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Promised
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The miko had soothed and coaxed, enduring the hanyou bride long enough to smooth the ruffled feathers from her earlier actions. Afterward, guiding Shiori outside back to the reception before returning to her own table - as if the whole thing had been nothing more than two friends spending time in the bathroom 'catching up'.
"My beloved! You've been gone awhile..." Bankotsu beamed at her, withdrawing his arm from another female guest with whom he'd been flirting and fondling with at the table.
Kagome gave him a sarcastic smile, taking his offered hand she settled into the seat and they resumed the festivities. She had had her fun with Naraku and Shiori couldn't have interrupted them at a more perfect timing. Now settling into the table, she resumed her position. Playing into the submissive role that Bankotsu expect her to be, his doll and obedient little pet that's when she noticed Sesshoumaru at the table.
Kagome cursed the fact that Sesshomaru was seated at the same table she was. But she noticed that he was not with a date, which surprised her. She secretly wondered if it had anything to do with her?
Nevertheless the miko avoided making eye contact with the DaiYokai, submitting herself into her position as Bankotsu's toy. Because she knew he liked it that way when they were out in public. His 'image' as a womanizer or whatnot seemed so hard to drop for him and she could never understand why. But once again he'd dressed her in the most exquisite outfit. Making sure she looked her best to show the world that she - the most desired, exquisite maiden was in fact, his and only his - no matter how many wanted her – and lusted after her.
But despite all of that he still openly flirted with other women. She always hated when he did that, but really did she have much of a choice or say on the matter. Her whole life - financially and emotionally depended on him. Like that wasn't enough of a 'ball and chain' she was now, wearing a very exclusive diamond engagement ring. And if Sesshomaru had taken a notice to her ring, he gave no signs of it. And she made no effort to conceal the fact that her face was on fire with resentment and embarrassment watching Bankotsu act so freely with the other women at the table.
"What kept you beloved?" Bankotsu continued his questioning with a facile voice.
"Shiori and I lost track of time in the ladies room." She lied without an ounce of guilt, completely omitting her little 'romp' with Shiori's groom.
Kagome hoped that her face wasn't flamed with the knowledge of her deceit.
"Ah, female chitter-chatter." Bankotsu commented taking a sip of his champagne.
"Strange, I was there just there a while ago and I didn't see you or Shiori," one of the girls sitting next to Bankotsu commented.
Picking up her glass of champagne the miko sipped it slowly then lowering the glass she glared at the woman before speaking.
"It seemed as though someone had left the garbage at our table, instead of taking it out to its proper place - the dumpster." Kagome retorted raising her eyelids at the woman who in return gave her a look of shock and horror for her outrageous comment.
"Oooohh, you….you…" Fuming, the woman got up and tried to lunge forward at Kagome, but she was quickly yanked down by Bankotsu and was given a warning look from him.
So the woman swallowed her ire, gave Kagome a glare and sat back into her seat. But that didn't mean her body did not trembled with fury even if she did not make an attempt of another verbal confrontation.
Sesshomaru sat silently watching his miko in the midst of the table, while Bankotsu had swarms of girls - some had even come over from the other tables - surrounding him, openly flirting away.
Needless to say, the relationship between the miko and Bankotsu, confused him. He had noticed her wearing a diamond solitaire on her finger - which he knew in human terms meant that she was to be his; his future wife; his fiancé. However with Bankotsu, Sesshomaru could never tell if it was real or another game that the man was playing with the miko. He had after all, had three supposed 'fiancés' before Kagome. Tried as he might, he couldn't take his eyes away from Kagome and fought not to stare. But he didn't deny himself more than a few glances. Furthermore, each time that his golden ambers laid themselves upon the exquisite being, the DaiYokai wanted to touch her and to taste her again. He wanted to make his dreams a reality by making love to her for hours, until they were too exhausted to move.
And then he wanted to make her all his.
Kagome, ignoring Bankotsu's gold-digging whores, glanced over and caught the DaiYokai looking at her from the corner of his eyes. Lifting her drink she sipped it slowly, zoning out the sounds of the giggling girls near Bankotsu. Pretending that she did not noticed that Sesshomaru was paying attention to her.
She shut her eyes fighting against the emotion welling up inside of her. She was angry with Bankotsu actions which she could not show. She was nervous sitting at the same table with a man that she'd had countless detailed erotic dreams about.
The miko continued to be indifferent to the fact that Bankotsu's hand was rubbing up and down on one of the girl's thighs, and through her very high slit dress. She pretended that she was invisible; she pretended that all of it, the party, the girls, Sesshomaru and Bankotsu's disregard for her feelings didn't matter. That it didn't affect her at all, but by damn-it she was still human and it DID affect her.
She was sitting next to the man she was engaged to, being disrespected as a woman in front of a crowded room. While he continually told her how much he loves her. She wanted to disappear right then and there.
Perhaps he had known about her flirting with Naraku? And this was his way of getting back at her? Surely, he couldn't have known about the erotic dreams she's had - and continue to have - about Sesshomaru?
Kagome closed her eyes for a second, pushing the solemn thoughts out of her head. It didn't seem to have helped her at all.
When Kagome's eyelids lifted it naturally drifted toward the DaiYokai who was staring directly into her soul. Was it her imagination or did it seem like for a second there he knew what she was doing?
Quickly shifting her gaze, Kagome stared at the opulence that surrounded her. It seemed so meaningless, to sit in such an exquisite Hall, wearing the most expensive custom made gown, and adorned with millions in jewelry.
But her heart was as empty as space itself.
What she wouldn't do to be in a hut in the middle of a forest surrounded by nothing but – peace. Away from everyone that caused her pain, she'd gladly give her life for that.
"Oh Bankotsu, you shouldn't, not in front of your lovely fiancee," the same girl from earlier sneered. Kagome knew the woman was trying to goad her.
The miko sipped her champagne without responding this time.
Looking over at Kagome, Bankotsu smiled at her.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my beloved?" he asked.
"I am, very much so.....my love," Kagome hissed through semi-clenched teeth with a breathtaking smile.
"See, she's fine. Why, she doesn't care for what I do," Bankotsu teased.
"I'd like to get some fresh air." Kagome said rising from her seat again; but strong fingers wrapped themselves around her upper arms, halting any further movements from the miko.
"Don't make me wait too long this time," Bankotsu said with a smirk.
Returning a sarcastic smile at him, Kagome freed her arm from his grasp.
"Of course," she replied offering him a gentle bow. Turning from him, and began walking away.
Kagome made her way out toward the large outside garden.
The evening weather was warm and unusually humid, and the night pulsed with exhilaration as dozens of guests cheered and laughed. Enjoying themselves from such an exquisite event.
Wandering as far from the crowd of guests, servers, and wedding attendants, Kagome found herself in a patio in a flourishing landscape. The only lighting provided for her to see where the steps leading her, where soft moon and star lights from the dark blanketed sky. The image of Bankotsu with the other females flashed through her mind once again and she stifled a groan of anger. Kagome could feel the tears fighting their way behind her eyes, and she inhaled deeply to stop them from emerging. Kagome couldn't risk looking sloppy or emotional in front of people who were important to Bankotsu.
"It can't be fun for you in there." His deep voice resonated through every fiber in her being. Kagome didn't need to turn around to know whom the sexual baritone belonged to.
"Do not presume to know me, I am enjoying myself thoroughly." She lied again, walking further away from him.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Kagome pulled air into her lungs on a slow inhalation.
This was dangerous and she'd known it before she left the table - without a doubt in her mind that he would follow her outside. The idea of meeting him outside away from others was risky, especially if Bankotsu were to find out. She would have hell to pay if he found out, and the realization of that should have repulsed her. But instead, the adrenaline of it urged her on.
"Hn," Sesshomaru could feel her angst pulsating off her meager form. She was exquisite, so rare, so unique, and so frail, so delicate – yet utterly dangerous. They were out alone and away from everyone, leaving everything about her for him to desire. "You shouldn't have to put up with that," he remarked softly.
"I am his property, he owns me; I have no choice," Kagome answered without turning to look at him.
In his eyes she shone like the brightest star, and Sesshomaru couldn't bear the pain in her voice.
Without warning he encircled his arms around her, spooning her from behind giving her a long supportive hug. An action he never thought was possible for him.
He didn't usually operate this way, on such a personal level. He was always cold, calculating, and some had even considered him brutal. Nothing ever touched the distant and silent DaiYokai.
Nothing but the miko.
All the time that passed between them separated from her, he couldn't forget her.
He couldn't stop wanting her.
His body making contact with hers now, jolted erotic sensations through him - he wanted her. Sparks ignited whenever he touched her making it so thrilling to be near her. They shared such a physical affinity and she'd connected that with his emotions somehow; something he presumed that only the luckiest of people could ever achieve. Yet she and him were not lovers; only dreamers of such an act.
Somehow, that brief meeting at the New Year's party and the short rendezvous on top the roof, she had managed to find his vulnerable spot and wedged herself deeply into his soul. They were so compatible, so attuned, and he was reckless enough to want her as his mate – even though she was not Yokai. He'd do anything, risk everything if he could have her.
Sesshomaru leaned forward burying his face in the nape of her neck; inhaling her for all that she was worth. Kagome didn't protest, instead she leaned her head back into his shoulder, laying her cheek on his broad chest; returning his embrace, Kagome placed her hands on top of his.
"We shouldn't be doing this." Kagome whispered, as if trying to convince herself. "If he…"
"Miko," Sesshomaru silenced her in a tighter embrace. 'You belong to no one but this Sesshomaru.'
He wanted to tell her, but somehow found his vocal chords absent. Kagome slowly took his hands off her body, and turned to face him.
"You need to forget about this silly little miko my Dai," she pleaded softly. The sound of her voice was so vibrant, so alluring it was difficult for him to concentrate.
"This Sesshomaru wants nothing to do with that," he answered.
Her face suddenly changed, the soft countenance replaced by harsh demeanor. Whipping her head around, Kagome crossed her arms across her chest.
"Do you realize how ridiculous you sound?"
Grabbing her arms, he whipped her to face him. "Do you deny your feelings for this Sesshomaru?"
Kagome scoffed, peeling his hand off her arm one finger at a time.
"Feelings Sesshomaru? You think that I have feelings for you?" When he said nothing, her bitter laughter filled his sensitive ears filtering through the humid night sky. "You're too easy a target, it's almost pathetic Sesshomaru." She said with disgust.
"Stop lying to yourself miko," the DaiYokai said, his voice a soothing, sonorous baritone that tickled her innards.
Her hand reached up and began caressing his cheek as she facetiously spoke.
"Oh, my dear Dai, you are even more pathetic than I had anticipated. This has all been a game for me, don't you understand?" Tip-toeing she brought her face a mere inch from him. "You are just another pawn to entertain my time Sesshomaru, there are no feelings that I harbor for you. Never had, never will."
She'd expected him to look wounded, angry perhaps enough to give up on pursuing her. But instead his lips curved on his handsome face, smiling a predator's smile. His golden eyes danced under the moonlit night. With the grace of a leopard, he took one step and his body was pressed against her. Kagome began to back away and he attacked, moving forward, hearing – feeling the nervous beating of her heart.
"You may be within Bankotsu's grasp miko but you were never his, and you will never be. And it doesn't matter what you tell yourself, you know your heart belongs to this Sesshomaru." He moved quickly, grasping the back of her neck.
With clawed fingers he traced her neck where his mark would have been if he'd truly had bitten her those nights ago. Sesshomaru's eyes danced with lust as he stared at the pulsating vein, throbbing, thrusting with each pump of her heart, flooding the blood across her body.
Watching his eyes leering over the nape of her neck, Kagome could only imagine what the Dai had in mind.
'He's not serious, is he?' The miko thought to herself. No way, he would really want to mate her, why, he hardly knew her! And even so, he should know better of the consequences that would bestow upon him. She is after all, the 'property' of someone else!
The touch of his fingers, the heat of his breath floating across her skin, burned hotter than the humid air of the night. It was then at that moment that Kagome realized what Kaede had meant with the Dai. She had fallen too easily for him.
Often, she would be in command, always in charge of her feelings, and in control of the situation. The male would always be was under her spell, not the other way around – not like this. Kagome forced her desires to subside, to succumb under her command. She wasn't going to throw herself into his arms, and she wasn't going to throw her life in his hands. Furthermore, she could not damn mankind into the devastation that was Hell.
No, the fate of the whole world rested upon her shoulders.
How she wished she could just sink into the ground!
The pressure was unbearable!! The tightness in her chest was a slow building pressure that felt like she was going to explode from the inside out, and spontaneously combust.
"You know nothing of my heart Sesshoumaru!!" With that Kagome whipped her head, flicking her hair against his face and began to stride away from him.
"Tell me, miko, if you truly are is property why hasn't he taken you?" He asked, wrapping his fingers about her arm before she could walk to far from him.
She turned around, her eyes flickering in alarm at his question. No doubt she knew what he meant and no doubt that he somehow had been able to sniff out the fact that she was a virgin. Bankotsu had never touched her that way, nor has any other man.
Damn, dog Yokai, she cursed him silently before she continued on with the battle of wills.
First Kagome got a hold of herself, and put herself back into gear. She smiled a seductive one at him… "My dear Dai, you seemed to have missed the news lately haven't you?" she asked as she traced the tip of her nails around his lips, his eyes following the route of her fingers. His baffled silence of confusion made her laugh.
She rose higher on her feet, so that her lips were almost touching the tip of his earlobe.
"How much would you pay to have me in your bed Sesshomaru? Fuck me anyway you wanted, how you wanted for as long as you want?" her whispers across his earlobe made his skin prickle with desires.
His white face became even icier as he encircled his fingers about her, pulling her to face him. Sesshomaru looked directly into her eyes, searching for answers – meanings to what in the world she was talking about. The great CEO found his voice lost, trapped in the depth of the pits of his guts. He was lost in confusion but more so in his anger. His anger rose towards her for toying with him, denying them of what could be.
What should be.
"What are you talking about?!" He demanded swallowing the anger first, trying to figure out what she meant. Completely forgetting about the diamond ring on her finger.
Again that laugh that made him want to pin her to the ground and fuck her senseless so that she'd drop the little charade came from her once more.
"Aww poor puppy…" she taunted, turning her bottom lip out to a pout. "Isn't it obvious?" she gave him a wry look then. "Bankotsu hasn't touched me because my virginity should fetch him a nice bank account. Not to mention, he's sick and twisted and gets enjoyment, as he watches me writhe with sexual frustration."
"You are wearing a promise ring, you are promised to be his..." He pointed out and she only shrugged briefly glancing at ring and then twirled it between her fingers as if it was nothing special at all.
"If you know Bankotsu, you should know that he loves money above all else."
"You're not fucking serious." Of course he knew she wasn't serious, but he was convinced nonetheless.
"Oh but I am Sesshomaru. As a matter of fact," Kagome leaned into him again, lowering her voice to a dangerous tone. "I've heard that a certain Mr. Touga Tashio has already wagered a hefty sum, along with explicit details as where he wants me. Hmm…I wonder, is that the same Tashio family name as the one standing before me?" She mocked him.
"Ridiculous," he replied in a low savage voice.
"Perhaps you should find this 'Touga Tashio' and ask him yourself, if he's not related to you." She watched as his frown deepened.
"My father," he hissed trying real hard to keep his voice down. "Already has his woman. He knows nothing of you, and would never desert his beloved Izayoi for any woman. Even you, miko" He wanted to believe his words, but the quavering in his voice led him to believe otherwise.
"On the contrary Sesshomaru, I do know your father. As a matter of fact, we got to know each other quite well at the cottage a week ago when he was there to discuss business with Bankotsu's father. And if I remember correctly," Kagome began to pace delicately around the Dai. "He has a scar that almost looks like an S somewhere…." Her fingers roamed his body teasingly, running her finger up the side of his leg, resting near his inner thigh. "Here" she said at last as she pressed hard at the spot where she remembered seeing the scar before. Her fingers were now at the inside of his thigh, just a few inches away from his scrotum.
Sesshomaru almost growled aloud with fury. Without warning, the Dai pressed her against one of the pillars; he was gentle even though he had moved with lightning speed. With one palm pressed firmly in place against the pillar, the other grasping tightly around her waist Sesshomaru lowered his eyes onto hers. The miko's eyes were wide as she stared in shock at the Dai, startled by the sudden action and now trapped between him and pillar. Her mouth still was agape as her chest heaved up and down her cleavage spilling before him.
"I don't know how you know, of such a fact, Kagome. Nor, does this Sesshomaru really care. What I do know is that, you are full of shit." She gasped at the shock of his power to see through her lies. "No matter how much you tease and taunt, I can smell it inside of you. I can taste your desire for me in the air even now. You radiate with happiness when I'm near, and the dreams that I've been having in fact aren't dreams at all. It is you calling out to me, begging, pleading for me to come to you – for you. And I'm going to do just that."
Kagome was speechless as she tried to soak in his words while maintaining her composure and stance against him… She would not, will NOT lose this battle of wills against him. She refused to acknowledge the truth in his speech or the fact that her heart was racing out of rhythm, as if it was trying its best to sing his name from the two beat increments.
Se-sho
ma-ru…
Ses-sho
ma-ru.
Sesshomaru softened his voice when he spoke again. "Stop lying to yourself miko, stop lying to me. You need this Sesshomaru…..as he needs you."
How had she gotten herself in this position? How had it become like this where she was vulnerable towards the DaiYokai? Had the Fates really written her life out? Why were the Fates so cruel to her?
Time in all its celerity encircled around her and the DaiYokai; suddenly for the very first time in her life, Kagome felt like there was more to her life than being Bankotsu's woman – more to her life than being the world's curse and damnation. And like it was a dream her life felt like it wasn't just the same endless routine repeating itself over and over.
Sesshomaru took one step closer to her and gathered her even further into his arms by the waist. Suddenly her senses reeled and she was assailed by invigorating, masculine odors and a subtle fragrance that was musky carrying the very essence of him. Her body burned and she was amazed she didn't burst into flames.
"Sesshomaru…I....we…can..never-"
He silenced her with his lips.
The kiss was so innocent, so pure she couldn't help but melt into his arms. Forgetting about her life and Bankotsu, about the party going on yards from where she and the Dai stood. They lingered in their embrace, Kagome's hand reached behind him to pull him in closer to her body while the other she slid silkily across his chest up toward his neck. Where her fingers danced across his small area of skin exposed, finding the heat of his skin on hers was lightning to her touch.
Slipping his tongue inside her mouth, he was moaned in delight that she stroked hers against his own. He tasted like the strong alcohol he was drinking and not the champagne, the tanginess of it was so splendid to her taste buds that she moaned with delight. Mesmerized and enthralled at the moment by his honest true confession, she would have done whatever he demanded. And it occurred to her that this was why he was so dangerous for her.
He had the power to command her.
As did Bankotsu, but with Bankotsu it was different. She felt she was being 'chaperoned' with Bankotsu, whereas with Sesshomaru she was willing. More than willing, she wanted it, she craved it…the unbridle spiral. This rampant pandemonium and whatever doom she may bring upon the world to have him continue she would gladly attempt.
His heart pounded as he continued to kiss her ruby lips, his tongue dancing and swaying in the confines of her hot mouth. He toyed, and played, teased and tormented her, caressing her everywhere. She joined in her body synchronizing with his, in an exhilarating and enchanting embrace. She returned his passion with the wantonness of a courtesan, but the naturalness and curiosity of a sheltered maid. The contradiction drove him wild, his phallus hardened further, pulsating with a renewed energy.
He wanted to take her so bad!! So much it ached.
But not here, he thought.
Not like this.
The Dai broke away from her and held her face between his palms, staring deep into her orbs calling out to the depths of her soul. He lowered his head again, and his tongue swept into her mouth. It called out to the true happiness buried deep within her. Against her will Kagome smiled with it as she enjoyed the taste of him, the lover of her dreams.
Literally.
When he broke their kiss the second time she was damn near breathless. Her eyes twinkled with lust and she felt her will power losing its ground.
"I know not how Kagome, but I can't stop thinking of you, wanting you, needing you. This Sesshomaru has never loved, nor had he had any intention to. Until you. Until you miko, and loving you he had." The Dai confessed his heart to her, and she felt a stab in her own heart as tears began to form around her eyes.
She felt as if she was falling off a cliff, and was now falling closer and closer into his awaiting arms when he leaned into to kiss her yet again. This time Kagome slid her hands behind his neck and pulled him into her, as if admitting the fact of his words. As is admitting defeat in her heart, surrendering herself completely to him.
Kagome's fingers walked themselves up from his neck, sliding into the thick mass of his silver locks and she fisted a handful, pushing him further into her mouth. Letting her tongue devour and absorb him in a rapture of passion. She allowed herself to linger in their kiss all the while, knowing Bankotsu was looking for her. It seemed that his kisses will never enough; she beknew she could never get her fill of him. She also knew in order to protect the world she could never be with him. Sadly admitting her fate, Kagome pushed Sesshomaru away from her.
Shocked, he stood staring at her.
Their connection was undeniable.
Her want and need of him, was unquestionable. They were like two pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly together. Time stood still when she stared at his face, knowing he could never understand the position he'd put her in. He would never understand the devastation they could unleash upon the world.
He was too close to winning her over; and he wasn't ready to let her go. And he knew his speed was nothing she can escape and so he devoured her pouty lips once more before she could protest. She fought him, shaking her head from side to side, gearing her body to push him away but to no avail. She grappled and squirmed hoping he'd desist, but he was relentless and refused to let her go.
He was never one to force himself on anyone, nor had he ever cornered someone into wanting him. But the desire and need for her was so great that he made sure that she had to come to her senses. He wanted so badly for her to stop playing her little games with him. Because he knew they fit too perfectly together and he couldn't bear the thought of her denying him any longer. He knew without a doubt, that she was destined to be his.
She belonged to him.
And so he carried on, pressing his lips onto hers, they were soft, warm as he gently sealed them to hers. His tongue flicked at her bottom lip, asking and asking again until she gave in and finally opened her lips and he forced his tongue into her mouth. Holding both her wrists behind her back as he pressed her body into a locked position with his chiseled chest. He continued until she gave up and welcomed him, returning the tango of tongues. He hugged her close, his naughty fingers creeping to her bottom the gesture flattening her loins to his. His penis reacted, growing rigid as stone and he flexed into her. He could almost taste the sweetness of her arousal as the wetness began to drip through her lingerie and sliding down her inner thighs. It was only then that he loosened his grip on her so that her hands may roam his body as she so long for and desired.
"I won't hurt you. I swear it, Kagome." He promised.
She felt her wall of resistance faltering, it went weak; and her world began to churn. Her thoughts became hazy and delirious, her breathing became erratic. Then he moved from her lips and traced the tip of his tongue across the tip of her jaw making his way down toward her neck. Licking, flicking and nipping along the way. His fangs began to protrude, she could hear the loud beating of her heart, or was it his'?
She couldn't tell.
All she could hear was what sounded like a thousand Taiko drummers banging their instrument directly at her fragile ears. The prickling of the tip of his fangs sent her spiraling.
"Oh…..Go….d" she heard herself whispering.
The ground began to spin around her. Kagome's visions became bleary. Someone had poured a large amount of water in her eyes. Why? Why would someone do that?
NO, those are my tears….why am I crying? What are those clouds?
Her visions flashed through her mind…she saw dark clouds swirling around like a large tornado about to descend onto Earth. She saw fires burning from those dark ominous clouds.
"NO!" She nearly screamed, her palms pressed against his chest she pushed the Dai back with whatever strength she had.
Shocked and startled the Dai stumbled back, the tip of his fangs pressing into his bottom lips. He watched as she shook her head, her trembling hands crawled its way toward her neck to touch the area where his lips had been. The same spot where the tip of his fangs had touched her thundering vein and almost bit her.
Between the both of them, miko and DaiYokai, they were panting heavily, as if out of breath from running a long marathon.
Eyes locked and stared.
One with eyes full of utter disappointment and confusion, the other with eyes full of chaos and fear. From afar Sesshoumaru could hear, footsteps beginning to tread toward them. He wanted to turn his head to see who was approaching but he couldn't tear his gaze from her.
He couldn't stop looking at her.
She gazed back at him, at his lust-filled glazed over with pain eyes. Kagome swallowed, she blinked willing the liquid behind her lids to subside. Commanding her body's tears to retreat back to they should be – inside of her.
She saw Bankotsu approaching, irritation written all over his face.
Kagome almost couldn't find the strength in her being to recompose herself. I have to do this….I hate this ……deny myself of what I want, and be someone I'm not.....
"Ah, I must thank you Tashio," Bankotsu's voice startled the Dai from his trance of staring at his miko.
"Hn," Sesshomaru replied without taking his eyes off her.
Kagome offered Bankotsu her usual meek smile.
"For finding my little minx" Bankotsu nodded at the Dai. Then turning his attention back toward Kagome with a scowl. "I've been looking all over for you!" Bankotsu said as he wrapped his dominant hand around her waist, pulling her close to him, exuding his ownership of her. Tilting her chin up Bankotsu spoke, "you kept me waiting, my dear."
Both the DaiYokai and the miko could hear the unpleasantness in his voice.
"I'm sorry" she apologized without any feelings. "Excuse me," Kagome pushed his hands off her and stormed off. Leaving the DaiYokai lingering behind, with the scent and taste of her still engulfing him in a madness of delusion.
"Women," Bankotsu shook his head. "Cigar?" He offered reaching in his jacket pocket for his pack of Cuban cigar.
"No" Sesshomaru began to walk back into the venue.
Taking his cigar out of his mouth, Bankotsu, spoke as he rolled the cigar between his fingers, "She's something special isn't she?" halting Sesshomaru's steps. Snickering to himself, Bankotsu continued. "My little miko, my little Kagome…"
A growl rumbled off Sesshomaru's chest; he said nothing. His inner self was in turmoil. A part of him wanted to rip the man into shreds, and then claim her as his own; the other part of him did everything it could to subdue his beast. He could only take so much of this torment and he knew that he wouldn't be able to take this affliction on his heart much longer.
It was just too cruel.
"I do hope that you'll make it to our engagement party, Tashio," Bankotsu said walking past the DaiYokai to catch up with his miko.
'Our engagement'.
There were no more horrid, or painful, words he could have heard. But he struggled to sustain his equanimity; exhaled, he turned his heels and left the wedding reception.
Ts&Neko
A/N: For those whom I've promised, one-shots etc I am working on them! They will be published as soon as they are done! Also, I updated this because I will be leaving for Japan in two weeks, staying for two weeks, so I will be busy up until then and then some afterwards. You guys enjoy and I am still around, and will work on your fics, my updates etc as fast as my life will allow. The Teensie adores you all and thoroughly appreciates your supports! Don't forget to review! Thanks!!!