Gift of the Blood

Part 3



Kagome looked to the Lord with a new awe for him, he had never truly been cold and emotionless, he just needed the right person to love him, her heart and soul mourned for him as well, for his lose. In the wake of their pups burial, wildflowers grew madly, and in place of a head stone, a thick vine of rose edged from the ground, cream colored roses, with slightly pink tipped petals grew marking that two loved ones had been placed here. The roses were not from this land, but were a symbol of her love for them, a symbol of his love for them, though he might not say it now, she knew he loved the pups dearly. She soon followed him, he had waited for her in the confines of a small inside garden, “What will you do now?”



“I have my family in the future, but I do not feel as connected there as I should.”



“And here?” he asked.



“You are my last connection to this place, other then Keade, and she is not long for this world. I have never been able to think about this moment, it has always seemed like a dream, something I could never reach but always ran after. A full completed jewel, and free from Nara- ku..” she trailed off gazing at him, lost in her own thoughts.



“You are welcome here, decide what you want to do, I don’t care how long it takes, you are welcome here.”



“Thank you Lord Sesshomaru.” she bowed to him. He was sitting at the base of a tree when he began speaking to her, near a small koy fish pound, his hair lightly lifted on the wind as he seemed deep in thought. She couldn’t bare to break his peace, if nothing she was still Kagome, and again would forget her own grief to relieve his own. He cleared his throat, and looked at her, his gaze set, though it was not the hard glare she was accustom to, she was still captivated by it.



“There are just a few things though,..”



“Hn?” she asked quietly



“I must insist that you learn the ways of our people and train your new demon abilities, also that you wear a more fitting Kimono.” She blushed slightly looking down. She never truly thought of her school uniform as inappropriate, but she had been here for three years and now she thought better about the subject. It was a simple request, and her short skirt was always a bit much for her, though she never admitted it. Our people, she thought so easily, open-mindedly she pulled at her short green skirt accidentally revealing even more of her leg, Sesshomaru turned his head a bit so he could barely see it.



“Agree’d, a new start. I don’t really think I could return to my family again like this, --” she was cut off.



“Like what?” she knew instantly why he seemed was upset with her.



“With this sense of smell, Lord Sesshomaru. Or this hearing.” she finished.



“Does it smell that bad in the future? Is it that loud?”



“To a human nose and ears, no, but seeing as how I can smell and hear things I’d never expected to, I think it might be a bit overwhelming. And it will take getting used to, as you’ve stated I will need knowledge and training to control this power.“



“Hn. Follow.” he commanded softly but more like himself and she listened. The conversation had ended there, he’d showed her the hot springs and to what would now be her room. It had been his mother’s room when she had mated into this family, still unable and unwilling to actually physically mate with his father, spare kimono’s lined a wall of closets, a full length mirror, as well as a balcony over looking the garden below, Rin’s Garden. In the room next to her own was the Western lord‘s. They bid each other good day for the afternoon, he for time to himself and she for the hot springs, to relax and think upon the days events.



Sesshomaru settled in his library, while Kagome was shown to the hot springs by a servant woman named Sakura, she was one of the only living youkai retainers Sesshomaru had left, hired because she’d had a hanyou daughter, Sakura was there to mother Rin, while raising her to be a hime. Sakura looked to be in her late twenties, but Kagome knew she was a demon, anyone could see that, her hair was a pale soft pink, while her eyes were mint green, she could tell what type of youkai she was only because she’d been around both Inu brothers for so long. But things like that were taught when you were a young inu pup. She had never been an inu pup so all smells seemed so new to her. Reaching the hot springs Kagome was in awe. There was a large pool, indoors, with a large dividing wall for male and female. The walls were lined with bamboo, that was fresh and green, and the floor was almost black because of the rich cherry color wood. Large blacked stone lined the pool, they shone like ink, lava rocks, she thought.



Taking her cloths off her modesty having been revealed for most of the day, the tattered clothing was pealed off never to be put back on again. Sakura seemed to vanish as Kagome sunk her bloodied and worn body into heated water. She sank in immediately her snow white hair floating around her face as she looked into the distance unfocused. Sakura again reentered the room, holding a lovely tan kimomo, with very pink sakura blossoms all over it, there had been a matching pink obi, light beige stalking with pink ribbons to hold them up, and delicate slippers for her feet. Sakura was about to leave when she heard the faint voice of the demoness in the water. “Please….stay.” it was quiet and she thought maybe she had heard it turning to the lady she bowed and said.



“Milady?”



“Stay. Please.” she said again even quieter. “I do not wish to be alone.” Sakura bowed again and took a seat on the floor near the soaps and the wall.



“Milady, do you need assistance?” she asked calmly, Sakura was also an inu demoness that much Kagome could smell. Unlike Sesshomaru, herself and Inuyasha, her hair was pale pink, Kagome wondered where she haled from but thought better not to ask.



“No. but I would appreciate the company. It has been a long sad day, and I have never felt so alone in my life. I’m sorry if you are needed else where you may go, but I would love for you to stay.” she said with a soft spookiness that was not her own almost. Sakura seemed unnerved by this girl. Her aura was depressing and mournful, yet she seemed calm and collected, she had asked her to stay because she felt lonely, by the look of her aura she wanted to die. She felt pity for her not knowing what else to do she sat along the wall near the soaps, if needed she could hand them over, that seemed all she could really do for the moment.



Kagome sighed, and looked to the young woman across from her sitting near the soaps. She’d forgotten to grab some when she came to the water she remembered wanting to remove their blood, her friends, her families, blood from her. “I’m sorry if I’m upsetting you.” Kagome said to a now shocked Sakura.



“Milady, you are not upsetting me and there is no reason for you to apologize to one beneath you. I can feel your sorrow, its so painful, if I could cry for you I would, may I ask what has happened for one such as yourself to feel such pain?” Kagome gave her a soft mournful smile.



“Today I killed Naraku,..” Sakura was confused, she’d heard enough to know about Naraku, but why would this girl feel pain like this when she should rejoice. “…But not until he killed everyone I love and hold dear. Except for Lord Sesshomaru, I am alone in this world.” She said as tears again floored her eyes and crushed the dams she had placed. Pulling her hands to her face to cover her shameful hurt she felt arms wrap around her shoulders, only to pull herself out some and embrace those arms willingly, needing to sob and release this grief.



“One so young should never have to feel this pain. I was a mother once and have lost all I held dear as well. I am truly sorry for your lose.” Sakura whispered in her ear.



Kagome sobbed for Sakura, for Rin, Shippo, Inuyasha, for Sango, and Kohaku, for Miroku, Kouga, Ginta, Hakkaku, for Ayame, for Jakin, for Kirara, and for Sesshomaru. Her whole body shuddered as she finally let her grieving heart release its pent up sorrow. Her aura swelled and engulfed the palace of the moon, soon everyone, every living thing felt her pain, and it was Sesshomaru who came to her first. He’d felt it reach out and take over, his servants, and harden guards were weakened and laid fallen to the floor, some in heaps, the few that were there were taken into her grief. He’d felt it, that same feeling from the battle field and had chased her scent to the bathhouse.



He’d come in to see her soaked in the pool sobbing, shuddering, and embracing the nanny he’d gotten for Rin. Pulling a yakata from a post he went to her and wrapped it around her nude form pulling her from the grasp of the servant, and from the depths into his own embrace. Holding her bridal style, while the thin white yakata clung to her supple wet body, he was tender, even though he wanted to kill her for inflecting his home with such raw emotions, he wanted more to save her from herself right this moment. Sakura had been so overwhelmed, she didn’t even notice the Lord swoop in and steal Kagome from her grasp.



Without stopping he raced back to her room, she’d fallen asleep in his arms, Arms, he thought, she gave me back this arm, looking down to this small radiant creature, he was so awed by her. Her display earlier that day had won him over utterly and completely. Even a human --which she was not now-- that could do that was worth her weight in gold and then some. Her lashes were onyx as they had been before but now they were long and lush, she had faint crest marks that were a pale silver blue like her eyes on her cheeks, with no house to call her own she had no crest upon her forehead, her fangs were pearly white, from the little he could see that hung over her pouty moist pinkish brown lips. Her hair was soft, like his own but a delicate snowy white with silver laced in here and there, looking upon her sleeping face he realized if she stayed here he would surely take her as his own mate. She’d showed more then enough to prove herself worthy, but would she want that? He thought. Looking down the rest of her still wet body he noticed the clinging material, attached to her near perfect body. He needed to get away from her, she was like a flame and he felt the pull she had over him.



He opened the screen door to her room and gentle placed her upon her futon, covering her with layers of silken material. Her yakata had not truly been tied when he’d pulled her from the water, as she sleepily adjusted herself in the bed, it tugged from her still wet form, and revealed the top of her fleshy round healthy breasts. His inner youkai damned the dark hanyou for putting her in this state, he much preferred the loud, overly happy version of this woman, though he hated to admit, when she was human she seemed annoying and now she seemed endearing. His heart would always mourn his daughter Rin, he knew that, but being a demon, events like this happened, one moved on and lived their life. Kagome had been a human all her life, and things were different, her heart would not let her move on as fast, or forget the anger, and sorrow that had been inflicted upon her. He would try to help her, he vowed it that night. Turning to leave his new companion he heard a small whimper. Turning to the female he’d placed in bed, she quieted as he got near her, checking to see if she were okay. Realizing nothing was wrong, he again turned to leave, getting closer to the door again, he heard her whimper. He attempted twice more before deciding that it would be easier to just stay with her.



He called for a servant to bring extra bedding to the room, it had been Sakura, she brought the bedding swiftly and made a futon up for her Lord and master next to the still sleeping Kagome. When Sakura was finished she bowed and exited the room, leaving the pair alone. He might want to take her, mate her, and make her Lady of the Lands but her heart, though now a demons, she was still mortal in some way. He took his kimono off, leaving only his hakama’s on he got into the bed made for him next to Kagome. For a while he laid there, listening to the sounds of her slow steady breath, he thought of what he would do if she left, what he would do if she stayed, and mostly in the calm cool night, now that she no longer held the scent of so much blood, why she smelled almost familiar. Like a family member from his past, soon though he found he didn’t care, it would be a matter to deal with when they woke, now he wanted to rest. He was tired, he gave a deep yawn before turning on his side and falling asleep.



High in the heavens the fates had not been surprised by the out come, with Destiny’s help and the Kami’s blessing, they had formed an intricate weaved life plan for Kagome, and now it was time to start her on her next path. Deep in her sleep Kagome had leaned into the warm body so distant from her on the futon, he smelled heavenly, rugged, suited to rear strong pups with, and above all things, perfect. Deep in his sleep he’d felt himself pull towards the warm body to his side, he gravitated to her, when they’d stilled it was in a loved embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around her body, his hand over her whom protecting what was not there, her small shapely body pressed lovingly into every bit of him. Her back was to his chest, his chin upon her head, they slept, in peace. Still tucked into their own beds and under their own covers Kagome shifted when the morning light hit her face, now on her back she began to stir. Her shifting had caused his arm to end up embracing her breast, asleep his body responded to the pert nipple just below his thumb. The thin yakata she’d gone to sleep in left hardly any thickness, leaving her nipples sensitive to his touch.



A slight heat rose in the pit of her whom as she woke, her arousal scenting the air, he woke as well. She realized very quickly where she was, who she was with, and why they were here, his hand had been over her breast cupping it, but her nipple was responding to his touch. Hardening into a pert nub, his thumb rolled over the tip, and over the areola in firm but sensual circles. On her back still, her eyes fluttered closed, as she arched her back up into his touch, she wanted him, she couldn’t understand it but she did. Her sharp intake of air, and the scent of her arousal growing had Sesshomaru ready to take her, laying perfectly still he continued his assault on the nipple. Her eyes were still closed, while his were open watching her reactions, she had him so ready, his erection growing into the futon painfully. When she finally opened her lush lashes, her eyes slid to the side falling upon his own, she exhaled the held breath she’d been holding, and blushed deeply.



With that he’d realized what and ass he was being, yes she was aroused, yes he wanted her, but they’d both been through so much and it had only been one day. Pulling away from her he turned and rose from the futon, for the first time feeling ashamed of his actions. Her slightly audible whine sung in his ear, he turned to look at her and found her laying with her back to him, ready to leave he was stopped by her singsong voice. “I’m sorry.” was all she said and he’d left for a cold dip in the lake near his home. The rest of the day had been uneventful, she’d spent most of the day in his library near his side, silently reading, her new found lineage made her want to learn all she could. At sunset though, shortly before the evening meal, she’d gone missing. He’d asked servants to find her and when known could he scented her out himself.



There in the gardens she laid near their children, curled into a ball almost softly crying for them in a sleep, in the bed of the roses she‘d grown. Even her snowy hair seemed to want to seduce him, some how she’d managed to have it sprawled out, large round curls at the ends, with the petals falling in and tangling in her mane. Her traditional miko garb, and uniform having been discarded the night before, she laid in her silken deep green kimono, it had been loosened to comfort he imagined. Her bare shoulders were revealed to him giving him a view of the tops of her supple and ample breasts again, her delicate neck exposed to him, the shikon rolled on the necklace she wore to the side in her hands embrace. The slit in her skirt was also open, revealing her inner thighs to him, pale white stalkings in place held up by butter cup ribbons, which were the same color as her obi, she looked tragically beautiful, so utterly peaceful.



Picking her up, she did not wake, stirred yes, but in his arms she’d found peace, she seemed tired, he thought as he turned towards the palace. He brought her back to her room, rose and sakura petals leaving a trail behind him, he laid her gently on her futon, when he tried to pull away she’d had a fist full of his light kimono, having no need to wear armor in his own home, he felt lost for not wanting to wake her. Deciding to simply lay beside her until she released him, he to found peace and was soon fast asleep. The next morning she woke again on her back, arching into his touch, his thumb to her nipple rubbing it pert and hard, her heated whom tightening to his touch, her arousal heavy in the air, his gaze upon her, her blush. He’d rise and ready to leave, only to stop at the soft sing song voice as she called to him. “Thank you.” Their life together began to cycle like this, days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Every morning remained the same though.



Throughout their time together they’d grown close, she had once been so brazen, bold, and daring, and now she seemed submissive, though her fire had never been extinguished, no, she saved it for those battles for when they counted, and they’d had a fair amount, but always calm returned. Even as time passed though she did find some parts of her life harder, for one, Sesshomaru had taken it upon himself to teach her the ways of their race. It had been hard, she’d learned and picked up on the art of battle easily, other finer points did take some time. Hand to hand combat was difficult to pick up but she had, and when she did she became deadly. She’d remembered that being one of the first days she’d seen him truly smile.



By far her hardest lesson was transforming into her true Inu form. He’d advised her it was a state of mind, to mentally picture it, and it would happen, when it did not he’d set out to try the next and only other way to do it. To enrage her. Hours, bloodied, aggravating hours later, Kagome stood in full enraged Inu form, like him, she was snowy white, her pale silver blue crests still showing faintly on her cheeks, her body was petite in comparison to his own, the only difference had been her mokomokosama. Where as his was ivory to his white silver, her own was onyx colored, deep, and bold, the wild fur sat just on her shoulder blades, framing her Inu body perfectly. Unfortunately to get her to transform, he had enraged her, and now she was ready to battle.



She growled and glared at the Lord, who was now in his own Inu form, she’d learned so much but this was not how he wanted to teach her, in this form she was a danger to everyone even herself. Taking an offensive stance he noticed as thought it were collar on her elegant neck the Shikon jewel. It looked as though the delicate chain had stretched to fit the now broad neck of the true form, she did look good like that, like a bitch should, his inner self growled husky with lust. Kagome attacked first, Sesshomaru had expected that this would be a quick fight, he soon found he was wrong, the hours drowned on and both Inus were completely covered in blood, scratches, and gashes. At some point it had become a battle for dominance. A battle he would not allow her to win.



It had been almost a year since the final battle had happened, the moon was full hanging above them, but below in the lands behind the Palace of the Moon, in the Western Lands, the Lord battled for dominance. He’d finally gotten a good grip throwing Kagome off his bloodied back, into a mountain cliff. Diving on top of her he sunk his fangs into her neck and bit down, she whined in pain, but was soon purring. The blood in her eyes receded, and she into humanoid form, as he did as well, his teeth still sunk into her back of her neck. His eyes still glowing red. “Sesshomaru?” her soft voice questioned. The blood in his own eyes faded, while he looked down to see the female hanging from his fangs, immediately he released her.



Both covered in their own blood and claw marks and slashes running down both their bodies, she winched in pain, as she began to collapses. Picking her up immediately in bridal style, he ran to his own chambers, chambers he had not slept in, in almost a year. Looking down at her bloodied body, at what he’d done he felt angry with himself, he’d lost his control while training. Having seen the great battle, Sakura had already anticipated the lords needs, knocking lightly at the door, she heard a deadly growl. “Milord, I have brought bandages, and hot water so that the young lady may be cleaned. Should I leave them at the door?” she waited, a moment passed before he opened the door and took the healing material, and again closed the door. Sakura felt a bit of joy rush over her heart, Kagome was a sweet girl, and now she was the Lady of the West, this would be a good thing for her Lord, plus this would mean pups soon, and she could have something to love again.



Coming back to her he could feel her pain slightly, it worried him but it forced him to attend her that much more. Pulling her shredded cloths from her battered body he began to clean, her beautiful form. Turning her to her side he began to address her back, until he noticed it. His mark, on her neck, falling back and letting her fall limply back on her futon. The look on his face was shock, he had not wanted to take her like this, he’d wanted her to come willingly, and now that was gone. He’d marked her with the mating mark while in battle and hadn’t even noticed it. Would she hate him over it?



Slowly and with much more care he cleaned her body with his tongue, the saliva cleaning and healing much faster then anything else. Her nude form even while healing was beautiful, her breathing was a bit labored, but everything else seemed fine about her, his touches causing small whimpers to come from her. He sighed, what a mess he’d made. He couldn’t very well leave her, his inner struggle would be utterly lost if he even attempted it, but that same struggle wanted him to take her, ravish her, finalize it. For now though he’d settle on sleeping next to her. Going to her room which was next door he pulled his spare futon into his own room, setting it as they normally slept. Now that they were mated, she would sleep in his room as the Lady of the west should.









AN: now this is were i get a tad lost, i have idea's for both options, and i'm open to idea's. On one hand she's angry and he has to gain her attention/love, on the other hand she's confused maybe happy but he's not ready to deal with what he's done. what do you think? let me know. thanks r0o. btw, as you know spelling, grammar, and punctuation are the enemy, imagination my lover. please forgive the rest. - r0o