Her body felt like it was on fire. She heard that baritone voice tell the other to leave. Her mind was swimming with images. A boy, a child, silver hair, golden eyes. A tall man, with beautiful silver hair looking down at her, smiling. He was beautiful. So was the woman who would sometimes join him. But the boy was the most spectacular of them all. His everything was defined, clear. Her heart hurt. Her chest ached with surpressed tears and her body was tense. She had never felt this sensation before. This strange pleaurable europhia. It was heady and yet painful and kept intensifying. Everytime that male voice spoke, shivers ran up her body and settled down in her very core.

Someone growled and she arched her back as the feeling intensified.

"Mate."

He sounded pleased.

She cracked open an eye with great difficulty. It was difficult to focus on anything when her body was trembling with this strange feeling. Red eyes met her cerulean blue. Blood red eyes. Silver hair. She knew him but he was different. Older, distinguished. Before she could think, she mumbled out his name, "Seshou?"

When his eyes widened with fear and confusion, her heart broke, something inside her shattered and reformed. For a few moments, the strange feeling that made her body burn and made her yearn for the unknown subsided as memories poured in. The effect was so instantaneous, so sharp that the figure in front of her eyes shimmered and she could almost see the her young companion, protector from days long past. Reaching out desperately, she sobbed, his name over and over again "Seshou! Seshou!"

Seshoumaru stilled as she murmured her childhood nickname for him. Did she remember? He didn't want to hope. Holding onto hope hurt. Her eyes were screwed shut now, and she had curled up into a ball, helpless, crying, unable to deal with all the various emotions coarsing through her body. If he didn't do something soon, he would lose her. He couldn't lose her again. He had just gotten her back.

He leaned over her, and placed his lips on her neck. She gasped out in fear and pleasure. Not stopping, he skimmed his nose to her collar bone, and beyond, stopping at the valley of her breasts. She was fully clothed and his nose was buried in the soft material she was wearing. Her sobs had turned into moans. He gritted his teeth as his body reacted to her situation.

He would not harm her. He buried his nose in her neck and lapped, teasingly. His beast was out and it wanted to play. It had missed it's mate so. Now that she was here, he wanted to play with her, to mark her with his scent so that she never forgot again, never left him again.

Her sharp cry of pain induced pleasure cleared the fog behind his eyes slightly. Her face was red, too red. Quickly, instinctively, he took action. Licking the side of her neck softly, carefully, he braced her, and bit down, none too gently.

She screamed.

Closing his eyes and trying his best not to whimper at the pain his mate was in, he bit harder, drawing blood. Licking away the blood, he retreated from her form, and bit into his palm. Crimson life blood flowed from his hand landing in small drops on her clothes. Gently cupping her head, he forced the blood down her throat.

Swallowing it, she gasped, as if for air, and then her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she slumped into his arms.

The red faded from his eyes until they were a clear golden again. Lifting her in his arms, he made his way to the shade and placed Kagome gently on the grass. Leaning against the tree, he sat down to keep vigil. He did not want to think right now. Everything was a blur. Kagome came back. She did not remember him. And now, did she? He would have to wait and see.

As he gazed at her prone form, he wondered if she would still want to go back through the well. If she did remember, she would only have memories of three years. The rest of her life, she had lived in this other world away from him. What if she had found a mate there? What if she wanted to return and not stay with him?

Since the very thought made him feel a sharp pang in his chest, he steeled himself against his emotions and waited for what was to be a very long day.

As the sun started setting, he heard the arrival of his half brother. Irritated, he scowled, "I thought I told you to leave."

"That was hours ago. How's she doing?"

As Inuyasha sat down next to him, careful to maintain some distance, keenly aware of his brother's unpredictable moods, Seshoumaru closed his eyes, resisting the urge to pinch his nose, "Still unconscious."

"Oh."

Inuyasha was silent for a few moments before asking, hesitation present in his voice, "So, is it her?"

Seshoumaru raised a brow, waiting for his half brother to elaborate. Not wanting to die before Kagome woke up, he breathed, "Is she the one you lost, the child that was kidnapped?"

Before he knew it, he was pinned to the tree by his throat, posion leaking from Seshoumaru's hands.

"Where did you hear that?"

The voice was soft, but oh so deadly. Grasping for air, Inuyasha brought up his foot and kicked Seshoumaru in the abdomen, pushing the inuyoukai away from him. On his hands and knees, he gasped for air and threw a dirty look at his unperturbed brother who now held an acid green whip in his hand.

"No need to get snarly. Mother used to tell me stories about you, that Father told her. The way you treat Kagome, I just wondered."

The whip retreated and Seshoumaru sat back down under the tree as if nothing had happened, next to Kagome and mumured, "So father betrayed me to his cocubine as well?"

Inuyasha warily sat down too, this time farther away from Seshoumaru, "You're being dramatic." On recieving the cold look from his brother, he bravely shrugged a shoulder, "How is Father telling Mother about you a betrayal?"

Seshoumaru chose not to answer that, trying not to fall into those memories of the past. He had attacked his parents on seeing the guilt on their faces. His beast had been released and his Father had a had a hard time making him submit. After that he had retreated from everyone in the palace. His demeanor had completely changed and he had grieved in the worst way posssible. Heartbroken, lonely, the small pup that he had been had simply curled up on his futon which still had Kagome's scent and cried. He had cried for days, whimpering in his sleep.

He wasn't aware of the injured as they were carried into the castle, did not care why the castle had been attacked, all he cared about was that his Kagome had been taken from him. In the first few days, when he would be tossed into nightmares and would whimper and mumble out Kagome's name, his mother's scent would curl around him, reassuringly, and although he hated her for what she and his father had done, he couldn't help but hold onto her and sob in his sleep.

They had tried explaining to him, but he didn't listen. All he knew was that they had betrayed him in the worst way possible. He had never forgiven them, but when his Father had gone on to betray his mother, Seshoumaru had stood up for the woman, who had gone into a deep depression. Although his anger of her had never faded, he had also never forgotten that hse had helped curb the nightmares after Kagome had been taken. So he had helped her to gain back her rythm and once she had gotten back on her feet, he had disappeared one day.

The sun sank into the horizon, the sky a keleidoscope of colours, ranging from a blood red to different shades of orange and yellow. Seshoumaru loved watching sunsets. It reminded him of the time when Kagome had once insisted on watching it and had tried catching the colors with her hand. She had been so disappointed that she couldn't but had cuddled in his arms the next evening and watched it again.

"How long till she wakes?"

Inuyasha sounded bored, and a little bit worried. Seshoumaru glanced at his half brother. Inuyasha very easily attached himself to anybody who showed him affection. The pup had been starved of it in childhood once his mother had been killed.

Although Seshoumaru had taken the broken young pup under his wing, after slaughtering the villagers who had stoned him and made jeering comments at the young hanyou. Inuyasha's grandfather had thrown his daughter and her son onto the streets after having them both whipped. He never knew why had suddenly thrwon her out like that; Inuyasha never talked about it. The village thugs had surrounded the woman and dragged her off to one of the huts. When Seshoumaru had found them, Inuyasha had been tied to a pole, bleeding, half dead, mumbling for his mother repeatedly. He had not allowed her to see her. They had used her in ways that no man should, hurt her, cut her, tortured her. He had simply gathered her body parts and buried them. Everyone in that village had ben tortured and killed that night. No man, woman, child had been spared except the youngest of them who were completely innocent, for everyone had taken delight in the screams of the horrified mother and the cries of the young pup.

Taking care of Inuyasha had been difficult. The child was lonely, and hated being left alone. He had clung onto Seshoumaru. It made sense for inuyoukai were an affectionate lot, but Seshoumaru was a shell of what he had been. He allowed the boy sanctuary, fed him, taught him how to survive, but he refused to love him, show him affection, simply because he had forgotten how to.

So once he had turned fifty, Inuyasha had been told to go his own way. The stubborn hanyou had followed him everywhere till Seshoumaru decided to beat him up. Both were strong with their Father's blood strong in their veins. It had been along battle, with Seshoumaru emerging the victor. Completely humiliated, and angry, Inuyasha had left, fallen in love with a priestess a hundred years later and had found himself pinned to a tree. The boy had become bitter, harsh and had attached himself to the first person he had found, the quiet Guardian of the Jewel of the Four Souls.

However, he had no intention of letting the pup fall in love with Kagome. She was his!

So when his eyes turned red, Inuyasha made a face, "I don't like her like that, bastard. She's too crazy for my tastes."

The red receded from Seshoumaru's eyes and he sniffed, haughtily, "She is not crazy."

Inuyasha shrugged, clearly not interested. However, as he studied the silent sillhouette of his half brother, he found himself asking, "Say, Seshoumaru?"

"Hn."

Inuyasha hesitated for a moment before asking, "If Kagome leaves, would you mind if I travel with you?"

Seshoumaru stilled. This was not the brash,and arrogant hanyou. This was the young pup asking who hated being alone. Was Inuyasha really that lonely that he would ask his hated older brother for company?

Inuyasha took his silence for refusal. His cheeks turned red and he looked away, berating himself for his stupidity. Of course, he didn't want to travel with him. Nobody ever wanted anything to do with him. He closed his eyes, trying to quell the familiar pain from rising.

"We'll see."

The answer had him shell shocked, but before he could say anything, Kagome moaned.

"Seshou?"

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