Chapter Seven

Note: I am answering some of the reviews comments. This is going to be a (giving away what gunna happen in this chapter) Kikyo, Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru sex triangle. Now from this one review I got I must say this. I can not put Inuyasha and Kikyo back together. As much as I would like to this is a true story. I wish I could change the past for your enjoyment, but I can't. I warned you all this is going to have a sad ending. That's why I put romantic/tragedy. A lot of you I know won't like the ending, but it's true. If this is too hard for you stop reading now because it's just gunna get far worst in the last chapter. Oh and to tell people who read every story I make I usually write on days that I don't have homework. So that would be Wednesday and Friday-Sunday. I don't usually write on Mondays, but have nothing else to do.

I let out dull whimper of pain. I was resting beneath a tree. My face was cast down, so that no one could see me in the eyes, but that was not needed. Sesshoumaru had found me. I didn't want him to see me like this. I didn't want him to see me venerable and naked.

Each shuffling step that brought him closer to me I screamed more eloquently than a thousand cries in the darkness of the night. I was hurting. I was so desperate for even the littlest acceptance. "That better not be you, Inuyasha."

Without another word, he stood and went to me. I stiffened as he drew nearer to me; I was used to being scorned and abuse by Inuyasha in the past. Wounded, beaten, mocked and ridiculed. I hated my life. Why did I trust him to be any different? I felt worse than when I was alone before I met him.

"You stupid Hanyou! You bastard! Half-breed!"

"Kikyo are you all right?" Sesshoumaru held my face in his hands. He was so gentle and soft.

"He did it again to me, Sesshoumaru. He beat me and tried to use me." He stared at me and then held me close to his heart as I sobbed into his shoulder. His heart beat was very soothing. I was so desperate for any kind of affection. I didn't care if I had cheated on Inuyasha anymore. All I cared about was us. There was no resistance when I raised my head to cover his mouth with my own.

I could tell he didn't care either. He didn't care what I did as long as it didn't cause me anymore pain. He wanted me to be happy. I wanted him to be happy. But most of all I wanted him. In the stillness of the moonlit night, I began to undressed him. His silver hair caressed each sinuous curve and hollow of his form, and my hands had run slowly across his chest, slipping down to brush across his hips.

No mortal could hope to rival the magnificent creature which had stood proudly before me. Truly he was the real perfection that others claimed I possessed. He trembled, afraid of what he was unfamiliar with.

Touch. I could tell that Sesshoumaru had never been touched this way. I don't think he'd ever been with a girl. He worked alone and kept to himself, but I could tell he was lonely and starved for as much love as I was.

Besides his mother, no one had touched him in such a gentle and intimate way. He didn't even remember his mother. She died when he was very young. That made me want to comfort him more, to make up for all the lost affection he greatly deserved.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Kikyo?" Inuyasha was sent out of my mind.

Again, he trembled. The next time I stole his mouth, I allowed him to explore mine. Tentative, his tongue had danced on the verge of entering, still afraid that even at this point, I would have rejected him. He shouldn't fear me.

I laid him down upon the ground of his discarded clothing and pressed closer to him, it brought my bare flesh into contact with his own. I quivered.

Firm and warmth, he seemed to burn me where we met. Pulling my head away to gather breath, I lowered my head to play along his neck. A groan mingled with a sigh I gave as he slipped himself inside of me. This time I am the one to own some one.

"Sesshoumaru, I love you." He looked deep into my eyes and smiled. He was so darling when he smiled. A soft and cooling, breeze had brought the perfume of my tears to him. Never ceasing in his languorous rhythm, he lifted my head and lapped them up as they fell. They were my gift to him, in return for the one he had yet to given to me.

So tiny and inadequate, his claws had scored my back when I felt his release shatter through me. My own soon followed, I gave him...

Release.

He gathered me up into his arms and there I felt safe, not a care in the world. Oh how this was my most terrible mistake I had made in my life. In the dark shadows in the trees was Inuyasha, watching every move we made. He pissed beyond compare to what he had shown me. He scowled.

"You are not going to get away with this Sesshoumaru. And Kikyo, you will not live to regret this." He slid through the trees back into the village to plot his most sinister plan he had ever conjured in his whole life.