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"Sesshomaru you cannot mean what you are saying; if you mess with the past the future will change, and I'm certain that there will be terrible consequences for all," she said in earnest, hoping that she had impressed upon him the dire consequences if they were to mess with the timeline and history in general.
However, when he'd spoken again his tone was cool and clipped. "The future hasn't happened yet, this is my present," and he opened his palms and looked at them strongly, "and I will shape my own future and a new destiny for my kind with these hands," then he closed them into tight fists at the end of his deliberation…
Kagome wanted to scream with frustration. But she knew as well that this situation was all her fault. Her own fault for bringing the book in the past and not adequately securing it, and now it has fallen into the worst possible hands.
"Oh kami help me," she whispered, "what am I going to do?"
She felt lost and desperate; her actions may have put an entire race of people in jeopardy. How could she make him understand her fears for a future, the only one that she has ever known? She had to try, she had to make him see that his actions could cause many to suffer if something went wrong, and there was no way she wanted to be a part of that.
"I will not help you to destroy humanity, you say that this is your present and I'm telling you about the future, the one in which I was born where your kind do not exist, the past has already shaped that future, you cannot fix it, you shouldn't try…?"
An angry desperate growl cut her off before she could finish. "You hypocrite," she gasped at the coldness in his voice and its uncharacteristic lift because he was always so calm. "How dare you say such things, the life of your species are no less important than mine…Tell me this…Priestess," her title on his lips were venomous, and she flinched, "would you do any different if you were me?"
She felt a shiver of apprehension slide down her spine at his words, she wasn't thinking about the situation quite like that. For a minute she thought about what he had said and got up from around the table with her back turned to him, and rests her head in her palm and took a long cleansing breath.
What would she do if she had information that could save thousands of people, would she let them perish or would she help them? Turning those questions over in her mind was redundant; because of course she would have done the right thing and helped.
But doing the right thing in this instance wasn't as simple as the Daiyoukai might think, because if demons and humans could have co-existed then history would have written them into the future. And the future she knew demons would never fit in.
Perhaps demons of his caliber, the higher life form of his species could survive and make it work, but the lower beings, the hideous, the monstrous would never survive in her time. She sighed with frustration as her temples throbbed, a headache was in the making. There wasn't going to be any easy solutions if any at all, she concluded
She was weary and as much as she was not convinced to help the Daiyoukai she needed to say something, she was silent for too long. She tried for his name but it died on her tongue, shriveled into nothingness with her fears and distress. Turning around to face him again she realized that he never took his eyes away from her body, their eyes met for a moment and then she looked away in unease.
"Sesshomaru there are things that you should now before you decide anything," she finally said, with her head hanging down.
She spent the better part of two hours explaining the state and shape of the future; pollution, government, the Eco-system and human tendencies in general. He was appalled but didn't say anything, and throughout the mostly one sided conversation, his brows would lift, his eyes would widened or his stance would change if he'd heard anything that piqued his interest.
When they were done you could hear the atmosphere around them waking up with the crowing of the rooster, the chirping of birds and the darkness was slowly being replaced by the light of the dawn; and she hadn't slept for more than two hours when she had been rudely awaken and dragged through an open window. She was tired and sleepy now; school would definitely be out for today.
"Sesshomaru," she said on a yawn, "I'm tired and I'm going to bed, will you go and get it for me?"
She couldn't very well go to bed if her bed was hanging on the tallest branch of a tree in her yard, unless she was a bird. He smiled sheepishly and then went outside, when he returned he carried it to her bedroom and laid it down.
"Thank you," she said and fell onto it. He heard the soft breaths that she took and knew that she had fallen asleep instantly.
He watched her while she slept without any fear from him in her most vulnerable state.
She turned in sleep onto her back exposing her beautiful breasts, he held on tight to his already slipping control, remembering what it had felt and had tasted like having her ample bosom surrounded by his lips and claws.
If only she was a demoness she would be perfect he thought, she was bright, courageous, honest and a beautiful female.
He shook his head and with it those thoughts, because their relationship as from now on was going to be tedious, driven and hard, there would be no time for dalliance, no time for passion, not even love. He had a species and an empire to save without adding her to the strain.
His hands moved to secure the robe, covering her gorgeous breasts from his wandering eyes. Afterwards he went and and sat in a corner of the room with his back against the wall. His eyes never left the woman's form as he contemplated the last forty years of his life.
He had rebuilt his father's empire and his half brother Inuyasha had helped him along the way. Their relationship was one of mutual respect and a desire to live in peace as brothers.
He had everything he could ever want and desire; wealth, guards, servants; his castle a daunting structure of the period's architectural genius. To add to his comfort he maintained a harem of ten beautiful demonic concubines, and with three of them he had eight children; six males and two females; their ages ranged from two to twenty.
And now to be told that it would all be in vain because his kind had no future, would cease to exist in less than one hundred and fifty years when the possibility existed that they could live many a millennia was unacceptable, a fate that he would never accept.
He looked around the humble abode of the priestess and decided that she should have more, as after all, she was the key in saving his kind. She knew the history of when, where, how and who, things he did not know. He had to treat her better if he wanted her help. Because he knew that she was not the type of woman who would fall at his feet and do his bidding just because he said so.
He hadn't known he was tired until he felt his eyes drooping, or maybe it was from watching Kagome as she slept and the quiet noises that she made as she breathes lulled him into sleep, or maybe it was the peaceful and serene aura that surrounded her was the cause. He did not know or care for that matter? However, his eyes closed and a feeling of quiet tranquility encircled him and he let it carry him away to the land of sleep.