TRIGGER WARNING may trigger has mentions of Barron (infertility). this story will mention this alot in the coming chapters. if this will not trigger please continue reading
Warm breath tickled her neck as awareness pulled her from her sleep. A claw tipped hand rested against her stomach, fingers splayed out. Her tears welled up once more before she fought them back down. The warmth of the body holding her from behind brought both comfort and agony. When was the last time she was held so gently? She couldn't remember. The being behind her began to stir as it felt the shake of her trembling body. The clawed hand pulled her tighter against his being, before gently releasing her. She sat up slowly following him up. Both looked at each other wondering about the other. She for one hoped his conscious mind would saty. Though soon after she rose from the pallet she saw his eyes begin to glaze over before his body stiffly laid back down. He never blinked, only stayed at the door that led to his private garden. Knowing she should eat, even though he himself would not, Kagome made her way down the hall. She had not a clue as to where she was heading but knew she would find a servant along the way. Upon finding a young demoness dusting some pottery, she quietly asked to be shown the kitchens. The young demness looked to be shocked momentarily before leading her the correct way. She assumed it was probably from the scent of her Lord being all over her that startled the demon. Shrugging it off, she gathered some food, including raw meat for sesshomaru. She hoped to get him to eat something today, even just a little.
When she returned to the room he was as she left him. He continued to stare out into nothing, she set the wood tray filled with an array of food on the table before walking over to the doors to the gardens, sliding one open just enough to be able to look out peacefully, yet still keep some of the warmth of the home in. Though she walked to the now burnt out fireplace to remake a fire. It would do her no good to fall ill in the crisp fall breeze. Once satisfied with the flame she helped Sesshomaru seat himself against the wall by the garden's door. He never looked at her, and his movements were stiff, or would drowsy be a better way to put it? She then grabbed her tray of food, placed the tray beside him before crawling into his lap once more, though this time she faced him. Picking up a small chopped piece of red raw meat she gently pressed it to his lips. His mouth never budged. As she encouraged him to eat he snarled in return, refusing the one thing that would keep him living. She did not, however, let this deter her. With one hand she pressed his hollow cheeks together, causing the inside to press dangerously against his sharp canines. His snarl only allowed her more power to push the fragile skin further between his teeth, effectively forcing his mouth open. A clawed hand gripped her wrist, the pain shooting up her arm. Making quick work of the meat she pushed it between his cracked lips, her hand releasing his jaw. He was about to spit it out but the overwhelming power she drew upon burned him into submission. That is when she truly knew how close to death he was. She could now out power him.
Watching his eyes alight with fire for forcing food upon him gave her the courage to hold out another peace, he turned his head to deny the food only to have her nails digging into his skin once more, the reiki burning him into submission as she force fed him peace by peace. She thought back to how she managed to eat herself, back when she couldn't rise from her own bedroll back home. Was it akin to this? Did Shippo have to force her this hard?
The scream that tore through her throat startled the demon before her, his dull eyes lighting up momentarily upon finally feeling the heart wrenching pain wafting of her. She tried to real it, trying not to remember the feeling of burying yet another of her unborn children. But it wouldn't stop. She was drowning struggling for air as she fell away from him. The look of fear crossing his own features as her powers began to lash out erratically. The flashing memories, of abusive clawed hands, harsh words and mental thoughts of self harm. She wanted it gone, she was broken, she wasn't okay. But neither was the demon before her. Blurry vision looked for the demon, arms thrashing the air to grasp hold of the cold piller she was now clinging to like her own lifeline. She felt him tense as she curled into him. Her power was fleeting as she calmed down in his embrace. She could tell he was looking at her, finally seeing another broken being much like himself. Though she didn't care enough to try and hide it. His door slammed open as guards rushed in assuming there had been a threat to his person. She wondered mildly as she lost consciousness what their faces looked like, upon seeing their lord holding a human miko.
Waking up held by Sesshomaru seemed to be a recurring thing for her since arriving. She was unsure what happened after she black out, though judging upon her surroundings it would seem nothing happened. She was still lying between his legs, his one arm casually wrapped around her while his other draped over a knee. He seemed to be looking about the Garden, his eyes taking in the scenery. This was a step up from unseeing, at least she thought. She would have to ask Rin. Leaning back more solidly against his chest she heard a rumbling noise before his chest began to vibrate. It was a low growl, the sound soothing the ache in her heart almost as much as the vibration lulled her. Reaching for his striped wrist, she followed the line with gentle fingers, she dared only following up his wrist and forearm before dragging feather light touches back down. Her mind was not consciously thinking about the liberty she was taking with his person so much as the comfort the mindless task brought.
A week went by quickly, her days consisting of lounging about Sesshomaru's room, bathing in the hot spring, as well as struggling to force feed a piece of meat or two into the Lord of the West's mouth. Living at the palace was wonderful, she knew had it been several years pryer she would have been overjoyed with all the luxuries that came from such fine things. Now she just went with the motion of each day, knowing that to save Sesshomaru would keep Rin from heart ache. The one thing that seemed to hurt her most here, was Sesshomaru's fascination with her stomach, her lower stomach. Every chance the demon got, he would have a hand there. The little of his demonic energy he held focused solely on her stomach. As far as Kagome knew he had no idea how much pain the action caused her. The need she had to pull away from him at that time, but he always held her strong.
It wasn't until the second week of her being at the palace that he spoke. She had been struggling to free herself from his grasp, the soothing motion of his hand rubbing gently circles upon her stomach too much for her to handle.
"Why! Why do you always have to touch my stomach, can't you see it kills me." She had finally gotten away from the demon Lord grasp. Her eyes stinging with the burning sensation of her tears as she curled in on herself upon the floor of his bedchamber. She was shocked out of her mind when the Lord knelt before her, a reassuring hand rubbing her back.
"It call's to me." It was a short sentence but the weight of it hit her like a sack of bricks. Whatever connection drew them together was fated. She was fated to help him through the misery of losing his soulbond. She brought him over the loss of multiple pups.
He had not spoken much to her since that day, though she could tell he tried not to touch her stomach nearly as much. His awareness throughout the day had been growing, even now as they bathed together, a ritual that happened weekly now. They groomed each other, so much different then pryor when he would stare into space while she cleaned them both. There was no sexual, or heated moments. Only the comfort of the presence of someone who seemed to understand. The warmth the water brought, relaxing nerves always tense from stress.
"Mmm Sesshomaru sama?" She inquired that evening as they bathed.
"Hn." Her eyes widened upon hearing a response, the once solem devoid Lord slowly becoming more aware.
"Ah, I was curious. Could I confide in you, would you listen to my story?" She was nervous, her hand shaking and laying the bar of soap back upon the tray near the far end of the hot pool. His golden gaze, not vibrant but focused on her. His gaze never strayed from her own, the respect each other had for one another, a self assurance she never knew she needed until that moment.
"Hn." Was his only response, she smiled meekly before leaving the pool to dry and dress. Though instead of returning to his bedchamber much to his confusion, as they never strayed far from it. She instead led him to a warm seating area within his library. The calming smell of parchment and burnt wood from the crackling fire filled her senses and eased her tension.
She gazed upon him as he settled upon some pillows before the fire, her own body drawing to his as she took her place against his chest. She watched as his fingers flexed from the want to touch her stomach, but knowly stayed put upon his knee. She could feel not only the warmth of his breath but the side closest to the fireplace heated her left side, the orange hues coloring half their features.
"I-I " she struggled to start. The rumbling growl that vibrated through her core began to rumble. Instinctually she relaxed, letting out a deep breath before trying once more.
"I'm barron." she sobbed out, her voice cracking at the end. She felt the demon behind her tense before she was enveloped in a bone crushing embrace. As the tears fell, she heard him whisper in her ear, his breath fanning down the side of her neck.
"Her name was Aiya." Her own blues widend as her own gripp upon him tightened. Her name was Aiya….Beautiful
