Inuyasha's Girl
Chapter 3: Obsession's Mistakes
By Kaguya's Chaos
The thrum of activity and chattering voices was fading now and still Sesshoumaru felt he wasn't as drunk as he wanted to be. His eyes skittered over the shelves that were supposed to hold endless amounts of liquor. Sadly, he could only make out three bottles left, and the weak stuff Izayoi drank, at that. With a sigh of regret he took out a bottle that looked to be a light red color and sat back down on the floor.
He took a swig and winced at the sweet taste. 'God, do I feel gay right now.' He thought as he downed another mouthful and sighed.
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"You're going where?" Inuyasha asked as he watched his brother direct the servants to pack various things into various cases. Sesshoumaru glanced over at the half-breed and resisted the urge to growl at him.
"Those shirts will go in that case. Those will be left here. I do not want to bother with those sets of clothing, they will stay as well." He dictated and gave a curt nod as his orders were followed. Satisfied for the moment he again looked to his half brother and sniffed disdainfully.
"Out to our country estate. Is there something wrong with wanting to get away from you and your obnoxious behavior?" Sesshoumaru stated and internally winced at the slight hint of jealousy coloring his words. However, lucky for him, Inuyasha either didn't notice or ignored it.
"You don't have to be so nasty about it. I was just asking." He mumbled as he shuffled from foot to foot. Sesshoumaru wanted to roll his eyes but held it back and instead walked out of the room and headed to the dining hall where his father and Izayoi were seated for breakfast. His father lifted his eyebrow and shuffled the paper he was reading. Sesshoumaru returned the action and sat down at his usual setting.
Izayoi looked up from her morning tea and speared him with a piercing look. "Now, Sesshoumaru, dear. Have you packed enough?" She asked in the quiet room as Inuyasha seated down as well. Sesshoumaru felt like snorting and replying with some horrible remark but held it back in respect to his step-mother and the fact that he knew that taking his bad temper out on her would land him in a world of hurt.
"Yes." He answered smoothly as he picked at his eggs.
No other comment was made as they each sank into their morning ritual. The slight coughing sound of the head butler at his right had Sesshoumaru swinging his stoic gaze to the old man.
"Your carriage awaits you, milord." He stated simply and those sitting at the table lifted their heads.
Sesshoumaru acknowledged the statement with a nod and then stood from his seat. His father and step-mother did likewise. Without waiting to see if Inuyasha would stand as well, Sesshoumaru led the procession to the front of the house. Inuyasha watched with narrowed eyes then stood and followed with slow steps. His eyes were bright, as if he were in deep thought. Sesshoumaru smirked. Let the fool wonder.
They walked down the steps and over to the carriage waiting in the turnabout. "Why are you going again?" Izayoi asked when it appeared no one else would say anything. Sesshoumaru glanced at her from the corner of his eye and then got inside his transportation. He danced with the idea of not answering, but then decided against it when his golden gaze rested on the narrowed eyes of his father.
"I feel too enclosed here." He answered simply and grit his teeth when the woman opened her mouth again. Before she could utter another syllable, questioning his activities, Sesshoumaru tapped the roof of the carriage and covered the window with the curtain when he felt it jolt forward.
He didn't relax his stiffened posture until he smelled the sweet scent of open fields and the awaiting wilderness.
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Of course, relaxation was a reason for the trip to his fathers country estate, but not the main one. It was to get away from her. It had become torture to watch her at every ball, with his brother. To sit and watch her smile, at his brother. To see her talk and laugh, with his brother. At the time, he had made the excuse that he just couldn't stand to see her acting like he wasn't there in the room, ignoring him. But now he knew. The real reason he couldn't stand seeing her, was because she couldn't be his.
It seemed that no amount of seducing could capture her attention. Even when they had sat next to each other during a formal dinner, she wouldn't say more then two words to him. She wouldn't even meet his gaze, and every time he would subtly touch her in a slightly provocative manner, she pretended it never happened. His usual techniques in wooing a woman were useless around her, and yet she fell at Inuyasha's feet at every chance she got.
What was so damn special about that whiney bastard?!
Sesshoumaru placed the bottom edge of the half empty bottle against his forehead as he leaned forward. His silvery hair fell about his face and the bottle, combined with his bangs, hid his eyes.
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Sesshoumaru scowled at the sound of his bedroom closing with a bang. It wasn't his fault the wench was unsatisfying in the ways of making love. He got out of the bed and strode over to the wardrobe doors on the far left wall. The meager light from the windows told him it was just past sunset.
His eyes swung to the clothing before him and narrowed his eyes at the selection. "Jaken!" He called softly, knowing the old man was just outside his doors. No doubt he had heard the loud bang and had assumed his "fun" was over for the night.
"Yes, milord?" The old man feebly called and Sesshoumaru fought the urge to roll his eyes.
"Get in here." He managed to grit out without his stoic voice giving any of his frustration away. The soft whoosh of the door opening quietly and then shutting just as softly had him turning around to stare at his retainer with a raised eyebrow. Jaken stood, slightly stooped due to age, before him, with a worried look on his face.
"What is the matter with you?" Sesshoumaru heard himself ask before he could stop the question.
Jaken felt his brow break out in a slight sheen of sweat and he averted his eyes from the floor to the wall near Sesshoumaru's wardrobe. The sight of his master bare as the day he was born didn't really bother him, as he was used to it by now, but the thought of his recent activities had him slightly…
Sesshoumaru raised his other eyebrow and his eyes narrowed slightly. Jaken, feeling like he was being stabbed in the head, gulped.
" I am worried about you, milord." He stated simply and hoped that the subject would be dropped. Unfortunately for him, it seemed that Sesshoumaru was in a talking kind of mood. And when I say talking, I mean interrogating.
"About what?" He asked softly.
"Er…you're…ahem…activities of late." The man servant answered quietly and winced at the slight growl coming from before him.
"What business is it of yours?" Sesshoumaru asked again and Jaken could only cringe at the anger behind his stoic tone. He gulped one more time then grabbed at what little courage he had left.
"You…" His voice left him as he glanced up to peak at Sesshoumaru's face, but when he looked away again, he found himself continuing. "You have slept with almost twelve different women in the past two weeks!" When there was only silence he continued on, without looking up, of course. "Usually I would not be worried about it, however, it seems you don't…" He trailed off in embarrassment and decided to drop it for another topic. "And the nightmares you seem to be having! Every night you call-"
"Enough! Jaken you are excused for the evening!" Sesshoumaru cut him off and Jaken's gaze shot to the angry eyes of a taiyoukai. His own eyes got wide with fright before he flew out of the room and headed down to the kitchens, where it would, most likely, be safe.
Sesshoumaru sighed and slumped against the wall. A clawed hand came up to rest against his face and Sesshoumaru realized he had lost his human disguise in his own rage. He wasn't mad at what Jaken had said, or rather, that Jaken had said it. He was mad because he was so obvious. Every woman he had encountered since his arrival had in fact been youkai. One's he had slept with before and had enjoyed their charms in the past many times.
He had not invited any into his bed the first two days of his stay, simply because there had been work to do, even out here in the country. The third day however, his thoughts on a certain someone had him wishing for respite, if only for a night. So he had invited one of his past favorites into his bed, hoping for that respite.
Even now, two weeks later, he still hoped for it! There was no rest! Her smiles, her laughter, her taunting eyes! She haunted his every thought! When he was studying documents needing his approval for his shipping company, she was there. When he sat and ate whatever was being served, she was there. Even in his dreams, she was there, taunting him.
With another uncharacteristic sigh he dropped back into the bed and allowed his tattered mind and exhausted body to fall into a deep sleep.
Jaken paced slowly up the stairs and then back down as fear took a hold of him. In his hands was a serving tray carrying a glass of warm milk. The cook had ordered him to bring it up, and no amount of arguing, begging or pleading could change the blasted woman's mind. So here he was on the staircase leading to Sesshoumaru's bedroom.
With a grimace of anticipated pain, the old youkai hobbled up the stairs and knocked softly on Lord Sesshoumaru's door.
A slight whimper met his ears.
Jaken's eyes narrowed and he slowly opened the door. It was black as pitch inside, but he could make out the figure on the bed tossing and turning. Lord Sesshoumaru…was asleep.
'And dreaming that same dream.' Jaken thought as he heard another strangled noise coming from the bed. With sad eyes the old youkai walked over to the side of the bed and placed the milk down. Just as he was turning to leave, a name left his lord's mouth. The same name that the youkai kept whispering every night.
"Kagome…"
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How stupid of him to think that leaving for a while and trying to forget her would make it all better. He had realized two days after his confrontation with Jaken that he was head over heels in love with her. With Kagome.
Unfortunately, it came too late. He laughed at the irony of the situation and set the empty bottle of Sherry down. For, the day he was packing to head home, to try to win Kagome from his brother, a letter arrived addressed to him. A letter from his step-mother. It only had twelve words, but six of them were burned into his memory for good.
Inuyasha and Kagome are getting married. Come home.
Love,
Inutaisho and Izayoi
It had been brief, he later found out, because Izayoi was rushed and wanted him home as soon as possible, so he wouldn't miss the wedding. Joy.
Sesshoumaru laughed at himself once and again. His bark of laughter was cut off, however at the short gasp coming from the doorway. His bloodshot eyes swung up and met with the beautiful shade of blue he would always love.
"Kagome…"
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KC: Erm…Hiya folks. Eheh…I KNOW!! It's been forever since I have written anything!! But I have good news! This one is almost finished and I just might finish it tomorrow!! Yay! It's incredibly short cause I know how I want to write the ending, but I don't know how to get the story there without jumping to it!! .
Please review! I will have the next chapters for Counterbalance and A Tempting Fate out as soon as possible!
Much Love,
KC