A/N: A new update! I don't know how good this one is, but I have to warn you, this one has implied sex scenes! Not very detailed, but something to occupy you dirty minds with *snicker* I so love the way Sessh reacted! It's a treat to me!
Hope you like it as much as I did writing it!
SugarOo - Thank you so much for your comments! I have to tell you something too: I adore your art! You are such a sinful woman! *hugs* Please make more of those delicious picture of yours!
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Chapter 5 – Pain
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She ran and ran, listening to the slaps of her bare feet on the wooden floor of the dark hall. She ran, barely catching her breath, her muscles aching, but never able to stop, the light in front of her becoming either very bright or very small, a feeble firefly in the night. Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to reach the end of her dream, to escape the creature that chased after her, breathing it's hot, poisonous breaths on the back of her neck. It made such grotesque hissing sounds that Kagome found herself disgusted by the mere thought of it being in her mind, though she could do nothing right now to fight against it.
"You are going to be mine, hime! You are going to die by my hands!" the slithery sounds of the high pitched voice drove her close to the edge of sanity as she tried to run faster, but not succeeding.
The light if front of her enlarged itself all of a sudden, Kagome finding the small hope in her heart blossom as her hand tried to touch it. She was so sick and tired of always running away from the beast that wanted to devour her whole, that all she wanted was to just die. Right when her fingers made it to the light, the silhouette of the last person she wanted to see appeared in front of her, her nightmare becoming even worst. Silver hair rose and shifter around his head, the same warm grin he had when he was with her plastered on his face, his golden orbs heated pools of promises. His hand was stretched in front of her, his voice echoing in the empty room, as the black, malign creature inched closer to her from behind.
"Come with me, Kagome! Come in my arms!" he told her, smiling brightly at her.
New tears, this time from both anger for this stupid vision of the man that only promised her things but never gave her the small affection any man could give a woman, and the fright that came from the thing behind her that stretched its claws to grab her and shred her to bits, slid down her face, her heart swelling along side with the pained wail in her chest. She wanted to scream so badly, but something stopped her.
"Go fuck yourself, Inuyasha! I hate you! I hate you for what you have done to me, Inuyasha!" she whispered, her palms turning into tightly clenched fists as she lowered her head. "Go to hell along side your bitch!" this time the scream ran straight through her, the vision disappearing.
'I so wish you would go to hell, not me... I wish I could have shown you what your actions had done to me... Weakening me in front of this.. this thing that I created out of the hate and remorse for you and the excessive power inside me...' she cried inside her soul, the nightmare continuing as it had always done with the black cloak of the creature capturing her crying, still form, suffocating her.
She tried battling against it, but she already knew that nothing could be done to save her from it.
'It seems the cold hearted bastard was right... I don't have what it takes...' depression squishing her soul.
She felt so empty, so alone and cold, that all she wanted was to find someone that would hold her and never let her go. No one knew with what she was battling to survive and not loose her mind. No one knew the demons in her pure, warm heart were beginning to eat at her conscience, though she still smiled, still laughed.
'So cold...' she whispered, her hands grabbing her small form, sheltering her heart from the blackness that now surrounded her.
Right when the creature launched itself at her, it's pink-reddish eyes glowing menacingly, something slashed right throw it, it's painful screech making her ears ache. Soon, the shadow disappeared and, as Kagome raised her head to look at the first being that had succeeded in killing the monstrosity in all her long life, she only felt the fluttering brush of youki on her head and arms. Nothing more, maybe just the impression of a small bump on her forehead, as if someone had told her how troublesome she was. Smiling, the dark haired miko closed her eyes, sleeping peacefully for the first time in twenty three years. She didn't know who her savior was, but, right now, she could only thank him or her for saving her. Maybe some day she will find out, though she doubted that the person in question will ever reveal itself.
-Mean while –
Struggling to keep the small onna safe in his arms as she struggled with something unknown to him, Sesshomaru scrunched up his nose in annoyance. Even when she was asleep the girl made so much trouble for him, as if the Kamis above had made her especially for him, as a permanent headache. Growling, muttering some curses under his breath, something that wasn't in his character, the not so stoic inu thought about new ways to punish his old nanny, something that would shut that damn trap of hers. But, if his mother had kept her for so long, meant that he couldn't do much about it.
Sighting, hoisting her up as she moaned in pain, her scent spicing up with the sour flavor of fear and the hot one of hatred, the tai shot his youki around her body, without noticing, his mind registered the action much too late. He had done that only once before, when his ward, now mated with a fox demon, had been on the verge of death and desperation had engulfed her small form. Now that he looked closely at the woman in his arms that had miraculously calmed down after his youki saved her from whatever had made her wiggle so much, he sow the similarities between the two. Sure, they were years apart and didn't have much in common, but, for some odd reason, Rin and Kagome were the only human females that he had ever accepted without questioning his reasons. They both were bubbly and noisy, but Kagome seemed much more tempered than his little kin.
Reaching the bathroom, the young demon Lord stopped abruptly, the corners of his mouth twitching as if something very unpleasant was about to take place. And, for some reason, he knew that something wasn't right . But he couldn't disrespect his sire's will, and didn't even want to think about confronting his ire, although he wasn't afraid of his father. He just didn't want to fight the old dog. He had too much respect for him to start something like that.
'Time has made this Sesshomaru soft... And to think that I am only six hundred years old... In inuyoukai race being... twenty eight if this Sesshomaru isn't miscalculating...' his mind drifted off as he balanced the small human in his arms with only one hand, her head resting on his shoulder as he opened the bathroom door, entering without a sound.
To his surprise, steam rose from the tub, the fresh smell of soap and shampoo making his nose itch. It wasn't overwhelming like all the other smells he had sensed on all the other females, but he was still a canine and odors like this still made him sneeze, though not often. Growling, knowing that the wicked blue haired youkai had planned this, Sesshomaru almost threw the girl into the warm water, dressed as she was only to dash after the pretty faced Yoko so he could beat her. He wasn't a violent youkai by nature as his whelp of a half-brother, but he had his own limits of tolerance, and the damn woman was trying to force him to do something that he really didn't want to do. It wasn't about Kagome, just that he didn't want to do it.
But her face nuzzling his neck as her hands encircled his shoulders drew his attention back to the girl at hand. He will have to finish this quickly and without awakening her, or she will think him a pervert like the stupid moron that had obviously did something to her. Sitting on the closed toilet lid, Sesshomaru turned Kagome with her back against his chest as his claws tried not to rip her obi as he undressed her. He got that away, throwing it in the opposite direction of his current position, in a pile of towels that he had previously used that day next to the door. Now came the tricky part: as he untied the small strings that held her haori together, he had to be really gentle when he had to take it off of her.
'This is so troublesome! Why did I have to do this?' he wondered, but never stopped his actions as the flat of his hand pushed her back gently, holding her close but away from his chest so he could take the piece of cloth off of her.
As her white haori flew away from them, Sesshomaru pondered on what do to next: should he take off her nagajuban or hakama? If he rushed too much with her under-kimono she could wake up, but he didn't want to take off the pants just yet. Sighting, feeling like some perverse teenager that had never undressed someone before, the frown emerged once more, his somewhat dark eyebrows almost uniting as he decided on taking off her simple nagajuban. As that came off, the young woman turned her head upwards, her head resting on his collarbone, her full pink lips slightly parted as if she expected someone to come and kiss her.
His golden orbs stopped, enraptured, on the small pieces of flesh offered so innocently to him. But, the vision of his blasted father leaving his mother for a human female and coming back with the stupid hanyo made his mind steel itself as he resumed his task. He didn't want to copulate with a ningen, no mater who that female was. It was just wrong. He would not fall so low as to do that!
But, as he took off her hakama, and her tabi, Sesshomaru found himself staring at her milky skin. It wasn't white as he first thought, but the color of caramel dipped with milk. She was so small compared to what he had previously envisioned from her costumes and large dresses that, seeing her only in her bra and panties made him change his opinions all together. Round and delicate shoulders, long shapely legs, dandy arms and feet, but muscular at the same time, long delicate fingers, flat stomach, round and firm breasts, she was just beautiful. She didn't have a big chest, but her round, curved bottom made her look quite irresistible. She didn't need to have her chest as big as that cousin of hers, nor did she need to loose weight as he knew she often thought of, she was just the type he liked, not that it matter, he slapped himself mentally.
Hoisting her up, turning her around in his lap, Sesshomaru made her rest her head back on his shoulder, her back leaned back on his biceps, his palm on her stomach, her arms lying, limply on her lap. Gently, using his knee to make her bottom rise, the demon dog pulled her panties away with his free hand, throwing them to the pile in the far end, and then unclasping her bra, he forced himself not to look at her. He was so sure that he will be able to do this, that, when he lowered her into the water, he found himself in trouble, her hands holding him by the neck and not wanting to let go, as she moaned in pleasure. Now what was he going to do?
Growling in desperation, her scent invading his nose at full force, the water not covering her firm breasts from his greedy beast's eyes, the tai tried to find the quickest way to get out of this. But there was none, especially when she was pulling him in the water along side her.
'Even when she's fast asleep she causes more trouble to this Sesshomaru than when she is awake!' he thought bitterly as he took off his tabi, haori and nagajuban in mere seconds, his hakama fallowing soon after, though he pondered a bit about taking his boxers off too or not.
Seeing that the priestess was as dangerous as her smell made her out to be, he decided to leave them on, as protection for both her and himself. All but jumping into the hot water with the woman in his arms, nuzzling at his chest, Sesshomaru just soaked there for a few minutes, just watching her. He liked watching beautiful things, and she made no exception. Huffing, combing his clawed fingers through her still tied hair, Sesshomaru freed her tresses and soaked her form further, lowering himself into the water more. She was such a troublesome girl, though he had to admit, her skin felt wonderful against his. But he beat that voice down to a pulp right after it emitted such things. He didn't need this!
Grabbing the sponge from its place, the demon Lord soaped it till it was so full with the smelly substance that he felt his nose itch. Washing her back and arms with care, he soon found himself in trouble again: how could he turn her around so he could wash her front too? Using his hips to rotate them in the water, he grabbed her right arm and pulled it gently from around his neck. Rubbing her breasts with the quite abrasive sponge, Sesshomaru stopped short when a strangled moan escaped the dark haired miko's lips, her own hips pumping forward into his own, touching his awakening member without knowing. Grinning, the sponge forgotten, the Lord of the West pinched one of the taunt nipples between his fingers, listening to her whimper and buckle against him, under the water. He was one sadistic demon, he had to admit, but her face was more than priceless, making him want her, against his better judgment. When his hand lowered itself to play with the pearl between her legs as she almost screamed in pleasure, that was when he snapped back to his old self, founding his mouth on her collar bone, sucking at her skin and licking her in the most sensual way.
Slapping his forehead, Sesshomaru got out of the water, leaving her there, moaning for him, as he grabbed a towel to dry her with. Pulling her up, he didn't expect what came next. When her legs encircled his hips in a vice grip, as she grind against him, he couldn't suppress the deep moan that escaped his lips as her mouth attached itself to his rapid pulse, sucking at it. Was she awake? Her smell didn't say that to him, just that she was way too aroused by his presence. His hands twitching at her sides, his back pressed against the cold wall, but not feeling it, the dai raised his head, giving her access to his neck unconsciously, as she continued to rub her dripping core against the straining fabric of his boxers. Groaning in pleasure, unable to stop her for some reason, drugged by her arousal, the inuyoukai watched her with half lidded eyes, only to notice that she was looking at him, her eyes only slits. As his eyes widened, thinking that she was awake, Kagome raised herself, locking lips with the stoic inu, her tongue swiping on his full lower lip, trying to get access to his mouth. That was when he stopped her, though he knew that she wasn't awake, that only a part of her wanted this. He for one, as hard as he was now, stiffer than he ever remembered being, was more than glad to pound into her, though his still sane part was gaining control rapidly over his mind and body. Barely breathing, huffing and puffing hot air, the inuyoukai wrapped the towel around her form and walked out of the bathroom, staggering, his erection making his lower region feel like it was on fire.
After he put her in bet, without dressing her, the tall male walked out and rushed into his own room. Her smell was more than enough to make him go back, but he wanted to avoid any and all temptations. Flopping, face first into his bed, the gorgeous piece of ass called Sesshomaru knew for sure that he will not be able to sleep that night, the image of her clean and hairless sex, plus the one of her whole body burning his mind. Sure, he could relieve the ache he felt between his legs, but he wanted not too.
As her Lord struggled between fulfilling his needs and keeping his sanity intact, the small blue haired inuyoukai giggled, entering the guest room where the priestess was laying, her small form even smaller on the queen sized bed, between the red, silken sheets.
"I never knew you could do that, my Lady Kagome!" said Yoko, her black eyes shining violet in the dark room as she dressed the miko with a large T-shirt and shorts, something she had took out of her room that day, thanks to her mother's want and assistance.
The girl didn't seem to cling to her at all as she had done to her sire, though she knew that all too well. His pheromones were reacting to her own and hers were reacting to his, their scents combined being the most exquisite smell she had ever felt in her life, since she had become Lady Yukishio's maid. But, alas, the taiyoukai didn't even want to consider having her, though she knew that at one point, the love she felt coming constantly from Kagome would enrapture not only the miko, who by the way, was attracted by the tall male, but the icy figure of her pup's heart too. It was such a great love story! She wanted to watch it bloom and evolve!
"No... Not there..." the small woman giggled, moaning right after, hiding her face into the pillow.
"Well... You two will forever argue and fight, and above all, the hate you feel for each other will only be conquered when one of you will be in danger... You won't stand to be apart from this moment on..." whispered Yoko, her mind flying back to the time her Lord Shinosamu was obligated to train with a miko like his son was right now.
He wasn't able to defeat the hate in the miko's heart and she had died a horrible death right after the InuTashio had gone back to his mate. She just hoped that the curse that had fallen on this small black haired human's head won't come true, because, if it did, when her heart will be broken by the one she trusted, then another war would sprung to life, millions of beings dying because of her enraged powers. That was the curse of the warrior miko: she either found someone strong enough to help her tame her powers and heart, and stayed with that person, or she will die, trying to stop the war that had come from her broken heart. What was worse was that this small onna in front of her was much stronger than the miko that had trained with her Lord so many years ago.
Sighting, Yoko exited the room, her eyes loosing their playful light for a couple of seconds. What will happen with them? What will they choose? She was only going to stand and watch, rushing her pup forward until he would forget his father's mistakes and do what was right for himself. Because no other woman deserved to be with them. She, for one, didn't approve a single female from the ones he had showed his father and mother.
'And I even told him!' she huffed, crossing her arms and eying his door suspiciously.
He was such a stubborn pup! But she will tame him! She will make him understand that not all things required that emptiness of emotion he was so proud of showing the others. Grinning from ear to ear, the blue haired inu looked from one door to the other.
'I think I will cuff this two stubborn idiots together! The stupid half-breed didn't deserve her one bit!' she mussed, thinking back on the day she had met the young miko for the first time.
She was such a pure and innocent child. She had liked her from the first moment she had laid eyes on her. But that was a story for another time. Right now she had to decide what she will be: a side character or should she implicate herself to the max, creating more opportunities for the two to be together. Shrugging, she decided to wait and see. Plus, it was more funny this way!