A/N: I would like to extend my thanks to my wonderful beta nekomimimode who have done such a great job helping me and taking her time to do what she does for my stories. It would make me extremely happy if you extend your thanks to her as well. I truly appreciate each and everyone of you!!!
~Thanks to all those who voted for 'we are heroes' on ABDC for me. They won!!!!!! I was so happy!!! Thank you thank you thank you thank you so much!! that is why there is this update to thank you all.
~With gratitude....your hard-working author Teensie. (PS. please be advised there won't be another update for awhile as my "regrets" have explained why)
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Chapter 4
Turn back time...
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My parents are dead….My parents are dead…
The young girl's statement played in his head over and over like a broken record. His stomach clenched, and he felt the surge of the liquor he had downed now flowing the opposite direction. Sesshomaru swallowed hard, but he couldn't move even though he knew both women were staring at him.
There was a foreign prick of pain in his eyes, and he was simply sick with a depth of pain he hadn't known he could feel.
My parents are dead….Nothing in the world could have prepared him for this.
Ayame could feel the tension rising within the DaiYokai and the heat of his body changed. She herself felt sorry for the young girl of course, for losing both parents.
'No wonder she acts the way she does' Ayame wanted to think but she was confused as to why Sesshomaru was reacting the way he did. His face had changed and she could see all his barriers clanging down.
One minute, he was irritated and upset at her for bringing the girl along. The next his face had gone even paler than his normal skin tone.
What on earth is going on?
"Sesshomaru?" Ayame called to him. Her voice was like a whisper but the worry tone it carried could not be missed.
His neck tightened suddenly with alert, and he was now coming back to his senses. With more effort than anything he'd ever known in his life, Sesshomaru curve his lips to speak.
"What do you mean 'my parents are dead'?" His voice came out angry, and he was glowering at her.
"I…" Rin was now scared as he came closer to her with anger in his eyes.
"Sesshomaru," Ayame grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him a couple of yards away from Rin. "What is it about this girl that gets you so wound up? If her parents are dead, they are dead, she can't help that. I'm sure it's not like she wanted them dead, right?"
Right, he agreed silently. But how can his little miko be dead? It was because I was not there to protect her…
~Yeah, and you did a great job at that when you WERE with her. His conscience seemed to contradict, making the DaiYokai want to lash out in rage.
"Come on," Ayame tugged at him. "Why don't we go home and you can interrogate her all you want. I think she's cold because she looks like she's shivering, and besides conversing in a parking lot isn't really what I had in mind."
With an exasperated sigh, Sesshomaru walked toward the car and slid into his driver's seat. Ayame, having to run back to get Rin, walked along with her to the car and after closing the back door, she slid into the passenger seat. Her hand was barely touching the seat belt when Sesshomaru peeled from the parking lot, and drove them home.
Sesshoumaru stared at the road ahead of him many thoughts flooded though his mind. Nearly two decades had passed. Each day, hour, minute, second of it seemed to have crawled by painfully slow, and torturously agonizing. But the memories of her, the scent of her, he could still remember – all of it as if it was just yesterday.
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~FLASHBACK 1~ (Continue from the last chapter flashback)
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The first time he allowed himself to touch her in ways that he had been fantasizing about, was finally about to happen. The object of his increasingly lustful dreams for the past couple of weeks heightened by the fact that he had been celibate for quite some time was enough to knock the winds out of his lungs.
And now he was about to have her.
He held her close as he carried her to her bedroom. The feel of her skin was soft, and so smooth it could have put his bedding to shame. Her full size bed was tiny compared to his oversized King size bed, but it didn't matter to him right them. Because he wanted her so bad, he would take her in the middle of a restaurant if he needed to.
But the bed would suffice – for now.
Sesshomaru laid his young miko onto the firm mattress, watching her smile nervously at him.
What got him most were her eyes.
He remembered those captivating eyes the first time he saw her at the Alumni party. They were a fierce, sharp blue that opened like windows to the feisty wanton. That he had a feeling lived beneath the shell of the sweet innocent young woman.
His eyes narrowed as they moved from her face, past her jaw and toward her breasts. Her breasts were perfect and firm, as he had thought. They weren't huge but were full enough that his hands could grab a handful. Her nipples were sensitive, tightening each time he brushed his fingers gently across them.
He stood at the end of the bed, looking down at her beautifully half naked body while he began to undo his belt. Surprised he watched her push herself up with the palms of her hand, and placed them on top of his' stopping him at his task.
This was the 'no' from her that he had been worrying about would happen. It was good she was stopping him now, but he couldn't help feel the harsh prick of disappointment stabbing through his heart.
Sesshomaru swallowed in disappointment. And then he looked down at her catching her big, apprehensive eyes blinking up at him.
"May I?" She asked breathlessly.
The ten seconds that it took him to remove his hand from under hers seemed like an eternity. He didn't watch, just listened to here the small clinking sound as she unbuckled his belt. He felt her nerves running wild as she continued and closing his eyes, he could feel her fingers were shaking as she undid the button to his slacks and then pulled the zipper down.
His cock swelled through the opening that was still covered by his snug white briefs, but he was every bit as large as she could ever imagine. She slowly pulled those briefs down, gently and carefully not really knowing how she should maneuver so that she wouldn't harm his hard-on.
Not that she ever could, but this fact she did not know.
When she finally freed him his erection towered in front of her, just inches away from her face.
Its heat was baking her cheeks.
Truth be told she had seen some hard-ons before but she had never seen a man this big, and she wasn't sure exactly how this was supposed to work. She loved it nonetheless and it excited her – the sight of his thickness, of his strong veins, switched on something completely uninhibited deep inside her.
Kagome looked up to him for guidance, noticing that he had already removed his shirt. Now standing in front of her like a demi-god, she felt her mouth water and if she didn't swallow she was going to drool all over herself.
No way in hell she was going to do that.
He stroked his fingers into her hair, his claws raking gently against her scalp. He was surprisingly gentle with her, considering for how aroused he was.
"Come here." He said, shocked at the depth of his raspy voice.
She stood as he asked, her hand on his chest, he then put his hand over hers holding it gently where it was. Kagome could feel the beating of his heart throbbing through his thorax, and vibrating against her palm.
His other hand came up and before she realized, it had moved and gripped the back of her neck in a tight hold. Using the grasp to pull her closer, he forced her head to tip back. His black lashed honeyed eyes were seriously glittering now, and he then lowered to her lips and his eyes went dark.
He groaned as he cinched his arm behind her waist, and lifted her off her feet to meet his mouth. His kiss was almost smothering but she didn't care.
She wanted this.
You need this, she told herself in her mind.
You cannot live without it.
Without ever knowing him.
Whatever he was going to do to her, which she had a pretty clear idea of what it would be. And whatever happened after that, even if he'd never come see her again she would not regret it. This moment alone would be enough to hold her through the years. Enough for her to recall on its memories, as life passed her by.
"I am getting ready to take you," he said. "Unless you have some objection."
He was giving her the very last chance, before he took the most prized possession she held for herself.
"I-" she said. Not finding it surprising that she can't turn him down – she didn't think she could ever say 'no' to a man like him.
"You?" he teasingly responded when her head moved gently from side to side.
Before she could say anything else, he covered her mouth with his. It was such a magical kiss for her that it seemed it would lead to something surreal in her life. His tongue stabbed inside. His aggressions affected her more than she could handle making her quiver and go weak. She couldn't hold back a moan, and he seemed to like this reaction from her. His erection throbbed, burning at her skin where their bodies pressed together.
"I feel as if I will die unless you take me soon." She said.
"No regrets, Kagome. Never."
She nodded. "No regrets," She replied.
That was more than enough encouragement for him. Sesshomaru moved his hands slipped off her sweats, letting it drop to the ground.
"Oh Kami," she cried. Her head falling back as he trailed hard kisses along her jaw and then down her throat.
He growled in pleasure when his body pressed into her after he'd laid her onto the bed. Her breast squished against his chest, her soft but eager moan did much to his already aching cock. She reached for his mouth and kissed him, running her hands across his broad shoulders and down his arms.
"Now," he said. "No more waiting."
Sesshomaru shifted her until her wet folds met his thrusting hardness. The tip of his penis was broad and smooth, moist and oozing his erotic juice. He propped himself up on one arm, he could clearly see where his big erection was poised to enter her.
Anxious she arched up, her hips writhing as she struggled to escape his impeding entry. Though mentally she had been convinced that she was ready, she'd aspired herself to this, but her chaste anatomy wasn't prepared. Her inexperience made her resist what she did not know, and her alarm escalated.
"Sesshomaru," she was squirming, striving to get away, "I'm afraid."
"No regrets, remember?" He reminded her.
"I-"
He was patient, he realized more than he'd ever been in his entire life; he started kissing her, his tongue darting into her mouth, the dipped to her breasts, nursing, inciting, spurring her to the brink once more. He wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking hard, cutting off whatever she might have solicited. His fingers slithered up, up, up, massaging her thighs, her buttocks, her thigh again, and she was writhing, groaning, begging for some kind of release. He slipped his fingers under himself and with no further warning, he slipped two fingers inside her. She was wet, her womanly juices flowing. Her sheath was tight, virginal, and her inner muscles clenched around him.
"Oh Kami," she breathed. What's happening to me? She asked the ceiling to which she was staring at.
Commencing slowly, he stroked insdie, back and forth, back and forth, letting her acclimate to the glide of his hand, readying her for his illicit intrusion. She was no longer rigid, strained, but she accepted his ministrations, her body relaxed and she seemed much more at eased.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked her watching her naked eyes set in awe that this was actually happening.
"I am." She replied and then swallowed hard.
So wet he said to himself guiding his cock smoothly across her entrance.
Then he kissed her with just enough tongue to make her whole body tingle with excitement and anticipation. Her heart was getting loud, and her body burning hot from the rushing of her blood through her body.
"Why so tense, hmmm? You want this, I know you do. You are soaking wet," he taunted. He was now kissing her neck, feeling the nodding of her head touching his cheek.
"Relax," he ordered feeling her nervousness taking over, he then surged forward with a gentle push.
He shoved, steadily with the head of him coming into her and perhaps an inch of shaft.
"Oh Kami," she moaned from the pleasure of him being inside.
He nuzzled her neck, nipping at it playfully and shoved again. This time she took in a breath of air, and then her eyes shot wide open when he pulled back. He didn't give her time to protest as he groaned and another inch made it in. The sense of being so stretched should have alarmed her, but she was too eager to have him inside.
In a heartbeat her body set ablaze.
"God, you're a fucking glove," his voice was a smoky rasp.
He nudged another fraction in, determined and steady, and with a brief and painless flash of heat her barrier rent. She shut her eyes from the feeling of him and she heard him swearing. Followed by murmured praises of how wonderfully warm and wet she was, and how he loved the feel of her around him, even if it was only around a small part of his shaft.
Sesshomaru was glad that he had to be so gentle and careful with her. It had given him time to gather his frayed control. If he wasn't being slow with her he would have cum countless times by now.
His mind was on disbelief of how his body reacted to hers so readily, so eagerly, so desperately.
He seemed humongous while he worked his cock incrementally in and out of her, reaching a little deeper with each effort. He was pushing and pulling, deliciously tugging at every inch of her sexual flesh. With a final slamming thrust, he reached full penetration making her cry out swiftly from the rapid pain of her hymen being torn....of her whole pussy stretching beyond its limits to accept his girth.
But she was not without excitement and joy of the rapturous assault on her body, on her nerves and the understanding of what coupling was supposed to be.
And this was only the beginning.
She was no longer a maiden.
Tears filled her eyes as Kagome couldn't think of anyone more perfect than the man embedded inside of her at the moment. She bit down on her lip to welcome to pleasure he was showing her.
He'd waited so long, all of his life it seemed, to be stimulated beyond his limits of control. When he had burst through her maidenhead, intruding to the hilt, the entire length of his cock implanted; she was so hot, tight, her sheath clenching around him, her virginal blood a steamy, sweltering caldron that lured him to delirium.
He wanted to delay; he should allow her to acclimate, but he was too provoked to pause any longer. He withdrew slowly out of her then plunged deliberately right back in. She was lucky that he had been gentle and careful with her, of the initial penetration early. Because all he really wanted to do was to take her in a single blow, but that would leave a painfully traumatizing experience to the girl. And he had every intention of fucking her more than just once.
Grunting he set his knees and shoved again, nudging his hips back and forth to let her register the bliss of sex. He went into her with effort and when he was deep inside, he wanted to just be there for the rest of his life. And that would be a long, long time.
"Spread your legs wider," he demanded.
She did.
"Open up to me. Take it all."
She tried but she couldn't control the tightness of her walls, but as he continued to pump in and out of her. The ecstasy of it was surging through her being, and relaxing the very tight muscles of her cavern.
She took him, all of him; every inch of his length and girth. She was shaking her head like he had a fever, but she was moaning that she wanted more.
"Yes," he said. "I can feel how much you want it. Let yourself go, little miko."
She gasped for air, the ecstasy so intense that it approached pain.
"You need this," he continued and she bobbed her head in agreement, losing touch of the spoken words.
She moaned under him, wrapping her legs under his buttocks to urge him deeper.
You were born to be ravished.
He moaned as he continued to drive into her. Waves of red-hot passion spread out from her pummeled loins. The pleasure suffused her thighs, her breasts, the tips of her tingling fingers and every single fiber of her being. She was almost there, almost over the edge.
Her breath was hiccupping from her gasping for air, desperate to hold onto her sanity. She wrapped her hands dug into his shoulder for support. She could feel him trembling he was tight in every single one of his muscles. She could feel him shake as he pounded into her with all his might.
"Come, little one," he snarled in her ear. "Give….in….to….me. Come now."
He sucked in a breath of shock, and she heard him drive into his deepest limit as her body convulsed. It was a head-to-toe squeeze of genuinely startling bliss, and her flesh could barely comprehend such pleasure. Her whole body sparkled and burned like an MK-79 Pencil Flare; strobes flashing among the darkness of her closed eyes.
When she finally opened them, she saw that his whole body seemed to convulse as well. His face dark with the blood that had rushed to its surface, his spine arching hard while tendons stood out on his throat. With effort he cried out, and tore himself from her body, sprawling backward as he took himself in his hand.
He was hot as fire and was ready to go, but he hadn't completely lost his mind. She was a virgin – up until moments ago – and sometimes once is all it took to get pregnant. Sesshomaru ignored the hurt countenance on her face when he withdrew. He was so close to spending and with his hard shaft in his hand, his fist pumped solidly that had him spitting against her belly like a juvenile boy. The fluid came out in spurting arcs, as if his body meant to spill everything at once.
She was on her elbows mouth agape watching him having his orgasm of a lifetime. Never had he felt such intensity, such rush that every particle of his body were at attention and seemed to focus in on his shooting cock.
"God," he gasped, his fist pressing hard of the last ejaculatory squeezes of his cock.
When it finally stopped all he could do was groan in satisfaction. Kagome heard him mumble something unintelligible, before he collapsed gently on top of the mattress, next to her.
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End Flashback…..
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Ayame noticed that he was completely silent as they drove through the town. He had probably forgotten about Rin because he didn't ask her where she lived so they could take her home. Which Ayame didn't have an issue with because honestly, she wasn't sure if it was safe for Rin to go home to her apartment or wherever she lived; so she kept quiet, letting the road pass by and the silence drowning out everyone's thoughts as the metal transporter moved through the town.
Absentmindedly Sesshomaru pulled his car in front of his penthouse apartment, slamming the door loudly as he left. Coming around to the other side, Sesshomaru yanked the passenger back seat wide open. He could hear the metal screws bracing themselves together to keep the door intact from his force.
"Come here," he growled yanking Rin out of the car as he practically dragged the young girl past the security and into his private elevator.
"Teenagers," Ayame offered an uncomfortable laugh following her feign excuse of the very indecently dressed young girl and the angry DaiYokai.
She was less than pleased that he had not waited for her as she noticed the private lifting shaft had already made its way up the vertical tunnel.
"Damn him and his temper." She cursed under her breat.
Deciding that she couldn't wait too long, Ayame took the regular elevator knowing she had to take the extra staircase to reach his floor. She could only hope that Rin could keep him stable until she reached him.
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Rin was stumbling when the DaiYokai basically tossed her into his large penthouse apartment. She didn't have time to ask him before he disappeared into another room. She was checking out the very expensive flat when he returned.
"Put this on," he commanded tossing a long trench coat at her.
Rin held the black coat in hand, noticing that it was as new as the day it came off the assembly line. But then she figured that someone with a place like this, that it was probably hand made from Italy or somewhere expensive. Not wanting to upset him further, she did a she was told. Slowly sliding her hands through the sleeves, and enjoying the feel of the satin lining against her burning skin.
Like a child playing with fire, she realized that she had gone a little too far with him. He was obviously not like any human or demons she had encountered with in her life. And she couldn't figure what she did to upset him so, or what it would take for him to take notice of her.
The door suddenly burst open, Ayame came staggering in, panting hard. "Good, she's still alive, she thought silently. She was still huffing from the two flights of stairs that she had to run to get to his private Suite.
"Speak, what do you mean your parents are dead?" Sesshomaru roared.
Ayame moved to try to soothe him over, but he quickly gave her a warning look that even she had to stop in her track.
"My…" Rin began. She was panicking, her nerves running wild from uneasiness.
Seeing the young girl struggle, Ayame move to take her arm and sat her onto the couch. She ignored Sesshomaru's growl, feeling very compassionate toward the 'lost' girl.
"It's okay, Rin. You don't have to worry about him. His bark is louder than his bite, now why don't you just relax. You can tell me the story when you're more comfortable hmm?" Rin nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. "Maybe I could get you something to eat, or drink perhaps?"
"Tea please."
Ayame dragged Sesshomaru with her as she went into his kitchen to retrieve some tea.
"Dare I ask you why the matter of her parents is so important to you?" She spoke soft enough that only his demonic hearing could catch her words.
"She…" Sesshomaru ground his fangs irritably. "the human.."
Shocked Ayame stopped and pulled the DaiYokai to face her. "You mean to tell me, she's…." Sesshomaru nodded without needing words to confirm what she was asking. Only she knew how deeply he cared for the young miko of his past, and suddenly everything fell into place. His actions and reactions toward Rin all made sense to her – especially the bit about her parents' death.
"Why don't you stay here Sesshomaru, let me talk to her instead. Girl talk, it might be easier for her to open up to me. You're not exactly comforting to look at with your eyes glowing and the teeth gnashing…" Exhausted, the DaiYokai agreed to let her lead the 'investigation'.
"I'm going outside for some air." He announced and then exited the large glass doors that led to his on-top-the-roof patio.
He lit his cigarette, inhaling the tobacco into his lungs. How in the world did he fuck this up so bad? The smoke swayed like some belly dancer up toward the sky, Sesshomaru drew another breathe of cigarette. How had he let the only being he ever loved, cared about, slip out of his life?
Now, he was staring at her daughter in the face....honestly the DaiYokai didn't know what to make of all of this. Is this supposed to be some kind of tragic irony? Some twisted Shakespearean play?
He exhaled the smoke, he watched as it wavered into the evening air.
If only he could turn back time.....
If only he could tell her what he still hide, perhaps...just perhaps he would have let her stayed that Saturday night; she would still be here with him. But he hadn't, and he didn't and she's no longer alive.
Kagome. Kagome, I ache for the warmth of your touch. Kagome, Kagome, I am so sorry...more than you'll ever know.
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~Ts&Neko...