I am glad you guys liked it. I wasn't sure if you all would not like it to be so short. I think I will start writing a bit for it on this computer but I won't always update this soon.
If you missed last chapters update you should go back and reread it. I took out the note and replaced it with the chapter.
He woke up groggy. The last thing he remembered was settling down to make camp for the night. Against his will. Even now with disgust upon his heart he looked at the woman he once loved and thought of the woman he does. He knew that even now, by the purifying of the mark, she was lost to him. That she didn't believe in him anymore. Which gave him even more reason to let himself go.
He had wanted to make things work between him and her, but with the outcome it was not meant to be. Once again he would be bested by his enemy. Memories of his dream the night before plagued his mind. He watched over and over again as Sesshomaru made love to his Kagome. The way her back arched into him for more. The way she cried out and scratched at his back when it was particularly pleasurable. The way she would have been had it been him doing it before this animosity. It hurt, the images. He knew they were real and not something made up. He had seen Sesshomaru from a distance nuzzling her like a lover. Why should it not be true? Once again his brother would get the thing he wanted the most. And worst of all there was nothing he could possibly do about it.
"Kagome!" Shippo yelled running to reach Kagome. They had been gone for almost three days. He had missed her and was scared for her.
"Shippo!" She ran the rest of the way to meet her Kit. She nuzzled him and held him close taking in his sweet child like scent.
"I missed you, Kagome."
She laughed slightly. "And I you my darling. I suspect nothing of great importance happened while I was away?"
"No just the usual. Miroku being a lech and Sango getting mad. Where did you go? I thought you might not come back."
"Since when have I left and never came back to you?"
Shippo had the grace to look abashed and quickly excused himself to go play with the children before they left. Rin followed behind him racing to keep up.
Soon she looked around and saw that everything upon their arrival had been taken care of. She just had one more thing to take care of with Kaede.
"These old bones won't be of use much longer. I will have to begin searching for a new village priestess. I once thought of Kagome taking over and spending the rest of my days in retirement but when everything changed I let go." Kaede turned to stir the soup she had just cut a bundle of carrots into.
"Don't worry Kaede I am sure you will find someone to take over."
"Speaking of the devil. I think she has returned to us."
Sango and Miroku stood to leave. When they exited the seen Kagome looking a bit happier than before and Sesshomaru looking, if at all possible, smug.
Miroku smiled all knowingly and this time Sango didn't have the heart to hit him, because as she seen it he was for once, right.
"Kagome-sama it is nice to have you back after this……vacation." Miroku said all knowingly.
"If I might inquire when is it we shall depart from here?" Sango asked.
Kagome looked to Sesshomaru. Then she answered. "Soon. But for now I have to talk with Kaede. It will only be a short while but this is something I need to discuss with her……alone."
"As you wish, we are ready when you are. We will gather Shippo and Rin from the fields."
They left and Kagome watched Miroku's hand slip dangerously close to Sango's bottom. She barely got out the warning when Sango hit him and strode on as if nothing had happened.
She turned to enter the hut smelling the best scent of food that she had in the last couple of weeks. She was stopped abruptly by a hand on the waistband of her hakamas. Soon she felt an arm snake around her waist and pull her close to a hard chest. She felt the person place a small kiss near the juncture of where her neck met her shoulder. "Sesshomaru."
He did not stop. "Lord Sesshomaru."
He stopped and looked up. "I do not think it wise to do that right now. We are almost ready to leave and I have to talk to Kaede-sama before we leave."
He let go and when she turned to look at him he looked as if he hadn't moved since they arrived. She smiled at him a small smile and turned back to the small hut.
"Kaede?"
"What is it child?"
"I have to ask you something's."
She watched Kaede take out a small bowl and pour some of the soup she had been stirring into it before handing it to her. "Arigato Kaede-sama."
Kaede took a bowl for herself and sat across from Kagome with a thoughtful look upon her face. "I believe ye had a question to ask I."
"Yes." She said taking a small sip of her soup. But it was too hot so she set it aside for now. She scooted a little closer to the woman before asking. "I was wondering…is it possible for a priestess to put complete control over something without the knowledge of the one under the control?"
Kaede set her soup down thoughtfully. "I suppose it to be possible. Why Kagome do ye ask?"
Kagome looked thoughtful for a minute. Then decided to share with Kaede what had been on her mind since her meeting with Inuyasha. "Well I have a feeling that a priestess is controlling someone that used to be dear to me…."
"Inuyasha." Kaede interrupted.
"Yes Inuyasha."
"And the priestess be Kikyo."
"Yes."
"I have thought many an hour upon that meself. I believe it could be true." She paused momentarily. "I did hear of it once happening. A young priestess fell in love with a demon that didn't return her feelings. She asked an old priestess of a way to do it. The older priestess had refused at the time demanding as to why the child would associate herself with a demon as such but the young one refused to back down. Eventually the older woman took pity upon the girl and told her of one way. A way that had not been fully tested but a way none the less. The young priestess had demanded the older to tell her of it. The older woman did and the younger woman left without another word. It was said that some years later the same young woman had come back with a child and told the older miko of her life. She had put the spell upon the youkai but once she felt that it had been long enough she took it off only to find that the youkai did not love her. She only escaped barely hanging onto life. She died a few days later and the child grew to be a hanyou."
"Thank you Kaede. You have helped me a lot."
She gave the woman a hug and exited the hut. Her mind pondering this outcome.
If what she thought might be happening was happening she could find a way to fix it. No one deserved to be kept locked away without control of their surroundings. It was low, dirty, and something she would have come to expect of the person she had in mind. Just the question being. Was it true? She would find out one way or another. If it were true, would she return to the old way of things? No. No she wouldn't. Things were complicated then and they are now but right now things were beginning to make sense.
"You guys ready to leave?" She asked.
"Yes." Replied Miroku. "But if I might ask. Where are we going?"
Kagome did not know the answer to that so she looked to the person who would.
"I believe you were bent on setting out to destroy Naraku were you not?" She nodded knowing it was more of a rhetorical question. "Then we shall look to find him."
She nodded. "Right."
Miroku and Sango rode on Kirara, Kagome accompanied by Rin and Shippo rode on Ah-Un. Swiftly they set out into the afternoon going no direction in particular.
Why? Why do I let my body betray me to his touch? When did my captor, my master, become more than just my enemy? While he sits there so beautiful, so evil, when I enter his room and I wonder why my heart betrays my mind. I should hate him.
He walks over that knowing smirk upon his handsome face. He touches me. I submit in surrender to him. I let him perform his tasks upon my body. I once fantasized about leaving him, leaving this beautiful surrender. To be free, free like the wind I so rightfully control. But I knew in my heart I would not survive. I could not survive. Not without this sweet pleasure that courses through my body at the lightest of his voice, and ever harder at his touch. I watch in awe as once more he undresses for me and lays me upon his bed. I feel his light caresses upon my body. Tonight I knew it would be desirous. That he would not be so rough with me as he usually prefers his sexual relations. But tonight he would please me first. He would let me roam his beautiful body. He would let me be the lover. I would be allowed to discover his body in ways that most would ever dream. And in return he would please me. Again as I give up to this passion, I wonder why I ever thought of escape. Of escaping from this.
He kisses me lightly upon my neck. Tracing the juncture with his tongue. Arousing more than himself with it's coarse feel. I squirm under him more out of desire than the will to escape. Oh the feeling.
These feelings stir more than a memory inside me. Something of a vision. Of the past, maybe. But I put that aside and concentrated on him. I can feel his hands roaming my sides coming to rest upon my breast and then back down. He traces my nipples until they come to hard peaks. Yes tonight he would please me. I wonder in this hazy feeling of erotic sense when he will become bored with me and seek out another. But this always seemed so familiar. Which, in its entirety is why I could never say no. Even in my fear of the first time her had coaxed me to his bed it felt right to be with him. To allow this sin of lust to overtake out bodies. To make one intoxicated off the other and the other intoxicated off the one.
Then when I think this feeling could not get any better he penetrates my core. Thrust after thrust. Pleasing himself and me. He lifts my hips for a better thrusting point and I throw my head back while wave after wave of this sweet intoxication swims through my body. Oh god this feeling. I never want it to end. I wait and hope secretly inside that he will take me as more than a concubine. As more than the whore I am known for around here. It is hard to love someone and know they will never love you in return. But the hope is what keeps me going. The hope is what keeps me coming back. The hope that one day, he will love me as I love him is what keeps me from becoming free as the wind as I have been denied.
I hope you guys liked that. I will give the first person to tell me who two people in that last segment were, the next chapter early.
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