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Chapter Thirteen
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Sesshomaru broke off the kiss between him and Kagome. Looking into her eyes, only a few inches away, he smiled, the moonlight glinting off his eyes, making the irises look like pure gold. Or honey. Kagome couldn't decide which.
Scooping her up in his hands around her, he stood up, carrying her bridal style. Kagome was surprised by his strength. Although he was tall and lean, he had impressive muscles underneath his clothes from incredible training and practice. She knew she could trust him to fight for her and protect her against anyone.
He carried her into his bedroom, a lavish and beautiful room full of deep burgundy and cinnamon reds with black and gold tied into it. His bed was large, puffing out with satin and silk pillows and sheets that oozed sensuality. A deep red sheer canopy hung from the ceiling, draping around the bed. As seductive as the scene was painted, it was also elegant and royal, just right for a Taisho.
Sesshomaru slid Kagome under the covers, the sheets sliding against her skin in a way that would have left her aroused, but instead, she only wanted to sleep. She waited for Sesshomaru to join her in the bed. However, he lay on top of the silken sheets, trying to keep his distance from jumping her, and only laid beside her soft form. He held himself up, bracing his arms around her, still to the side of her. His hair draped down in a silver shadow, brushing her neck and collarbone in such a way she moaned. Biting her lip to keep quiet, she held her arms up to him, offering him an intimate hug, a gesture of their affection and desire.
Hugging her, he somehow turned her to her side, facing him, as he lay facing her. The two stayed like that all through the night, arms thrown about each others side, his chin on top of her head. I always knew this would happen. I always knew she would happen, he thought, before drifting off into sleep.
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Waking up with Sesshomaru that morning had been wonderful. She had opened her eyes only to find warm amber eyes staring right back at her. They had shared a small, intimate smile, and he had soothingly run his hand up and down her spine.
Leaving him, however, had been Hell on Earth.
They hadn't spoken much as they got up, not knowing what to say. They didn't have breakfast, so things should have gone rather quickly when she was leaving, but they were both hesitant to leave one another. Wearing the same clothes as the day before, Kagome slowly ran a brush through her hair, leaving it wavy and soft.
Sesshomaru walked her to her car, holding her hand. Their feet dragged, and when she reached her car, they turned to each other. Saying nothing, they hugged tightly. I don't want to go, Kagome thought sadly. I can't go back to Mom.
"I'm keeping extra supervision on your house for protection. You won't have to worry about anyone." Sesshomaru said quietly. Of course, my protector, she thought. "I'll see you whenever I can. I know your mother is not supportive of an active social life, but we can manage around it." His reassurance eased her a little more, but she knew it would be difficult to work around her mother to see him. Kagome felt a little saddened, knowing her mother could never know about her relationship with Sesshomaru, but her need to see him again outweighed the other.
She drove away, feeling sick for even leaving him. It was the best time Kagome had ever had, and felt like dying for ending it. Approaching the shrine around eleven, she began to feel nauseous.
Kagome drove her car into the driveway. Her breathing was ragged. Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she wondered what scathing remarks her mother might say. Kagome knew that she would now be under close scrutiny, and her mother would pay closer attention to her curfew.
Walking in the front door, she saw her mother sitting erect at the dining table. She had probably been sitting there since seven that morning, growing more and more suspicious and grumpy towards Kagome.
"Hey Mama. I'm finally home. Sorry it took so long. Thanks for letting me use your card last night. Boy, am I hungry. I didn't get anything to eat last night or this morning. Gee, I'm glad to be home." Kagome rambled on, not knowing what to say. The words kept pouring from her mouth like a river of stupidity.
"Kagome," Mrs. Higurashi said, silencing her blabbering daughter. "I am tired. I spent all night and day worrying over you, and all you can say is 'gee, thanks' and 'food'. Is this how my generosity is repaid?" Her voice was steel, blocking out everything Kagome had to say. "How can you be so greedy as to not care for your poor Mama?" Her eyes were hard, as though she didn't have a soul, only stone inside.
"I'm sorry Mom." Kagome said, her head cast down, not looking into the cold gray eyes of her mother. "I didn't mean to be so rude. I appreciate all you have done."
"Kagome, I don't care how horrible the weather is, if you do not come directly home from school, you will be severely punished for your disobedience. I will not tolerate bad behavior in my home. I love you and care for you. You owe me at the very least your compliance with my rules."
"B-but Mama, all the roads were blocked from the flood. There were some roads still closed this morning due to how much it rained last night!" She cried out to her mother. That much was true. If the scenario that Kagome lied about had been true, her mother still would have been as unjustifiably cruel.
"Kagome, I will not listen to excuses. Go to your room until I call for you." Kagome's mother pointed with a bony finger to the stairs. Her muscles were rigid, leaving Kagome with the impression that she was made of rock.
Fighting back tears, Kagome softly padded up to her room. How did Mama become so callous? She used to be so sweet. I know that Grandpa's death really hit her hard, but why is she this way? Why can't she see that I'm only a kid? A good kid, at that.
Kagome dressed into light pajamas, and crawled/fell into bed. Even though it was approaching noon, she felt so sleepy. Blame it on depression, she thought morbidly.
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"I swear Sango, that's all that happened!" Kagome cried to her friend, laughing. Sango, ever the hopeless romantic, had separated herself from Miroku long enough to worm every detail out of Kagome's romantic, daring night with Sesshomaru.
"That better be all that happened, missy!" Sango growled, prodding Kagome's shoulder in a warning. "Still, I can't believe you had the guts to lie to your Mom like that. I mean, come on Kagome, she's totally anal."
Kagome shrugged, upset by the fact that her mother couldn't be normal. "Yeah, well, things change." Miroku chose this point to break out of the crowd of students in the hallway to make the treacherous journey to Sango.
Wrapping his arms around Sango from behind her, he whispered something in Sango's ear, causing a blush to color her entire face. Noticing Kagome, his eyebrows rose. "And where did you disappear to Friday afternoon. You marched out of school. Sango was worried."
"Oh, and you weren't worried about me?" Kagome teased, looking over her shoulder at her friends as they made their way through the bustling crowd of obnoxious teenagers.
"Well, Sango is my business. When she worries, I worry." Miroku said solemnly.
"Sure," Kagome snorted, "Because you don't get to French her when she's got her mind on something else."
"True, true." Miroku admitted with a smile. Sango wasn't sure if she should laugh or punch her boyfriend. She settled on a small chuckle, deciding to let the remark go.
"So…Where did you go, Kagome?" Miroku repeated.
"Oh, look at that!" Kagome cried, glancing dramatically at her wrist watch. "I better be getting to English now! Toodles!" She cried out nervously.
Sango and Miroku looked at one another, thoroughly confused, and headed off to their next period. "I swear, that girl just gets more and more odd as time goes on." Miroku exclaimed, earning a sharp elbow in the stomach from Sango.
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"I don't want to go there. Pizza seems just so unappetizing, Roku!"
"Yeah, I mean, it's so greasy and unhealthy. Not tonight, okay Miroku? Sesshomaru, tell him no!" Kagome cried to her boyfriend, hitting him on the shoulder in Miroku's SUV.
Sesshomaru had quietly, but effectively voiced his opinion of where they should eat; a pizza place that Miroku had also chosen.
The guys were having fun torturing the girls. First, they took the front seats in the SUV, leaving Sango and Kagome in the back, fuming at their ungentlemanly manners. Then it had escalated when the boys started blasting rap at the loudest volume possible, trying to annoy the two. Sesshomaru and Miroku both had no preference to rap, they only found it funny to make the girls mad. Every man knows, a woman is beautiful when she's angry.
Besides, make-up sex, or in both couple's case, make-up make-outs were the best part of a fight.
Finally, the boys had topped off their efforts in choosing a sleazy pizzeria that the tough crowd went to at night. Miroku could make anyone like him, so he had many friends in the restaurant, and didn't worry about social tension.
Sesshomaru, however, was a cold one. He was aloof to the punk crowd that smoked and sulked in the corners, itching for a fight. He was so much cooler than them all. While the exterior was calm, the inside was obviously wound up to pack a punch if someone insulted him even slightly. He could win any fight he picked, but the problem was that many people found his silence as a threat or insult, and therefore started trouble involving him.
The four friends walked into the pizzeria, and with a quick gesture of their head, Sango and Kagome quickly took up one side of a booth. Sesshomaru's shoulders were wider than they seemed, and left very little room for Miroku's own medium sized shoulders. The boys were pissed at having to sit by one another, instead of their girlfriends, but seeing the smug smile on their girlfriends' faces made them laugh.
Their order was taken, and soon they were served. For the most part, Sesshomaru was quiet, and barely participated in Miroku's dumbass conversations. He did, however, watch Kagome intensely. Realizing he was staring at her as she chomped into a piece of pizza, she accidentally bit her lip, drawing blood.
"OW!" She cried, bringing her fingertips to her bottom lip. She glared at Sesshomaru, her gaze incriminating him of the pain. His eyes darkened as he recalled the last time she was bleeding. A small smirk formed on his beautiful lips, and his pink tongue flickered out, as though he were salivating at the memory.
Miroku observed the changes in the couple, and smiling slyly, he cocked his head. "Aww, does Sesshomaru need to kiss this boo-boo too?" He cooed, leaving no room to question what incident he was referring to.
"You told him?" Kagome accused Sango, turning angry, wide eyes to her best friend. Sango turned red, hiding her hands in her lap, as though she were accused of murder.
"You told her?" Sesshomaru accused as well. He was not so much upset that she had shared the incident with her friend, but rather that she had told someone the intimate details she obviously wanted hidden.
"Um…Yeah?" Kagome asked, unsure of how to answer. "I tell her everything!" She defended.
Miroku smiled at the small scene he created, amused by his own ability to get a rise out of people. "Kagome, dear, you should know, she dates me – which means she tells me everything as well."
"Well, yeah, but I bet you don't know about that time in tenth grade when we-"
"Kagome! No!" Slapping a hand over her friend's mouth, Sango shrieked loudly. Kagome made unintelligible sounds from under her friend's hand, her eyes dancing with glee.
Shaking her head emphatically, Sango said in a serious, dramatic tone, "It is not to be spoken of. The pinky swear decrees it." Removing her hand from Kagome's mouth, the both bowed their heads, as if something reverent was happening at the moment. Sesshomaru and Miroku shook their heads in disgust at the girls' theatrics, then dished out the money for the check.
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"Are you mad that I told Sango, and she told Miroku?" Kagome asked later on that night on the phone. She sat on Sango's porch, huddled up in a warm blanket, looking at the stars.
"No." Sesshomaru sighed. "It doesn't bother me that they know. I am proud of who I am, and I take responsibility and admit my actions. I simply do not understand that while you anticipated that she would tell Miroku, you still told her, even though you didn't want him knowing."
"Yeah. I can't explain it all that well. It just felt right."
"What felt right?" He asked softly from the other line.
"Telling someone about us. Having someone to confide in for all your dreams and hopes and fantasies. Even though I know that Sango will spread the news to Miroku, it's still nice to talk to her. I mean, it's like chocolate. You know it's bad for you, and having another piece of Grandma's three layer Italian Cream Cake is only going to make your butt be jiggly for a week later, you can't help it, it just is so right.
"You don't need the reassurance of the future for something, you just need the perfection of the moment to hold you over. To hell with the future."
Sesshomaru remained quiet for the rest of the conversation.
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Sesshomaru leaned against his motorcycle as he waited for Kagome to get out of school. It was a Friday, nearly three weeks since the weekend at his house, and Kagome had called him the afternoon before asking if they could meet.
Kagome had planned to stay with Sango that night, and Sesshomaru would visit her at Sango's house, or Sango and Miroku would double-date with Sesshomaru and Kagome as they had done before. Sesshomaru was still unsure of Kagome's friends. As a rather unsociable teen he had been in high school a few short years ago, he hadn't made or kept friends easily, and the contempt for the drama high school held was not up his alley.
However, Kagome's friends, whom he had met, or rather seen, at the barbeque at the Shrine had given him an idea of what sort of trio they were. Easygoing, he thought, and fairly immature. Although, in Kagome it had been considered cute and charming, he didn't hold much fondness for others.
Already Sesshomaru was becoming close to Kagome. He loved being with her, and while the feeling was unusual for him, it was not altogether unpleasant. Inuyasha had once referred love as a stomachache.
(Sesshomaru could see how love to Kikyou could make someone ill, but that wasn't what Inuyasha had meant.)
What he had meant was that loving someone kept you constantly aware of every little thing they did, and that you were so in tune to them that the feelings and emotions that the special someone could create in you were so deep and intense that they had physical reactions. Butterflies in your stomach, if you will.
Sesshomaru now knew what his dumbass brother meant. While he didn't know if he loved Kagome, he felt strongly for her. She was not the type of girls he had grown up with, and honestly, she was unlike any girl he had known. She was so incredibly unique, and turned every personality trait she had into a perfect aspect of herself. He liked the qualities in her that had never before seemed appealing.
She was fussy, he liked that; she took forever getting ready, and though he hated waiting, it was worth it in the end to see her made up and 'glamorized' as she called it, for him.
She was stubborn, and although Sesshomaru like competition, he had never enjoyed bickering with anyone, especially in a sexual interest.
She was impractical. She unintentionally did things in an inefficient manner. She had no common sense. She giggled at the smallest of jokes. She smiled at every person she saw, stranger or not. She was inventive, creative, and original. She had a curiosity and wonder towards every new experience that left him feeling refreshed by her innocence, and strong at her lack of familiarity.
Even though Sesshomaru realized that he was falling fast for his girl, he couldn't stop it if his life depended on it.
And it so happened, it did.
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