Well...I'm warning you now. Beware of lemonish content in this chapter.

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Lei non Deve Parlare, Sento Chapter 4-Bang Bang

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He struck at her with rapid speed, impacting her side. She doubled back only slightly, and eyes glowing with cold fire, struck back just as keenly. He dodged it, rightfully so. Sesshomaru would always have the upper hand, or so he intended. Never once to his knowledge had Kagome managed to inflict an injury on him.

Sesshomaru watched her move, barking commands and critiques to her as they fought together. He ordered her limbs in various directions, throwing down her thoughts of hitting him squarely, or urging it. It was interesting how she could be manipulated in the heat of battle, although should she ever realize it she would be revolted. Regardless, Kagome was adept at following orders, though whether she could follow them accurately was another matter.

"You're too low on her feet," He told her sharply, "Your enemy is above you now! Rise!" Kagome rose wordlessly from her bent position and thrust forward with her fist in hopes of shattering his jaw. His hand gripped her own effectively and threw her back. He had allowed a little more of his strength to show through then he'd intended, and she went staggering back. "You should not have been so troubled by that defense," Sesshomaru snapped.

Kagome rushed back at him. She had long since begun to perspire, but did not pant or gasp for air. He had taught her that that was a last resort, to pant in front of an enemy. Perspiration at least seemed honorable, whereas panting like a common animal was truly despicable.

Her left leg swung upwards to strike his side and he slapped it away with a side of his hand. Every movement she made he would match, and every blow they both made was fired with rapid speed. Sesshomaru watched her while she danced before him and against him, never once averting her eyes from his, but knowing still when to dodge or fall away from his attacks. Her eyes themselves were nearly frightening, so alive with blind anger.

Kagome was getting better, he was sure. Sesshomaru wondered briefly how she would come to terms with her new image if she ever stopped to focus on anything but killing him. It would be a shock; that much was certain.

But this was his revenge to her, for everything that she had done to him, Sesshomaru.

Everything that he had thought of for five hundred years.

He would pay her back, for making him obsess over her, and only her, for five hundred very long years.

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The day that everything changed, Kagome had already spent six long years with Sesshomaru. She had grown up into an adult, and her sunny attitude had become serious when she was near him, which was almost always. She hadn't heard a word from her family, her friends, anyone. She hadn't talked to anyone but Sesshomaru; she had barely seen anybody but Sesshomaru. They seemed to always be in each other's presence, and it was becoming unbearable for Kagome.

So one day, she let her temper get the better of her. They had been traveling together from one of her classrooms to the room with the wood floors, and she had been in a relatively healthy state. Sesshomaru hadn't put her through any physical training that day, and she hadn't suffered any major wounds for the past week.

But her anger for him had never left her, and just as he was lecturing her in her pathetic weakness, she lashed out.

"Am I that weak Sesshomaru?" she asked him coyly, stopping in the hall. "Was I so weak, when I destroyed your precious Tetsusaiga? Or when I attacked you in the village and you were harmed? Was I weak then?" He fumed, her words were simple, they could have been worse, but they still stung his pride because she had never once brought up such matters in the past six years, and neither had he. "Or," she continued, "Are you the one who is weak? Who has wasted five hundred years thinking of pathetic revenge for a single...human...girl?" She folded her arms then and dared him to speak.

For six years they had both contained themselves in each other's presence, never letting their anger show in such a fashion as this for fear of what might happen. Nothing could be certain should they lose control. But here, Kagome had finally managed to tempt Sesshomaru into rage.

Her daring insolence got the better of him and his temper suddenly. In a flash he had spun her to the side and slammed her forcefully against the wall, effectively pinning her there with his hands holding her shoulders painfully.

Kagome gasped and as agony spread through her body. "How dare you...human," he hissed darkly.

She stood motionless before him, so very close, and then her gaze eased up to him, burning just as coldly as ever before. The anger, pure hatred, malice in those eyes. Her upper lip rose in a snarl.

Sesshomaru then realized the heat that radiated from her, heat that conveyed her ravenous hate; it enshrouded him in her anger. Once again his eyes traveled over her, the lithe body, a face contorted by evil intentions. A beautiful face that he had never forgotten for all of five hundred years. Sesshomaru doubted if ever even once she had left his thoughts. Always he thought of her, imagined her features in his mind, and pictured her with hatred as well. Hatred because in some way, he knew she had defeated him. He couldn't be rid of that defeat, and couldn't resist it any longer.

In a moment he withdrew from her a little, taken aback by her form that seemed to him just emerging from out of his past. He saw her, Kagome, for the first time in centuries, and his absolute rage bubbled to the surface.

He lashed out, jamming her back even harder against the wall as he threw himself against her. One hand pressed into the wall as well, and the other forced her head even closer to him as he almost violently embraced her with a passionate kiss.

Kagome crumbled, but the anger never left her. She simply felt her body caving into him as his lips assaulted her own. Her torso began to fall only to have him catch her as his hand left the wall and returned on her lower back; the action was meant to lift her to him yet even closer, and the progress was made when her hips collided with his.

He gently pulled her chin downwards, and she almost unconsciously responded to the motion and felt her mouth drop open. Sesshomaru was quick to let his tongue sweep into her caressingly.

His hand on her back began to drift down as he finished on her mouth for the moment and parted to taste her neck; soon his fingers were on her upper thigh, still moving to her knee, where he lifted her leg to him so that she was partially open to his hips. Just as he moved forward in a thrust he bit the shell of her ear teasingly.

"I hate you..." Kagome whispered faintly, unable to pull away from him.

Sesshomaru suddenly swept her into a bridal hold, affixing her to his chest as he began to turn away. He was carrying her somewhere...His steps were hurried, but diligent. He was mindful of her; he did not want to damage her. Kagome simply rested against him as they traveled, seeing that she was suddenly too emotionally exhausted to move.

They turned, entered a dark room. Sesshomaru placed her on a soft surface and leaned in to capture her mouth once more. Kagome felt her last reserves of strength fall, and all she knew was hate again as he began removing her jacket and she began responding to him while her arms reached up and linked around his neck.

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Something was near to her. Something was very near to her. It was warm, and gave Kagome an odd feeling of security. Otherwise there were other sources of heat to attract her attention, like a notable blanket of sunshine falling across her exposed shoulders and chest. But not so much as this warm thing next to her.

His breath sighed against her skin. His lips were on her forehead, parted there while he lay so still and motionless. Memories of the previous night flew back to her in an instant. All sense of security fled immediately and her eyes sprang open in panic.

And there was Sesshomaru, breathing deeply while holding her to him in a loose embrace. He was sleeping, and looked very content. Kagome fought down a growl and ended up releasing it as a hiss. None of her passion for killing him had left her.

She hesitated in his grasp and shivered in revulsion. Everything had happened the night before. And more importantly, she had let it happen. Kagome hadn't fought back a single moment as he'd conquered every shred of her, and here now she was conscious enough to truly regret it.

Using every bit of her training to evade his demon senses, which she knew were keen, even sleep, Kagome inched out of his grasp, still mentally ruing each second of the evening they had spent together. Her arm was stretched across her chest, hiding herself from him should his eyes open. Modesty that had been nonexistent only hours ago had returned from out of nowhere to terrorize her now.

Her heart beat wildly in her rib cage as she snaked away, pulling herself carefully out of the bed without letting her eyes wander from him for even a second. As she slid quietly from the comforter, she kept a bit of the white sheets clenched in a fist, holding it over her body as Kagome felt her flesh shiver in absolute horror.

There was nothing that she could do now; none of what had happened could possibly be taken back. Tears stung the corners of her eyes and dripped down her cheeks. Her heart pounded so very fiercely that she was terrified of him possibly waking up at the noise to see her moving away.

How could she, how could she even dare? Kagome had destroyed everything, wrecked everything. Nothing could be done. Truly shaking then, she took small steps backwards towards the door; not even bothering to collect her scattered clothes, the sheet would be enough. For now, she just had to get out. She had to leave.

Hatred had been replaced with burning sadness. Kagome spun at the door and pattered out into the hall, leaving Sesshomaru asleep behind her. Once outside she instantly put her back to a wall and sank down to the ground. There she sat for many minutes, crying into her hands softly, unable to stop. The sheet was still twined around her frame and hid her from him yet.

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After crying herself into submission while alone in the hall, Kagome gathered herself to her feet and began sprinting as silently as possible to her room. The bedding flowed out behind her gracefully while her dark hair bounced on her shoulders elegantly. Tears still swam down her face.

It didn't take her long to reach the door she sought, and after ripping it open, Kagome bolted into the space and went directly to her drawers. She found some clothes quickly and threw them over herself without pausing for anything. Her fingers shook as she bound her hair up in a ponytail on the back of her head, and then she went about in search of a bag. Soon Kagome discovered a backpack and stashed some of her most precious treasures in it.

It didn't take her long to pack, and ever weeping, Kagome flew out the door. She was leaving this life behind; there was now no room left for hesitation.

Running again, she tore down the intricate hallways. Time seemed to drag while she moved forward. She panted, she did not run serenely. She didn't care about grace, she didn't care about anything. All that Sesshomaru had schooled her in had been stripped from her. She was running now like a hunted animal.

All that tore through her mind were questions. How, why? They were tearing her up. What had happened? Why had she done it?

And in perfect sync with the assault of questions came images from her memory of her night with Sesshomaru. His hands in the darkness, his mouth, his tongue, his claws, raking across her skin everywhere. Kagome pounded her head with her fists with a strangled cry in an effort to knock the memories out of her head. There were so many agonizing thoughts burning through her soul.

After what seemed like hours of turning around corners and haunting empty halls, avoiding eyes that weren't even awake at the early hour, Kagome came upon the magnificent staircase she knew from her training and bounded down it in great leaps. Staggering into the main entrance room, she dashed out under the high ceiling and tumbled towards a large door to her left. She knew this place like the back of her hand.

Behind it, Kagome found that she had a vast and varied choice of vehicles, and upon turning again to the left, pulled a pair of keys down from a rack hanging neatly on the wall. She rushed into the forest of parked cars and soon found what she was looking for. It was notably fast, and she remembered it vividly for its speed from her training. Kagome needed the fastest car at her disposal, because she needed to leave the place, as soon as possible.

Leaping into it promptly, Kagome threw her backpack to the seat beside her and jammed the key into its slot, pressing on the gas pedal, willing the car to drive. She guided it out of its lot and drove it down the dark path before her; the automatic door opened gently and she passed out into the open air at a ferocious speed.

As she flew down the roads, heading in the direction of the swarming Tokyo, tears continued to course down Kagome's cheeks. And an anger that had been dormant for the past twenty minutes was fighting to get to the surface.

This act now left nothing to forgive in him.

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Alone, in a dank room in a secluded motel, Kagome lay on the bed half- enshrouded in tangled sheets. Her hysterical sobs had been echoing around the small space quietly for nearly two hours now. Her hair was mussed and spilling over her as she writhed and twisted around in utter sadness.

She hadn't quit moving, not for a thing, not for a single, thing. Getting to the dense and chaotic metropolis of Tokyo hadn't been enough. Entering the city couldn't quell her need to escape, and she didn't waste time in seeking out an airport and finding a flight.

First, however, she'd abandoned her car in a small parking lot in a darker side of town, and from there she'd taken a bus, not a taxi, to the nearest airport. Covering her tracks was essential; there had been no doubt in her mind at the time that Sesshomaru would find her if she left a messy trail. She had no idea why he would seek her; she just knew that he would find her again if she were careless.

Money was no trouble. Sesshomaru, whatever he did that earned him his huge sums, had entrusted her with access to a variety of sources for it. For a moment she had been a little afraid that he would realize she was missing and cancel all of these sources in an effort to keep her grounded in Japan. But for whatever reason, he still had everything open, and she was still able to exploit it.

Kagome had quickly booked a flight in the airport. She didn't pay much thought to where exactly it was; it was simply the first listing that had caught her attention when she'd looked for the fastest, soonest outlets out of the country, and it so happened that it was Puerto Rico that she chose.

It was a fortunate choice. Sesshomaru had schooled her in several languages. Another mystery. She couldn't determine what had possessed him to train her in so many different arts. But regardless, because of him, she was fluent in English, Italian, and most importantly for her particular destination, Spanish.

Her flight had been long, but for the given distance, rather short. She'd had to change planes in Barcelona, and then it was a straight flight, and it gave her time to rest from her latest injuries. Kagome was having a great deal of difficulty walking now.

When her plane arrived in San Juan, Kagome had instantly rushed to find a means of transportation, and eventually purchased a small Vespa at a dealer in the city. She'd taken the essentials from her backpack, and then discarded it in a river. Every move she made was shaky and hesitant; she had to do everything possible to hide herself. After that she purchased herself two new sets of clothes and a new bag to carry everything in. Then she drove out of San Juan in an air of dismay, though not with the same terror she had felt only about twenty hours ago in distant Japan.

She drove for hours, and didn't keep track of the time except for the signals that the sun gave her. Eventually she passed into a more rural area. Very quiet, very out of the way, very insignificant. Kagome's stress had by then been muted enough so that she felt relatively secure in the region, and began to seek a place to stay in for a night or two, simply to sort out her emotions.

Now she lay in a rundown motel, shivering in bleak depression; remembering again all that had happened with Sesshomaru. She relived each moment of twisted anger she had experienced in his presence. She felt her surges of hate rising and falling while her thoughts moved. And then for that instant, when he had pinned her to the wall with a kiss, it had all become meaningless.

That had made her weep, but what had truly made her sob was when shortly after stewing over those memories Inuyasha had been called to mind. Dear Inuyasha...her true love of only a few days. Yet a few days with him had been enough to make her despise with livid passion everything about his murderer, Sesshomaru. A few stupid, giddy days spent adoring him quietly, shuffling her feet, blushing when he touched her. Just that much time with him had turned everything upside down the moment he'd died.

His death was made her haphazardly destroy Tetsusaiga. And her reckless and accidental actions had been what had made Sesshomaru destroy the village in a fit of rage. His move had been what had made her first feel a taste of true hatred; when she had seen the bloody corpses of the villagers...and their children. Thus this moment of anger and sadness had been what had motivated her to unleash her power on Sesshomaru...to humiliate him, to taunt him. In an effort to escape she had jumped into the well, he had destroyed it. She had made to her time; he had followed her through the centuries. She had resisted him in misery and he had dangled the lives of her family before him. He had trained her for an unknown purpose; she had felt her anger burning. Then he had taken her. He had forced her under his power enough, and after that...she had run away.

But a link was missing; why had he stolen her away that night? She had done nothing but touch on his nerves, as she did so often. Her punishment, however, was different. Kagome didn't even know if it was a punishment. There was no use denying that she had responded to him with as much passion as he had responded to her. Why then, had it happened?

Remembering the promise he had made to kill her mother, brother, and grandfather, should she resist, Kagome felt another wave of grief wash over her. She could only hope that he would see the senseless violence of murdering them when he had already lost her.

Poor Inuyasha...she had shamed his memory for the final time. There was nothing worse that she could have done to demonstrate her failure to him. Giving into Sesshomaru was the very lowest she could go.

Kagome curled father into the sheets while she cried. For a second, she thought of praying for her family, but thought better of it. Surely, with so much destruction and loathing, there could be no one that would hear her prayers, much less answer them.

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The worst is over. I know it was strange, but that's about as lemony as I get, snicket. Therefore, no need to worry about stuff happening in later chapters that's as involved as that was.