An: Ok yeah sorry about t he late update but my computer was having
technical difficulties, and wouldn't let me update. And then fanfiction was
being mean and wouldn't me get on. And then I got sick and had to go to the
doctor where they poked and prodded me and stuck a swabby thingy down my
throat and then shoved pills at me. So I've been having a lovely time. Ok
well any way's here's the story and I'll update again as soon as I finish
writing the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Shessoumaru or Inuyasha but I can wish do.
The Loss
I learned a lot from Inuyasha over the next 30 years. He taught me what was to be feared (decapitation, fire) and what was not (crucifixes, garlic). We slept during the day only because the sunlight weakened our powers and made us irritable.
I became as adept at mind reading as he was and even better at the art of seduction. We killed our victims only when it was necessary to protect ourselves, choosing instead to seduce them into submission. Though we used the promise of sex to lure our prey to us, we never actually slept with them. Our lust for each other remained as strong as our blood lust. Sometimes we hunted in taverns or on the streets, posing as a pimp and his whore, but the real fun was when we mingled with the wealthy aristocrats at their lavish parties.
One night, as was our habit, we split up and went in search of our victims. We had discovered many years ago that we were more successful when we appeared to be alone at these parties. In what seemed like a matter of minutes, I was approached by a man who seemed to be in his early thirties and very wealthy. He was taller than Inuyasha, who towered over me by nearly a foot, and the complete physical opposite of him in every way. Where Inuyasha was fair he was boldly dark, where Inuyasha was lean, with sinewy muscles and the grace of a cat, this man was bulky with muscle and moved like a soldier.
"Mademoiselle," he said, bowing and kissing my fingers "I believe we have met before. I am Naraku Baboon"
The arrogant, deliberate omission of his last name told me that he was indeed a wealthy, and very powerful man. However, since Inuyasha and I were content with each other's company, mingling with the mortals only to feed, I was unaware of who he was.
"I'm afraid you have me confused with someone else." I demurred, smiling sweetly.
His midnight eyes openly studied my face for what seemed like an eternity. "No, I have seen you somewhere before." he insisted.
"Perhaps you have seen me in your dreams." I taunted, fluttering my fan as I peered coyly over it's lace edge.
Naraku Baboon dismissed my flirtations with a wave of his hand, as he stared deep into my eyes for a clue to my identity.
I grew uncomfortable under his scrutiny and excused myself with a vague explanation. Deciding to search for less inquisitive prey.
It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for and lure him into the woods behind the estate. A foolish married man more than eager to break his wife's heart. I hinted at the pleasures I could show him, and he followed me into the darkness almost like a dog at my heels. I fed quickly, the bitter taste of alcohol in his blood making it easy not to drain him. He slumped against a tree in a deep slumber, anyone coming across him would simply assume he had passed out from too much wine.
I sensed Inuyasha approaching me from behind, even my acute hearing missing his stealthy footsteps. I turned to face him and nearly ran into him for he stood directly behind me.
I smiled. I could tell from his color that he too had already fed. I tilted my face up to his, inviting him to kiss me. An invitation he quickly and eagerly accepted. Our tongues teased each other and then finally wrapped around one another, the different bloods mingling in our mouths.
"My, you do have a passion for the young ones, don't you?" I teased, when our kiss ended.
"That is one of the reasons I chose you Cherie." Inuyasha replied, drawing me into a kiss once more.
I could hear the blood rushing through his veins as the new warmth of his body pressed insistently against mine. My entire world revolved around the sensation of experiencing him once more. Perhaps he felt the same way and that's why we weren't aware of the danger until it was too late.
"I knew it was you." a voice accused as a man stepped from the shadows into the moonlight wielding a jewel encrusted sword.
"Naraku Baboon!" I gasped.
"Shut up wench!" he snapped. Every muscle in Inuyasha's body tensed as he pushed me behind him. "Who are you?" he demanded.
"Naraku Baboon Dumont." he declared in an icy voice. He smiled when he saw the shock pass over my features. "Yes, the Marquis DuMont's son." His smile grew even colder. "And Kikyu DuMont's son."
Icy fingers gripped me as I fully understood what he meant to do before he even told us.
"Vampires." He literally spat the word, "I thought it was just an old wives' tale when I heard my mother, taken from me when I was only a child, " he paused here for dramatic emphasis, "was killed by vampires. But they were very accurate in their description of you, wench. And now my mother's death shall finally be avenged."
Before I could stop him, Inuyasha bared his fangs, hissed, and lunged at Naraku. He deftly missed the clumsy blow the unsuspecting man tried to land. I realized there was no way he could defeat us both at once, but before I could even take a step forward my thoughts reached Inuyasha.
"Kagome, No!" It was pleading more than a command and I reluctantly agreed.
Naraku took this opportunity to graze Inuyasha's side with the heavy sword. An agonizing expression of pain crossed his features as the pure silver caused his skin to blacken and sizzle.
I jumped and turned towards a sudden noise behind me. My forgotten victim was regaining consciousness. I heard a rage filled scream behind me and turned to see Naraku racing towards me, his sword raised high above his head. Inuyasha landed between the two of us as the sword was swung in a wide arch, instantly decapitating him. I felt the heavy wetness of his blood on my face and clothes.
"Inuyasha!" I cried, as his body crumpled at my feet.
I raised my head and glared at Naraku who was momentarily stunned by his victory, and then I lunged. I tore out his throat, not drinking any of his vile blood, as my fingers gouged his eyes. I then threw him against a tree with such force that his spine shattered.
I turned back towards Inuyasha time to see my victim fleeing for his life into the forest. I knew he wouldn't be back anytime soon.
"Inuyasha?" I sobbed, knowing he would never answer. Tears clouded my vision as I knelt beside him, placing his head atop his shoulders once more. I stroked his cold cheek and pushed his golden hair away from his lifeless eyes. "NOOOOOOOO!" I screamed until the earth shook and a chorus of wolves answered my cry. I placed my head on his chest and covered my lover with my tears.
I'm not sure how long I embraced him, but eventually I started doing what I knew Inuyasha would want. I constructed a funeral pyre out of logs and branches and placed his beautiful body atop it. I then rummaged through Naraku's clothes until I found the matches I was looking for, using them to set the pyre alight. As I stood there, reluctant to leave Inuyasha even in death, I considered joining him on his bed of flames. I got close enough to the fire that my skin began to bubble and peel, but I could go no further and I cursed my weakness.
Knowing I could never return to the estate we had shared, I decided to spend the days underground. Not for fear of the sun, but for fear of the villagers once they found Naraku's body and heard my previous prey's stories.
I visited Inuyasha's remains every night until the wind had carried the last of his ashes away. I then hid myself in the cargo hold of a ship and made my voyage to the new world, leaving everything but my memories behind.
An: Ok I hoped you like it and if you did or didn't review and tell me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Shessoumaru or Inuyasha but I can wish do.
The Loss
I learned a lot from Inuyasha over the next 30 years. He taught me what was to be feared (decapitation, fire) and what was not (crucifixes, garlic). We slept during the day only because the sunlight weakened our powers and made us irritable.
I became as adept at mind reading as he was and even better at the art of seduction. We killed our victims only when it was necessary to protect ourselves, choosing instead to seduce them into submission. Though we used the promise of sex to lure our prey to us, we never actually slept with them. Our lust for each other remained as strong as our blood lust. Sometimes we hunted in taverns or on the streets, posing as a pimp and his whore, but the real fun was when we mingled with the wealthy aristocrats at their lavish parties.
One night, as was our habit, we split up and went in search of our victims. We had discovered many years ago that we were more successful when we appeared to be alone at these parties. In what seemed like a matter of minutes, I was approached by a man who seemed to be in his early thirties and very wealthy. He was taller than Inuyasha, who towered over me by nearly a foot, and the complete physical opposite of him in every way. Where Inuyasha was fair he was boldly dark, where Inuyasha was lean, with sinewy muscles and the grace of a cat, this man was bulky with muscle and moved like a soldier.
"Mademoiselle," he said, bowing and kissing my fingers "I believe we have met before. I am Naraku Baboon"
The arrogant, deliberate omission of his last name told me that he was indeed a wealthy, and very powerful man. However, since Inuyasha and I were content with each other's company, mingling with the mortals only to feed, I was unaware of who he was.
"I'm afraid you have me confused with someone else." I demurred, smiling sweetly.
His midnight eyes openly studied my face for what seemed like an eternity. "No, I have seen you somewhere before." he insisted.
"Perhaps you have seen me in your dreams." I taunted, fluttering my fan as I peered coyly over it's lace edge.
Naraku Baboon dismissed my flirtations with a wave of his hand, as he stared deep into my eyes for a clue to my identity.
I grew uncomfortable under his scrutiny and excused myself with a vague explanation. Deciding to search for less inquisitive prey.
It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for and lure him into the woods behind the estate. A foolish married man more than eager to break his wife's heart. I hinted at the pleasures I could show him, and he followed me into the darkness almost like a dog at my heels. I fed quickly, the bitter taste of alcohol in his blood making it easy not to drain him. He slumped against a tree in a deep slumber, anyone coming across him would simply assume he had passed out from too much wine.
I sensed Inuyasha approaching me from behind, even my acute hearing missing his stealthy footsteps. I turned to face him and nearly ran into him for he stood directly behind me.
I smiled. I could tell from his color that he too had already fed. I tilted my face up to his, inviting him to kiss me. An invitation he quickly and eagerly accepted. Our tongues teased each other and then finally wrapped around one another, the different bloods mingling in our mouths.
"My, you do have a passion for the young ones, don't you?" I teased, when our kiss ended.
"That is one of the reasons I chose you Cherie." Inuyasha replied, drawing me into a kiss once more.
I could hear the blood rushing through his veins as the new warmth of his body pressed insistently against mine. My entire world revolved around the sensation of experiencing him once more. Perhaps he felt the same way and that's why we weren't aware of the danger until it was too late.
"I knew it was you." a voice accused as a man stepped from the shadows into the moonlight wielding a jewel encrusted sword.
"Naraku Baboon!" I gasped.
"Shut up wench!" he snapped. Every muscle in Inuyasha's body tensed as he pushed me behind him. "Who are you?" he demanded.
"Naraku Baboon Dumont." he declared in an icy voice. He smiled when he saw the shock pass over my features. "Yes, the Marquis DuMont's son." His smile grew even colder. "And Kikyu DuMont's son."
Icy fingers gripped me as I fully understood what he meant to do before he even told us.
"Vampires." He literally spat the word, "I thought it was just an old wives' tale when I heard my mother, taken from me when I was only a child, " he paused here for dramatic emphasis, "was killed by vampires. But they were very accurate in their description of you, wench. And now my mother's death shall finally be avenged."
Before I could stop him, Inuyasha bared his fangs, hissed, and lunged at Naraku. He deftly missed the clumsy blow the unsuspecting man tried to land. I realized there was no way he could defeat us both at once, but before I could even take a step forward my thoughts reached Inuyasha.
"Kagome, No!" It was pleading more than a command and I reluctantly agreed.
Naraku took this opportunity to graze Inuyasha's side with the heavy sword. An agonizing expression of pain crossed his features as the pure silver caused his skin to blacken and sizzle.
I jumped and turned towards a sudden noise behind me. My forgotten victim was regaining consciousness. I heard a rage filled scream behind me and turned to see Naraku racing towards me, his sword raised high above his head. Inuyasha landed between the two of us as the sword was swung in a wide arch, instantly decapitating him. I felt the heavy wetness of his blood on my face and clothes.
"Inuyasha!" I cried, as his body crumpled at my feet.
I raised my head and glared at Naraku who was momentarily stunned by his victory, and then I lunged. I tore out his throat, not drinking any of his vile blood, as my fingers gouged his eyes. I then threw him against a tree with such force that his spine shattered.
I turned back towards Inuyasha time to see my victim fleeing for his life into the forest. I knew he wouldn't be back anytime soon.
"Inuyasha?" I sobbed, knowing he would never answer. Tears clouded my vision as I knelt beside him, placing his head atop his shoulders once more. I stroked his cold cheek and pushed his golden hair away from his lifeless eyes. "NOOOOOOOO!" I screamed until the earth shook and a chorus of wolves answered my cry. I placed my head on his chest and covered my lover with my tears.
I'm not sure how long I embraced him, but eventually I started doing what I knew Inuyasha would want. I constructed a funeral pyre out of logs and branches and placed his beautiful body atop it. I then rummaged through Naraku's clothes until I found the matches I was looking for, using them to set the pyre alight. As I stood there, reluctant to leave Inuyasha even in death, I considered joining him on his bed of flames. I got close enough to the fire that my skin began to bubble and peel, but I could go no further and I cursed my weakness.
Knowing I could never return to the estate we had shared, I decided to spend the days underground. Not for fear of the sun, but for fear of the villagers once they found Naraku's body and heard my previous prey's stories.
I visited Inuyasha's remains every night until the wind had carried the last of his ashes away. I then hid myself in the cargo hold of a ship and made my voyage to the new world, leaving everything but my memories behind.
An: Ok I hoped you like it and if you did or didn't review and tell me.