A/N Hello everyone, as some of you are well aware of, this is my sixth story on Fanfiction, and yes I am well aware that none of my others are currently finished. But this is the story that I have been meaning to write for a long time, I had tried it with Crimson Haze and it didn't work. So now I'm starting over and am hoping that this one will.

This fic is slightly darker than my usual work like Nevermore (which I'm going to repost), or at least will be once the chapters develope. Genres wise its Romance, Drama and a little Angst. So I hope that everyone enjoys.

You're faithful writer

TigressMoon

My Iris, My Beloved

By: TigressMoon

Sesshoumaru's P.O.V.

:::Flashback:::

A scream rang out in the night, a sound so pure and clear it reminded me more of a bell than a scream. And yet it was what it was. A scream torn from the lips of my beloved. Lips that I had so long yearned to kiss...were now wrapping themselves around the demand of 'Why?'

She knelt before a body, her hair the color of a raven's wing draped over the lifeless form of her fallen lover. The entirety of her small body trembled like a leaf caught in a wind as she fought the rising tide of despair.

I saw past the cascade of ebony tresses to see what lay beneath her. A man with a boyishly handsome face lay on the crimson soaked ground; crimson just like the kimono he wore. His face was peaceful as if he was merely sleeping and yet one could tell that he was not. Death had drained him of the warm glow of life and yet his features had not changed.

He stilled seemed ready at any moment to rise up and run, charging blindly forward in an attempt to kill me. And yet I knew, he would never be able to attempt to kill me ever again. Someone had seen to that, someone that I would punish for doing the job for me.

And whoever that creature may have been, only one thing was certain for them. They would pay for this with their lives and more. I was to be the one who killed my bastard brother; I was to be the one who restored our family back to glory.

And I...would win the love of the woman he left behind. Kagome, the miko who had captured my heart. My Kagome whom even now was so close and yet I might not ever have. Kagome whose eyes turned and saw me finally.

Her eyes were what attracted me to her first, those beautifully swirling maelstroms. Her eyes hold me captive even now. But then her eyes had been hard, fierce and strong from battle fury. Now she stared at me, her eyes broken, in pain, and sorrowful.

She rose to her feet swaying as she fought to hold her balance. When she faced me I saw the anger surface in her eyes as another wave of fresh tears sprang forth from the fount. I could smell the salt of them that had probably clung to her for hours, and I saw the anguish that was her aura.

Her aura was a swirl of violent colors that seemed to writhe like a flame. Blues of an icy and royal shade, black so dark it glistened and the undeniable blaze of scarlet made up the infernal flower of her aura. And yet for the life of me I could not understand why this anger was directed towards me. She answered my unspoken question with one word.

"Murderer." She whispered.

Her voice was a whisper laced with painful sorrow. That and the statement forced me to take a step back surprised. Tetsiega appeared in her hand, newly transformed and radiating with the force of her emotions. It trembled as it absorbed her power and made it its own.

"Kagome?"

She flinched at the sound as if it were a curse and not the beautiful word I had long come to love. Anger was beginning to blossom in her eyes like a blood red rose, an anger that clouded the sapphire pools with a hazy bloodlust.

"She's dead." Kagome whispered as she fixed her grip on the massive sword.

"You killed her with Inuyasha!" She yelled and launched herself forward.

I had enough time to bring my sword out and block her attack. Her speed was incredible; she'd cleared the distance between us as fast as any demon. And yet I could smell no youkai in her, or at least not on a whole.

I wondered when it was she had taken up swordsmanship for she was quite good; this level of skill did not come recently. She'd have to have been training in secret for years, because niether neither my brother nor I were aware of this.

Her eyes as she fought me were a marvel to behold. It was a look that would freeze a man's blood. Her gaze was full of hatred and anger and yet still so clouded by pain. A pain that I would have given anything to make disappear. As she lashed out with the sword I ducked behind her and as I stood back up wrapped my arms about her.

She hissed and began to struggle but could not move, let alone left the heavy weight of Tetsiega. The rush of her emotions bathed over me, like a hot invisible wave. I felt the burn of her pain and the depth of her confusion. But even that was lost to me as I was drenched in the abyss of her scent.

She smelled strongly of vanilla and cherries an undeniably alluring blend of sweetness and temptation. Her scent enveloped me, clouding my thoughts for a moment. I had been so immersed in the thought that i did not see her pull out a dagger.

With an angry snarl plunged the sharp blade up into my arm. With a growl I released her and she fell to the ground, the Tetsiega lost in the descent. She turned mid fall to slap the ground with her arms, dulling the impact.

I was beginning to hear the sounds of humans; they'd heard her scream and were now coming to inspect what had happened. Kagome heard them as well. For a split second her eyes shifted to the horizon, but even before I could move her eyes were back on me.

She stared up at me, her eyes a blaze with crimson fury. And yet even so, I could smell her fear. And that cut me more deeply than the blade she'd used. The blade was still in her hand. Ignoring it, I stepped forward. But then another blade appeared in her hands. This one was pointed at me, the other at her throat.

"If you take another step towards me Murderer, I will kill us both." She declared calmly.

I was stilled by her threat, hurt by the way she'd referred to me. Who had I murdered? I looked behind her, and saw Inuyasha's body. Did she think I'd killed him? But I had no time to say otherwise; the villagers had cleared the horizon pitchforks and all. And I knew me killing all of them would not help my case.

I turned and stared at Kagome, a mask so cold, that not even my feelings for her could show through, set on my face. I spoke to her in the same voice I'd used for anyone, as if she did not matter to me.

"I will return for you miko, mark my words on it." And at that I disappeared in a gust of wind.

:::End Flashback:::

Thinking on that day, I know that my phrasing could have been better. Considering what she thought of me and what I'd done, yes, the phrasing could have been much better. But I had not been thinking clearly. It seems her confusion had seeped into me and I was unsure of what to do.

That...had been seven years ago.

Seven long years have passed since the last time I looked upon the miko named Kagome. Seven endless summers and seven lonely winters, with the seventh not to long gone by have passed and I have heard little about her. And what I had been told had made my blood boil with fury.

There were rumors that a powerful miko had been captured by Naraku and was being held captive in his stronghold so that he might torture her. In reply, I claimed that he'd stolen one of my demon servants and I saw fit to find her. But the only woman I'd found in that wretched place could not possibly have been Kagome.

I found her strapped to a worktable, her body a mass of barely healing gashes, cuts, and burns. Her bones had been broken all but a few, her chopped off hair barely reaching her ears. And her eyes for they were what I would have used to render her Kagome were gone and her tongue had been cut out.

The woman was not Kagome, but I would not leave her there in that hell. I had her freed but know not what happened to her; my heart and mind were still for Kagome and Kagome alone. But I had not found her and my heart that had begun to thaw with the love I felt for her was beginning to freeze again as time went on.

I was beginning to believe that truly she was dead, and I had let her go without her knowing the truth. I was beginning to come to terms with it, almost ready to acknowledge it and move on when again opportunity called me.

This is were my story begins. The story of how the most powerful taiyoukai in centuries was tamed by a deadly flower. The story of Sesshoumaru Tai and Kagome Higurashi my Iris, my beloved.

So there was the Prologue and next is Chapter One. Hope you're intrigued, so here's the next Chapter. Spring's Promise