WARNING: LIMES DO NOT READ IF UNDER 17!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Inuyasha...sigh...
A/N: Chapter 20 and 21 are short on this version, because they contain lemons on other sites rated for NC17. This story can be read without them, though. There is some lime included, however, so be forewarned.
Again, thank you for all the reviews. It has been wonderful the support I have received for this story. If you have any helpful advice, hints, or interesting plot twists, I more than welcome them. Thank you very much!!!
Chapter Twenty-One (Chaos)
Her whispered touch on his wounded arm roused him, and he woke with a startled hiss. His eyes flashed red for a moment as he growled in reaction. Her softly exploring fingers whipped back away from the maimed stump of his arm, and SesshouMaru controlled his biting anger. He stared at the girl with narrowed eyes, wanting her to tell him why she had touched the very symbol of his defeat.
Big brown eyes, starred with tears, stared at him with compelling sadness. "I'm sorry." She whispered against his chest, before she bowed her head, her bangs hiding her expression from him.
SesshouMaru's arm tightened around the little miko before he used the claws of his one, intact hand to pull her chin up so he could stare more deeply into her soul. She was unlike anything he had ever known. She, who had feared and defied him, who he was using as merely an instrument of revenge to humiliate his overly proud and possessive hanyou brother, was apologizing to him, expressing her sadness and pity at his loss.
He hated pity. He despised it. But, disturbingly, not from her...
................................................................ A/N: Sometimes later, in the bathing pool attached to his rooms... .................................................................
She was exhausted, and merely murmured sleepily as he kissed her soft cheek. His long, white hair clung to his back and shoulders, the ends swirling in the flow of gentle waters. He watched with awakened wonder as the flow of water circled their hair together, black and white, to blend and mix under the waters. His tail curled under her, supporting her as his clawed fingers touched the soft white skin, flicking over stomach and breast to trace the slowly pinkening mark of his possession. The crescent- shaped wound was healing, losing the angry welt to softly scar the white skin. He kissed it, his soul oddly touched with need as he gazed in wonder at the girl cradled to him.
"Kagome." Her name was whispered across her skin, his mouth forming the unfamiliar syllables with wonder. His need had a name, and it was beautiful to him.
Dark lashes fluttered on pale cheeks, and a soft sigh wrapped around him and pulled at his long-buried soul. His head bowed over hers, the heavy ends of his silver-white hair clinging in a curtain over her soft cheeks. A small hand came up to brush at the white hair, and he caught a glimpse of vague brown eyes before her delicate lashes closed once more.
She murmured, warmth filling her voice before her eyes closed in exhausted sleep. His ears perked, waiting to hear the single word she spoke so softly.
"InuYasha..."
SesshouMaru froze.
Red rage erupted inside him, and he could feel her rejection of him down to the very being of his soul.
"You are only InuYasha's whore." He snarled at her, the rage uncontrolled and burning with a need to hurt her as she had him. "See what good you are to him now."
He flung the words at the sobbing girl, turning and speeding his way from the room, loathing the rage and sadness warring within his chaotic mind.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Inuyasha...sigh...
A/N: Chapter 20 and 21 are short on this version, because they contain lemons on other sites rated for NC17. This story can be read without them, though. There is some lime included, however, so be forewarned.
Again, thank you for all the reviews. It has been wonderful the support I have received for this story. If you have any helpful advice, hints, or interesting plot twists, I more than welcome them. Thank you very much!!!
Chapter Twenty-One (Chaos)
Her whispered touch on his wounded arm roused him, and he woke with a startled hiss. His eyes flashed red for a moment as he growled in reaction. Her softly exploring fingers whipped back away from the maimed stump of his arm, and SesshouMaru controlled his biting anger. He stared at the girl with narrowed eyes, wanting her to tell him why she had touched the very symbol of his defeat.
Big brown eyes, starred with tears, stared at him with compelling sadness. "I'm sorry." She whispered against his chest, before she bowed her head, her bangs hiding her expression from him.
SesshouMaru's arm tightened around the little miko before he used the claws of his one, intact hand to pull her chin up so he could stare more deeply into her soul. She was unlike anything he had ever known. She, who had feared and defied him, who he was using as merely an instrument of revenge to humiliate his overly proud and possessive hanyou brother, was apologizing to him, expressing her sadness and pity at his loss.
He hated pity. He despised it. But, disturbingly, not from her...
................................................................ A/N: Sometimes later, in the bathing pool attached to his rooms... .................................................................
She was exhausted, and merely murmured sleepily as he kissed her soft cheek. His long, white hair clung to his back and shoulders, the ends swirling in the flow of gentle waters. He watched with awakened wonder as the flow of water circled their hair together, black and white, to blend and mix under the waters. His tail curled under her, supporting her as his clawed fingers touched the soft white skin, flicking over stomach and breast to trace the slowly pinkening mark of his possession. The crescent- shaped wound was healing, losing the angry welt to softly scar the white skin. He kissed it, his soul oddly touched with need as he gazed in wonder at the girl cradled to him.
"Kagome." Her name was whispered across her skin, his mouth forming the unfamiliar syllables with wonder. His need had a name, and it was beautiful to him.
Dark lashes fluttered on pale cheeks, and a soft sigh wrapped around him and pulled at his long-buried soul. His head bowed over hers, the heavy ends of his silver-white hair clinging in a curtain over her soft cheeks. A small hand came up to brush at the white hair, and he caught a glimpse of vague brown eyes before her delicate lashes closed once more.
She murmured, warmth filling her voice before her eyes closed in exhausted sleep. His ears perked, waiting to hear the single word she spoke so softly.
"InuYasha..."
SesshouMaru froze.
Red rage erupted inside him, and he could feel her rejection of him down to the very being of his soul.
"You are only InuYasha's whore." He snarled at her, the rage uncontrolled and burning with a need to hurt her as she had him. "See what good you are to him now."
He flung the words at the sobbing girl, turning and speeding his way from the room, loathing the rage and sadness warring within his chaotic mind.