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The unusual encounter between her and Sesshomaru would not leave her thoughts, it stayed with her even though two weeks had nearly expired since it had happened and she had last seen him. The memories of that day constantly plagued her mind as she tried to make sense of her lingering fixation on the incident.
It was night fall, she had already eaten and had taken a bath. Soon it would be time for bed, but before she slept, usually she would sit awhile and read a book or just watch the night sky until she fell asleep.
Tonight the crescent moon barely lit the dark sky. She pulled a chair close to the window and sat, after a minute or two she shifted forward so that her face was on par with the window frame. Feeling more relaxed she propped her elbows on the windowsill and gazed at the moon, then suddenly, Sesshomaru's face and eyes flashed across her mind; within moments, all that she could see or feel was his bold caress.
How could such a simple thing as a touch make her so uneasy? She closed her eyes with the thought and knew that it was so much more than that. He had a way to make her feel so special with just a few words without him ever realizing that he did. He'd hung onto every detail as she'd taught the children. His curiousness afterwards had always brightened her day. To her it seemed as though time had stopped and only the two of them remained whenever they conversed. Oh kami, she had been infatuated with him for so long, no wonder she couldn't sit still and her mind would not let go of his gentle touch.
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Sesshomaru had taken into his possession the priestess's book on a whim, he was curious. The pictures on the cover had caught his eyes with its vivid colors and realistic look. He'd learned from his brother when she'd vanished with the well after the defeat of Naraku that she was from a future time; the book piqued his interest of her world and the unknown; he was a very curious creature indeed.
Somehow however, he never got around looking through its contents. He'd been busy occupying himself with looking after his father's legacy, and taking a more active part in the political affairs of the western domain with the help of his mother, who was the head of the council. But tonight he would remedy the situation.
As he readied himself for bed thoughts of the past occupied his mind. He had left Rin in a human village back then, where his brother had resided with the aged priestess named Kaede, so that she could have a more normal life with her own kind. With her gone and the scourge of Naraku erased, he was left with too much time on his hands and not enough to do to keep his mind from wandering.
When his mother had approached him with the idea of reclaiming the west and settling down, Rin had already been married with two children of her own, the timing was perfect. He spent the next thirty years rebuilding and rejuvenating his bloodline as the rightful ruler of the territory; and in the midst of opposition he'd succeeded in staving off the challenges of his claim.
On her deathbed he'd made the little girl whom he had cared for and loved now an old woman at sixty one years of age a promise, she'd smiled at him and he'd remembered the first time that she had done so. The effort she expend to be cheerful made her coughed and wheezed and she could barely speak.
"Sesshomaru sama, my life is almost over and I regret nothing," he'd held her feeble hands while she'd spoken; and as he looked at the ravages of time and sickness on her worn skin he'd felt remorseful.
At sixty and one years she was old and sickly, humans aged, withered and died much too fast. She'd grown up in a blur as her time was few a grains of sand compared to his immortality. With her voice weak and broken she'd continued.
"My children and their children and as far as my line may go, watch over them as you have watched over me."
He'd looked down on her with sad loving eyes as she coughed more violently, and when she stilled her eyes were devoid of its youthful shine while blood dribbled down the sides of her lips and he'd gently it wiped away.
Staring at her then he knew that Rin was aware of his feeling for her in spite of him never speaking them aloud. He had loved her and still does. His love was by his deeds, always there to protect and shelter her from harm. Her breathing had became shallow and raspy, she was dying and so he'd granted her last wish.
"I will do as you have asked."
She'd smiled one last time, and then had died. Two years had passed since then.
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When the school was constructed some forty five years ago none of Rin's children went, but as time went by and the school developed a good reputation her children sent their children and it was then that he'd encountered the priestess. Rin had moved away after she had gotten married to live in a neighboring village to be with her husband and his people. He would visit with Rin once or twice per year after that.
To honor his promise to Rin he watched over her family. On one of his few visits to see Rin's descendants, he was told that her grandchildren were at school and so he went in search of them. He needed no more information for he knew of only one village woman who would have the skills and vision to impart her knowledge to these human children and adults; and that could only be his brother's former wench.
But he thought. She should be dead, she was even much older than Rin and she had passed on.
To his surprise when he had seen her, she was young and fresh, untouched by time and her eyes were even more bluer and clearer than before. She'd seen him that first day and had welcomed him happily; she was pleased to see a familiar face.
"Hello lord Sesshomaru," she had said then and had smiled at him with even white teeth.
He'd nodded his head in acknowledgement of her greeting. He would come and listen to her teach on the days when she taught the children, but he never went inside the classroom. He would sit outside by the window, and on a few occasions he would question her about the material that she imparted to the students, while his thoughts were constantly on her seemingly youthful appearance.
And on a whim he'd approached her on the subject. He was amused at her behavior then, he felt her need as she swayed and was lost to his touch, the way in which a woman behaves when she craves and desires a male. He'd stroked her flawless skin and luxuriant hair as he wondered about her unlined skin and flawless beauty, and he had seen when she'd closed her eyes in bewilderment. He could also tell that his touch meant much more than that. Her body's reaction gave it away.
She was surprised at his violent display when he'd grabbed her hair, he could see the confusion in her eyes as she tried to make sense of his mood and actions.
"Mmmph," he grunted, "foolish human, I would never desire or need such affections from your kind."
It was now night time, it was calm and peaceful as all in his castle was asleep. The book was on his bedside table and he reached for it, readying himself for an insightful look into the future.
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In her bedroom Kagome lay back on her bank of pillows and stared at the moon directly through an open window, as the curtains white and silky blew eerily in the cool night breeze. Her thoughts were on the beautiful male that had touched her cheeks and hair tenderly. She sighed and closed her eyes as she could still feel the ghost like touches of his fingers on her face whenever she remembered that day.
She shook the thoughts of the encounter from her mind with a shake of the head, as she recalled how he had gripped her hair painfully, leaving her shaken and confused shortly afterwards without even a word of apology. She hissed, angry now at his insensitivity and took up a book.
The few western romance novels that she had she'd read over and over, it was a source of comfort to her lonely, loveless and sexless existence. She took up a book and smiled broadly; it was her favorite. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she read the gripping tale of love, seduction, and the absorbing sexual encounters of the main characters.
The book fell from her hands as she became overly emotional and cried. "Oh it is so unfair, I am sixty eight and yet I look no older than eighteen, and I fear that I will never know the touch of a man, to be wanted and desired, to feel my body burn with passion."
She felt an immense sorrow for herself, alone, vulnerable and a virgin.
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Myths and Legend was the title of the book, and the more he read the angrier he became, finding out that his kind was nothing more than folklore in her future, fading over time into the imaginations and retold to children as fairy tales; it was as if his kind never existed.
The book went on further to state that there were unsubstantiated evidence that his kind may have existed, but were hunted and slaughtered by overzealous monks and priestesses ridding the world of the abominations called demons. He put the book down and calmed his mind; he had to prevent his kind from going extinct somehow.
Suddenly he felt a surge of optimism, heady, intoxicating and dangerously close to the euphoria which always came when he was called to action, dispatching his enemies, watching them bleed and claiming victory. The priestess was going to help him right the wrongs of her kind for annihilating his species. She was going to help him change the history books if he had to drag her kicking and screaming into the night.
He got up and donned his armor; a cold chill ran up her spine and she shivered. What an odd sensation. She blew out the candles, pulled the covers up to her chin; she had to get some sleep; tomorrow would be another busy day.
He flew fast through the night sky with urgency to get to her, the matter was much too imperative and he was not going to wait until sunrise to start his quest. He needed answers and she had them, and she would provide him with the information that he seeks.
She snuggled into the covers warmed by its lush feel and slept peacefully. Sesshomaru stood by her open window and watched her toss and turn in sleep, clueless of the danger that lurked just outside. The covers fell from her body as she tossed listlessly. She was naked, the Daiyoukai eyes widened and an errant breath left his lips to his chagrin, and yet he could not tear his eyes away from the erotic image.
He knew that he should look away but couldn't, he was male after all, and her body was a visual masterpiece, long lean legs, a flat stomach and large rounded breasts with erect nipples caused by the night chill, with her hair spread around her form like a halo. The moon's glow only added to the ethereal attractiveness of the woman.
She turned on her side, and in dreaming she whispered, "Sesshomaru."
His name on her lips broke the spell and he scowled, brows knitted together in sheer anger and frustration, upset that he had found her attractive and was captivated by her form, and that a human woman such as she, and a naked one at that, would dare call his name in such an inappropriate fashion.
Reaching through the window he grabbed her ankles and pulled, she woke up and screamed.
"No! let me go!"
She twisted and thrashed trying to free herself but the hands on her ankles would not let go. She was too frightened and did not recognize the intruder as her mind was still bogged down by sleep. Twisting in his hold she grabbed the bedding in fright as he dragged her more forcefully through the window. He let her go and she fell hard to the ground crumpled up with the futon and sheet.
Shiny, intense eyes glared down at her and it was only then that she realized who the perpetrator was. She gasped and stared back at him puzzled, and then became furious.
"What the hell is wrong with you, are you some sort of freak, how dare you attack me in my home?" She shouted very loudly and angrily. He cringed at the unpleasant sound echoing like the chiming of bells into his sensitive ears. Then he threw the book at her feet and said.
"Explain?"
She shook her head in thought after she had taken up the book and recognized that it was one of her own, and had not realized that it had been missing.