White Dogs: Perversity.
Rating: PG-13. R, to be safe for some parts.
Pairing: Sess/Kag
Song-fic:
Disclaimer: ::rolls eyes upward.:: Oh, that I were the one who had created Inuyasha that I had given life to Sesshoumaru. But alas, I cannot claim anything at all. For I was not the one to do the creating merely the one to envy the creator. Translation: I own..::checks stock:: two pieces of lint and a monkey. Nothing more. I wonder where the third piece of lint went to?…::we switch scenes to see a piece of lint, obviously the runaway one, having a snog-fest with a dust bunny.:: …!!!::pales:: I didn't want to know that bad!!
Summary: So, now Kagome knows the truth, and Sesshoumaru has told of other things… What will she do? There is still more she needs to know… And Shippou is lurking somewhere, Plotting, scheming I'm sure.
Genre: Everything left of the middle. But count on some comical relief. I can't write a good, complete uninterrupted angst-drama to save my sorry existence.
A.N.: Oi, sorry about the long wait. I've been focusing on my art rather then writing (Why? Because I hit one hell of a writers block. Erggg…). Then, when I was trying to type up this chapter…. Nothing came. I couldn't focus well enough to even type a decent sentence. So its all blah, crap, junk, trash, throw it out the bloody window and get rid of it. Now, about here, I decided to wait. I don't believe in forcing the story. No no, that's like force feeding a baby. They'll puke up what you've feed them and …its not pretty. So, I took so long because I was waiting for a kick in the head from inspiration. It took a freaking long time to come along, I'll tell you what. So, please no kill me? ::begs::
Plus the chapter is short because.. writer's block really sucks. Plus, I'm moving. Yes. I don't have enough time everyday to try and chisel away from my writer's block. So this is all I got till I get settled into my new house. But, on the side, I'll be working on the rest of the chapter.
I hope you all are willing to forgive me my lameness. ::bows and grovels::
See, I didn't even have time to find a quote for this chapter. Or a song… -.-;;;
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Perverse: Marked by a disposition to oppose and contradict. Resistance to guidance or discipline. Marked by immorality; deviation from what is good, right or proper.
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Chapter Twelve: Another World. Part A
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Stepping into the room was like walking into a museum of sorts, a small one surely. A four sided world of ancient treasures and modem baubles and trinkets. She felt a tingle dance up her spine and around in her gut. This little 'museum' fairly radiated odd powers. Her miko senses fizzled then kicked into overdrive.
One wall, the one she faced now, was clad in red silk- a charming background to the silver metal of battle regalia and war relics. Whatever small doubts she had had over 'Hitori's' identity were promptly blown from the water when her gaze was drawn to the twin blades that were crossed in the center of the red silk. In a heart beat's passing she immediately recognized the time worn hilt and the battle-nicked blade of the fang Tetsusaiga…
Her mind leaped on the implications of Sesshoumaru having the blade and she braced herself for the emotional assault. It came just as she suspected it would, sharp stinging needles piercing her insides like the splinters of shattered glass… For Sesshoumaru to have attained the fang, that could only mean that Inuyasha had … had…
She choked and turned away from the wall, away from the glaring metal of the blade and worn leather of the hilt and whatever it had meant for Inuyasha.
Sesshoumaru watched her reactions with the intense scrutiny he was so professional at. Watched the fleeting awe, the shock then the sickened horror…and was startled to find an answering pang of something odd within him at her clear distress. Such a pity that she'd immediately think the worst of what the fang on his wall meant but then he didn't suppose he could blame her really.
After all, he had been rather cruel to her and Inuyasha once upon a time. For him anyways. In lee of the new information on her, he gathered it had been only months or so ago for her. So what was five hundred years beyond for him was a fresh memory for her.
Humans were so quick to judge, he mused. But not this one, at least not usually. She had all the right in the world to run screaming from him, call him a bloody murdering bastard though it would have been incorrect. He wasn't a bastard…
Naetheless, she stood her ground, used those marvelous eyes to look at him in complete trust. Something that was simply mind boggling to him.
Talk about a guilt trip… ugh. Without a word she'd managed to make him regret ever trying to kill his half sibling, mongrel though he was. Or maybe it was just that he regretted trying to kill her.
Pressing the mental issues to the back burner, Sesshoumaru lowered himself to the soft confines of his chair and prepped himself to give her the facts and tell her the brutal truth. He quickly sketched out his speech; he would be brief, honest and precise. She needed to know. Hell, he needed to tell her. It was driving him mad with the need to tell her.
Because for some odd reason, he didn't want her to jump to the wrong conclusions and …god forbid, hate him. It just didn't sit well with him, made something in his chest squeeze and quicken. It wasn't pleasant and he had no desire to experience said feeling more then necessary.
He cleared his throat quietly, calling her wavering gaze to him, then he pointed to the chair (so conveniently placed across from him) as a place to park her bum so he could lay it to her strait and not have her falling down in shock. She complied, trembling a little but remarkably calm. What less could he expect? Brave lass.
"No. I did not kill Inuyasha and take the sword, if that's what running through your mind. But yes, Inuyasha could be considered dead."
Sparing her a probing glance he was thusly intrigued to find that her eyes had gone flinty with raw ache, yet she shed no tears. Something of determination shone out at him under that concrete gaze and he found his respect for this contradicting creature before him rise a notch. Or several.
"To me, the details are rather dim. At the time I was hardly interested in what that mutt was up too and I preferred to keep to my own business. However, I learned from ..sources that you'd vanished, seemingly without even the cliched trace. Afterwards, so did Inuyasha, though I later found the Tetsusaiga. I had assumed he'd taken the undead miko's hand and had gone to hell with her. I didn't care to find out. I had what Id wanted, he had what he wanted…"
His voice trailed off as he leaned forward towards her, noting the way her pale fragile hands were turning white as she fisted them in her lap over the red material of his shirt. Below that the pale flesh of her lean legs.
And he'd wager she was flexing her toes just as viscously as she was her fingers. He looked up into her eyes and waited for her to focus on him once more.
The fragile, shaking creature before him seemed to straighten and the concrete of her eyes settled to a cool steel hue as she looked at him, jaw unclenching and clenching every few moments.
"I have to go back then." Her words were soft and as clear as a chime brushing against a shifting zephyr.
Startled, his eyes flicked over her features, finding the signs of a decision made in her eyes and the set of her jaw. The odd green gold orbs shifted down to her hands to find them fisted with her determination, her knuckles nearly bleached.
"Well, aren't you a surprising little human hmm?" Sesshoumaru leaned back, feeling the leather back of the chair press against his back offering a small amount of support as he relaxed. His eyes though, remained trained on her, none of the small amount of amusement present in his gaze as there had been in his voice. The oddly hued eyes were slowly lightening to a pure honeyed gold.
Kagome was struck into a stupor as she watched his pale blonde hair loose the scanty gold shade and shift into silver-white. The spiked gold melted into liquid silver and grew into a waterfall over his shoulders, growing back to the length that would soon reach the back of his calves.
Faintly at first, but slowly gaining color, the crescent moon became more than a memory on his pale brow, the deep maroon streaks blazing onto his cheekbones.
Where the young Hitori had been perched before there was now the ancient Taiyoukai of the western lands in all his pale, ethereal glory.
A face that was so clearly Sesshoumaru's, silk soft silver bangs brushing down over his forehead and framing the symbol of his status, the lithe, deadly body, and the quietly overbearing arrogance in his features, as well as the youki she could now sense most clearly…everything.
He was all there. And yet, there was something missing in his molten gaze. His loathing for humans was not as prominent as it had been to her the last time she'd seen him. He was a tad more expressive.
A part of her realized in awe, that time had done what nothing else could have. Time had eroded this magnificent beings hatred… had changed him and smoothed away any rough edges. The evidence of them still remained, but just barely.
Now more then anything, the youkai before her looked world weary and tired. In place of boredom was an offbeat amusement. Arrogance.. oh the arrogance still held firm in him, but it was tempered by a sense of mortality.
Mortality? What had life done to him…to make him something like human? Kagome regarded the youkai before her, eyes not their brittle hue any more, but a soft silver-gray. Five hundred years had taken Sesshoumaru and done something to him.
The real question was, what that 'Something' had been.
END CHAPTER.
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