Now you're just somebody that I used to know
She loaded up a box and headed to her mothers. She would spend Christmas and New Years there, she didn't need this loneliness. The next few weeks she would stay busy, after the holidays she would email him her number. She did promise to always be his friend.
But Christmas came and went, New Years came and went.
He stayed out of the news, he didn't hire anyone else.
She returned to her apartment and looked for a new job.
2 weeks after New Years, in the cold of January, she sat down on her bed in nothing but a white t-shirt and panties and texted him. She just hoped he was alone.
He was alone. In another cold shower, trying to get release just on her memory, when his phone dinged.
It pissed him off and messed him up, God how he had fallen.
He turned the shower off and looked at his phone. A number he didn't know, which was weird. He opened it and there it was, a message from her.
New number, sorry it took so long, been busy.
That was it? No hi, no what are your doing, no call me, no I miss you just, here?
Two could play that game, even though it wasn't a game and he didn't play games.
Noted.
She sighed, so this was how it was going to be? Back like the old days? A 'hn' there and nod here? She fell back on her bed that was cold, she was cold, she missed his heat.
She missed his touch, his growl, his power. She missed his openness with her. This sucked. Like building up to an orgasm and then, nothing.
A release of power would be great right now.
She sat up
Hey, do they still have that power dome?
That was an odd text.
Yes
She bit her lip.
They let mikos in, right? Do I need to register?
What was she thinking?
What do you wish to do?
Release power
He closed his eyes, oh he could help her with that. God, how he wanted to help her with that. To feel her aura dance with his?
Tell me when, I'll take care of it
She bit her lip again, maybe they could be friends? This could be a good way to see him without giving it away that she wanted so desperately to, but that didn't mean he would show.
Is Sunday good?
That was only 2 days away, he could do that.
Very, 10am
Thanks, going to bed.
He smirked and put them both down on the list. He hoped their names would help keep a lot of people from coming.
He went to his swords and picked one. This, this was going to be good.
Sure enough, two days later she showed, bow and arrows and all. Black work out shorts and sports bra. There would be sweating, lots of sweating.
She chose to be late, he would wait.
It wasn't overcrowded, so she started off with meditation and stretching. Then she was ready. She pointed her arrow and let it fly.
He felt her power, she was holding back, but it was a good release. It was his turn.
He went in with his old pants on and nothing more, pants and sword.
He watched her from behind, she was aiming at moving targets and she hit everyone. The demons around were worried, they stayed clear of her and her power.
He smirked and pushed out his aura and it rushed up to her like a wave and she spun and released.
He caught it and his poison turned it to ash.
She was panting "Don't do that, I could have hurt someone!"
"You knew it was me"
"So?" Was he insane?
"Always quick to draw, Miko"
She flushed, damn him.
"Pretty sure that was your brother."
Ouch that stung.
He took his stance "Come Miko, you wish to release, then release."
Was he fucking with her. He was, wasn't he? She bit her lip "Don't know if you can handle it, I know they can't." She nodded to the demons now watching.
"Careful Miko. It's been far too long since my last release, you wish to see who can handle whom, draw your bow."
He pushed, she pushed, their power clashed. Everyone cleared the floor.
Then the pull.
Sweat dripped down her neck to her breast.
Now this, she remembered.
She drew up her bow and the dance they had not had in a long time began. Her anger and hurt flew at him in impressive speeds and power, but he was faster and his demonic power stronger.
She twirled and twisted and as he watched her, her arrows, he watched her tone legs and abs move. The sweat on her body was lucky. Her hair in a high ponytail swished around much like his own long ponytail.
He did that on purpose, he knew she secretly liked it.
He didn't know much time passed, but the throw and dodge was getting old, time to switch it up.
He flew at her and ran his fingers across her abs, and left her with a small paper cut, her gasp was rewarding. The feel of her skin electric against his fingers as her power still hummed.
She looked down then narrowed her eyes, he sure did like to cut her, didn't he?
"I think you meant to make that a little deeper" She spoke panting,
"As you wish"
He flew at her again, his power rushing, hers rose to meet it.
He never made it, she screamed and he flew back. His feet skidded until he almost hit the wall. He had no time, this time, to catch the arrow. It cut his face and hit the wall before he could even blink.
This was the second time she had ever landed him and that was one time too many.
She was panting so hard,
"Feel better now, Miko?"
"Not. Even. Close."
Did he think this was going to solve their problem? It helped and it felt good, but this did not fix things; it didn't back then and it didn't now.
He touched his face, it was as light as the one he landed, but hers stung. It may even leave a scar.
He pushed off again and before she knew it, his arm was around her waist, her bow was gone and his sword was at her neck; where it meets the shoulder, where his mark should be.
She panted, her power slowly coming back to her, not in a hurting manner, she was calling it in.
"That's the Sesshomaru I know." She said out of breath. She almost wished he would do it, push the sword into her and end the pain of a love she could see for herself, yet never have.
He was panting too. He lowered his sword at her words "Perhaps this is not the release you seek?"
She pushed away slightly and looked at her mark on him,
"Perhaps our relationship is better as what it once was?"
This was familiar, this was easy, this was safe.
No agreement, no weirdness, no jealousy. This, she could do; this, she remembered.
She rose on her tiptoes in front of everyone and God she licked the mark she left on his face.
His sword hit the floor with a clank and his beast roared louder than it ever had in his life. His blood rushed like hot lava within him. She, she just treated him like an Inu bitch would, consoling her mate! She didn't even know, how could it be possible for her to react like that like it was natural for her? His pants grew tight as he grew hard.
"Perhaps it's better for you if I'm just someone you used to know"
She stepped away and bowed "Let's do this again one day."
Then she spun around, ran to her bow and left.
He watched her, she was walking away again?
Who did she think she was?
She was his bitch. That, that was his woman, that was supreme power. How dare she do that, and then leave him standing there, beast ablaze and dick hard.
He decided he wanted a new agreement. A new agreement, a binding, locking, life and long after death, agreement.
He wanted a mating agreement. He wanted to own her womb, put a ring on her finger and he wanted every inch of her body to smell like him, always and forever.
He would seal this agreement with a mark, and she would agree because as they all said, he always gets what he wants and he wants her bad.
He had finally found supreme power, go figure it was something as complicated as love.
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The Touched
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