Art Felt Drawings

“He wants you to call him that.” Sesshomaru translated very slowly. Between Shimofuri growls and tumbles and Kagome’s near tears and sniffle expression, it was at a slow goings pace for all. “Also,” he looked at Kagome as the black and white monkey cub jump in her lap, “he loves the way you sing.”

The little monkey looked at Sesshomaru and growled and snarled. Kagome forgotten as they started to get into a fight about something. Sesshomaru thrusted his chest towards the smaller being as a show of dominance on the subject, but the monkey was ever persistent. He began to whine to his master, seeking attention for him to understand.

‘Tell her that its ok because I call her Kagome Lady.’ He looked down in a submissive stance, but than he was still a mere child and this last a very short time as the boy began to think, hard. The cub was getting irritated that the translator wouldn’t finish.

‘I think not. This Sesshomaru will never address her as such.’ The taiyoukai spat out. ‘Besides, its improper speech to use.’ With a finale shake of his head he turned his back to the monkey and onna far too soon though, poor reader, far too soon.

An evil smirk appeared on the cub’s face and he stared up at Kagome, with an eerie glint in his round eyes.

“Sesshomaru..” Kagome started when she saw that smirk. Her hold on the cub slipping with each passing second. When she saw the little ball of fluff turn around and face her fully she didn’t sense malice, per say. She tried to dwell on it for a moment longer, was he angry at her or Sesshomaru. But than..

Too late.

The black and white little monster bit her in the arm. With a start, she dropped him to the ground and stood over him. A scream of pain caught in her throat that she squelched down. Instead she tried to modestly..

“Ouch!” She exclaimed aloud and looked at the monkey with a look of fury, than to her abused arm. Itching it seemed to lessen the painful knots on her muscles and she scratched. That was not to soft love bite or a wrestling bite, one should add, as blood started to gather near the teeth marks. Droplets, she told herself, not a river. Reassurance no matter how small was still better than none, she reminded her brains.

Than she heard him. ‘Kagome Lady!’ It sounded like a little boy, younger than Shippou. Very young. The little chibi’s arms were stretched out ready for a hug, from his Kagome Lady.

‘What?’ The miko questioned aloud in a shocked tone. ‘Are you talking to me?’

This had Sesshomaru attention, beings is how she growled along with Shimofuri for a while now. But he couldn’t really understand the tongue from the miko, it sounded too..

Too what?

So once he was done checking the meat, he turned around. ‘What is going on?’ He calmly asked his cub charge as he turned fully to look at them.

Big mistake.

There was the Shikon Miko, Kagome, rolling on the ground and tilting her head back exposing her elegant ivory column to his now heated amber gaze. He didn’t even realize that her skirt started to ride up, showing anyone to look, a full view of satin blue panties, but he was transfixed on her throat. Teeth itching to bite down, showing full dominance like his clan demanded, no was ingrained in him. He brought that in check when he remember that she was human, her creamy white skin confirmed that, though did little for his dilemma.

At Shimofuri’s intense growl, Sesshomaru was thrusted back to the present as he started a staring contest with the little cub at his feet. Agitation and jealousy seethed all around his prone little form as he stared at his master with some akin to anger.

‘Master, you tried to kill Kagome Lady?’ The cub was ready to battle him for her honor at that moment. ‘You fought and was dirty, master. Very very dirty.’ He just couldn’t believe what Kagome Lady explain to him in such a short time. That they met under such horrible circumstances, and yet she forgave him. He turned to the miko than back to master. ‘Why?’ His growled out question was so vicious that the miko in question stated to feel worried.

‘Shimofuri, don’t dwell in the past. It hurts too much to think about mistakes that no one can fix.’ The miko went from side to side as she explained showing her weariness towards where the conversation was going. She blamed no one for the past, it happened. Moving on.

Sesshomaru was starting to get nervous with her primitive speech. How did this happen. Than he gazed at the exposed portion of irritated flesh on her forearm and glared at the monkey cub. ‘What have you DONE?’ He rounded on the poor, confused cub with malice in his eyes. The last word practically hitting the floor and exploding into needles he spoke it that hard. Instincts started kicking in that he thought would never surface in his lifetime.

He marked her. That little runt, marketed her. He did not even ask this Sesshomaru. It was like some sick song being played in his over used brain.

Over and over and over.

He fucking marked her, his miko marked buy some runt faced monkey cub. Didn’t even bother to ask, just bit her. It became a circle of thoughts slowly making him angrier and angrier till he was slowly becoming red in the face. Started to see nothing but red in his eyes.

The family feelings started to flee the human miko only to be replaced with something more intense making her body go rigged and muscle to clench and spasm, it felt beyond foreign to her already frazzled nerves. So she did what all basic maternal instincts demand, protect the baby at all costs.

Something about that bite, she couldn’t think clearly on certain since that little monkey pants had to go and explain himself, well more like he had questions for her. And man did her arm itch like hell! She absentmindedly scratched the bothersome wound on her forearm. The wound site started to look red and puffy, she needed to get it cleaned and treated, or bandaged at least.

Not thinking beyond her charge, and her abused appendage, she scooped up the little monkey boy and calmly walked back to the cave giving the freakishly angry taiyoukai her back, unaware of the insult to his person she just committed.

Sesshomaru turned his back to the cave and literally put his nose to the smoke pit, willing himself and his beast to remain calm. He had to remind his other half that she was not a demoness, that she was just a silly little ningen. The demon lord did not expect her to know demon customs, for Gods sake she was always near that brash, sword throwing half-brother hanyou most of the time. Though he did change, quite allot, but still. It was working thinking about his brother. Odd.

His nose started to burn with the smoke, his eyes started to water and yet he stayed there. He needed to make sure he was in complete control that his beastial half was dormant and pliable to every ‘thing’ around him. It didn’t take a healer for Sesshomaru to understand what happened, though he was still flabbergasted as to when it occurred. Sadly, he knew that his beastial half was started to get attra-, well he was one hundred percent falling for the human wench. Dammit! Sesshomaru turned around and looked towards the cave, making sure no one was around he let out the ultimate sigh of defeat and wanting.

‘Fine,’ he told his beast, ‘we shall pursue the miko.’ He walked towards the mouth of the cave and stopped. He knew that she was going to start again. How he longed to watch her sing, and now was the best time though he must remain in control and calm.

Back in side the cave the small onna was trying to calm down her smallish pal. The anger was not going away, in fact it was getting worse with time. She started to hum a song she heard from her dad a long time ago, while he was painting. Kagome looked at the black and white fuzz cover demon, and started to coo over his body. Trying to keep him calm and not so.. Angry. “My dad use to sing this song to me when I was angry because he couldn’t do it all. Had to paint for money. Was always gone for long periods of time. Hopefully, you don’t hold your grudge too long, little one,” at that moment his tummy gurgled and betrayed him, “because I know your starting to get a little hungry.”

Kagome turned back to the mouth of the cave and called out, “When your calm you can come back in. Don’t be mad at him now, he just wanted me to understand.” She felt the pulse and knew. “By the time I’m done I will need to draw.” And at those words the small ache started in her wrists followed by other symptoms. “I can feel the burn on the tips of my fingers. Please, for me, I need you to help me, Sesshomaru.”

She didn’t know if her words would reach him in his semi-transformed state. Frankly, she was worried about the fuzz ball in her arms as he started to shake. Maybe, he can feel the pain I feel, she wondered as she placed him down on the bed and sat next to him.

Shimofuri gazed at her as she started to rock back and forth, almost like she was gathering her rhythm it seemed to the young cub. He was still shocked that she would talk on his behalf to master. Maybe he should have asked if it was ok to do that first? Nah. He was Shimofuri! The last of the Warrior Monkey Clan, he asked no one’s permission for anything.

Though he was scared for the Lady. He felt the burn, unknown to him he started to rub his hands together to get rid of the ache and sting, he gazed back at the woman he thought he knew only to realize another part of her odd story.

He remembered that feeling from long, long ago. Where and when, he couldn’t say. But he knew that pain and feeling. Oddly enough, thoughts of his mother and father came to his mind as he stared at the onna with the pains. Before he could dwell any further she stood up and started to float as high as grass.

Kagome felt the sad melody course through her body. It’s been years since she thought of this song, and she thought of her father and closed her eyes..

“So close no matter how far, Couldn’t be much more from the heart, Forever trusting who we are, And nothing else matters.” Her arms started to rock back and forth, as she started to sing with body language to Shimofuri.

The dog demon lord heard the bars and felt something, the actual air around the clearing was getting heavy. With what, well he had an idea. He gathered the food, doused the smoke pit and put up his seal to the cave as he heard the miko carry through out the clearing.

“Never opened myself this way, Life is ours, we live it our way, All these words I don’t say, And nothing else matters. Trust I seek and I find in you, Ever day for us something new, Open mind for a different view, And nothing else matters.”

As she sang she got louder and rose higher to accompany the feelings this song made her remember. Her father before he died, and now.. Now her was this thing trying to posses her and Gods know what else.

Slowly, she opened her eyes to stare at the monkey cub on the pallet and was impressed to see another figure near him rubbing his tail against the cubs cheek. One word passed in her mind : family.

“Never cared for they do, Never cared for they know, But I know.”

The little tiny Shimofuri was transfixed. She was glowing, and flying. Not at all like master when he has his cloud. This was, odd.

“So close no matter how far, Couldn’t be much more from the heart, Forever trusting who we are, And nothing else matters. Never cared for what they do, Never cared for what they know, But I know.”

He was bewitched. Open was his mouth and eyes. Carefully, his beast was taking control. It felt a great evil approach, and as they stared at a potential mate they saw in themselves as a guardian, protector. Regardless if Inuyasha asked or not, this was what he wanted. What they both wanted. A priestess with love for all, and a jaded past for him to help fix.

“Never opened myself this way, Life is ours, we live our way, All these words I don’t just say, And nothing else matters.”

She memorized this song to a T. She knew the lyrics and all their meanings. The shikon priestess gazed at the taiyoukai and continued for his ears she sang out loud, strong and true.

“Trust I seek and I find in you, Ever day for us something new, Open mind for a different view, And nothing else matters. Never cared for what they say, Never cared for games they play, Never cared for what they do, Never cared for what they know, And I know.”

So powerful those lines were, he felt something inside his chest clench and twist. Painful, and yet so.. What was a word to put? He didn’t know, but he knew that this was not an everyday thing, nor was this an average ningen. This little hume was something special and unique. A promise was made just for him that night. He would treasure this, her, till the day he died. He watched her slowly float back to the ground.

“So close no matter how far, Couldn’t be much more from the heart, Forever trusting who we are, Nothing else matters.” She glided to an ungraceful heap on the floor, and had her arms outstretched, fingers twitching. The needed. The ache. The pain.

If only she saw the black and white monkey cub jump out at her out stretched arm, she would’ve thought or reacted faster.

The screech was so intense, that Sesshomaru had to check his ears for bleeding. Even Kagome had to cover her ears as she scooted away from the monkey ball.

He snatched the polka dotted boy back up and placed him in his lap and began to rock back and forth. A growl right now, would through him into something that no one could handle.

Sesshomaru reached into his sleeves and brushed against her journals and a writing utensil. Placing his fingers around the soft worn leather and wood he pulled them out and placed them on the floor at his feet, to which he promptly shoved to the miko in the center; perfection.

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The glow. The light. Still strong. Oh, so close. So delicious.

“Please, just a taste.” A wet voice asked to no one and yet to every one at the same time.

“Leave her alone.” A deep manly voice called out. “She’s not to be harmed. You promised..” But he again like before was over powered.

“We do as we please Higan. We did not ask for you to join. We just merely stole you as you tried to hover over that pitiful preistess, bah! Oh, the jewel will be most delicious if it were whole.” The other voice, a smooth and yet horribly evil in tone voice called out.

Higan tried yet again to gain the upper hand on the evil monster. “She’s done nothing. Nothing! The pain should not be hers. Give it to someone else.” He started to cry aloud his anguish and pains, though none of them cared for him. The once proud father started to grasp for straws as he had an idea. He felt the evil enter his mind, his heart, but not yet his soul. “Just wait for her to gather and purify the jewel shards. They only need a few more. Plus, if we leave her be she’ll gather oh so much fast.”

All the voice in the black cloud cackled and laughed together. All but one. ‘I’m sorry, my sweet Kagome. But it’s to by you time.’

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ok.. so starting back on track now.. ahh.. i felt the need for a bit of well metallica, can u tell..

thanks roo. im good.. just had to take a break and think about the content and such.. well next chapter.. i gotta get a feel but i think im leaning towards the 70 or 60. a hippie moment feels necessary. and all of the family will be played in the light.