PMF
A/N: I'm healed up quite nicely, and todays my 6th month Anni! Soooo Happy..;3
"When did you buy that yukata for her," Sesshoumaru asked quietly in the silence. His fingers stroking Kagomes scalp, lulling her into a sleepy state. Kagome purred, distracted by his nimble fingers. "Who?" She purred, heady with the scent of his scent. It teased her, smelling of power and sweet poison..
"Asumi, when did you get her that black yukata, in the photo?" He said with slight amusement. She looked so adoreable with her yukata, which was shuffled, and her hair sprawled out on his legs..her hanyou ears twitching with his feather light strokes.
"Sometime in September but gave it to her in December, christmas present," Kagomes husky voice murmured slightly confused. Sesshoumaru stopped, anger coming swift and brutal, his demonic aura lashing out. Startled and slightly fearful, Kagome shrank further into the floor, taking a beating from his aura. It lashed at her, hissed when it came across her layers of protective reliki, and burned at her skin and yukata.
"Ses..shouma..ru.." She whispered.
"Who ever sent the photo," He said coldly, his impassive eyes watched Kagome slowly burn. "Waited six months before sending it." Her hair caught wind of his poisonous aura, burning her hair at the tips. Kagome blinked, not understanding. "What," she swalloed thickly, "are you saying?" Her voice was hoarse, and her wide blue eyes were watery.
He was at her throat. Helpless, Kagome struggled to breathe, clawing at his hand that cut off her wind pipe. "How did you know this Sesshoumaru was after a multi-trillion doller deal?" He whispered, his voice as calm as a pond, but Kagome wasn't fooled. She felt his aura lashing at her mercilessy, proof of his turmoil and anger on her fastly deteriorating yukata, and long red welts on her skin. " You think, " she wheezed out as black and purple dots danced across her vision, "I would be so vengeful?!"
Anger surged through veins, and she partcially shifted, betrayl and sorrow turning into black fury. Though he still held her by the neck, her fangs dug into his hand, drawing blood. Her hair was on green fire but her eyes were a dark indigo color, and her black demonic markings danced across her face. "Asshole! How could you think that I could come up with a plan like that? You think I had time to stalk and wait for a chance to distract you with news of a daughter-that I outright tried to hide from you- so you'd suffer a large chance to put your Industry on the Top?!"
Sesshoumaru snarled low, posien dripping from the hand that held Kagome. "That is exactly what I think you did you, half-breed Bitch !" Sesshoumaru whispered, his eyes tinted red and wild. Something inside Kagome snapped. Her bangs covered her face, and the fire at the tips of hair seemed to leap and dance rather than scorch and burn. Her voice came out ominous. "Is that so..?"
Lifting her left hand, she summoned her reliki until it was encased in her entire hand, infusing it with her demonic energey, and clawed the entire left side of his face. Her tail wrapped tightly around his throat as his clawed hand did to hers, only his glowing with deadly bright green posien, and hers with holy-demonic powers. "If I wanted you to suffer, " she growled her tail tightening. "Then you would know the true meaning of SUFFERING!" She ended it off with a howl,forcing her tail to keep squeezing until it snapped his neck.
Simultaneously Sesshoumaru squeezed as well, eyes crazed and erractic, not at all himself. They fell through the wall, crashing and burning to the ground. Both unconscious and smoking, her tail wrapped around his now scarred and raw neck, and his unrelenting fist buried in her bloodied and raw neck.
Dazed and edging towards the brink of a dark abyss, Kagome forced her head to her left, blinking through the black spots to see Sesshoumaru. Her heart jumped to find him starring at her already, his eyes clear and amber. There was an emotion swimming in his eyes but she was to tired and emtionally hurt to figure it out that very second...grief perhaps? ..Slowly her eyes refocused on him again. The sun shone on his person gloriously. His body was encased with a golden glow..He was no longer smoking or his clothes in a mess. In fact He was sitting cross-legged before her, smiling softly. The wind blew of soft spring incased air, making him sway. His white hakamas and haori looked so soft, and a huge orange octagon shaped flower rested on his left shoulder.. his shiny dark boots glinting..His eyes were no longer clouded, just clear and happy. So..happy. He held out a hand for her, as if to beckon or pull her closer.. She blinked slowly, the dots playing tag grew larger encasing her entire vision..
He starred at her. Smoking and still beautiful..Her eyes were a hazy dark indigo, as if she was..He shot up, her tail falling uselessly to the ground from his neck. A forigen feeling took over him, crushing and choking him. He panted, crawling to her, his every muscle screaming in pain,his hand throbbing. He curled up around her small person, large wet substances falling from his eyes..He didn't know what they were. He didn't know why he felt this way. Dry terrible sounds came from him, inside of him.
" Kami ā watashi wa tango no tsumibito o hinan shi,watashi o Kango o toru shinade kudasai!"
Should she Die?
The name of the chapter is what he said at the end.
Til next time..ja ne!