that is Kagome.
Inuyasha could hardly contain the feelings that coursed through his body. At first he was angry that Sesshomaru could force himself on Kagome, fighting with her and making her do things. But it would take an idiot not to notice that his brother had been the one with the arrow sticking out of his shoulder, not the other way around. It couldn't be brushed over that Kagome was the one who was kissing him just as forcefully as he was kissing her. And it certainly couldn't be excused that Kagome was caressing Sesshomaru's ears like she used to do to him, an affectionate gesture that still made him blush at the memory. A pain jolted through his body as he tried to take his eyes away from the scene. Was this how Kagome felt when she saw Kikyou and him together? Was this how it felt to have your heart ripped out and then handed to you with a steak knife and a note that read "no thanks, you can take this back please"? But his anger flared again when he saw that Sesshomaru seemed to notice him in the shadows, and the previous glazed look was replaced by one of lust and another unknown emotion. However, when Kagome stopped her ministrations to the bastard youkai she looked so downtrodden and beaten that his heart beat once more on the steak knife and pumped pain into his veins. Even though he hurt because she wasn't with him, he felt even more sadness for the fact that she had to deal with Sesshomaru and his selfish antics. But when Sesshomaru reached for Kagome and pulled her by the arm towards his body that was still leaning against the tree, Inuyasha knew it was time to move.
Kagome whimpered again as Sesshomaru drew him into her embrace. She felt so dirty when she found herself in those precarious situations, it was as if someone else had taken over her body and possessed her to molest the Lord. It gave her little comfort at the moment that he seemed to be equally invested in the molesting. She wanted to cry and yell, stomp her foot and just pout and whine. Why did this have to happen to her? Why was the prospect of her losing her virginity to Sesshomaru looking more and more like a plausible event? Just as she leaned her head on his chest where his hand had gently pressed her, all hell broke lose.
"What the hell do you think you're doing to her?" Inuyasha yelled as he unsheathed Tetsuaiga. He pushed Kagome to the side and pointed his weapon in Sesshomaru's face, whose previous anger seemed to resurface and take another direction.
"What do you think happened? Her power obviously can't be used against me. Or did your puny hanyou mind not comprehend that?" Sesshomaru's eyes were bleeding red but he had yet to unsheathe his own sword.
"You better stay away from her or I'll tell her Sesshomaru," Inuyasha warned menacingly as the red color faded from the taiyoukai's eyes. His face remained impassive while inside his heart was pounding furiously.
"What are you speaking of, runt?" He sneered, succeeding at being equally, if not more menacing, something that he was not currently feeling at the moment.
"You know what I am referring to. Now stay away from her or I'll tell." Inuyasha still pointed the Tetsuiaga at him, but his attention was drawn to Kagome who was watching avidly from the sidelines. He knew she wanted to know what he couldn't tell her.
"What about the fact that her power will call me from anywhere?" Sesshomaru said through gritted teeth as his eyes were locked in a battle of wills with Kagome's.
"I'll take care of it. But just stay away from her or I'll tell—"
"TELL ME WHAT?" At her yell, her aura flared out to the two demons. The two dog-demons sniffed the scent that couldn't help but rise from Kagome in her anger. Inuyasha's eyes watered as he dropped the Tetsuaiga onto the ground. Sesshomaru's eyes widened and whispered…
"You're in heat…"
