His Lost Bride

DISCLAIMER: I wish, but I don’t own any of Inuyasha.

Awesome, I have finally got the third chapie out!! Extremely hard. I’m sorry that it seems I take so long to update, buuuuut a great Author likes to read and reread her stories…hehehehe. I want to make it perfect for my lovely Readers.

Since I’ve got a few cute requests from a few Reviewer’s I left the little details for you to catch..hehehe.

As always:

ENJOY!!

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The room seemed so dark, so haunting. The only light dimmed from a few candles. Casting shadows in corners of the silent room. A large, glorious bed lied in the middle of the eerie chamber. Movements echoed in the quiet room.

Under the sheets heavy breathing gave way to a soft feminine moan, followed by a gentle, masculine growl.
Rin could feel it.

She could even taste it.

A man upon her, kissing her, his weight pushing her into the silky bedding. His lips strong and soft against her own, his tongue pressing ardently past her lips. She tasted him. His hot velvet tongue touched hers in a frenzy. He was demanding play. She tentivly stroked hers against him.

A growl ripped from his throat as Sesshomaru felt her mouth move with his. He pressed his hips deeper between her silky thighs, pulling back from her luscious mouth, only to suck on her lower lip. A sweet moan escaped from the young women, flowing into his ears. His body instantly responded to her call. Releasing the captive lip, tracing a slick tongue along her jawline to her ear, taking captive her earlobe.

Rin couldn’t help herself. She was on fire. Her hands moved on their own, the pads of her fingers trailing ghostly over the smooth skin of his well-built back along his shoulder. His muscles jumping slightly away from her engaging caress. She felt his hungry lips take hold of her ear, taking it into his hot mouth. She held her breathe as he swirled his smooth tongue.

Tantalizing whimpers sounded next to his ear, as a rush of breathe flowed warmly against his neck. He immediately moved his powerful hips toward hers.

*O*O*O*O*O****End of Vision****O*O*O*O*O*

As though someone had punched her shoulder, Rin stumbled backwards. Her face contorted in twisted confusion and understanding of the vision. Her lithe body shook in the quake of the vision, her body was in turmoil of wanting, needing. Her orbs wide with alert, her lips parted, short gasps escaping. Her breast felt heavy and her nipples at their fullest attention. Her knees felt so weak, skin tingling from his touch, her gaze lying directly at the partner of her vision.

She could see clearly his apparent condition. He shoulders were lax, his chest lifting rapidly. The pulse in his neck hastily pumping, his lips pulled back revealing sharp lethal canines, as he gave an unspoken growl. His eyes were wild, dilated. His long streaming hair unnaturally floated semi in the air.

Everyone in the room stood back. Rin’s father suddenly spoke, “Everyone.” His voiced low, unsurely as he stared at the scene, “Please, exit through the entrance door.”

No one objected, for the gaze upon Lord Sesshomaru’s face was deadly. Lord’s, general’s, and Lady’s filed out of the ballroom soundlessly. In minutes the room was vacuous, except for the essentials and Lord Hitoshi.

He stood at his ballroom throne, watching the situation unfold until now. He stood with authority. His posture somewhat demanding.

“Rin that is enough, yield.” Lord Hitoshi’s voice reverberated from the wall, the command coming out like a blast from a cannon. Elegant portrait frames trembled in fear against the ancient, mahogany walls of the massive room. Hitoshi’s emerald gaze narrowing on Rin’s figure, ‘This is not good. I wasn’t expecting this to happen.’ He thought with a stare intently on Rin.

Hitoshi’s eyes would have remained steadily on Rin, but Lord Sesshomaru stood rigid glaring at him with unrivalled fury. His golden orbs narrowed with a malevolent glimmer.

“Lord Sesshomaru, I can explain-” Hitoshi began, only to have Sesshomaru intervene.

“She was to be informed to me directly.” His voice seemed so unearthly. A deadly whisper, like a thief in the night, quiet, calm, collected.

Rin, steadfast, gazed upon the inuyoukai’s hard features in confusion. She turned to Lord Hitoshi for an answer, but his eyes were locked with Sesshomaru’s in a silent battle.

“She was not ready-” Hitoshi pleaded once more, but Sesshomaru was clearly beyond reasoning with.
“The command I strictly issued was not asked. She was to be given into my keeping.” Hitoshi’s stomach clenched with dread.

Sesshomaru would not hesitate in issuing war, a duel even.

“What the hell is going on?!” Rin’s voiced squeaked, coming out barely enough to hear at all.
Both youkai’s snapped their attention to her perplexed face.

“Rin, you must understand…” Hitoshi insisted, turning his weary eyes to her, words refusing to come out.
Sesshomaru simply turned his back to the young Lord, advancing toward Rin. His eyes shielded under his shadowing bangs.

“She clearly does not.” Sesshomaru reprimanded, closing in on her. His large stature towering hers, he noted her posture. Trembling, she was trembling. Sesshomaru lifted his right hand to her heart-shaped face, reaching to touch her flustered left cheek.

“Lord Sesshomaru, she does not know.”

Such a simplistic wording of sentence, but enough to stop the Great Lord of the Western Lands hand in mid-air. ‘She does not know,’ the sentence repeated in Sesshomaru’s head like a broken record. A sharp pain fired straight into his chest.

Brushing past her, catching her gaze from the corner of his eye. She felt it, that stare, she could feel an unspoken promise. Shivers ran through her body, causing her hands to flex and her heart to pound. He strode to the large entrance doors of the room before pausing.

“I will arrive here once more in one month.” Sesshomaru pledged icily, but the threat was there, hidden. Laced into his words as he spoke, “I will return for her.”

*O*O*O*O*O****Lord of the Western Lands Estate****O*O*O*O*O*

The fabric texture tickled his rough finger tips, as he ran a large hand over the sleeve of an antique, silk kimono. Sesshomaru’s sharp gaze upon the simple supple cloth, imagining the kimono around the woman he so desperately desired.

“My Lord, there are other kimonos as well as new gowns from the foreign lands. Shall I bring them in?” The servant questioned, as she remained in her respectful bow. Without even giving her a glance, he waved a hand to leave.

“As you wish My Lord.” She bowing even further, quickly stepping from the white marble stairs of the bed to the chamber doors.

‘Yes, this kimono will suit her perfectly.’ He notioned, ‘The color fit’s her quick temper.’

A smirk graced his perfect lips, as he stood gracefully from his kingly bed, releasing the kimono from his clawed hand, as strong legs paced lazily toward the balcony glass doors. Turning the designed handle to the glass doors, he thread forward.

Sesshomaru’s bare chest flexed from the cool night’s breeze as the air touched his hot skin, dark amber orbs focusing intently toward the gardens. Streaming silver locks swayed majestically, as a glint flashed through his stare.

“You will be mine.”

*O*O*O*O*O****Night Before The Great Lord’s Arrival****O*O*O*O*O*

“Come on!” Rin commanded, wiping the sweat from her brow.

“Rin, all the men are tired, we can’t continue-” The volunteer tried to reason, placing two hands up in his defense.

“That’s an order.” Rin snapped, narrowing her chocolate eyes. Cracking her knuckles she advanced forward.
The training arena outside was a complete hazard zone. Everything was demolished. Men lie in heaps across the floor, along with broken, well everything. Nothing was left standing.

She was angry.

Oh yes, extremely perturb to be precise.

Lord Hitoshi told her nothing, not one word after the incident with Sesshomaru. He mumbled an apology and that was it!

‘Why the secretive creep!’

Rin had seethed that sentence in her mind over and over, for weeks. No one had any idea of what to say about this mysterious situation. Not even her father. He was as shocked and irate as her, but still Hitoshi kept silent. He stayed in his counseling room, write quite ardently on a scroll, not stopping since the celebration night.

Beautiful, gentle, cinnamon orbs finally changed. Melting away into deep shades of red, her claws lengthened as she bared her teeth. The training volunteers stepped back, worry sketched in their faces.

“Please, Lady Rin calm-”

I will return for her.

That comment abruptly echoed in her head, causing Rin to bark a protest of annoyance. She remembered his confident words. That snide glance he gave her when she fought him. The youkai acted as though he was superior.
But that last look. It was a promise, she knew it. She felt it in every fiber of her being, forcing a chill through her body when she detailed the memory back again.

‘His eyes…I could see it clear as day. The longing, the possession, the want…’ Gasping at the thorough recollection, she felt her heart quicken. Her youkai blood raced with pleasure, Rin felt a pull within her will, a tugging toward this stranger.

“NO!” She hissed, “I am no mans property, I belong to no one.” Rin growled out, her hands shaking.
She needed to kill something desperately, she needed to control herself. Clutching her hands over her ears, she fell to her knees. Shutting her eyes tightly, taking in air, focusing on the cool oxygen rushing into her lungs.
‘Why…why did I say that?’ Rin thought, slowly opening her eyes, revealing soft chocolate irises once more.

Normal.

Natural.

‘Where did this rage come from?’ Seizing in shallow breathes, Rin balanced a hand to the soft dirt floor. ‘I don’t understand. I feel something unknown toward him. I have…’ hesitating, she continued her thought, ‘…memories of him…I-’

Moving her other hand from her head, Rin held it to her stomach. She felt sick, weak, scared. Rin’s heart had suddenly left her chest to her head, pounding in her ears. Pieces of her lost past meshed into her mind, but many were missing something.

Only hazed memories of a garden and castle gates caught her attention.

A man was standing in each of them, his figure hidden by the blurred recall. As soon as the memories came, they went. Collapsing on the ground, her vision turned black.

*O*O*O*O*O****Vision****O*O*O*O*O*

‘It’s so dark…’ Taking careful steps, Rin walked in the darkness, her hands in front of her, groping for something to lead her.

“I’m waiting for you…” The pitch was masculine, deep in tone and sultry. But the voice seemed to come from all around her.

“Why?” Rin questioned, turning to pinpoint the owner.

“You are mine.” Such a husky reply caused Rin to bite her lower lip.

“I am no one’s.” She grumbled, still with arms stretched feeling for anything solid.

“Oh?” He inquired with amusement continuing, “Even your will belongs to me, bending to me.”

Suddenly Rin found herself being grabbed by strong hands, her wrists being held captive. Yanking her toward the hands owner, the captor’s bare chest pressed into hers. Amber orbs shown predatorily in darkness, his six foot five stature, towering hers.

“Your body belongs to me.” He said matter-of-factly against her shoulder, releasing her wrists to prove his point.

His large hands moved from her shoulders, downward. Clawed finger tips adding pressure upon her soft curse of her shoulder blades, following the path of her spine. A deep longing shot through her, wanting to touch him in return, but Rin’s hands were trapped between their bodies.

Hot breathe ghosted over here shoulder, lips lightly tinkling her skin. The sensation was unexplainable, she responded instantly. Arching into his chest, throwing her head back, moaning ever so sweetly, Rin’s response was proof of his claim.

*O*O*O*O*O****End of Vision****O*O*O*O*O*

“Rin!” Noki yelled running to the canopy bed, shaking Rin’s sleeping form quickly. “Oh gods Rin, wake up!!”

Moving shoulders away from Noki’s prodding hands, Rin lifted herself. Sitting half -up, gazing at Noki, thinking ‘Wasn’t I doing something…in the training area…’ Finally rubbing the last sleep from her eyes, Rin realized the distress from Noki.

“What is it?” Rin’s voice rasped out worriedly.

“He’s here!” Noki squealed, “Oh, Rin, he’s in the throne room. You have to hurry! He’s going to kill Lord Hitoshi if you don’t stop him!”

“WHAT?!” The young woman snapped, shifting quickly. Rin stumbled from the bed, her long, navy blue gown enclosed around her legs. Untangling the silk from around her legs, Rin was off. Scrambling through her chamber doors, Noki close at her heels.

*O*O*O*O*O*

Guards hastily swarmed at the doors of the throne room, filed neatly with nervous looks.

General Jenshi waiting patiently next to the door, one command, guards would ram through. But Lord Hitoshi locked the door and sealed it with a spell. A spell would hold them off for alittle while, but Noki was a genius at braking seals and she would have that seal blown out of the castle to get to Lord Hitoshi.

‘What fool?! Sesshomaru could kill you!’ Jenshi’s jaw clenched, sweat dripping from his brow to the side of his face, the knowledge of his Lord’s possible demise caused bone-breaking pressure.

Gripping a hand upon the door handle, Jenshi began to turn it. Taking in a deep breathe, he started to give a full circle with the handle, but gentle fingers on his wrist stopped him.

“Rin…” Her father began to question.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” Rin quipped, smiling brightly to him, giving him a light hug. In the back of her mind, she knew this might be last time she could see her father.

>>>>>>Until Next Time

Yes, I know. You can slap me in the face. I’ll allow it..hehehe. I left it so short and the biggest scene will have to wait. I feel ashamed, buuuut suspense isn’t called suspense for nothing, neither is patience..hahaha.

I will be on the fourth chapter right away. Promise. I never left my Reader’s suffer for too long. Until then, enjoy my mini-story What Lurks Beneath. That should satisfy you until I can get this plot out of the way..hahaha.

Well, why are you not Reviewing already. Get to it damnit!! XP ^.^’’