Moonlit Lives Chapter 7, an inuyasha fanfic

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Moonlit Lives

Chapter 7

Kagome's POV

I am dreaming... No. It's not a Dream. It is a memory. I am in my Grade 7 history classroom. I am fourteen, a year before Inuyasha. Hojo is smiling at me from behind his textbook, and I am smiling back, waving. My three friends come over. What are their names? They smile knowingly at me and giggle.

"Kagome, Hojo is going to ask you out today!" The shortest of them says. Her voice is annoying. "I heard him prepping while he was walking out of the boys bathroom." She giggles in a high pitched whinny. I vaguely wonder what she had been doing outside the boys bathroom in the first place.

And then I remember. This is the day that I learn of Sesshoumaru and his doomed kingdom. The teacher enters and we all sit down and open our books to a page I don't really pay attention to. It's just a number, after all. And there is a black and white picture of his ruined home, and a portrait of him, strong and cold and beautiful. I think that he is the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

And then all goes black, and I am left crying because I was there, and I could not help him. And then I am remembering again. But this is an alien memory that I do not know.

Hojo is smiling at me from behind his textbook, and I am smiling back, waving. My three friends come over. What are their names? They smile knowingly at me and giggle.

And then the teacher comes in and we all sit down and open our books to a page I don't really pay attention to. It's just a number after all.

On the page are two portraits with a caption underneath. I am not paying attention to the teacher as he reads the caption. I am staring at the pictures. One is of a great lord named Sesshoumaru something or other, and the other is of a woman, unnamed. Her eyes are shadowed but could not have been black, and her hair is long and black. "Kagome!" The tallest of my friends whispers. "That woman looks just like you!" I smile and nod and turn my attention to the teacher.

He is saying that the woman saved the mans kingdom somehow from being destroyed in an otherwise devastating tsunami.

After class, my friends are still talking about them. "Kagome! Do you think you are her descendant or something?" I shrug. "Why do you think they had those odd markings on their cheeks and stuff? You'd think they were trying to make themselves out to be demons or something." They laugh. It's so annoying.

Kagome awoke suddenly, sweat dripping from her face in rivulets of shining liquid. Her eyes were wide and fearful, and she frantically searched around the alien room. She was in a fluffy, large, silk laden futon. All around her was impenetrable darkness that even her demonic eyes could not see through. That meant that there was no light at all, that she was trapped somewhere. A panicking feeling swept over her. She didn't like not being able to see.

And then a whiff of something kept her head still. That smell... it was Sesshoumaru's scent. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The air was permeated with his scent. It filled her nostrils and sedated her immediately. She smiled and fell back down into a downy softness she didn't recognize. However, it wreaked of Sesshoumaru and she curled into it instinctively, wondering faintly why she had had that impulse. However, she didn't dwell on it long and nuzzled the source of warmness.

And then a movement beside her caught her attention. A shifting beside her. She froze as she felt hands run along a part of her body she hadn't known was there. It felt good, and she suddenly knew why Sesshoumaru couldn't stand it when she stroked his tail. It felt so good, she had some very naughty thoughts concerning whoever it was beside her. However, the realization that someone was beside her and she didn't know who it was kind of scared her.

Finally, after a moment of thought, she put two and two together and blushed profusely. It was a very good thing the darkness was as thick as it was. She made a move to get up, thinking that Sesshoumaru couldn't possible know it was her. I mean, she hadn't had a tail before, and she had definitely never been inside his room. She'd probably sleepwalked. He's just having a dream. She wasn't here on purpose right? Wrong.

The second she twitched in that way you do when your muscles aren't used to movement and you are about to climb out of bed, a growl emitted from beside her and the arm that had been playing with her tail (it was still weird to think about) wrapped around her waist and held her down firmly. "Don't move." Sesshoumaru's voice sounded husky and sleep induced. Like he had just had sex or something.

Kagome gasped and looked down, realizing that it was too dark to see anyway. However, she could feel cloth sliding along her body as he slid his arm into a more comfortable position. She decided that if he could have a sexy voice, so could she. She trailed her fingers up his arms and to his neck, finding his ear so that she could whisper into it, "Why not?" She let her lips brush the tip of his pointed ear and felt him shiver.

Inevitably, she was flipped onto her back, and the fluffy was goneShe could smell him close to her, fell his cheek resting against her own. "Because you're warm," He let his body rest lightly in hers. She could tell he didn't have his haori on. "And I'm warm," she could feel him grinning. "And we're both very," He nuzzled her neck like an affectionate puppy, "very, cold."

Kagome could feel his youkai within growing, stretching, awakening. Inside herself as well, she could feel her own waking up, yearning for carnal blood and gore and pleasure. She found her fingers entwining themselves into Sesshoumaru's hair, stroking through it with claws that were longer than they should have been. His hands were wondering along her body, under the cloth, feeling her skin, kneading it with smooth, strong hands.

Sesshoumaru was still nuzzling her, still taking deep breathes of her. It tickled, and she had to laugh. This was her fantasy dream come true. She was in the same bed as him, in complete darkness, and he was showing extreme affections for her. And he had no shirt on. author is drooling

He began whining like a pup, and she could feel his golden eyes on her. And then all of a sudden it all stopped. His youkai withdrew and he rose away from her. "What is it?" Now she sounded like a puppy. She was still a little dazed and she raised from her back to her knees in practiced grace, even though she knew he couldn't see her. Her tale swished from side to side.

Suddenly a curtain was open and Sesshoumaru was standing beside it, his eyes bleeding away from red to white. Her eyes widened and she closed her own eyes, willing away whatever was there. "Oh Kami. Oh Kami." She curled up into a ball and hugged herself. Then she noticed that she was wearing a yukata. A very thin, very flimsy yukata. Immediately she shot up to glare at Sesshoumaru, who was staring at her with a something in his eyes.

It was disgust.

"What?" She was blushing now, squirming under his scornful scrutiny. "What is it?" No darkness to hide the inflammation on her face now.

He shook his head and the mask she had so carefully chipped away was there again. "Do not speak to me, bitch." And he walked out.

She was crying when she woke up.

A sharp pain ran through her entire being. This time she knew that she was awake. She shifted. Oh yeah, definitely awake. She thought of her dream, the tears drying on her cheeks. It was only a dream. Only a dream. Sesshoumaru would never say those things to her. He wouldn't even have been there in the first place. No worries, then.

Kagome lay back, her eyes still closed, still unharmed by whatever bright light might be waiting behind them. Something twitched underneath her, and she gasped, eyes opening wide. It was pitch black. She knew what it was that was twitching underneath her suddenly. She felt her body, she was wearing a yukata. She felt around her; she was on a fluffy futon.

However, there was no fluffy to curl into and no one beside her. She was only slightly comforted by this fact. She still had a tail and she was still in complete darkness. She knew that Kouga and Ayame and Sesshoumaru had tails, but she had never had one as a child, and she wasn't expecting to have one now.

Once again she attempted to move, and hissed when the pain shot through the length of her body. She froze when a growl emitted from a few feet beside her. "Don't move." It was Sesshoumaru, but his voice wasn't husky with sleep. More, it was possessive, protective, worried.

"Why not?" She responded, and it wasn't the same either. Her voice sounded strange, alien.

"Because you are hurt."

Duh. "Why is it so dark?"

"Demons heal easiest in the darkness." Talkative today, wasn't he?

"Oh." A thought struck her. "Is everyone alright, Sesshoumaru?" It sounded earnest and worried.

"Yes, everyone has come away unscathed," she heard the rustling of cloth and his scent overwhelmed her. "Because of you," he trailed along her cheek with his claw. And then it was gone, his scent retreated.

"Wait." Kagome could feel him retreating away, then stop at her voice. "Please don't leave me alone."

He continued to walk away. She became desperate; he had done this in the dream; walked away from her. She tried to move to reach in the darkness, then gasped softly at the pain it brought her. She narrowed her eyes at the pain and moved further. She was going to cry, she knew it. "Heal, dammit. HEAL!" She thought to herself. It was annoying not being able to move. Then everything was bathed in a bright light, bluish in color, and the pain went away. She was left in darkness again.

"HA!" She cried in triumph. However, she didn't feel Sesshoumaru's movement. "Sesshoumaru?" She was scared again. She didn't want to be left alone in this darkness again. "Sesshoumaru!" She was crying now, frightened and out of sorts without him there. Why?

A lit candle suddenly found her on her knees, tail twitching frantically, eyes wide with tears seeping from them. Sesshoumaru's mask was placed carefully on his face as he looked impassively at her.

"You have healed yourself." He wasn't impressed. She didn't care. It worked out.

"Yeah." She looked down and then back up at him. "You were going to leave me alone."

"Yes."

"I'm afraid of the dark."

"I know." And then the candle was out, and she was left in the darkness again.

"Sesshoumaru?"

"Yes." He was closer. She rose and leaped from the futon. Something in his voice scared her. It was predatory, possessive, lusty.

"How long have I been unconscious?" She backed up into something; it made a scuffing sound.

"Two days." She felt his aura come closer, could smell him. It was spiked with something; something she had never smelled before.

"And who dressed me?"

There was a pause, and she crept away from the scent, feeling objects softly, silently, barely touching them. "I did."

She froze. He dressed her? That pervert. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to tear him to shreds. In the darkness, she could feel her eyes bleed red, and she let it. For one reason or another, she let herself become ruthless, murderous, demonic. "Bastard." She growled and lunged at him, at his aura, at his heart. He caught her in his arms and crushed her against him, disabling her totally.

He was stronger than her, and she accepted that, but she would not be overwhelmed by his calming scent once again. She needed release, she needed freedom, she needed blood. She caught a whiff of the outside, clear and crisp and calling to her. She somehow broke free of Sesshoumaru's hold and lunged for the scent. He didn't stop her.

She broke out into a clear night, the waning moon smiling down at her like a Cheshire cat. She hated cats. She was on a balcony, and cool air swiped her face, cooling the sweat on her brow. Looking down, she knew there was no way down but to jump; there was a high growing tree near her, but it was too slow. She leapt over the edge of the balcony, falling freely, unworried as to what would happen when she hit rock bottom.

She hit the ground running, yukata flying out behind her like a silken cape. It was so bothersome. She ripped it from her body. She flew on the ground, naked skin glowing in the pure moonlight, hair billowing in the remaining current caused by her form. Freedom embraced her to it's bosom and calmed her wild spirit. But it wasn't enough. She needed more than just freedom, she needed release, she needed blood. Needed to bathe in it, soak it into herself, drink it until she was swelling with the warm substance, drunken with it.

The need grew inside her, thrusting away freedom's embrace. She was angry with Sesshoumaru for invoking unwanted feelings inside her: she wanted to relieve herself of the pressure building inside her that yearned for his touch, for him to fill her, for him himself. She began to sniff, sensing for victim.

When she found it, she grinned wildly. It was a snake youkai, young but strong. She crept up upon it, and stopped for a second. It was attractive as well. He had reached semi-human form, with a human body, but scales were covering his entire back, creeping up his neck and over a bald scalp. He had broad shoulders, with a long, muscular body and a strong jaw. He was also naked. Yay.

Softly, she walked up to about ten feet from him, watching him watch her the entire time. Her eyes were completely red, and all she saw was an attractive youkai that she could use to release in more ways than one.

She watched him stalk towards her. Lust was evident in his eyes as they roamed over her form. She let her eyes wander as well, enjoying the sight of a male specimen without any clothes or qualms. She met him in the middle, and she could smell him, and he could taste her. He circled her, tasting the air around her, searching for deception. She could smell it, but the spiked scent wasn't the only thing that told her of his aroused state.

Finally, he stopped in front of her, meeting her eyes with lime green pupils. There was a wariness in them, but also a strong want for her, and she smiled inside because of it. In a fluid step, she pressed her naked body against his and breathed in his natural, nondescript scent. She could feel sweat on his skin, could hear his breath become ragged, could smell his loss of control.

"Take me now." She whispered into his ear, not caring any more. She wanted it to be gone. He pressed her up against a tree, shaking. And he took her, hard and uncontrolled. The rough tree bark scraped up against her back, and she reveled in the pain, in the unknown man thrusting forcefully into her. But there was no pleasure, no relief, just pain.

She was suddenly disgusted with him. Because he had no control, because he was too eager, because he wasn't Sesshoumaru. She pushed him away. "Get away from me, you wretch. Do you not have more control than that. Can you not restrain yourself? You disgust me!" She tore into him.

Swipe after swipe of her claws, relishing in his screams, wanting to cause him more pain. When he was not moving any longer, she knelt down and licked away the blood from him, cleaning his ragged body. She licked her claws and any other part of her body that she had bathed in blood. Her eyes closed and flitted in a high ecstasy-like state.

When it was gone, she wanted more. More violence, more gore, more sex. She began to sniff again, but the stench of blood filled her senses, and she was thrown into another fit of want. She was about to bound off back into the forest when his aura surrounded her. She fought it with her own, wanting to get him away from her. It relented, but she was suddenly encased in a pair of naked arms, pressed against a naked chest.

"Get away from me, bastard."

"No."

"I'll tear you to shreds!" Kagome screamed at him, pounding his chest with clawed hands. His skin turned into bloody ribbons of flesh, the blood showing black in the moonlight. She could feel the warm fluid streaming down in between them, caressing her with it's dark carnage. Sesshoumaru made no noise as she made good of her promise to tear him to shreds.

Suddenly she stopped, and stared lustily at the blood. Warm and dark and thick, running down his ruined, perfect chest.

"I know what you want, Kagome," Sesshoumaru hissed in her ear. "You want my blood, you want my body."

"No," She responded softly. But she didn't sound convinced. The blood was running less and less as he healed and what was left was becoming cold and dry.

"You want me, Kagome."

"No." She watched forlornly as the last tear in his flesh closed, up. A last, warm drop of blood escaped from the wound as the flesh knitted together. She caught it with her tongue. Her eyes flashed a renewed red, and she stared defiantly up at him. "It is you who wants me, my dog-man." She slipped easily from his grasp. Hiding her fear, she batted her eyelashes. "Catch me if you can."

Once she was running again, the need for carnal pleasure took over her again, and she knew to make him wait, and make her self wait, would prove all the more bloody. She grinned viciously and sped up. The longer they waited, the hotter the blood, the sweeter the taste, the better the smell. She could feel his breath on her neck, raising the hairs, could feel him pressed against her naked body, and she spurred herself into faster movement.

The wind caressed her bare flesh like a lover, carrying her up and away from herself, distancing herself from what was happening. Running through the woods was not a physical thing, as humans always assumed. It was melding with the trees, feeling them, selling them, knowing them. It was an intimation with nature, a game in which only those who gave themselves over to the forest could play.

And Kagome was winning.

It was then that she realized that didn't want to be caught my Sesshoumaru. His embrace could only offer limitation and confinement. She did not want to be restrained by him, she did not want to be his lifeless puppet to show off to the other lords. She did not want to dress in fancy clothes and wear her hair up all the time and cook for her lord and do all those things that a good mate is supposed to do. She did not want those things.

She needed exemption, freedom. She wanted to be naked and wild and have no restraints to hold her down. She wanted to kill and fight and be alive. She wanted to damn all the lords to hell, and their ladies too. She wanted to leave her hair down and eat raw meat, freshly killed by her own claws. Kimono's were annoying and her beauty was not in what she wore. She knew it, that snake youkai had known it. But he was dead. She had killed him. And she felt no remorse.

She ran faster. She would not be caught and mated. He might as well been chasing her to kill.

"Kagome..." His breath was normal and hers was ragged. How long had they been running? "Give up, Kagome. I will have you."

"No! I will not be imprisoned! I want to stay out here."

"Than we will stay out here."

"I want to stay free!" She couldn't sense him. She could smell him, though. He was all around. "Leave me alone!"

"You will remain free."

"No I won't! You are lying!"

"No, I'm not. You are lying to yourself."

"Come out here! Stop hiding!" She was enraged by his teasing, by his cryptic answers. By the fact that she didn't want to kill him, that she wanted him and his blood and his body. Everything from him but his death. "God Dammit! Come out!" She screamed.

Suddenly she was thrown against a tree, feeling it splinter against her bare flesh. She grinned. She would kill him, and these feelings would go away. She stood.

Sesshoumaru stared at the demoness standing before him, untamed and raw like the wind of a typhoon, beautiful like the sunset after a storm. Marks glistened against her alabaster skin as she gave off energy and power. Her hair fell wild and unruly around her shoulders, untouched by leaves and twigs but tangles. She stood proud and feral in front of him, in her nude glory, unhindered by her state of undress.

Her eyes were a ferocious, burning red, glaring at him, saying, "you will not have me."

At that moment, Sesshoumaru wanted her more than her had ever wanted her before. He stalked towards her.

Kagome glared at him, eyeing him suspiciously. Lust for her was showing in his eyes and it scared her. She wanted to run, but she wanted his blood more. She wanted him to bleed so that she could lick the blood off of his utterly masculine body, feel his flesh slick with the fluid. She met him in the middle.

She swiped at him first, disappointed when he dodged it and did nothing to retaliate. "What's wrong, dog? Afraid to hurt me?" She sneered and caught him in the chin, drawing blood with her claws. "Fight me!"

He nodded once. Suddenly she was caught in a blur of motion that she could barely see. A claw found it's way to her stomach and blood poured from it for a few seconds before the initial bleeding stopped. She jumped high in the air, tail twitching, eyes searching for the blur that was Sesshoumaru. Kagome landed on his back, clawing at it as he tried to pry her off.

Finally, she jumped from his tattered back, licking her claws delicately, watching mournfully as the wounds turned to scratches, then scars, then disappeared completely. It cost her the seconds that she had been given, and she soon found herself crushed against the ground, a root grinding painfully into her back. She growled savagely.

However, instead of feeling the pain that she knew had been coming, she realized that Sesshoumaru had offered her his neck. Without hesitation, she sought out his pulse, licking it lightly, feeling it flutter against the skin, against her tongue. She trailed her tongue down to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and bit down.

Blood filled her mouth, hot and thick and satisfying. At first, she drank it fiercely, sucking at the wound in earnest. As the blood filled her with warmness, she began to suckle gently at it, finally just licking it. She was warm and safe underneath Sesshoumaru and all she wanted to do was sleep. Curl up underneath him and imbibe his warmth and trust him to keep her safe.

When she was asleep, Sesshoumaru carefully picked her up and took her back to the palace, where he placed her in her own futon, naked except for the blood, and curled up beside the bed to fall asleep himself. Home...

How was that for some action, eh? I wanted to bring out the fact that they are demons with animalistic qualities, not just people with super strength and speed. They aren't super heroes. No matter what everybody may want to think, they are carnal animals with carnal needs, and this chapter was centered around that. I think it turned out well enough. I would especially like feedback on this chapter. PLEASE!