Notish things:

1: Yes, my friend is better, and that means I'M BAAACCCKKKK! (Can't you just imagine the guy from The Shining, or Chucky or someone saying that just then? It's creepy.)

2: This is the only time when I can say I do not own. Other than this one time, and all of the other times I have to say it, I own all of you. BUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Mass ownage!

3: Not many notes this time, it's kinda depressing.

4: This chapter gets kinda mature near the middle, nothing to explicit, just Sesshoumaru being perverted. If you don't like it, don't read it.


Take This To Your Grave

CHAPTER FOUR

The courtyard was abandoned as Kagome entered it, the midday sun high in the sky on the fifth day before she was to marry Sesshoumaru. It was clear that each of them were already feeling the pressure. Just that morning, after breakfast, he had snapped at her for breathing too loudly And she had retaliated by commenting on how annoying the way he turned the pages of his book was. Finally she felt as if she would snap if she didn't get a moment to herself, and had fled the castle, just as she had the night before.

Stretching her arms far above her head, Kagome concentrated as hard as she could, until she could feel the limbs stretching far beyond their usual capacity. Onyx fur grew from every part of her body, and her clothed disappeared. Soon, there was a large black dog, standing where the princess had just moments before, so large that the princess' head would just barley have brushed its underbelly. This was not as large as it could grow, but if she had grown to her normal size, she wouldn't have enough room for the romp around the court yard she desperately needed.

With an echoing bark, the large dog bounded around on the soft grass, rolling around like a pup, letting out a little yip of joy. Before she could get too far into it, the princess caught a whiff of something oddly familiar, though she couldn't remember where she had smelled it before. Getting up again, Kagome rose her head to the wind, trying to detect where the odd scent was coming from.

It seemed to be coming from the forest. And, sure enough, just as Kagome was about to go investigate, a large wolf strode out of the shadows, just a bit bigger than herself, followed by several, smaller ones. She immediately recognized him as Kouga, Prince of the East. With a howl of joy, the dusky brown wolf and the raven black dog threw themselves at each other, licking their faces and whimpering in their excitement. She hadn't seen Kouga since she was fourteen, when she had held a hopeless crush on him, and him on her.

But those times had past, and now the only thing left of their very short relationship was that Kouga still called Kagome 'my woman' which she didn't mind at all, in fact, she thought it was kind of cute. She transformed back first, then he did, and they embraced properly. He stood almost as tall as Sesshoumaru, but not as powerfully built. His tanned limbs were strong and lithe, his long black hair pulled back into a high ponytail, away from his pointed ears, tiny fangs poked over his lips thin lips, and his eyes were a cool cobalt blue. "Oh, Kouga! It's so good to see you! What are you doing here?"

"Just came to see if that dog was treating you right. And besides, how could I miss my only woman's bonding ceremony?" She giggled at the tone of his voice and embraced him again, a few of the other wolves moving up to greet Kagome as well.


From the shadows of the castle entrance, Sesshoumaru fumed. His sun kissed eyes narrowed as he watched Kagome, his future mate, hug that wolf, as he herd him call her his woman. No matter how much he hated it, she was his, damnit, his. This wolf would die for daring to touch what was his. Stepping out of the shadows, he let a feral growl escape his lips, and his vision went red. All eyes were upon him as his fangs elongated, his ears grew, and his limbs stretched and he transformed into a massive white dog, larger than Kagome, or even Kouga could ever hope to be. His eyes scanned the world at his feet, focusing on one figure in particular, that damn wolf. His thoughts were as follows…

Wolf touched mate. Wolf must die. Will protect mate. Mate is mine.

Sesshoumaru raised a paw to crush the wolf when he jumped out of the way, transforming into the dark brown wolf once again. Kagome, too, transformed, launching herself onto Sesshoumaru and latching onto one of his ears in an attempt to subdue him. Kouga was on the defensive, waiting to see if an attack was needed, but the rest of his pack had scattered. With a yelp, Sesshoumaru threw Kagome off of him and launched himself at the wolf, who promptly fell to the ground, howling in anger and pain.

As attacking him obviously wasn't working, Kagome decided to try a totally different approach. She threw herself in front of Kouga, crouching low on the ground and exposing her neck to Sesshoumaru in the classic sign on submission. This was a last resort for Kagome. She knew Kouga wouldn't last in a battle with Sesshoumaru in his bloodlust state. Submitting to a male ment admitting he had dominance over her, which was something she had never wanted to do. But if it was a choice between Kouga's life, and her dominance, she would choose Kouga's life.

The act seemed to soothe the beast that was currently Sesshoumaru, and, throwing one last glance at the panting wolf, he lowered his jaws to his 'mate's neck and picked her up, gently, as a mother would her pup. He walked away, Kagome hanging limply from his jaws, and into the murk depths of the forest. Once out of sight of the castle, Sesshoumaru transformed back, as did Kagome, so that he was carrying her caviler style. She could tell by the redness of his eyes that he had yet to come out of his bloodlust state, and thought it best not to move, and to just let him carry her wherever he pleased. He would just drop her when he woke up anyway.

He apparently found what he was looking for, because he stopped. Daring to look around, Kagome saw that they were in a clearing, not to large, and completely hidden by the lush canopy above their heads. Sesshoumaru placed her gently to the ground and went down with her, snuffling her clothes for any sign of Kouga's scent. He growled when he found it, and tore away the piece of clothing that bared it, making her gasp. The left half of her kimono was gone, leaving part of her stomach and breast exposed to the youkai.

When she tried to cover it up, he gave a possessive growl and patted her hands away, nuzzling the patch of bare skin with his nose, and not liking the fact that the wolf's scent still lingered there. Kagome was in shock. She had never seen Sesshoumaru like this before, treating her like she really was going to be his mate, and not just some whore his parents were forcing him to marry. She gasped when his rough, warm tongue slipped out of his mouth, and licked the exposed skin, covering it with his scent. With a growl of satisfaction, Sesshoumaru moved to her right breast, signifying his displeasure at the mangy wolf's scent being strongest there.

As he had before, he tore away the fabric with one swipe of his claws, bending to suckle and lick the appendage until it, too, bared his scent. By this time, Kagome was panting, unwillingly responding to the attention to her breast. She knew Sesshoumaru would most likely murder her when he came to, but it was worth having him like this for a little while. She never knew Sesshoumaru's beast would be like this; so concerned that everyone knew she belonged to him, that she would carry his scent and his alone. But, then again, that could just be his possessiveness shining through. He had always been like that, defending what was his no matter what it took, which is one of the reasons why all of the women in the castle thought he would be the perfect mate.

His licks and kisses moved downward, ripping the fabric as he went, to the point where he dipped his tongue into her belly button. Kagome gasped and arched up into his mouth, earning a pleased noise from Sesshoumaru. Her torso was now completely bare as he moved back up, sending little shocks up her body as he did so. She wanted to stop him. Wanted to, but found that she couldn't. It was either let him do as he pleased while he was like this, or try to stop him and get torn to pieces. It was hard to believe that this feral, caring, possessive beast was the same Sesshoumaru who was arguing with her over the color of the drapes earlier that morning.

His mouth was now at her shoulder, suckling the place where he would place his mark, once they were mated, of course. It was then that she noticed just how much larger than her he truly was. His knees were on either side of her legs, pinning them together, and his body hovered over her, allowing him complete access to any part of her that he wished. His hands ever over hers, the long fingers able to completely encase hers and then some. They were at eyelevel now, Sesshoumaru's red eyes penetrating her cerulean blue ones.

With a gasp of surprise, Kagome saw the red melting away, giving way to his normal golden yellow. He was coming to, she thought, fear flooding through her, wondering what he would think if he came to and she was beneath him, nearly naked. His head gave a little shake, and the demon looked down at Kagome with something between anger and confusion. The expression changed ever so slightly as his eyes grazed her body, then back up to meet her frightened gaze. With a look of disgust, Sesshoumaru pushed himself off of her.

"Put this on. I don't want an explanation as to why we were in such a position. I don't want to see you for the rest of the day, do I make myself clear?" Sesshoumaru asked, throwing her his haori. Kagome nodded silently and slipped it on, but it was so large that it slipped off her shoulders, the bottom part at her knees, ad the sleeves consumed her arms, trailing the ground. Sesshoumaru had left the clearing, not caring how suspicious he would look if he had gone into the forest with Kagome, and left bare-chested, with Kagome wearing his clothes.

Kagome followed soon after, only to accosted by a very worried Kouga. He took it upon himself to comment on the fact that he was going to 'rip that dog apart' on her behalf, and growled at the fact that she was wearing his clothes. Kagome smiled to herself. It was nice to have someone who cared this much for her in their right minds, and not just when they were out of it.


Sesshoumaru was furious. No, he wasn't furious, he was downright incensed. How could he have lost control like that? With a scowl, he sent a punch flying at the dummy before him, effectively tearing a hole through the neck. The last thing he remembered was the wolf touching that, damn slip of a woman, and then, he was above her, and he had apparently stripped her of most of her clothes in his demon state. What infuriated him even more was that his demon obviously found her a suitable mate, otherwise he would have never felt the need to make her smell like him as he did.

He sent another blow at the dummy, this time sending its head flying across the dojo. Sesshoumaru couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself, of his actions. Ravishing a girl who he hated, who hate him, while he was in his bloodlust state was not something he could be proud of. And his father would probably be waiting inside to lecture him on how he could have harmed her, or even killed her. Though, Sesshoumaru thought he could have stood it more if he had injured her, even killed her, anything but accepted her as his future mate. The very thought sent a path of involuntary shivers down his spine. But, if his youkai found the girl a suitable mate, why couldn't he?

That was easy. She was loud, annoying, defiant, beautiful, intelligent, passionate… Sesshoumaru growled in frustration and tore the dummy to shreds, leaving the dojo in a huff to find his father.


A/N: This chapter was unbelievably hard to write. I'm not sure why, but writing Sesshoumaru in character is becoming more and more difficult. Sorry, once again for the long wait, the next one should be out sooner, though.