Notes (The authoress has finally run out of creative ways to introduce them… I NEED IDEAS PEOPLE!)
1: I just ate like, fifteen Oreos, and now I'm REALLY hyper. Like, bouncing in my seat hyper. You don't want to be too close to me when I'm hyper, I get scary. Ask anyone who knows me.
2: This is crucial to your reading experience: HEAD AND SHOULDERS, KNEES AND TOES, KNEES AND TOES! HEAD AND SHOULDERS KNEES AND TOES, KNEES AND TOES! EYES AND EARS AND MOUTH AND NOSE! HEAD AND SHOULDERS, KNEES AND TOES, KNEES AND TOES! ahem just thought you ought to know that.
3: I sniff do not sniff own… cries
4: Wow that was lame… I'm really running out of ideas here people…
5: This might be the last one for a while… the same friend is having more issues with suicide again, and is in the hospital, again. I'm very sorry.
6: More meaningless fluff. This one is more of a filler chapter than anything, kind of boring actually.
Take This To Your Grave
CHAPTER SIX
Kagome opened her eyes, feeling very warm and comfortable. Yet, she wasn't under her comforters. In fact, she didn't remember getting into bed last night at all. Sitting up, she felt something curl itself around her and saw Sesshoumaru's white pelt encasing her small form. Kagome was confused. How had it gotten there, and as a matter of fact, how in he hell had she gotten there? Sesshoumaru wouldn't willingly give her his pelt, would he? Such an act would be below him, and he wouldn't lower himself to doing something that would actually benefit her, it was unheard of. Yes, that was true. It must be someone else's, like Lord Tashio's. He wore one like Sesshoumaru's, perhaps he had taken her up to her rooms and given her his pelt because he did not want to wake her by going through the trouble of putting her comforters over her.
She sighed and slipped from the bed, reluctantly leaving the pelt on the bed behind her, and stretched. Tomorrow was the ball, and then, the two day ceremony was to begin. The first day was something of a bonding day for the couple. The male would wake the female and help her dress, then they would take breakfast alone, and spend the rest of the day alone together, taking all of their meals in the male's private chambers. Then she would be off with every female in the castle, and Sesshoumaru with every male, for the preparation. And then, they would be mated, both physically and legally.
It was nice to be by herself for a while, not having someone waiting on her hand and foot, Kagome thought as she wrapped a simple pink and blue kimono around her, and fastened the ties. Slowly, she turned to look at the pelt, curled innocently on the bed, and walked over to it. Thinking she would give it back to Lord Tashio, Kagome wrapped the pelt around her shoulders and left the room. It was so warm, as if it had a life of its own, clinging to her and drawing itself closer to her body. Faintly, she wondered if it did this when he wore it. The pelt always looked so limp, like it was just that, a pelt. But this was amazing, this was alive, and it was wonderfully comfortable.
All eyes turned to her as she entered the breakfast hall, still marveling at the length of fur wrapped around her. She ignored them, however, and took her usual seat beside where Sesshoumaru was supposed to sit. His chair, however, was conspicuously empty. Kagome paid no mind to it, however, and proceeded to devour her meal, the fur as firmly attached as ever, and hindering her movement just a bit.
When, half way through the meal, there were still eyes on her, Kagome looked up from her food to stare back at Kouga, one of the one still looking at her. "Am I so fascinating that you see fit to stare at me while I'm eating?" She half joked.
The wolf gave her a-for the lack of a better word-wolfish grin. "Why are you wearing the dog's pelt?" Kouga half smirked, half growled as she sniffed the air experimentally.
"I don't know, honestly. I woke up with it wrapped around me, and I put it back on to give it back, and it won't let go now." The demoness explained. She demonstrated by trying to remove one end from her arm, and she could almost hear it growl as it wrapped itself tighter around her. "Wait a second, 'dog breath'? As in Sesshoumaru?" Kouga wouldn't dare disrespect Lord Tashio like that. Therefore, it must be Sesshoumaru's. "Kouga, what happened last night?"
"Well, it's a funny story actually. You fell asleep at the dinner table," Kagome blushed hard and sunk into her seat. Falling asleep in the middle of dinner; in the middle of a feast being thrown in her honor? It was embarrassing beyond belief. "And Sesshoumaru got all possessive and volunteered to take you back to your rooms, and carried you out." Kagome froze. Sesshoumaru had carried her to her room, actually volunteered to touch her, and then given her his pelt to sleep with. Every last piece of that was un-Sesshoumaru like. This ment next time she saw him, she would have to thank him, and give the pelt back, which, in itself would not be an easy task.
"Speak of the devil," Kagome muttered as Sesshoumaru sashayed into the dining hall, an unreadable expression on his face. "Good morning Sesshoumaru." He merely glanced at her, and nodded his head to show he heard and acknowledged her greeting. As he made to sit next to her, he seemed to do a double take, looking at her longer this time, and taking in the fact that she was still wearing his pelt. "Oh, I'm guessing you'll be wanting this back, then?" Sesshoumaru nodded and Kagome blushed. "Well, it's a funny story. I, well, I can't get it off."
With a sigh, Sesshoumaru reached out a long fingered hand and gently stroked the fur lining Kagome's arm. The pelt gave a small sigh and loosened its grip, enough so that Sesshoumaru could lift it off of her. He draped it over his shoulder, and Kagome felt suddenly bare at its loss. Nevertheless, Kagome turned back to her food and continued eating the best she could. This was difficult for the simple fact that she could feel Sesshoumaru's piecing gaze on the side of her head as she ate, which made her uncomfortable to say the least.
Kagome could almost hear him smirk as she squirmed under his gaze. Why the hell was he staring at her? Had she committed some sort of a crime, some sort of offense against his person? Soon, she became just a bit too uncomfortable, and stood. Looking at Kouga, she forced a smile that she knew must look strained, "I'll see you later, alright?" and without waiting for a answer, Kagome fled the room.
Sesshoumaru had to restrain himself from growling, again, at the damn wolf as he stared as his Kagome. That mongrel needed to have his eyes gouged out, possibly feed to him afterwards. He hadn't suspected that she would wear his pelt to breakfast, so he had gone to her room to fetch it. When he found both the pelt and Kagome gone, Sesshoumaru couldn't help but sniff around for a moment. It still sent shivers down his spine when he thought of her delectable apple and cinnamon scent mingling with his own. It hung thick in the air, but concentrated around her bed, which sent blood rushing where it certainly did not need to be. In any case, he had showed up to breakfast in a foul mood, half aggravated with the fact that she decided to take the fur with her, and half angry at himself for letting her scent affect him so.
Even now, as he watched her hips sway as she left the room, he felt a sudden desire rise within him. He wasn't sure when this occurred; when he had started thinking of her as 'his,' became possessive of her, as if she were his mate already. Perhaps it was the approaching ceremony, or something else, but his demon blood had been triggered-the way his pelt, which was as much a part of him as his hair, had reacted was proof of that-and now recognized her as his intended. To tell the truth, Sesshoumaru didn't know if that was good or bad. And the very thought of being confused, of being torn between acceptance and hatred, was enough to make him furious.
No longer hungry, the irritated demon pushed himself away from the table and left the hall, following Kagome out of the hall. They needed to have a talk. A very long talk.
Kagome was, once again, in the library. It was her sanctuary; where she went to think when she needed to be alone. Currently, her face was buried in a book of poetry, some of her old favorites. As she read, she began to lose herself in the brilliance, the swirl of words rolling off her tongue and playing themselves for only her to hear.
"The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the morning breeze,
though it died when the sun went down;
The river is high and the stream is strong,
and the grass is green and tall,
And I fain would think that this world of ours is a good world after all."
The light of passion in dreamy eyes, and a page of truth well read,
The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold of the spirit I thought was dead,
A song that goes to a comrade's heart, and a tear of pride let fall --
And my soul is strong! and the world to me is a grand world after all!"
Let our enemies go by their old dull tracks,
and theirs be the fault or shame
(The man is bitter against the world who has only himself to blame) ;
Let the darkest side of the past be dark, and only the good recall;
For I must believe that the world, my dear, is a kind world after all…"
She often read out loud to herself like this, when she was alone. It was soothing, and much like when her mother used to read to her when she was little. This particular poem was her favorite, and one she could practically recite in her sleep. Yet, it was still new and beautiful each time she read it, as if it changed with every re-reading. She was cut off, however, by the scent of someone trying, and failing to hide themselves. "Come on out, Sesshoumaru. Say what you want to me, just please leave the book alone." And there he cam, waltzing out of the shadows with an annoying smirk on his face.
"You read beautifully, dear, almost as well as you sing." Kagome gasped when she saw his red tinted eyes. This was his demon speaking, and Sesshoumaru had no control of anything that it said or did. Perhaps her smelling a bit like him after wearing his pelt had something to do with it. What puzzled her was that he could talk, and it seemed like he wasn't too primal. The true Sesshoumaru was still near the surface. And it scared her.
"Why are you here?" She asked a little shakily, looking up at him with frightened eyes. He took a few slow steps towards her, eyes flickering between crimson and molten gold.
"This is my home, Ka-go-me, I can be anywhere I want to." The way he said her name sent more involuntary shivers though her body once again. He took another step closer, and then another, and another, until he was standing directly above her. His white hair plumed around both of them like a curtain and he leaned forward slightly, gripping her arm tightly. "And I can have anything I want." And whit that said, he pulled her up, and pressed his lips to hers.
An electric shock was sent through Kagome's body, and danger signs flashed before her eyes. But, as she tried to pull away, he let out a little growl and clamped an iron arm around her slim waist, effectively driving her closer and whipping every thought of pulling away out of her mind. Her book dropped to the floor with a dull thump as Kagome moved her arms to wrap them around his neck. It felt weird, kissing someone who was her worst enemy six days ago, and actually enjoying it. Half of her mind was screaming at her to pull away and run, not willing to face his wrath when he remembered what they had done. And the other half, the winning half, was telling her to lean in, enjoy the moment, and possible cop a feel while she was at it.
A/N: Another chapter dead and gone. Personally, I didn't like it. But I guess my opinion doesn't really matter. What do you think? Too soon for the first kiss? Likey? No likey? I need to know these things people!
