A/N: Ok just so all of you know...Kikyo isn't Kagome's sister. I know it may have sounded that way at one point or another and to tell you the truth I considered that, but in the end decided against it. Kagome does speak of an older sister, but it isn't her real sister, just someone who is so close that she might as well be. You'll hear about her later on. Enjoy this chapter! .
Flooding Winter
Kagome yawned as she stretched her arms above her head. Her petite mouth opened wide with her thin, pink tongue sticking out slightly in a childish gesture. Her young body was still sore from the trudge in the waist high snow two days previous. Of course, it wasn't a long distance they covered; actually they barely made any ground at all. Kagome guessed it was probably about three miles, but it was twice as difficult while being surrounded by their own personal snow storm.
The miko groaned and flopped back down onto the small futon. Her mind wandered to the day before. She had awoken in much of same manner as she had today. Except she was must more sore in several places and it hurt just to move. Also she still had a light headache and fever.
Sesshoumaru said they wouldn't leave that day because the snow practically surrounded the cabin up to the roof if not passed. Of course, it wouldn't take the arrogant youkai more than five minutes tops to dig them out but he said she shouldn't travel until she was fully healed. Or else she could relapse and land them in the same situation as before. Sesshoumaru had also said that it was due most likely to her miko powers that healed her so quickly.
--I was actually thinking that he cared...--
Kagome could have sworn she had seen concern flash across his golden orbs for a second, but then it might have been her imagination. She was still a little woozy at the time. Kagome closed her eyes for a moment before she snapped to attention at the demon prince's voice.
"We're leaving, prepare." He said in a clipped tone.
Kagome sighed, but nodded. She pulled herself from the semi-soft, pliable bed. Lifting her soft blue gaze to the door, she noticed the lack of presence of 'the one and only' Sesshoumaru.
--So that was the sound I heard earlier. The dog got up at dawn to dig us out so we could leave...how nice.--
It wasn't that Kagome didn't want to leave the confines of the small cabin. In fact she found it to stifling, but she wasn't looking forward to walking in more snow. Kagome took Sesshoumaru's absence as a sign to get changed. They had quite an episode the other day. Kagome chuckled despite herself, at the memory.
Flashback
"You want me to do what?!"
A fuming Kagome threw a pillow at a contemptuous demon lord standing with his back to the door. He crossed his arms across his chest in disdain. He merely side-stepped the throw of the object that was supposedly meant to hit him. It smacked into the door releasing a creek from the abused wooden opening.
"Human, I care not for you modesty or your worthless morals as such." "I can't change with you watching!" Kagome sputtered. "I have to check for any signs of your condition. I can't have you hindering our progress further." He emphasized condition in an attempt to get past her rose-flamed cheeks.
Kagome stilled for a second allowing the words to sink in. At first thinking that what he said meant he cared about her, but then his second statement flew into her thoughts.
"Oh, so I'm hindering your progress." Kagome repeated in an almost chilling interpretation of the distant coldness in his voice.
--See if this hinders him any. All I need is a walk.--
Though her muscles ached somewhat painfully, Kagome forced them on only biting her already abused lip in the process.
Sesshoumaru's POV
Sesshoumaru was at first caught off guard by the iciness of her tone, but then the girl had stomped past him out the door, slamming it in the process. He stood there for a second.
--Let the blasted thing go! She's too much trouble and not worth my time.--
Then his father's exact words crept back into his thoughts. He then mentally groaned as his father's pestering words once more flew through his active mind.
I leave her in your care. She is leverage against the southern lord. Let nothing happen to her.
With a seething growl emancipating from his throat he stormed through the door, practically ripping it off the hinges in the process.
The girl was quite easy to find. Her raven tresses stuck out like a sore thumb. Sesshoumaru leapt into the air just as the girl glanced over her shoulder. Her attention diverted, so didn't notice the shift of the youkai's aura and Kagome smacked into his chest with a clang.
Kagome's vision went fuzzy for a second and was faintly aware of two slender hands grasping her around the waist. Kagome raised one hand to her head and looked up to her savior from the iciness of the snow. As she did so, her ebony locks slipped behind her thin shoulders that were shaking slightly in gentle shivers.
Sesshoumaru wasn't surprised that she knocked into him. After all, she'd done it before it. But the strange look in her eyes he wasn't expecting. There lying in those dark depths was an emptiness. He saw true loneliness, something he only had ever felt within himself.
How someone could seem to be so carefree, yet so lonely inside? Then again, if something seemed impossible, this girl would be the one to accomplish it.
Kagome
Kagome shook her head trying to clear away the fog that had crossed her eyes for a moment, only to gasp at the intense molten gaze boring into her cerulean orbs. She had always thought Sesshoumaru to be hiding his emotions, but to see them full force was something different indeed.
Naturally, to anyone else, a scene would be seen of a petite human woman been gripped around the waist by a youkai that towered over her by at least a head and a half. The human would have widened eyes and parted lips, but the youkai would have no emotion pervading his facial features.
But for once, Kagome could see past the barriers that shielding his mind and inner soul. This allowed her a glimpse of his soul, but at the sound of her gasp, the dam gates shut once more. And it was all too soon for Kagome. What she didn't know, was that the same exact occurrence happened with her.
Sesshoumaru
Yes, you could always see her emotions flashing presence in her deep cobalt irises, but Sesshoumaru had seen beyond the looking glass. The eyes no longer reflected just her emotions, but her soul as well was bared to him. He had been able to see the darker and deeper side of her soul. It was something that she tried so desperately to hide, or forget.
And for a second, his façade dropped unknowingly. But her gasp awakened him from his trance and normalcy was revived. Sesshoumaru silently cursed himself for being foolish. No one was worthy of seeing him in such a weak, but true state. The only person died, a long time ago.
Sesshoumaru had to hold in the wistful sigh as fond memories soared into his frozen heart trying to rekindle the hypothetical flame lying dormant, but with the chill of the heartless memories and actions of his father slithered in as well the flame was left in ashes once more.
Sesshoumaru blinked, and then promptly threw the now struggling woman over his shoulder, being careful once again to not impale her on one of his spikes of the armor. He couldn't help, but notice the beginning of the bruise on her cheek.
He would most likely be blamed for it, even though it was she who ran into his armor. He still couldn't help the limp feeling of guilt tightening in his chest.
All
Kagome struggled the entire way back to who knows where. She knew they were headed back to the cabin, but in her anger she hadn't realized how far she had gotten. She then noticed that much of the snow had melted since the warmer and more natural temperatures of spring were returning.
"I am not a sack of potatoes you can just throw over your shoulder whenever you feel necessary!" "Hush woman."
As the woman continued her overly loud screeching right next to his eardrum, he considered two very tempting options. The first was to just kill her right now with his claws and the second was to grab her by the throat to cease her relentless screaming. But at the annoying echo of his father's words, he opted for a third, less deadly action.
Kagome's voice caught in her throat so that only a slight choking sound was all that was left. The demon lord had raised his hand from her upper-mid thigh to her rear. And he had just added a little more pressure.
Kagome found her voice and continued her yelling, except this time they consisted of how much of a hentai, and other such synonyms, Sesshoumaru was. The demon prince responded only by adding a little more pressure from his large palm and a little squeeze. To this Kagome squeaked and followed up with an even darker blush, if it was possible.
Sesshoumaru couldn't hold back the smug smirk at his quietness as well as the obvious embarrassment she was feeling. He knew that her human modesty, one not in existence in the youkai realm, would be the end of her. Somehow Sesshoumaru had a feeling that embarrassment would shut her up, if she wanted him to stop.
End Flashback
Kagome's apple cheeks were now tinted with a dark blush. The thought of the youkai prince's calloused hand touching her in such an obscene way still embarrassed her innocent soul to the core. Even Naraku had not been bold enough to touch in such semi-intimate ways.
Kagome smirked. Although, since the evil spirit was in control, Kagome had no doubt that Kaekei would had chopped Naraku's grotesque hand off, even if it meant been trapped again in her spiritual prison. Kagome had no control over Kaekei's actions, but she was still inevitably linked to her mind. Kagome knew the woman would rather suffocate in imprisonment that let the revolting hanyou lay a single claw on her. Somehow this made Kagome relax a little. At least she wouldn't lose one of the most precious things while not even being able to control it. (just a little sentimental, but it would be her first time)
Kagome wasted no time in getting dressed. She easily shed the sleeping kimono. Well, it was more of long shirt that stopped mid thigh. She hadn't bothered to bring her sleeping kimonos since they were unnecessary added weight.
She slipped into black hakama and a light blue haori that was tied with a simple white sash around her thin waist. Kagome deftly slipped on the black boots and with practiced ease crossed her bow diagonally across her chest. The girl then slung her arrows over her right shoulder to allow easy access.
Then gathering all of the few objects that were her possessions strewn lazily about the small living space into her cloth bag, she exited the hut. Sesshoumaru was lounging in a nearby oak with, upon closer inspection, had his eyes closed in a resting pose.
--How does he make something so obviously uncomfortable look desirably not?--
Kagome mused that the prince could make a sharp, jagged rock look like a four poster bed the way he was positioned in that tree. It irritated how he could so simply and gracefully make himself comfortable no matter where he was. She was also envious and that only increased her anger.
--Why does this guy piss me off so easily?!--
Kagome had been asking herself that often lately. His every action stirred her and she wasn't sure why. But the miko pushed it down with a deep, calming breath and neatly tucked into a hypothetical drawer in her mind for later contemplation. Kagome then knocked against the tree's trunk. The sound and action reverberated up into the lofty leaves that were just beginning to bud.
As expected, Sesshoumaru jumped down. It seemed as if he preferred this action to her first one where she simply yelled up into the branches stirring up every single bird that was resting. Without even looking at her, his 'high and mighty' set out into the woods. Kagome huffed, but obediently followed, not wishing to repeat yesterday's humiliation. Kagome wasn't about to give the prince another chance to grab her ass.
Two Hours Later
Kagome was jumpy and her nerves seemed to burn from being on edge. Her hands wrung nervously clasped in front of her with a light sweat. Her mind ached, not a dull pain, but a throbbing one. Something akin to a headache, but not quite proceeding passed into a full blown migraine.
Her instincts as a miko were practically blaring and her primal instincts told her to bolt, anything, but just to get out of there. In fact, one of the only things that kept her routed to the path the pair was traveling was her companion, if she dared to call him such.
Sesshoumaru felt is as well, whatever it was. Not that the ice prince would say anything, but Kagome could tell by the tenseness of his shoulders and the stiff way he carried himself in. Normally one wouldn't see the difference from his normal already perfect posture, but Kagome could see that his steps were no longer fluid and relaxed, but mechanical and wary.
Also she could see the constant twitch of his pointed ear at every single sound from its place on his head halfway hidden by silver hair. The ear didn't move as much as the hanyou, Sesshoumaru's half-brother, but the action still tried to strangle a giggle out of her. Kagome had to actually battle the laugh because she knew this was not the time. Something was out there and that would only draw attention of it, whatever 'it' was, closer and faster.
There was a sudden wave of heat in the air. Kagome felt as if her lungs were losing the air inside of them even as she breathed in deeper just to reassure herself. But the inevitable shiver coursed threw her and she dropped to her knees.
Bright lights flashed behind her eyes as they began to fog over. Her mind cried desperately for her to fight it. She knew this feeling.
--What was it with me? Is the whole world out to get me?!--
Kagome instantly berated herself. This was no time for such childish actions. Sesshoumaru wouldn't survive this is she didn't protect him...for once.
Soon she felt strong hands on her shoulders lifting her up. Kagome stared into molten pools of gold flashing fury and brief concern. A small, strained smile crossed her lips signaling that she was fine. Sesshoumaru's head whipped from side to side trying to find the source of all of this.
But one word passed through her lips made his attention flash back to her just as the suffocating sensation took hold of them both.
"Naraku."
Sesshoumaru stiffened as a deathly grip surrounded him. He felt weak. Normally he was immune to the temperatures that humans would so easily fall victim to. His breath released in short pants and it was if his lungs were collapsing in on themselves. The slithering humidity crept and stuck to his skin. He tensed instantly; for once he was unsure of what to do. This helplessness was new to him.
This wave of warmth that surrounded his body was like fire. The sensation licked at his heightened senses setting him over the edge. He would have found this luxurious had the dull waves of aching pain subsided. These tortures could only have been concocted by the infernal hanyou. The slithering heat and ebbing lashes of pain were only suitable to such a sniveling coward.
Sesshoumaru had to close his eyes as a new wave of aches surrounded him, silvery flashes behind his eyes and cool hands on his arms were the only thing keeping him conscious. Giving in he latched onto this source of immunity. His instincts were telling him to attack, but from where he couldn't be sure. And not being a brash demon, he waited. His mind was scolding him for losing himself so easily in such a simple trap. –Break free—
Sesshoumaru was lost in this cloud that permeated his consciousness. He was no longer sure if he was indeed conscious or perhaps he falling over the edge into the abyss. It would all look the same.
Sesshoumaru stiffened once again as he felt an intruding aura trying to connect with his own. At first he resisted, but relaxed when he saw the purplish tint engulf the girl's body standing half a foot from him. The girl had appeared in the darkness, but he knew she was there the entire time. Perhaps he hadn't been moving at all?
The girl brought her hands from where they resting of his forearms up to palm his chest. The coolness of her flesh seeped beneath the cloth of his robes. He felt the miko's pureness pervade his form. Sesshoumaru felt as if he were floating in a tepid stream of strength. The water surrounded him and protected him from the inferno. He dipped his head down. For once in his life, Sesshoumaru heir to the Western Lands gave in to temptation. The youkai allowed the aura to leak into his.
For some reason, that he wasn't even going to try and fathom, the energy didn't burn him as it probably should have. The purifying energy could have killed him at such an intensity and close range. But instead a tingling and soft, comforting warmth wrapped around his soul. This was nothing like the last time he felt miko energies. This was something completely different.
Sesshoumaru's youki reacted almost immediately. The pureness unlocked the proverbial cage it was housed in. The two, dark and light, clashed in that clearing. The roars of the demon and the soothing song of the miko sounded as one.
Naraku's eyes narrowed as he watched the pair from his castle. He wasn't one to deal with annoying fools personally like this, but the pair was forming a bond. He didn't like it one bit.
"You're mine Kagome."
Those very words echoed through her hazy mind. But they only pushed her further causing her aura to shift and strengthen. Kagome once again felt the motherly embrace of the spirit inside her. But she didn't want help.
--I want to do this on my own!--
Kagome practically pleaded in her mind and she could hear the soft snickers of Kaekei, the dark spirit. Kagome scowled, but it melted when Yukila's soft, melodious voice graced her hearing.
"Kagome...you must understand that we are you. We are the inner strength you call upon when you are in danger. I heal you and Kaekei, whether she wants to admit it or not, protects you."
A scoff was heard somewhere off in the distant abyss. This caused both Yukila and Kagome to smile, seeing as how the evil one hadn't denied it.
"We're a part of you. When the council input us into your soul, something occurred."
At Kagome's worried face she continued a little faster than her normal calm rhythmic tone allowed.
"It was wondrous, if not rare, occurrence. Our spirits bonded with yours and became one. That is why this one called Naraku yearns for you. He is...attracted to your power."
Kagome shivered. She snapped back to the present when she saw Sesshoumaru's hand waving in front of her eyes. Reaching out she snatched in inside her own much smaller palm. The prince could feel the power resonating from the soft flesh and like a beacon his aura responded to the silent call.
"This is not the time for your idiocy." He drawled in that 'I'm-better-than- you-and-I'm-quite-aware' tone.
Kagome growled deep in her throat in a quite animalistic nature causing only a sculpted eyebrow to rise in answer. The now quite annoyed miko child ignored the amusement in the depths of the person who she now realized had an arm wrapped around her waist. A soft cherry blush heated her pale cheeks, but Kagome shook her head.
--Man...I hate to admit it but, he's right darn it! My mind does wander...I'm kinda hungry...grr--
"This is one of the techniques Naraku uses with his miasma. It enters your mind and activates the nerves to signal heat." Kagome explained.
"Well, obviously."
She was about to protest, but again shook her head. The fact is only she could help them right now and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to accomplish it.
Kagome pulled herself flush against the demon prince, noticing how he just barely flinched at the contact. She would have to remember to pester him about that later. The girl rested her head of the youkai's shoulder and wrapped her arms around him so that they lay between his shoulder blades pulling him ever closer, if possible.
Sesshoumaru caught the hint of what she was trying to do, but was still baffled at what exactly she was planning to do. But he responded by embracing her back. Since she was so short her head rested just barely on his shoulder, more like his bicep. Sesshoumaru wrapped him strong, muscular arms around her shoulders with one hand resting at the back of her neck and the other just above placing neatly at the crown of her head.
Anyone could see past the thick clouds of charcoal grey and swirling black miasma would see a demon prince and a human miko wrapped up in a lover's embrace. This deliberate and yet intimate action only cause Naraku's hatred and sliver of jealousy to rise to the bursting point in his chest. He strengthened his aura around the pair and pried into their minds.
But Naraku found the act unachievable to do as he once did. It was then that he noticed the light shade of silver that outlined the miko's form.
The metallic shimmer made her smooth skin glisten and shine as if it were slick from water or more likely sweat. Her sleek ebony locks once pushed behind her shoulders now swirled around her like a stygian veil. Her angelic face buried between her companion's chest, ignorant of the steel, protective chest plate and the cloth folds at his arm. Her slender arms reached around the youkai's strong frame and delicate hands grasped silvery strands of hair.
The demon prince was in a similar state. His trim body was outlined with a crimson, more obviously deadly aura. His porcelain features were upturned toward the firmament that was darkened by sleet grey haze. Soft peach colored lips were parted as smooth breaths slipped passed easily. Golden orbs were gently shut hindering their sight of the situation. His arms were around the girl in an almost protective manner and long legs were spread in an arrogant stance.
Silver and red spiraled out from the owners and formed a defensive shield from the now poisonous film surrounding them. Both thoughts of the pair in his sights were synonymous.
--How do I get myself into these things?--
Both answers were blaming the other that was contained in their embrace.
Naraku slammed him fists down on the oak table he was currently sitting in front. The ghostly apparition of blaring white in front of him made no move of surprise. This figure always calm and collected, known as Kanna, simply waited for orders while holding the mirror for her lord's viewing.
"You are mine." The hanyou gritted out dangerously as his eyes glinted edged in a violent scarlet. He was seething, but he struggled to calm himself.
This was for now an unexpected turn of events and rendered his miasma useless. After all, he would have plenty of chances of retrieving his precious possession. With that last though, he let his fog drop releasing them from his inter-dimensional prism. His ingenious traps would succeed in other ways.
--Let her think she's free. It will be even more rewarding when it's ripped from her again.--
Naraku chuckled to himself. He did love how intelligent and somehow crazily optimistic he could be.
"Leave me Kanna."
The demon did as she was told and retired back to her own chambers until she was summoned once again.
The next day
Kagome was back to being gaily blissful. Jisuai had burst into the scene and crashed into her. The male nudged her with his long, slender head into her chest and shoulder, asking a silent question if she was alright. Kagome laughed at his actions and merely scratched lightly behind his upright ear in response.
Sesshoumaru's horse was no where to be found, most likely it had returned to the castle upon instinct. All of the lord's horses were trained to return to their stables. All did this because they were always well groomed and fed. But the youkai didn't seem to mind as he kept at least ten paces between himself on the ground and Jisuai's long, elegant strides.
Kagome couldn't help the fact that her mind wandered. It was only natural, especially for her. Tangents were her life sadly. The way her thoughts meandered around helped to create some intricate and very useful war strategies when she used to fight for the council. Those old crones were constantly amazed what she could come up with.
Usually Kagome tried to avoid this seemingly constant action, but since they were only traveling she allowed herself to wander the abyss of her consciousness. The miko studied her companion once again. The memory of his muscular arms wrapped so tightly and almost intimately around her was still freshly imprinted on her young mind. Just the very memory, even if it was only under dire and necessary circumstances, still caused a pale crimson blush to warm her apple cheeks.
--Hey!! None of that...Naraku's planning something; I have to find out what it is. I promised Tai to 'kick that hanyou's crude ass up the river and smack into the gates of hell.'--
Kagome laughed, but made sure to keep it locked inside her chest. She didn't want to have to explain it to the youkai prince.
--No doubt he'll try to stop me saying I'm just a foolish human female...and these are just my hormones or something.--
Actually Kagome had no idea how he would react to the plan she was beginning to form in her nimble mind. She was just beginning to weave the ideas into action and it was going to be not only difficult, but dangerous as well. But Kagome would do it because she was constantly driving to reach her dream.
--To have peace of mind and to live carefree.--
Call her childish, but that was all she truly ever wanted. Kagome longed to live off the land and spend the rest of her days lying in flower fields. Perhaps there would be someone she loved with her, but most likely not. But she was tired of being used. Naraku used her as a tool for destruction and as a main player in his treacherous schemes. Now, the lord of the West, Inutaisho, is using her against Naraku as leverage of some sort.
Kagome sighed. Once again her intellectual wanderings have brought her back to melancholy, something she wished to avoid for the time being.
--Ick, I feel so dirty. I must look a mess. I could use a hot bath. Mmm...hot springs are a girl's best friend, who cares about diamonds! Well actually, diamonds are pretty, but I much prefer those midnight sapphire stones. But then again emeralds...--
Kagome continued speaking with herself inside her own little world. Meanwhile Sesshoumaru is in a much similar state, except his thoughts have a more direct path.
--That encounter with Naraku, something wasn't right. He is not the type to just give up. I'll have to keep a look out. He'll wait for the moment I'm at my weakest then he'll strike.--
Sesshoumaru inwardly scoffed. As if he was ever weak, he was very rarely unaware of his surroundings. But he would have to be careful. No doubt that brainless hanyou would be brazen enough to attack the Western family to get what he wanted.
--And that something just happens to be tagging along behind me...--
Sesshoumaru calmed the growl that had surfaced in his throat for a moment.
--I'll be ready for him.--
Later On
Two sullen forms trudge their way through what would have been grassy fields. But with the melting of the wintry snows warped into what was now this thick swamp. The water had started at just above their ankles, but had risen dramatically as they progressed deeper into the territory. As of now they were walking through a small ravine that had rebellious plants growing in the bottom and vines stretching up the sides towards the sky. It was nighttime now and only the full moon gave light to lead the way.
The baby blue sky had melted and morphed to blazing oranges and striking reds. Then fell into a deep auburn while the light of the solar god steadily burned to naught. This became one of the main problems because the pair couldn't stop even if they wanted to.
Kagome, with her human sight and senses, had to depend on Sesshoumaru by way of forging their course through the thickening brush. Kagome made sure to keep her miko senses scanning the area for any threats and also other presences of life forms. Perhaps they could find shelter somewhere soon, she needed it.
Her favorite season was winter, naturally. The crisp, frigid air and the white wonderland also captivated her. Of course, she didn't like being stuck in it with a 'no-fun youkai.' One who seemed to be described best by a frigid winter storm, but she'd never tell him that. Kagome smirked.
--I laugh at him quietly...--
Now the water hadn't been a big problem at first because it was warmer once they set out. Also the fact that Naraku's spells and poison tried to fry them alive for supper, but as night fell the water's chill had begun to get to her. The chill clung to her clothes and soaked her through.
Over the course of a half hour the water had risen to where it now leveled off about her waist. (her actual waist, not her hips) They had started out towards the top of this so called ravine, but delved deeper into the gorge because it was safer. They wouldn't be out in the open as much seeing as how along the top of the canyon were just plains of fields.
On these plateaus there were no trees or under brush, except for a few minor flowers here and there, perhaps a small bush or shrubbery every now and then, but nothing that would be of help for camouflage. Not that they were skulking around in the prince's own territory, but as he put it he was traveling with a 'human' female. (emphasis on human) After all, Kagome still could not use her inborn abilities offensively, but only for defense unless they decided to 'come and out and play' of their accord. And per usual they had a mind of their own and their own itinerary. So if Sesshoumaru was busy what was to stop another from simply attacking her or worse...besides Sesshoumaru couldn't keep two eyes on her at once.
--Though he barely ever has even one...that jerk doesn't ever look at me! Even when I'm talking to him and that's just down right rude! I have to remember to throw that back in his face one day...--
Kagome smiled and giggled faintly, but this soon fell from her throat as a gurgle and speckled grey blue eyes widened larger than they already were. (if possible) The stumbling miko had managed to somehow tangle herself in the plants that were now drowning in the water that surrounded her. Kagome stretched out a delicate limb and slender fingers reaching for something to support her falling self. Kagome's dexterous fingers grasped the intricate silk pattern of Sesshoumaru's lengthened sleeve to steady herself, but merely succeeded in pulling the prince back towards her.
The pair tumbled underneath the rain-filled lake that had become of the ravine. Sesshoumaru instantly reacted to Kagome's struggles seeing as how the ties on her feet had tightened and had reached to twist around her thighs as well as her calves. The demon easily ripped through the tiring binds and pulled both to the surface. Kagome coughed for a second to retain the breath that had escaped her a minute.
The now grumbling youkai, how un-lord like, turned his now soaked head in Kagome's direction which was seemingly in his lap. The youkai was crouched and somehow found a suitable rock to perch on. His golden sun irises bore into her indigo orbs with a meaningful glare. Kagome was caught by the deadly beauty of 'the wonder that is Sesshoumaru.' During her innocent speculation of his facial features, seeing as how she's never been this close before, Kagome noticed several things.
The youkai could only be described as striking in appearance. The prince had long, slender symmetrical shaped eyes. Each lid was decorated by a thin strip of red lining the lid, that Kagome was sure wasn't any sort of make up, but more of a marking of some type. Long, black lashes curled gracefully outwards from the eye. The deep color of the lashes contrasted with the light paleness of the male's practically flawless skin giving off a dramatic appeal.
The murky depths of his irises swirled with concealed emotions and obvious boredom. Alternating light and dark colors in the emotionless orbs showed much of what he wanted or wished to hide. But the shifts in the torrent of tints were miniscule and barely noticeable. The metallic hue surrounded and contained the slit pupils of matching color of his luxurious lashes.
Each perfect cheek was held with a high and regal bone structure that any female would die for. There were two horizontal rouge stripes that were parallel and marked his high cheek bones with this marking that appointed him heir and soon to be a taiyoukai. The adorned birth markings were of an identical shade in hue as the color lining the upper lid.
Sesshoumaru had a thin face and slender neck that stretched to somewhat broad shoulders. They weren't too wide, but strength was easily seen in their build. On either side of his perfect face were two pointed ears that had a high sensitivity and had a tendency to twitch when coming to attention. These appendages were exactly aligned and were not like Kagome's own ears. Kagome could only suspect that her ears were uneven with one lying higher than its mate.
Silky, iridescent bangs framed his slender face that shined like a hidden fire was encased in each silver strand. Beyond these cut pieces that hung elegantly in his face with an almost childish appearance were extended silver locks that cascaded to rest below his rear. Kagome could only guess that had it been in view, this part of the body would no doubt be fit to perfection and toned nicely. These thoughts were silently and quickly followed by a cherry blush.
It was only then that the woman-child snapped back to reality and regained an attentive awareness in her eyes instead of the previous slightly zoning void. Go figure that embarrassment would once again set her thoughts back on course. Kagome smiled to herself unaware of the prince's observations of her that had occurred during her quite meticulous study of his attractiveness. That's right, she isn't stubborn enough to not admit to the fact that she's attracted to him.
--But it's true what they say. Beauty is only skin deep. Down under he's as cold as ice...but I always wonder if that is really what he's like or if that is just what he wants people to think.--
Of course being this close to a woman would normally have affected most men and especially since the female was sitting on his lap. But that would have been based merely on attraction and all blood along with intelligence would flow to one particular area. And at such close range, Sesshoumaru was unusually aware of the light blush coloring her cheeks.
Being the demon he was also allowed him to notice the heat radiating from her small body. The youkai had never felt a particular interest in observing her thoroughly, but now seeing as she was so taken by him, that it was only natural for him to study her as well.
Her heart shaped face was dominated by her largely expressive eyes that were usually clear and shining with life. Although now he could tell she was deep in entranced in her own thoughts because there was slightly more grey than blue in their depths creating a slightly hazed effect. Above these occupied eyes were two curved black eyebrows.
Lining these animated, yet at the moment dulled, orbs were long, curling lashes that were just as dark if not more so than her tresses. In between the valley of her cheeks was a slender, button nose that led the way to slightly parted rose lips. These tempting fleshes of skin seemed to call to him begging for touch. Sesshoumaru could only wonder if they actually were as soft as they looked.
On either side of her feminine face were two rounded, shell-shaped ears. Both of which were pierced with a clear, but somewhat blue shining crystal earrings that were set in silver and sat in studs on her lower earlobe.
He also noticed with his scrutiny that the left was slightly higher than the right by a few centimeters. On human standards this was practically even and he had to agree. Most of the filth (humans) had an inch or more difference.
The woman-child has a dainty chin and delicate, thin neck. His meticulous gaze followed the lines of her neck that were slightly rose in color. He could feel more heat on her cheeks due to something; most likely she had finally realized how close they were. But the youkai took his time raising his gaze back to her face.
Sesshoumaru slowly and almost seductively raised his golden stare back to match hers. This meant he had to lower his head in a gentle slope to meet her eye to eye. Golden and indigo clashed like the complementary colors they were in an age old stalemate. Both containing a fire for life, but both were varying in difference.
One was strong with determination, yet held a soft caring expression. The other was fierce, yet was captured in a bored state. Where one was deep, cool cerulean that mirrored the sea in depth and color the other was sizzling heat that could be compared to the blazing solar god that fathers our earth in rays of warm protection. One gaze demanding respect and the other commanding submission. Female verses male and yang verses yin were competing for dominance in just one glance.
A low chirping sounded in the background followed by a loud squawk as one bird consumed another for dinner. This screech resonated in Sesshoumaru's pointed ears as well as even Kagome's. Though the loudness was greatly different from demon to human, the somewhat softened sound pulled Kagome easily from her study.
With a deepened blush that had graduated from cherry to crimson in mere seconds before standing up. But a better description would be attempt seeing as how one of her legs was trapped between and slightly underneath his. Kagome could feel the suffocating limb tingle from the loss of blood.
As she raised herself from her current, quite embarrassing sitting position the demon rose as well with no expression, or more than the usual annoyance.
"We have no time for such nonsense."
But these words all belied the true heat he had felt for this female. Sesshoumaru cast it off as a simple attraction. After all he may not feel the full array of emotions, but he is still a male. And as such he cannot deny himself such simple reactions. It meant nothing. But he couldn't deny one thing. They needed shelter. Besides the arousing heat his person had obviously caused her, she was shivering despite how warmly she was dressed.
And with that the two continued on except for the fact that Kagome traversed much closer to her guide. If the demon were to look back at her he would find confusion written clearly etched in her feature, heat still lighting up her cheeks with color.
There were three more days to come. And only two things surfaced in Kagome's mind that seemed to be constantly bound in there, 'Oh God' and 'Oh GREAT.' With both sets of words being heavy with sarcasm and followed always with a groan.
-To Be Continued- Blah blah!
A/N: Ok ok...so no lemon scene here. Sorry! But I think it is still too soon. There will be one eventually so don't get your hentai thoughts in a twist. Also I wanted to update this like last week, but I went to Florida to visit a friend and yea...but hope you enjoyed this! And here's to hoping I don't get writer's block!! Ja ne!
Flooding Winter
Kagome yawned as she stretched her arms above her head. Her petite mouth opened wide with her thin, pink tongue sticking out slightly in a childish gesture. Her young body was still sore from the trudge in the waist high snow two days previous. Of course, it wasn't a long distance they covered; actually they barely made any ground at all. Kagome guessed it was probably about three miles, but it was twice as difficult while being surrounded by their own personal snow storm.
The miko groaned and flopped back down onto the small futon. Her mind wandered to the day before. She had awoken in much of same manner as she had today. Except she was must more sore in several places and it hurt just to move. Also she still had a light headache and fever.
Sesshoumaru said they wouldn't leave that day because the snow practically surrounded the cabin up to the roof if not passed. Of course, it wouldn't take the arrogant youkai more than five minutes tops to dig them out but he said she shouldn't travel until she was fully healed. Or else she could relapse and land them in the same situation as before. Sesshoumaru had also said that it was due most likely to her miko powers that healed her so quickly.
--I was actually thinking that he cared...--
Kagome could have sworn she had seen concern flash across his golden orbs for a second, but then it might have been her imagination. She was still a little woozy at the time. Kagome closed her eyes for a moment before she snapped to attention at the demon prince's voice.
"We're leaving, prepare." He said in a clipped tone.
Kagome sighed, but nodded. She pulled herself from the semi-soft, pliable bed. Lifting her soft blue gaze to the door, she noticed the lack of presence of 'the one and only' Sesshoumaru.
--So that was the sound I heard earlier. The dog got up at dawn to dig us out so we could leave...how nice.--
It wasn't that Kagome didn't want to leave the confines of the small cabin. In fact she found it to stifling, but she wasn't looking forward to walking in more snow. Kagome took Sesshoumaru's absence as a sign to get changed. They had quite an episode the other day. Kagome chuckled despite herself, at the memory.
Flashback
"You want me to do what?!"
A fuming Kagome threw a pillow at a contemptuous demon lord standing with his back to the door. He crossed his arms across his chest in disdain. He merely side-stepped the throw of the object that was supposedly meant to hit him. It smacked into the door releasing a creek from the abused wooden opening.
"Human, I care not for you modesty or your worthless morals as such." "I can't change with you watching!" Kagome sputtered. "I have to check for any signs of your condition. I can't have you hindering our progress further." He emphasized condition in an attempt to get past her rose-flamed cheeks.
Kagome stilled for a second allowing the words to sink in. At first thinking that what he said meant he cared about her, but then his second statement flew into her thoughts.
"Oh, so I'm hindering your progress." Kagome repeated in an almost chilling interpretation of the distant coldness in his voice.
--See if this hinders him any. All I need is a walk.--
Though her muscles ached somewhat painfully, Kagome forced them on only biting her already abused lip in the process.
Sesshoumaru's POV
Sesshoumaru was at first caught off guard by the iciness of her tone, but then the girl had stomped past him out the door, slamming it in the process. He stood there for a second.
--Let the blasted thing go! She's too much trouble and not worth my time.--
Then his father's exact words crept back into his thoughts. He then mentally groaned as his father's pestering words once more flew through his active mind.
I leave her in your care. She is leverage against the southern lord. Let nothing happen to her.
With a seething growl emancipating from his throat he stormed through the door, practically ripping it off the hinges in the process.
The girl was quite easy to find. Her raven tresses stuck out like a sore thumb. Sesshoumaru leapt into the air just as the girl glanced over her shoulder. Her attention diverted, so didn't notice the shift of the youkai's aura and Kagome smacked into his chest with a clang.
Kagome's vision went fuzzy for a second and was faintly aware of two slender hands grasping her around the waist. Kagome raised one hand to her head and looked up to her savior from the iciness of the snow. As she did so, her ebony locks slipped behind her thin shoulders that were shaking slightly in gentle shivers.
Sesshoumaru wasn't surprised that she knocked into him. After all, she'd done it before it. But the strange look in her eyes he wasn't expecting. There lying in those dark depths was an emptiness. He saw true loneliness, something he only had ever felt within himself.
How someone could seem to be so carefree, yet so lonely inside? Then again, if something seemed impossible, this girl would be the one to accomplish it.
Kagome
Kagome shook her head trying to clear away the fog that had crossed her eyes for a moment, only to gasp at the intense molten gaze boring into her cerulean orbs. She had always thought Sesshoumaru to be hiding his emotions, but to see them full force was something different indeed.
Naturally, to anyone else, a scene would be seen of a petite human woman been gripped around the waist by a youkai that towered over her by at least a head and a half. The human would have widened eyes and parted lips, but the youkai would have no emotion pervading his facial features.
But for once, Kagome could see past the barriers that shielding his mind and inner soul. This allowed her a glimpse of his soul, but at the sound of her gasp, the dam gates shut once more. And it was all too soon for Kagome. What she didn't know, was that the same exact occurrence happened with her.
Sesshoumaru
Yes, you could always see her emotions flashing presence in her deep cobalt irises, but Sesshoumaru had seen beyond the looking glass. The eyes no longer reflected just her emotions, but her soul as well was bared to him. He had been able to see the darker and deeper side of her soul. It was something that she tried so desperately to hide, or forget.
And for a second, his façade dropped unknowingly. But her gasp awakened him from his trance and normalcy was revived. Sesshoumaru silently cursed himself for being foolish. No one was worthy of seeing him in such a weak, but true state. The only person died, a long time ago.
Sesshoumaru had to hold in the wistful sigh as fond memories soared into his frozen heart trying to rekindle the hypothetical flame lying dormant, but with the chill of the heartless memories and actions of his father slithered in as well the flame was left in ashes once more.
Sesshoumaru blinked, and then promptly threw the now struggling woman over his shoulder, being careful once again to not impale her on one of his spikes of the armor. He couldn't help, but notice the beginning of the bruise on her cheek.
He would most likely be blamed for it, even though it was she who ran into his armor. He still couldn't help the limp feeling of guilt tightening in his chest.
All
Kagome struggled the entire way back to who knows where. She knew they were headed back to the cabin, but in her anger she hadn't realized how far she had gotten. She then noticed that much of the snow had melted since the warmer and more natural temperatures of spring were returning.
"I am not a sack of potatoes you can just throw over your shoulder whenever you feel necessary!" "Hush woman."
As the woman continued her overly loud screeching right next to his eardrum, he considered two very tempting options. The first was to just kill her right now with his claws and the second was to grab her by the throat to cease her relentless screaming. But at the annoying echo of his father's words, he opted for a third, less deadly action.
Kagome's voice caught in her throat so that only a slight choking sound was all that was left. The demon lord had raised his hand from her upper-mid thigh to her rear. And he had just added a little more pressure.
Kagome found her voice and continued her yelling, except this time they consisted of how much of a hentai, and other such synonyms, Sesshoumaru was. The demon prince responded only by adding a little more pressure from his large palm and a little squeeze. To this Kagome squeaked and followed up with an even darker blush, if it was possible.
Sesshoumaru couldn't hold back the smug smirk at his quietness as well as the obvious embarrassment she was feeling. He knew that her human modesty, one not in existence in the youkai realm, would be the end of her. Somehow Sesshoumaru had a feeling that embarrassment would shut her up, if she wanted him to stop.
End Flashback
Kagome's apple cheeks were now tinted with a dark blush. The thought of the youkai prince's calloused hand touching her in such an obscene way still embarrassed her innocent soul to the core. Even Naraku had not been bold enough to touch in such semi-intimate ways.
Kagome smirked. Although, since the evil spirit was in control, Kagome had no doubt that Kaekei would had chopped Naraku's grotesque hand off, even if it meant been trapped again in her spiritual prison. Kagome had no control over Kaekei's actions, but she was still inevitably linked to her mind. Kagome knew the woman would rather suffocate in imprisonment that let the revolting hanyou lay a single claw on her. Somehow this made Kagome relax a little. At least she wouldn't lose one of the most precious things while not even being able to control it. (just a little sentimental, but it would be her first time)
Kagome wasted no time in getting dressed. She easily shed the sleeping kimono. Well, it was more of long shirt that stopped mid thigh. She hadn't bothered to bring her sleeping kimonos since they were unnecessary added weight.
She slipped into black hakama and a light blue haori that was tied with a simple white sash around her thin waist. Kagome deftly slipped on the black boots and with practiced ease crossed her bow diagonally across her chest. The girl then slung her arrows over her right shoulder to allow easy access.
Then gathering all of the few objects that were her possessions strewn lazily about the small living space into her cloth bag, she exited the hut. Sesshoumaru was lounging in a nearby oak with, upon closer inspection, had his eyes closed in a resting pose.
--How does he make something so obviously uncomfortable look desirably not?--
Kagome mused that the prince could make a sharp, jagged rock look like a four poster bed the way he was positioned in that tree. It irritated how he could so simply and gracefully make himself comfortable no matter where he was. She was also envious and that only increased her anger.
--Why does this guy piss me off so easily?!--
Kagome had been asking herself that often lately. His every action stirred her and she wasn't sure why. But the miko pushed it down with a deep, calming breath and neatly tucked into a hypothetical drawer in her mind for later contemplation. Kagome then knocked against the tree's trunk. The sound and action reverberated up into the lofty leaves that were just beginning to bud.
As expected, Sesshoumaru jumped down. It seemed as if he preferred this action to her first one where she simply yelled up into the branches stirring up every single bird that was resting. Without even looking at her, his 'high and mighty' set out into the woods. Kagome huffed, but obediently followed, not wishing to repeat yesterday's humiliation. Kagome wasn't about to give the prince another chance to grab her ass.
Two Hours Later
Kagome was jumpy and her nerves seemed to burn from being on edge. Her hands wrung nervously clasped in front of her with a light sweat. Her mind ached, not a dull pain, but a throbbing one. Something akin to a headache, but not quite proceeding passed into a full blown migraine.
Her instincts as a miko were practically blaring and her primal instincts told her to bolt, anything, but just to get out of there. In fact, one of the only things that kept her routed to the path the pair was traveling was her companion, if she dared to call him such.
Sesshoumaru felt is as well, whatever it was. Not that the ice prince would say anything, but Kagome could tell by the tenseness of his shoulders and the stiff way he carried himself in. Normally one wouldn't see the difference from his normal already perfect posture, but Kagome could see that his steps were no longer fluid and relaxed, but mechanical and wary.
Also she could see the constant twitch of his pointed ear at every single sound from its place on his head halfway hidden by silver hair. The ear didn't move as much as the hanyou, Sesshoumaru's half-brother, but the action still tried to strangle a giggle out of her. Kagome had to actually battle the laugh because she knew this was not the time. Something was out there and that would only draw attention of it, whatever 'it' was, closer and faster.
There was a sudden wave of heat in the air. Kagome felt as if her lungs were losing the air inside of them even as she breathed in deeper just to reassure herself. But the inevitable shiver coursed threw her and she dropped to her knees.
Bright lights flashed behind her eyes as they began to fog over. Her mind cried desperately for her to fight it. She knew this feeling.
--What was it with me? Is the whole world out to get me?!--
Kagome instantly berated herself. This was no time for such childish actions. Sesshoumaru wouldn't survive this is she didn't protect him...for once.
Soon she felt strong hands on her shoulders lifting her up. Kagome stared into molten pools of gold flashing fury and brief concern. A small, strained smile crossed her lips signaling that she was fine. Sesshoumaru's head whipped from side to side trying to find the source of all of this.
But one word passed through her lips made his attention flash back to her just as the suffocating sensation took hold of them both.
"Naraku."
Sesshoumaru stiffened as a deathly grip surrounded him. He felt weak. Normally he was immune to the temperatures that humans would so easily fall victim to. His breath released in short pants and it was if his lungs were collapsing in on themselves. The slithering humidity crept and stuck to his skin. He tensed instantly; for once he was unsure of what to do. This helplessness was new to him.
This wave of warmth that surrounded his body was like fire. The sensation licked at his heightened senses setting him over the edge. He would have found this luxurious had the dull waves of aching pain subsided. These tortures could only have been concocted by the infernal hanyou. The slithering heat and ebbing lashes of pain were only suitable to such a sniveling coward.
Sesshoumaru had to close his eyes as a new wave of aches surrounded him, silvery flashes behind his eyes and cool hands on his arms were the only thing keeping him conscious. Giving in he latched onto this source of immunity. His instincts were telling him to attack, but from where he couldn't be sure. And not being a brash demon, he waited. His mind was scolding him for losing himself so easily in such a simple trap. –Break free—
Sesshoumaru was lost in this cloud that permeated his consciousness. He was no longer sure if he was indeed conscious or perhaps he falling over the edge into the abyss. It would all look the same.
Sesshoumaru stiffened once again as he felt an intruding aura trying to connect with his own. At first he resisted, but relaxed when he saw the purplish tint engulf the girl's body standing half a foot from him. The girl had appeared in the darkness, but he knew she was there the entire time. Perhaps he hadn't been moving at all?
The girl brought her hands from where they resting of his forearms up to palm his chest. The coolness of her flesh seeped beneath the cloth of his robes. He felt the miko's pureness pervade his form. Sesshoumaru felt as if he were floating in a tepid stream of strength. The water surrounded him and protected him from the inferno. He dipped his head down. For once in his life, Sesshoumaru heir to the Western Lands gave in to temptation. The youkai allowed the aura to leak into his.
For some reason, that he wasn't even going to try and fathom, the energy didn't burn him as it probably should have. The purifying energy could have killed him at such an intensity and close range. But instead a tingling and soft, comforting warmth wrapped around his soul. This was nothing like the last time he felt miko energies. This was something completely different.
Sesshoumaru's youki reacted almost immediately. The pureness unlocked the proverbial cage it was housed in. The two, dark and light, clashed in that clearing. The roars of the demon and the soothing song of the miko sounded as one.
Naraku's eyes narrowed as he watched the pair from his castle. He wasn't one to deal with annoying fools personally like this, but the pair was forming a bond. He didn't like it one bit.
"You're mine Kagome."
Those very words echoed through her hazy mind. But they only pushed her further causing her aura to shift and strengthen. Kagome once again felt the motherly embrace of the spirit inside her. But she didn't want help.
--I want to do this on my own!--
Kagome practically pleaded in her mind and she could hear the soft snickers of Kaekei, the dark spirit. Kagome scowled, but it melted when Yukila's soft, melodious voice graced her hearing.
"Kagome...you must understand that we are you. We are the inner strength you call upon when you are in danger. I heal you and Kaekei, whether she wants to admit it or not, protects you."
A scoff was heard somewhere off in the distant abyss. This caused both Yukila and Kagome to smile, seeing as how the evil one hadn't denied it.
"We're a part of you. When the council input us into your soul, something occurred."
At Kagome's worried face she continued a little faster than her normal calm rhythmic tone allowed.
"It was wondrous, if not rare, occurrence. Our spirits bonded with yours and became one. That is why this one called Naraku yearns for you. He is...attracted to your power."
Kagome shivered. She snapped back to the present when she saw Sesshoumaru's hand waving in front of her eyes. Reaching out she snatched in inside her own much smaller palm. The prince could feel the power resonating from the soft flesh and like a beacon his aura responded to the silent call.
"This is not the time for your idiocy." He drawled in that 'I'm-better-than- you-and-I'm-quite-aware' tone.
Kagome growled deep in her throat in a quite animalistic nature causing only a sculpted eyebrow to rise in answer. The now quite annoyed miko child ignored the amusement in the depths of the person who she now realized had an arm wrapped around her waist. A soft cherry blush heated her pale cheeks, but Kagome shook her head.
--Man...I hate to admit it but, he's right darn it! My mind does wander...I'm kinda hungry...grr--
"This is one of the techniques Naraku uses with his miasma. It enters your mind and activates the nerves to signal heat." Kagome explained.
"Well, obviously."
She was about to protest, but again shook her head. The fact is only she could help them right now and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to accomplish it.
Kagome pulled herself flush against the demon prince, noticing how he just barely flinched at the contact. She would have to remember to pester him about that later. The girl rested her head of the youkai's shoulder and wrapped her arms around him so that they lay between his shoulder blades pulling him ever closer, if possible.
Sesshoumaru caught the hint of what she was trying to do, but was still baffled at what exactly she was planning to do. But he responded by embracing her back. Since she was so short her head rested just barely on his shoulder, more like his bicep. Sesshoumaru wrapped him strong, muscular arms around her shoulders with one hand resting at the back of her neck and the other just above placing neatly at the crown of her head.
Anyone could see past the thick clouds of charcoal grey and swirling black miasma would see a demon prince and a human miko wrapped up in a lover's embrace. This deliberate and yet intimate action only cause Naraku's hatred and sliver of jealousy to rise to the bursting point in his chest. He strengthened his aura around the pair and pried into their minds.
But Naraku found the act unachievable to do as he once did. It was then that he noticed the light shade of silver that outlined the miko's form.
The metallic shimmer made her smooth skin glisten and shine as if it were slick from water or more likely sweat. Her sleek ebony locks once pushed behind her shoulders now swirled around her like a stygian veil. Her angelic face buried between her companion's chest, ignorant of the steel, protective chest plate and the cloth folds at his arm. Her slender arms reached around the youkai's strong frame and delicate hands grasped silvery strands of hair.
The demon prince was in a similar state. His trim body was outlined with a crimson, more obviously deadly aura. His porcelain features were upturned toward the firmament that was darkened by sleet grey haze. Soft peach colored lips were parted as smooth breaths slipped passed easily. Golden orbs were gently shut hindering their sight of the situation. His arms were around the girl in an almost protective manner and long legs were spread in an arrogant stance.
Silver and red spiraled out from the owners and formed a defensive shield from the now poisonous film surrounding them. Both thoughts of the pair in his sights were synonymous.
--How do I get myself into these things?--
Both answers were blaming the other that was contained in their embrace.
Naraku slammed him fists down on the oak table he was currently sitting in front. The ghostly apparition of blaring white in front of him made no move of surprise. This figure always calm and collected, known as Kanna, simply waited for orders while holding the mirror for her lord's viewing.
"You are mine." The hanyou gritted out dangerously as his eyes glinted edged in a violent scarlet. He was seething, but he struggled to calm himself.
This was for now an unexpected turn of events and rendered his miasma useless. After all, he would have plenty of chances of retrieving his precious possession. With that last though, he let his fog drop releasing them from his inter-dimensional prism. His ingenious traps would succeed in other ways.
--Let her think she's free. It will be even more rewarding when it's ripped from her again.--
Naraku chuckled to himself. He did love how intelligent and somehow crazily optimistic he could be.
"Leave me Kanna."
The demon did as she was told and retired back to her own chambers until she was summoned once again.
The next day
Kagome was back to being gaily blissful. Jisuai had burst into the scene and crashed into her. The male nudged her with his long, slender head into her chest and shoulder, asking a silent question if she was alright. Kagome laughed at his actions and merely scratched lightly behind his upright ear in response.
Sesshoumaru's horse was no where to be found, most likely it had returned to the castle upon instinct. All of the lord's horses were trained to return to their stables. All did this because they were always well groomed and fed. But the youkai didn't seem to mind as he kept at least ten paces between himself on the ground and Jisuai's long, elegant strides.
Kagome couldn't help the fact that her mind wandered. It was only natural, especially for her. Tangents were her life sadly. The way her thoughts meandered around helped to create some intricate and very useful war strategies when she used to fight for the council. Those old crones were constantly amazed what she could come up with.
Usually Kagome tried to avoid this seemingly constant action, but since they were only traveling she allowed herself to wander the abyss of her consciousness. The miko studied her companion once again. The memory of his muscular arms wrapped so tightly and almost intimately around her was still freshly imprinted on her young mind. Just the very memory, even if it was only under dire and necessary circumstances, still caused a pale crimson blush to warm her apple cheeks.
--Hey!! None of that...Naraku's planning something; I have to find out what it is. I promised Tai to 'kick that hanyou's crude ass up the river and smack into the gates of hell.'--
Kagome laughed, but made sure to keep it locked inside her chest. She didn't want to have to explain it to the youkai prince.
--No doubt he'll try to stop me saying I'm just a foolish human female...and these are just my hormones or something.--
Actually Kagome had no idea how he would react to the plan she was beginning to form in her nimble mind. She was just beginning to weave the ideas into action and it was going to be not only difficult, but dangerous as well. But Kagome would do it because she was constantly driving to reach her dream.
--To have peace of mind and to live carefree.--
Call her childish, but that was all she truly ever wanted. Kagome longed to live off the land and spend the rest of her days lying in flower fields. Perhaps there would be someone she loved with her, but most likely not. But she was tired of being used. Naraku used her as a tool for destruction and as a main player in his treacherous schemes. Now, the lord of the West, Inutaisho, is using her against Naraku as leverage of some sort.
Kagome sighed. Once again her intellectual wanderings have brought her back to melancholy, something she wished to avoid for the time being.
--Ick, I feel so dirty. I must look a mess. I could use a hot bath. Mmm...hot springs are a girl's best friend, who cares about diamonds! Well actually, diamonds are pretty, but I much prefer those midnight sapphire stones. But then again emeralds...--
Kagome continued speaking with herself inside her own little world. Meanwhile Sesshoumaru is in a much similar state, except his thoughts have a more direct path.
--That encounter with Naraku, something wasn't right. He is not the type to just give up. I'll have to keep a look out. He'll wait for the moment I'm at my weakest then he'll strike.--
Sesshoumaru inwardly scoffed. As if he was ever weak, he was very rarely unaware of his surroundings. But he would have to be careful. No doubt that brainless hanyou would be brazen enough to attack the Western family to get what he wanted.
--And that something just happens to be tagging along behind me...--
Sesshoumaru calmed the growl that had surfaced in his throat for a moment.
--I'll be ready for him.--
Later On
Two sullen forms trudge their way through what would have been grassy fields. But with the melting of the wintry snows warped into what was now this thick swamp. The water had started at just above their ankles, but had risen dramatically as they progressed deeper into the territory. As of now they were walking through a small ravine that had rebellious plants growing in the bottom and vines stretching up the sides towards the sky. It was nighttime now and only the full moon gave light to lead the way.
The baby blue sky had melted and morphed to blazing oranges and striking reds. Then fell into a deep auburn while the light of the solar god steadily burned to naught. This became one of the main problems because the pair couldn't stop even if they wanted to.
Kagome, with her human sight and senses, had to depend on Sesshoumaru by way of forging their course through the thickening brush. Kagome made sure to keep her miko senses scanning the area for any threats and also other presences of life forms. Perhaps they could find shelter somewhere soon, she needed it.
Her favorite season was winter, naturally. The crisp, frigid air and the white wonderland also captivated her. Of course, she didn't like being stuck in it with a 'no-fun youkai.' One who seemed to be described best by a frigid winter storm, but she'd never tell him that. Kagome smirked.
--I laugh at him quietly...--
Now the water hadn't been a big problem at first because it was warmer once they set out. Also the fact that Naraku's spells and poison tried to fry them alive for supper, but as night fell the water's chill had begun to get to her. The chill clung to her clothes and soaked her through.
Over the course of a half hour the water had risen to where it now leveled off about her waist. (her actual waist, not her hips) They had started out towards the top of this so called ravine, but delved deeper into the gorge because it was safer. They wouldn't be out in the open as much seeing as how along the top of the canyon were just plains of fields.
On these plateaus there were no trees or under brush, except for a few minor flowers here and there, perhaps a small bush or shrubbery every now and then, but nothing that would be of help for camouflage. Not that they were skulking around in the prince's own territory, but as he put it he was traveling with a 'human' female. (emphasis on human) After all, Kagome still could not use her inborn abilities offensively, but only for defense unless they decided to 'come and out and play' of their accord. And per usual they had a mind of their own and their own itinerary. So if Sesshoumaru was busy what was to stop another from simply attacking her or worse...besides Sesshoumaru couldn't keep two eyes on her at once.
--Though he barely ever has even one...that jerk doesn't ever look at me! Even when I'm talking to him and that's just down right rude! I have to remember to throw that back in his face one day...--
Kagome smiled and giggled faintly, but this soon fell from her throat as a gurgle and speckled grey blue eyes widened larger than they already were. (if possible) The stumbling miko had managed to somehow tangle herself in the plants that were now drowning in the water that surrounded her. Kagome stretched out a delicate limb and slender fingers reaching for something to support her falling self. Kagome's dexterous fingers grasped the intricate silk pattern of Sesshoumaru's lengthened sleeve to steady herself, but merely succeeded in pulling the prince back towards her.
The pair tumbled underneath the rain-filled lake that had become of the ravine. Sesshoumaru instantly reacted to Kagome's struggles seeing as how the ties on her feet had tightened and had reached to twist around her thighs as well as her calves. The demon easily ripped through the tiring binds and pulled both to the surface. Kagome coughed for a second to retain the breath that had escaped her a minute.
The now grumbling youkai, how un-lord like, turned his now soaked head in Kagome's direction which was seemingly in his lap. The youkai was crouched and somehow found a suitable rock to perch on. His golden sun irises bore into her indigo orbs with a meaningful glare. Kagome was caught by the deadly beauty of 'the wonder that is Sesshoumaru.' During her innocent speculation of his facial features, seeing as how she's never been this close before, Kagome noticed several things.
The youkai could only be described as striking in appearance. The prince had long, slender symmetrical shaped eyes. Each lid was decorated by a thin strip of red lining the lid, that Kagome was sure wasn't any sort of make up, but more of a marking of some type. Long, black lashes curled gracefully outwards from the eye. The deep color of the lashes contrasted with the light paleness of the male's practically flawless skin giving off a dramatic appeal.
The murky depths of his irises swirled with concealed emotions and obvious boredom. Alternating light and dark colors in the emotionless orbs showed much of what he wanted or wished to hide. But the shifts in the torrent of tints were miniscule and barely noticeable. The metallic hue surrounded and contained the slit pupils of matching color of his luxurious lashes.
Each perfect cheek was held with a high and regal bone structure that any female would die for. There were two horizontal rouge stripes that were parallel and marked his high cheek bones with this marking that appointed him heir and soon to be a taiyoukai. The adorned birth markings were of an identical shade in hue as the color lining the upper lid.
Sesshoumaru had a thin face and slender neck that stretched to somewhat broad shoulders. They weren't too wide, but strength was easily seen in their build. On either side of his perfect face were two pointed ears that had a high sensitivity and had a tendency to twitch when coming to attention. These appendages were exactly aligned and were not like Kagome's own ears. Kagome could only suspect that her ears were uneven with one lying higher than its mate.
Silky, iridescent bangs framed his slender face that shined like a hidden fire was encased in each silver strand. Beyond these cut pieces that hung elegantly in his face with an almost childish appearance were extended silver locks that cascaded to rest below his rear. Kagome could only guess that had it been in view, this part of the body would no doubt be fit to perfection and toned nicely. These thoughts were silently and quickly followed by a cherry blush.
It was only then that the woman-child snapped back to reality and regained an attentive awareness in her eyes instead of the previous slightly zoning void. Go figure that embarrassment would once again set her thoughts back on course. Kagome smiled to herself unaware of the prince's observations of her that had occurred during her quite meticulous study of his attractiveness. That's right, she isn't stubborn enough to not admit to the fact that she's attracted to him.
--But it's true what they say. Beauty is only skin deep. Down under he's as cold as ice...but I always wonder if that is really what he's like or if that is just what he wants people to think.--
Of course being this close to a woman would normally have affected most men and especially since the female was sitting on his lap. But that would have been based merely on attraction and all blood along with intelligence would flow to one particular area. And at such close range, Sesshoumaru was unusually aware of the light blush coloring her cheeks.
Being the demon he was also allowed him to notice the heat radiating from her small body. The youkai had never felt a particular interest in observing her thoroughly, but now seeing as she was so taken by him, that it was only natural for him to study her as well.
Her heart shaped face was dominated by her largely expressive eyes that were usually clear and shining with life. Although now he could tell she was deep in entranced in her own thoughts because there was slightly more grey than blue in their depths creating a slightly hazed effect. Above these occupied eyes were two curved black eyebrows.
Lining these animated, yet at the moment dulled, orbs were long, curling lashes that were just as dark if not more so than her tresses. In between the valley of her cheeks was a slender, button nose that led the way to slightly parted rose lips. These tempting fleshes of skin seemed to call to him begging for touch. Sesshoumaru could only wonder if they actually were as soft as they looked.
On either side of her feminine face were two rounded, shell-shaped ears. Both of which were pierced with a clear, but somewhat blue shining crystal earrings that were set in silver and sat in studs on her lower earlobe.
He also noticed with his scrutiny that the left was slightly higher than the right by a few centimeters. On human standards this was practically even and he had to agree. Most of the filth (humans) had an inch or more difference.
The woman-child has a dainty chin and delicate, thin neck. His meticulous gaze followed the lines of her neck that were slightly rose in color. He could feel more heat on her cheeks due to something; most likely she had finally realized how close they were. But the youkai took his time raising his gaze back to her face.
Sesshoumaru slowly and almost seductively raised his golden stare back to match hers. This meant he had to lower his head in a gentle slope to meet her eye to eye. Golden and indigo clashed like the complementary colors they were in an age old stalemate. Both containing a fire for life, but both were varying in difference.
One was strong with determination, yet held a soft caring expression. The other was fierce, yet was captured in a bored state. Where one was deep, cool cerulean that mirrored the sea in depth and color the other was sizzling heat that could be compared to the blazing solar god that fathers our earth in rays of warm protection. One gaze demanding respect and the other commanding submission. Female verses male and yang verses yin were competing for dominance in just one glance.
A low chirping sounded in the background followed by a loud squawk as one bird consumed another for dinner. This screech resonated in Sesshoumaru's pointed ears as well as even Kagome's. Though the loudness was greatly different from demon to human, the somewhat softened sound pulled Kagome easily from her study.
With a deepened blush that had graduated from cherry to crimson in mere seconds before standing up. But a better description would be attempt seeing as how one of her legs was trapped between and slightly underneath his. Kagome could feel the suffocating limb tingle from the loss of blood.
As she raised herself from her current, quite embarrassing sitting position the demon rose as well with no expression, or more than the usual annoyance.
"We have no time for such nonsense."
But these words all belied the true heat he had felt for this female. Sesshoumaru cast it off as a simple attraction. After all he may not feel the full array of emotions, but he is still a male. And as such he cannot deny himself such simple reactions. It meant nothing. But he couldn't deny one thing. They needed shelter. Besides the arousing heat his person had obviously caused her, she was shivering despite how warmly she was dressed.
And with that the two continued on except for the fact that Kagome traversed much closer to her guide. If the demon were to look back at her he would find confusion written clearly etched in her feature, heat still lighting up her cheeks with color.
There were three more days to come. And only two things surfaced in Kagome's mind that seemed to be constantly bound in there, 'Oh God' and 'Oh GREAT.' With both sets of words being heavy with sarcasm and followed always with a groan.
-To Be Continued- Blah blah!
A/N: Ok ok...so no lemon scene here. Sorry! But I think it is still too soon. There will be one eventually so don't get your hentai thoughts in a twist. Also I wanted to update this like last week, but I went to Florida to visit a friend and yea...but hope you enjoyed this! And here's to hoping I don't get writer's block!! Ja ne!