Chapter 37
Life around the palace was really boring yesterday and all I did was sleep and eat. Even Shippo had plans to do. I was so lonely.
Though I have only been here for five days, I have learned a lot about the Royal family. Nami is a quiet demoness who wants her family to live happy lives. Lord Inutaisho is confusing for he shows love for his wife but his eyes get a far away look that say, "I wish I was with..." Inuyasha has deep love for Kikyou and isn't afriad to show it although Kikyou seems to like to keep her personal separate from her social life. Sesshoumaru is...
Sesshoumaru is...
Sesshoumaru is...
Sesshoumaru is a mystery.
He reminds of the stars of the sky sometimes he is so far away but other times he shines brighter than them all. There is something in his eyes when he looks at me that I cannot explain; resentment, guilt, anger, disgust, indegistion! Why in the seven Hells is he so damn hard to figure out? I mean he is emotionless ninety-eight percent of the time that I see him. I still don't understand why he put me in that damn dungeon! Why did he bring Shippo to me? Why did he apologized? Damn it all!
However today was different today I sparred with Lord Sesshoumaru! I still have my doubts about what happened. I decided to explore the castle some more, so I wondered around for a couple of hours before coming to this giant wooden door. Curiosity got the best of me and I pushed the door open.
Hundreds of weapons lined the right wall. There were katanas, scythes, staffs, sais, and many types of throwing knifes. I was in all but then I felt it. I felt a pulling to one of the weapons; it was calling me.
I walked to the wall of weapons ignoring all my other surroundings completely. Then there it was. It had a beautiful golden hilt and fancy cross-guard of swirls and designs. The scabbard was a simple black with a gold locket and chape. I learned a lot about katanas from Kaede when she taught her students. I still remember all her lessons.
"Choosing a katana is like choosing a mate; the wrong one can betray you in the end."
I walked towards the sword but it kept getting farther and farther away but I still walked. I was about to reach it when he spoked.
"What are you doing?"
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'I saw the onna walk in. She was obliviously to her surroundings so I remained where I stood. She walked further into the room towards the weapons wall. I could tell that her focused remained on the sword on the wall.'
Yes, that katana is beautiful like her!
'Perhaps."
Perhaps, my pale ass! Yesterday you threw out all the concubines in your harem
because they couldn't compare to Kagome.
'I was tired of them,' Sesshoumaru depends.
Horse shit! You want her!
Instead of replying, Sesshoumaru decides that Kagome has ignored his presence long enough.
"What are you doing?"
Kagome is taken by surprise and is snapped out her daze.
"I am sorry, milord but I was drawn to the sword."
"It is a magnificent sword. I have a proposition for you."
"Yes."
"I will let you have the sword if you spar with me and pin me."
Kagome's eyes widen considerably with the news. Her eyes revert to
Sesshoumaru and then to the sword a number of times before she speaks.
"You have a deal."
Kagome continued to put a little more energy into each attack; she wanted him to
hurt. However, Sesshoumaru danced around her with grace that she found
annoying but you would never know that since her face was emotionless.
Kagome would land a couple of hits every now and then but Sesshoumaru would
just dance around.
'He's having fun,' Kagome notices.
Kagome had enough and threw her sword at him; she threw Daisuke at him!
Sesshoumaru was quite taken back when she threw the sword at him and decided
that the time has come to end this little spar. He noticed that she has done this out
of angry and is not thinking clearly. Her body is glistening in sweat, her chest is
heaving up and down, and her hair is all over her head. She looks beautiful; her eyes full
of fiery.
Sesshoumaru uses a little demon speed to pin Kagome to the dojo floor.
"Get off of me," she screams and struggles.
Sesshoumaru pays no heed to her demand and holds her still with her wrists in his
hands with is above her head. Her wrists are so small that they both fit into one of his
hands.
Eventually Kagome stops struggling when the exhaustion sets in and she realizes
that she has lost.
'I wasn't supposed to lose.'
"You can have Daisuke, Kagome. You have proven yourself worthy to me."
Kagome rests her head on her side; not facing Sesshoumaru.
"I do want your pity," she spat with venom laced within her words.
"You misunderstand; you have proven yourself by fighting me. Must would have
backed down before the fight even begun but you held your own despite my
upbringing. I admire that."
"Then why?" asked through clenched teeth.
He knew what she was referring to; he was waiting for her to ask.
"I once said that I would only mate a female if she is able to confront me and not submit. I needed a female who is able to remain by my side despite the criticism and crude remarks that nobles might say. I knew that I would never find a female like that since they are usually bred to be submissive but then came you. You were that female."
Sesshoumaru takes the time to turn Kagome's head with his bended index finger. He looks deep into her jade eyes with his own amber.
'No silver.'
Kagome's eyes soften a bit and held her eyes with his.
"You spoke to me like I was a commoner and you were the Royal despite our clothing. There was no fear in your eyes when you spoke to me or walk away. No one has ever done an action so bold. You had to be false so I threw you in the dungeon and had you tortured. I wanted you to break because you had to be false! I wanted him to break of you and even when I ordered that you're virginity be left alone, he did it anyway! I was sure that you broken beyond repair and my other side took over."
"Reason?"
"Yes," chuckling slightly at the name, "He wanted you to heal and knew that I wanted you to heal also. When we went with my family into the gardens, I was sure that you were broken but the look in your eyes said everything. You talked back to me still. I admire that, Kagome. Then your accuracy on how many homeless subjects in Edo astonished me as well. I do not understanding the feelings in which I am accustomed to when I am with you. But I can tell you that I feel content, despite my outward appearance, wanting you, all of you, and I never want you to leave my side. I do not expect for you to forgive me now but maybe one day you can."
Sesshoumaru rises off Kagome and walks away. However, Kagome remains on the floor thinking about what just happened.
'Could he have meant what he said?'
'It could have been a trick.'
'But there was no silver in his eyes.'
'Maybe I could be happy with him.'
'Why does he deserve happiness when he took away my virginity? I am classified as no higher than a low priced whore!'
'But there was no silver.'
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"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
Be aware, little Kagome, that just because we believe that they is a devil does that mean that He makes us do bad things.
I can do bad things on my own. I can do very bad things."
The figure once again, like all the other times, disappears in the shadows that hide the wickedness and the evils that be.
Kagome's entry writings remain on her desk in her chambers. Golden eyes peer through its pages with interest and some rage. The eyes are scanning the pages with vigor and haste.
Kagome remains in the garden playing 'chase' with Shippo. Her joyful eyes shine in the morning sun as it rises on the horizon. The promise of a new day is shown and the darkness of the night is vanquished for the time being. The rays play off of Kagome's skin and she laughs and run through the garden.
During her play, the eyes continued to read searching for something, anything valuable. The eyes continue to search the pages; it was amazing what a female could write in a little amount of time. There were at least fifty pages of thoughts, talking about her childhood and her time her including her time in the dungeons.
Then the eyes stopped moving and the hands stopped turning pages. There it was as clear as day, written in her little handwriting, the very words that will deliver her his as only his.