At Your Command, Sesshomaru-sama
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Chapter 2
© Salome Wilde, 2008
At Your Command, Sesshomaru-sama
Author’s Note: No sex in this one, but the build-up of tension will make Chapter 3 even hotter! I promise!
Chapter 2
Ah-un woke instantly when she stroked one of his snouts. She slipped the reins gently over his head, and he followed her obediently away from the camp, while Jaken slept on. A two-headed flying dragon yokai certainly came in handy for crossing bodies of water. The cool air blew icy in her face as they sped through the night sky. And Rin patted his necks with genuine affection when they soon landed near the small village at the river’s edge. “Wait for me, Ah-un. And if I am killed, bring my body back to Lord Sesshomaru and tell him I died in his loyal service.” Ah-un nuzzled Rin’s back as she walked away, as if to let her know he was watching out for her.
It was not difficult to find Kikyo’s hut. At the west edge of the sleeping village stood a solitary dwelling bordered by the large herb garden of a healer. A small fire burned brightly within. There was no sign of conflict or of Sesshomaru. Rin approached silently. When she arrived at the doorway, she dramatically pushed the hanging mat aside and entered proudly. She held her staff in battle-ready position and summoned her enemy. “Priestess Kikyo, I am hear to avenge my master, Lord Sesshomaru.”
Kikyo looked up from a pile of dried beans she was sorting, her face aglow from the firelight. She spoke calmly, quietly. “You are Rin. You have grown since I saw you last.”
“Did you hear me?” replied Rin, shakily. Then, with more courage in her voice: “I have come to challenge you.”
The corner of Kikyo’s mouth lifted. “Ah. Well then, perhaps you will permit me to know what I have done to your master to merit your special attention and the risk of your young life. Please, sit and take tea with me. I will not harm you…until we agree to do battle.”
Rin did not know how to reply to this request, this politeness. She was not prepared for it. Her heart was racing as she steeled herself for combat. She took a deep breath and tried to think. Was this a trick?
As if reading her thoughts, Kikyo added, “You have my oath. I will not harm you, young Rin.”
Despite herself, Rin relaxed her defenses. She welcomed this opportunity, there was no denying it. The tea would warm her and the company of the beautiful and mysterious priestess was so tempting. She placed her staff behind her as she sat on the mat across from Kikyo. The heat of the small pit fire was welcome, and the tea mug was warm and solid in her grasp. She could not help but peek at Priestess Kikyo over the rim of her cup. She sipped her tea, then replaced the mug beside her. Looking up, Kikyo met Rin’s eyes. Her glance was cool, appraising perhaps, but aloof. She was patient, not unlike Lord Sesshomaru. Was that part of the attraction? Rin blushed with guilt, shame, and something more…something less easy to identify.
Before she could make sense of this inner conflict, Kikyo spoke again. “The tea is made from the dried buds of a rare and beautiful plant. It blooms only for a few days each year, and if one takes too many buds, the bush will not flower at all. Balance is the key. Knowing just how much to take and how much to leave.”
Rin nodded, in spite of herself. She came to destroy this reanimated soul-stealing priestess, and destroy her she must, or die trying. She closed her eyes and brought back to mind the image of Sesshomaru’s arm, having to push the broken arrow through it, and the opalescent poison oozing from it. She feared that night that he might die…but he did not, and he had let her share herself with him, not only to help him heal but to demonstrate to him the depth of adoration she felt. Adoration…and desire. She remembered the taste of the burning poison on her tongue, and the taste of Sesshomaru’s seed as he shattered in pleasure within her mouth and throat.
“What is it you seek from me, Rin?” Kikyo’s voice broke the silence.
Rin’s eyes shot open. Before she could think, she blurted out, “Tell me how to win Sesshomaru’s heart!”
Kikyo blinked. Clearly, it was not what she had expected to hear. She brought her slender fingers to her mouth. She did not speak.
Rin rushed on. “You won his half-brother Inuyasha’s heart. Tell me how, tell me what to do, please, Priestess Kikyo.”
“Ah Rin, do not use my love for Inuyasha as a comparison. That love destroyed and remade us both. And though we will always love each other, he belongs to Kagome now, and she to him. And the hanyo child they have recently brought into the world together will keep that bond always beyond my reach. We are where we are meant to be: he with Kagome and his child; I alone, in this life-after-death for as long as I am able to help others. I am not the one to tell you how to reach Sesshomaru.” She smiled sadly. “If he can be reached. I honestly wonder if that yokai has a heart to be won.”
The change in her tone brought Rin back to herself. What was she doing? In the hopes that this woman could somehow help her attain her heart’s desire, she had entirely forgotten her mission. “Perhaps not to be won but to be killed, you mean!” she spat. “Why did you fire that poisoned arrow into my Lord Sesshomaru last summer, Kikyo?”
“Poisoned arrow?” Kikyo repeated, thoughtfully. She took a deep breath, and then continued. “I have had neither opportunity nor motive to engage Sesshomaru in battle, Rin. Your loyalty is admirable, but I am not the one you seek. At least not for vengeance.”
Rin stood, her fists balling of their own accord. “Jaken-sama told me it was you who shot my master. He would not lie.” She hated that Kikyo was deceiving her. She must make her tell the truth. She reached for the knife in her boot, and, in an instant, found herself pinned beneath Kikyo’s grasp, the knife kicked to the corner of the room.
“Do not be foolish, Rin. Even if I was guilty of injuring Sesshomaru, what harm do you think you could bestow on me? You cannot truly wound me, and my life cannot be taken because I am already dead.” Rin thrashed in her grasp. “Be still, child, and I will help you…with all you desire….”
Kikyo held Rin tightly, with not only her hands on the girl’s shoulders but with her voice and her words. Rin sighed and yielded. As soon as Kikyo felt the tension go out of Rin’s body, she released her. “First, come sit again, and I will tell you who likely fired that arrow at Sesshomaru.”
At Your Command, Sesshomaru-sama
Author’s Note: No sex in this one, but the build-up of tension will make Chapter 3 even hotter! I promise!
Chapter 2
Ah-un woke instantly when she stroked one of his snouts. She slipped the reins gently over his head, and he followed her obediently away from the camp, while Jaken slept on. A two-headed flying dragon yokai certainly came in handy for crossing bodies of water. The cool air blew icy in her face as they sped through the night sky. And Rin patted his necks with genuine affection when they soon landed near the small village at the river’s edge. “Wait for me, Ah-un. And if I am killed, bring my body back to Lord Sesshomaru and tell him I died in his loyal service.” Ah-un nuzzled Rin’s back as she walked away, as if to let her know he was watching out for her.
It was not difficult to find Kikyo’s hut. At the west edge of the sleeping village stood a solitary dwelling bordered by the large herb garden of a healer. A small fire burned brightly within. There was no sign of conflict or of Sesshomaru. Rin approached silently. When she arrived at the doorway, she dramatically pushed the hanging mat aside and entered proudly. She held her staff in battle-ready position and summoned her enemy. “Priestess Kikyo, I am hear to avenge my master, Lord Sesshomaru.”
Kikyo looked up from a pile of dried beans she was sorting, her face aglow from the firelight. She spoke calmly, quietly. “You are Rin. You have grown since I saw you last.”
“Did you hear me?” replied Rin, shakily. Then, with more courage in her voice: “I have come to challenge you.”
The corner of Kikyo’s mouth lifted. “Ah. Well then, perhaps you will permit me to know what I have done to your master to merit your special attention and the risk of your young life. Please, sit and take tea with me. I will not harm you…until we agree to do battle.”
Rin did not know how to reply to this request, this politeness. She was not prepared for it. Her heart was racing as she steeled herself for combat. She took a deep breath and tried to think. Was this a trick?
As if reading her thoughts, Kikyo added, “You have my oath. I will not harm you, young Rin.”
Despite herself, Rin relaxed her defenses. She welcomed this opportunity, there was no denying it. The tea would warm her and the company of the beautiful and mysterious priestess was so tempting. She placed her staff behind her as she sat on the mat across from Kikyo. The heat of the small pit fire was welcome, and the tea mug was warm and solid in her grasp. She could not help but peek at Priestess Kikyo over the rim of her cup. She sipped her tea, then replaced the mug beside her. Looking up, Kikyo met Rin’s eyes. Her glance was cool, appraising perhaps, but aloof. She was patient, not unlike Lord Sesshomaru. Was that part of the attraction? Rin blushed with guilt, shame, and something more…something less easy to identify.
Before she could make sense of this inner conflict, Kikyo spoke again. “The tea is made from the dried buds of a rare and beautiful plant. It blooms only for a few days each year, and if one takes too many buds, the bush will not flower at all. Balance is the key. Knowing just how much to take and how much to leave.”
Rin nodded, in spite of herself. She came to destroy this reanimated soul-stealing priestess, and destroy her she must, or die trying. She closed her eyes and brought back to mind the image of Sesshomaru’s arm, having to push the broken arrow through it, and the opalescent poison oozing from it. She feared that night that he might die…but he did not, and he had let her share herself with him, not only to help him heal but to demonstrate to him the depth of adoration she felt. Adoration…and desire. She remembered the taste of the burning poison on her tongue, and the taste of Sesshomaru’s seed as he shattered in pleasure within her mouth and throat.
“What is it you seek from me, Rin?” Kikyo’s voice broke the silence.
Rin’s eyes shot open. Before she could think, she blurted out, “Tell me how to win Sesshomaru’s heart!”
Kikyo blinked. Clearly, it was not what she had expected to hear. She brought her slender fingers to her mouth. She did not speak.
Rin rushed on. “You won his half-brother Inuyasha’s heart. Tell me how, tell me what to do, please, Priestess Kikyo.”
“Ah Rin, do not use my love for Inuyasha as a comparison. That love destroyed and remade us both. And though we will always love each other, he belongs to Kagome now, and she to him. And the hanyo child they have recently brought into the world together will keep that bond always beyond my reach. We are where we are meant to be: he with Kagome and his child; I alone, in this life-after-death for as long as I am able to help others. I am not the one to tell you how to reach Sesshomaru.” She smiled sadly. “If he can be reached. I honestly wonder if that yokai has a heart to be won.”
The change in her tone brought Rin back to herself. What was she doing? In the hopes that this woman could somehow help her attain her heart’s desire, she had entirely forgotten her mission. “Perhaps not to be won but to be killed, you mean!” she spat. “Why did you fire that poisoned arrow into my Lord Sesshomaru last summer, Kikyo?”
“Poisoned arrow?” Kikyo repeated, thoughtfully. She took a deep breath, and then continued. “I have had neither opportunity nor motive to engage Sesshomaru in battle, Rin. Your loyalty is admirable, but I am not the one you seek. At least not for vengeance.”
Rin stood, her fists balling of their own accord. “Jaken-sama told me it was you who shot my master. He would not lie.” She hated that Kikyo was deceiving her. She must make her tell the truth. She reached for the knife in her boot, and, in an instant, found herself pinned beneath Kikyo’s grasp, the knife kicked to the corner of the room.
“Do not be foolish, Rin. Even if I was guilty of injuring Sesshomaru, what harm do you think you could bestow on me? You cannot truly wound me, and my life cannot be taken because I am already dead.” Rin thrashed in her grasp. “Be still, child, and I will help you…with all you desire….”
Kikyo held Rin tightly, with not only her hands on the girl’s shoulders but with her voice and her words. Rin sighed and yielded. As soon as Kikyo felt the tension go out of Rin’s body, she released her. “First, come sit again, and I will tell you who likely fired that arrow at Sesshomaru.”