{Sesshomaru's POV}
I sit back in a dim corner of the club, watching Kagome's every move. For hours now, her eyes have been shifting to Naraku constantly. He watches her as well, simply turning away with a smirk and flirting with some woman whenever she turns to him.
That sickens me, but not nearly as much as the fact that my mate seems frustrated by this. I ease along the walls, in the shadows.
'Ha! Cold day in hell!'
'What?" I hiss at my beast.
'You say long time ago that it be cold day in hell when you reduce to spying. Hell cold!'
'Silence.' I spat, looking at Kagome. She's speaking with her friends, the Tajiya incarnate and the monk. My reiki flares, allowing me to hear the conversation.
{Normal POV}
"Hey, Kagome?" Sango called to her friend, a hand on her hip.
"Yeah?" Kagome asked with a smile.
"Why isn't Sesshomaru here?"
She shrugged. "Who knows? That man works too much."
Miroku, the ever wise, realized just what was going on. To confirm his theory, he asked, "And who is that man you keep looking at?"
Kagome flushed. "H-huh?"
"Yeah. Who is he?" Sango questioned.
"He works with Sesshomaru. His name is Kuro Naraku." She bit her tongue. "Exotic looking, isn't he?"
"Oh my."
Kagome jumped, nearly spilling the drink in her hand. "What?" They couldn't have figured it out so quickly.
Sango glared at her friend. "Kagome, no. Two wrongs don't make a right."
"What do you mean?"
"Kagome, dearest, if you needed someone, you could have come to me." The lech winced when his wife whacked him over the head. "Sango."
"I'm not seeing him." Kagome defended. 'Yet.'
Sango crossed her arms. "Kagome, I'm serious. Stay away from this guy. Not only does he reak of trouble, but Sesshomaru will be furious."
Kagome rolled her eyes. 'That bastard cares nothing about me.' "Whatever."
{Sesshomaru's POV}
'Perhaps having those human friends is not bad for her. She will listen to them.'
'Stupid master. She no listen. Mate hurt. Mate feel unloved.'
'You simpleton. Kagome would never be unfaithful.'
I watch, an emotion running through me that I've never felt before, as Kagome dances against Naraku.
My beast growls sarcastically. 'Oh, you right. Gome no get with Raku.'
I'm too furious to even answer. My mate is dancing on another demon, grinding into him. And the lowly hanyou, he is sniffing her.
'Remain calm.' I tell myself repeatedly. It makes me no less angry.
'No calm. If you no do nothing, I do it.' That is all my beast says before I loose complete control of my body. He storms over to Kagome and Naraku, knocking people out of the way. When he finally reaches the dispicable hanyou, he grabs him by the neck, jerking him away from what is mine.
"S-sesshomaru." Kagome stutters, and I feel my lips curving into a triumphant, sinister smirk.
{Kagome's POV}
Oh dear god, this is bad. Sesshomaru's here. What is he doing here? Okay, first thing first, calm him down and get that creepy smirk off his face.
"Sess." I reach up and grab his face. People are staring at us, and I can feel Sango's glare. 'Since when was she on his side?' "Sesshomaru, mate, what are you doing here?"
"You in heat." His beast grumbled lowly. "Scum trying take you from me."
"No. He isn't. Naraku was just being nice. I was feeling lonely. Isn't that right, Naraku?"
He stops glaring at Sesshomaru with those beautiful, intense crimson eyes to look at me. I fight against the feelings inside of me. Nodding, he says, "She was sad, Sesshomaru, that you were not here. She only wanted me to dance with her once."
Sesshomaru's beast narrows his eyes. "No dance with anyone but me."
"Okay. Just let him go." I coach.
Slowly, Sesshomaru releases him with a growl before jerking me into his arms. "We leave." He says, once he regains himself.
I nod. "Okay. Just let me get my jacket from the backroom." I hurry off to the coatroom before allowing myself to smirk. Quickly, I write my name and cell number on a slip of paper and slide it into the jacket I'd seen Naraku come in in. Snatching my jacket off the hook, I return to Sesshomaru. It's going to be a long night.
*Hours later*
"Kagome, I will only tolerate this silence for so long." Sesshomaru tells me. It's funny, but he's been saying that same line for at least 30 minutes.
Finally, I sit up in bad, grabbing a lock of his silver hair and twirling it in my hand. Many people think Sesshomaru's hair is pretty, but they've never seen him during the night. His hair holds a supernatural glow at night, the moon's lights reflecting off of each and every little strand. I frown when I realize his hair is wet. "Why is-" My face is wet too. Wow. I was crying without realizing. "Sesshomaru, can I ask you something?"
"Proceed." His voice is softer than it's been in a long time.
"I don't want to know why anymore, just when will make me happy. When did you stop loving me?" His tail, which he only allows me to see at night, stiffens around me.
He wraps it around me a lot at night. For a long time now, I've been having sharp pains in my lower abdomen. Doctors aren't sure what it is, and I'm too afraid to see a specialist, though Sesshomaru orders me to. Sometimes I hope it's cancer or something, just so I can get away from his uncaring gaze.
"I remember," I whisper, "a time when you would cradle me in your arms all night long, whispering in my ear how beautiful I am, how much I mean to you, how my hair shines just as brightly as yours at night. When did you stop?" I laugh bitterly. "The last time you told me you loved me was a year ago. I remember the exact date."
Sesshomaru closes his eyes, turning his face away from me. "Then you have the answer you seek."
My heart clenches in my chest. 'So he admits it?' "Then you loved me until that January 7th, when Amai was born." I nod. "I was fat then, I don't blame you. I'm fat now."
{Sesshomaru's POV}
My fists close tighter. I wish to hold her, to comfort her, to make love to her. I love her. I will never stop loving my Kagome.
The very thought that she could even think she was unattractive to me makes my stomach churn. I am a horrible husband...but I will not release her. I am an evil, selfish man.
I'll kill any man who dares to look at her. I will kill any lawyer she has that attempts to seperate her from me. I will not hesitate to kill the Judge who thinks he can proclaim that she is mine no longer. I will keep her away from all other beings, locking her in the house if I must.
My mate is mine and mine alone. I would die before I allowed anyone to take her away from me. Turning to look at MY mate, I find her staring at me expectingly. "Oyasuminasai." Rolling over, I place my head on my pillow, ignoring her whimpers and sobs until I fall asleep.
{Kagome's POV}
He's sleeping now. I'll never understand how he can ignore my tears, but then again, why care about someone you no longer love.
Kicking my legs over the side of the bed, I peel his mokomoko-sama off of me, and I creep out of the room with my cellphone and charger. Reaching a room in the opposite wing, I plung up my cell and lie down, berating and critisizing myself.
I'm hideous. I know that. I'm fat. I can hear my thighs clicking as I walk. My hair is falling out, and it's oily. My eyes are a dull shade of blue. Bags hang under bags, under bags, under my eyes. My nose is too long, narrow, and pointy. I have no shape whatsoever. How could I possibly think he wants me? How could I think anyone wants me?
'I'll be you naughty girl.'
I jump at the sound of my ringtone. Who would call me this time of night. The caller ID shows a number that I don't recognize, so I answer. "Moshi, moshi."
"Kagome, you sound tired. Should I call later?"
"N-naraku." I clear my throat, whispering, "N-no, I'm fine. Did you want something?"
"I have a problem. I was hoping you could help me. I've been feeling lonely lately."
"Oh? So what can I do for you?"
I can practically hear his smirk. "Spend a little time with me."
I smile seductively. "When did you want to?"
"Why don't we get together tomorrow evening? I'll meet you at the cafe on Chika at, I don't know, 8."
"How about 9?"
"Nine will suffice. Until then, little miko."
"Goodnight, Naraku." Closing the phone, I sigh, programming the number into my phone, under the name Nanai. I stand after, heading into the bathroom. "I've got to make myself look good for him." Sticking my finger down my throat, I reach it as far back as I can until the hot bile rises in my throat, and I spill the days contents.
{Normal POV}
Sesshomaru's mokomoko-sama twitched, searching for Kagome's warmth. When he realized it wasn't there, his eyes shot open, and he sat up. "Kagome?" He got up, dashing into their bathroom. She wasn't there. He stretched his aura in search of her, unable to catch her unique aura.
He felt his throat closing. If she was gone...If she was gone! Dear God what if she was gone?! He couldn't handle that! In his panic, his aura flared again, this time further and catching Kagome's.
He placed a hand on his chest. She was there. A relieved quirk of the lips showed on his face. She hadn't left. Thank God. But why had she left?
'What you mean why she leave? She feel unwanted. You hurt her.'
'Shut up.'
'Make right.'
He sighed. 'I will cook her breakfast.' His beast seemed satisfied, so he headed downstairs, relieved the chef, and started the meal.
Halfway through, he caught scent of his father, the male coming entering his kitchen. "Father."
"Sesshomaru? You're cooking breakfast." He smirked. "She's angry, isn't she?"
"No." He lied through his teeth. "The chef's mate is giving birth."
Inutaisho arched a brow. "Oh? I thought your chef was a woman."
Sesshomaru stiffened slightly. Kami, his father was nosy. "A woman, with a woman mate. They had a sperm donor, father."
"Hm." 'Working that hard to lie, Sesshomaru?' "So, where is Kagome."
"Sleeping. Why are you here?"
"I can't check on my eldest son and his mate?"
Before Sesshomaru could retort, he heard Kagome shrieking upstairs, his blood running cold.
"Was that Kagome?"
Instead of answering, he spun around and sprinted up his steps, his father just behind him. He froze when he entered the Western wing. 'Which room?'
"Why wasn't she in the Eastern Wing with you?" Inutaisho asked, concerned.
Sesshomaru didn't bother looking back at him. Instead, he followed the sounds of her screams to the room at the end of the hall. Tossing open the door, he found her shaking in the bed, screaming and clutching her stomach. Sitting on the bed, he pulled her into his arms. "Kagome, calm down, I'm here."
"Ahhh!" She continued to scream, her claws itching to tear into her flesh.
Seeing her hands twitch, Inutaisho grabbed them. "Sesshomaru, what's wrong?"
"This happens sometimes. Usually at night. It has never been so bad before." He held his mate tighter. "Kagome, relax your muscles and breathe."
She calmed a little, still whimpering, tears streaming down her face.
"Yes, calm down."
Kagome shook a little more, then stopped, her eyes opening slightly. When she recognized him, she pulled away, staring out the window. "It happened again?"
"What is this?" Inutaisho inquired, his eyes wide with worry.
"The doctors don't know, but apparently it can't kill me." She said unbelievingly.
"Why is it suddenly so bad?"
Sesshomaru sighed. "Perhaps because she was not with me at the moment. Usually, I am there holding her at the beginning."
Kagome shrugged. "It's nothing. I'm taking a shower. I have business to attend to." Kagome stood from the bed, swooning lightly.
"What business?"
"My business." She snapped.
"I made breakfast."
Kagome seemed surprised by this, but her face became hard again. "I don't have time for breakfast. I'm late enough." She stromed out of the room.
"You made her angry." Inutaisho stated, grabbing her phone when it rang. "Who is Nanai?"
"A friend of hers, I suppose." Sesshomaru answered indifferently. "Come, father. Since she won't be eating, you may have her plate." His eyes were hard, but his heart was aching. She'd turned him down, and he knew she knew what it meant for a man of his rank to lower himself to cooking. In youkai society, it meant stripping himself of everything, hypothetically of course, and showing that he was in the wrong and sorry about it.
She'd denied his apology, snatching a piece of his pride, and more importantly his heart, with it.
