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MEANING OF FLOWERS ARE NOT MINE EITHER!
Chapter 7 : Doffodil Narcissus
Underneath the sparkling lights known as stars stood a humongous castle. Nothing could be compared to the beauty said castle held, it was built on top of a mountain, protected by the civilization under it, where the youkai armies reside.
In that particular castle, all were deep in their slumber, all except for one. Surrounded by mountains of books, he was skimming through pages, searching for a particular knowledge. He raked his brains for answer, answer for the question that occupied his mind. 'Damn her, damn the well, damn the books... DAMN everything!' he cursed, placing the books aside to clear his mind.
He rubbed circles on his temples, the action calmed him slightly.
Suddenly, a smell wafted into his sensitive nose. His eyebrows knitted together, what was this scent? His mind told him to retrieve the owner of this sweet yet coppery...coppery? Nothing smelled coppery, not unless...
It was blood.
His fur bristled, the scent was strangely familiar, it tickled his nose, raising the level of the discomfort in him. Who or what possessed this unusually alluring smell? This sweet and heavenly cherry blossom mingled with copper... Wait, cherry blossom...? That could only be one person. He growled deep in his throat, grabbing his katana from the desk, he flew out of the window. How could this be? She had said that she would return in seven days, it had just been five, and what caused such huge quantity of blood?
A murderous gleam flashed in his eyes, he would make sure to put the person through years of hell, reviving him before he slay him over and over again...if she were to die.
Clearing the thoughts out of his mind, he focused on his destination. Wait... she was in Eastern Lands? With a few chosen words, he forced himself to fly faster. She was terrified, and he had never smelt such fear from her before.
With a burst of speed, he spotted her, lying in a clearing, in the brink of death. He growled low, gently maneuvering her into his embrace, he observed the injured elbow, 'Drill holes... Shin No Kouba.' his aura held a killing intent, how dare that fox, especially after he had indicated his interest. He felt him approaching in a speed that could match to his, stopping a few feet before him, panting for breath with a burned chest, without doubt from her Miko powers.
"What is the meaning of this fox?" he scowled, holding up the bloodied arm.
Youko went rigid, biting the bottom of his lips, "Return her back, I'll heal her." he took a few steps forward, only to freeze when what screamed of murder flickered in his irises.
"I don't think so fox." he fixed his icy stare on her, "You have broke the pact of courtship, no longer are you allowed to be near her..." the corner of his lip kicked up in a smirk for a brief second, "You know the consequences fox." he stated monotonously.
Youko glared at him sharply, "It's simply a misunderstanding, I will fix it." he glowered, taking another step forward, only to receive another menacing glare.
He gently stoked her hair, "She's none of your concern, you have no right to tend to her."
Youko's growled back fiercely, there was no way he would take her away when he just revealed the truth moments ago, not when he had realized that he harbor feelings towards her, feelings that did not involve lust, rather, it include care. Yes, that much he would admit, he cared for her, even though he was still unable to identify the other emotions.
Yet he did not step forward, for he knew the truth in his words, "What are you doing in Eastern Lands? Did you stalk her so that you could take her when I made a mistake?" Youko narrowed his eyes at him.
He knitted his eyebrows together, yes, how did he smell her all the way from the Western Lands? Now that the thought entered his mind, it did not make sense. No matter how sharp his nose might be, there was no way he could identify her blood from hundred miles away, nor was there any way he could fly here in speed that he did not possess, for it normally would take him half a day journey from his home to reach here.
There was only one conclusion, "Her blood... it calls to me." he murmured to himself in disbelieve.
Getting onto his feet, he cradled her, "This is it fox, farewell." with that, he leapt off with her in his arms. Youko stood, dumbfounded, 'The call of blood...?' now, that was something he never heard before. Screw that thought, he had other matter to worry, like how was he supposed to explain this to Kuronue and how to get her back. He cursed himself over and over again, what should he do? Or rather, what could he do?
Turning his body to the direction of his home, he bit the bottom of his lips, a frown furrowed his silver brows, for the first in his lifetime, he regretted what he did, he truly regretted it.
# Meanwhile #
He had brought her to a nearby spring. Tearing the sleeves of his haori, he tenderly cleaned the blood off her arm before he unsheathed his katana, one which radiated under the moonlight. He pressed the blade onto the wounds, letting the power of the katana heal the injuries. A glimpse of satisfaction flashed past his eyes when the wounds were fully healed by the time he removed the blade from her elbow.
Leaning against a tree trunk, he carefully placed her in between his legs, her head on his chest. Blanketing her with his tail, soon his eyelid fluttered close, going into the state of half consciousness. He would never risk being attacked during his slumber, nor would he risk being seen by her, it was not time...yet.
# The Next Day #
It was some time after dawn, when the sun had just risen from the East, giving the earth an orange glow. The birds, who seemed to have waken from their rest, got out of their nest, singing a soft good morning to all that resided near.
In the arms of a certain youkai, Kagome stirred, feeling the warmness of her 'bed', she snuggled deeper. She purred when it stroked her hair so affectionately. She felt so right, so warm and safe in this 'bed'.
Was a bed able to stroke hairs?
She skipped a heartbeat, her eyes snapping open before she lifted her head, or attempted to, for a large hand never allowed it. The hand gently pushed her head into a chest before it started stroking her raven tresses again. Kagome's cheeks warmed, it was her mystery protector! 'Had he been holding me like this all the time?' she blushed, before another thought arise.
'Why am I out here?'
As though those were the password to her mind, memories came flashing back, when she returned early, invited to the Eastern palace, having fun, then ...
Tears brimmed up her eyes, burying herself deep in his chest, she sobbed. Again, just when she thought she could move on, she was betrayed, and here she thought that he harbor some feelings for her, anything, might it be love or just simply care, they could start from there.
How naive she was.
"Why...? I thought he cared... why did he do this to me?" she gripped his haori tight, not bothering about the fact that he was a total stranger to her. What was with her and shedding tears? It was all she did these weeks, when would it stop? She had had enough!
He rubbed circles on her back, what could he do? He could not offer words to comfort her, it was just not him. Besides, he could not reveal himself, it was not the time yet. She cried, throughout the day she cried, cried for the torture she felt, cried for the heart that could not seem to mend, and last of all, she cried for the unfairness of life.
It was near noon when her cry softened into sniffles, and she put an end to it. Muttering a small gratitude, her cheeks glowed red again, 'KAMI-SAMA! I had actually wailed like a kid in front of him!' she nestled herself deeper into him, smiling shyly in content. "So... Can I see you?" she asked quietly, he was so warm and muscular, that she could feel from his chest, 'well, I guess all youkais have body like that.' she mused.
He took her slender hand and grazed on it, being extra careful with his claw. He wrote on her palm,
Not yet
Giving a disappointed "oh" Kagome pulled her hand back, still feeling the tingling on her hand. His claw had felt so sharp, long and deadly. She was positive that it could kill with a flick, and had done it numerous times.
She heard a tear of fabric, and before she could fathom what occurred, she was being blindfolded. Cautiously, he guided her to stand, "Nani?" she grasped his hand in a vice-like grip, not used to being blinded. He smirked and began to lead her away, lifting her over obstacles like boulders, earning pink blushes on her cheeks. Finally, they reached their original destination, he untied the blindfold before he sprung up to a branch, all done in a flash, it was no wonder, he was after all, one of the swiftest youkai in Japan.
"A hot spring!" he heard her gasped. Yes, he had escorted her to a hot spring to wash the pungent stench of that Kitsune. He eyed the kimono, that got to change too, it stank of blood and sweat. He wondered, how did she manage to run with that?
Leaving her to her privacy, he leapt from tree to tree to get a new kimono for her and perhaps, some food.
# Soon After #
Kagome stared at the photos in her hand, these were the only thing she possessed, this, the Shikon no kakera, her pendant, and nothing else, not even her backpack. She sighed, tracing the outline of Youko's face, why...? Till now she was unable to understand, they were so great in the evening, what caused the 180 degrees changes?
PLOP!
'Huh?' Adverting her head back, she saw two bundles, one was made out of cloth while the other was leaves. Using an arm to cover her nudity, she approached the bundles on the bank. She did not mind him seeing her nude, she trusted him not to act like Miroku, he never took advantage during her weakness, so why must he now? At the memories of that lecherous monk, she giggled, wondering what he was doing now.
Pulling the ties, she unwrapped the goods with a hand. She smiled genuinely at the items, it was a kimono and three onigiris. (is there any plural for onigiri: P) Taking one, she muttered a "itadakimasu" before slowly eating it, savoring the salty taste of the umeboshi. (Japanese pickled plum) Licking her lips in delight, she got ashore and put on her new kimono, barely noticing the way it clung to her wet skin for she was too busy with her onigiris.
He sat on one of the branches in a composed manner, watching the maiden helped herself with the food from the corner of his eyes. He smirked as he imagined a certain Kitsune's expression now, although he never believed that the Kitsune had did it on purpose, he was secretly glad that the only competition was being kicked out for some misunderstanding, now he could calmly solve all the mysteries behind her.
That brought him to the next question, how was it possible that he smelt her from miles away and got to her in such a short period? It was as though... as though he was being summoned by her blood. Being summoned... he squinted his eyes towards the Miko, he did not like the thought of being 'summoned' like a pet. 'Not again...' he rubbed his forehead, again he was stuck in the mystery of the Miko. What was so special about her? Why was he always thinking about her? If he was anyone else, he would have tugged on all his hair till there was nothing left, all to escape from the frustrations, but unfortunately, he was not someone else.
Taking one last bite on the remaining onigiri, Kagome stood up, "Ano... Blue Rose-san?" she called with slightest bit of hesitation, "Where...ano...where should I go now?" scanning the area, all she saw was foliage, foliage and foliage... In other words, all she saw was green, green and green.
Allowing a small smile to creep up his lips, he jumped out of his 'hiding place' with grace of a feline. He placed his palms on her cheeks from behind. She stood still, her heartbeat speeding up at the contact. He tilted her head to face the west before he concealed himself from her. Kagome smiled brightly, turning her whole body to the direction of west, she was exhilarated, she no longer fear that harm would befall her, for she had a protector who she had put her faith in.
Till the night she walked, it would be the new moon tomorrow, she sighed, leaning her back against a tree trunk, trying to make herself as comfortable as she could. She could sense Blue Rose-san near, his presence made her felt at ease. Gazing up the glimmering stars, she wondered, 'Will Blue Rose-san attack him if he know his time of weakness?' smiling, she banished the thought, 'Of course he wouldn't, I'm positive that he had way more honor.' Hugging her knees tight to her chest, she dozed off to dreamland soon after.
# The Next Day #
Awakening to the morning sun, she blinked in confusion. 'How...?' she took in her surroundings. No mistake, she was in Inuyasha Forest, under the Goshinboku, where Daffodil Narcissus had started blooming in the call of spring. A white haori was draped over her body, a silken white haori with blue waves embroidered on its lower part of sleeves and the left shoulder. In addition, she spotted a blue rose lying beside her, she clutched it to her chest before placing it behind her ear.
'He was so sweet...' she wore the haori which was too big for her small frame. He had provided her with so many things whereas she did nothing for him, the thought did not sit well with her. Prompting to give him a present, she checked herself.
'Hmmm... all I have now is the Shikon no kakera, the photos and...' she held up the pendant. It was a flower stone, one which she found during their journey. It was shaped like three Shikon no kakera linked at the end, one who did not possess spiritual energy might thought that it was indeed the kakera.
Then she spotted the field of Daffodil Narcissus, they were bulb perennial plants that bloom once a season, they have petals that could make the sun burn in envy. She went over and selected the full-bloomed one, blushing in the process.
Resting the pendant on it, she settled it beneath the tree. Giggling about, she skipped to the direction of the spring.
After she left, he landed from the tree where he perched himself. Bending down, he grasped the flower, keeping the pendant in his haori, he gazed at the flower with eyes of longing. If only she knew...
He could never be an angel,
For he was a demon.
TBC...
Sorry for the short chapter, hehe, but it was kinda sweet right? PROMISE OF LONGER CHAPTER 8: ) Thanks to all reviewers, I REALLY, TRULY, GENUINELY etc... appreciate it : P
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