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The Best Laid Plans
Chapter 5:
~Meiji Era~
A somewhat calmer Sanosuke found himself wandering until he reached one of the
more seedy sections of Tokyo, an area which he had not visited much since he
gave up the title of Zanza, fighter for hire. Something was troubling him, and
he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He had intended to run after Kenshin,
and drag him back to the dojo if he had to in order to get some answers, but
first he needed to clear his head.
For no matter what he saw with his own eyes, he was not able to wrap his mind
around the idea that Kenshin could do such a thing to Kaoru. His friend may
have had a less than desirable past, and many had died by his hand, but Kaoru?
It was just… unthinkable.
Sano found himself at a small bar by the docks, where the sake was cheap and
the women were cheaper. A few of the girls glanced his way, but fortunately
stopped short of propositioning him.
He had built a bit of a reputation for himself in these parts, and people recognized
him and also the mood he was in. The patrons therefore gave him a wide berth.
Even the serving wench didn’t dally any longer than was necessary.
He sat in a dark corner and downed sake after sake. After a while, he managed
to reach a state of mind where everything was pleasantly numb. Still, there
were no revelations to be found in the sweet hot drink, and he felt guilty for
falling into his old habits when two of his friends were busy burning the dead.
He just was not able to stay and help them. Staying meant recognizing that jou-chan
was dead -- sweet jou-chan, who made terrible food and who always put up with
his free-loading. Staying meant recognizing that she had been violated in the
worst possible way and killed; possibly by the man she loved. Staying meant
recognizing that his best friend was really a demon in disguise.
No. That could not be what happened. There had to be something else going on,
something that they weren’t seeing. Kenshin could not have possibly done that
to Kaoru. Besides, of all the people he knew, Kenshin was seemingly the least
interested in sex, and he couldn’t even imagine him resorting to rape. Hell,
that tanuki would have been more than willing to jump Kenshin, anyway. She loved
him; everyone knew that -- everyone but the woefully oblivious Kenshin.
And Kenshin had loved her back, Sano realized with a start. Yes, he had loved
her back. He may not have said it in so many words, but it was in everything
he had done for her. Each time he had done the laundry, prepared her bath, cooked
dinner, protected her – all that was because he loved her.
No, Kenshin didn’t do anything to Kaoru. The officers on the other hand…
From what Sano saw, they had been ripped apart as if by a wild animal – not
sliced neatly by a sword. Could Kenshin have done that?
Try as he might, Sano couldn’t make any sense out of it, and didn’t care to
think on it anymore. He rose to leave, but quickly settled back in his seat
as he overheard the conversation at the table in front of him.
“…came from the north, I believe. A foreigner, ‘e was by the looks of ‘em. ‘is
hair was white, it was, white as snow. ‘e paid me quite a bit to convince those
officers to go to that girl’s dojo.”
“How’d ya get them to go there?”
“Er, I told ‘em that it was on fire, that I did -- and that there were women
and children inside.”
“That’d do it.”
“Yeah… but you know, the officers – they never came back. I ‘eard that they
were slaughtered by a demon, they were. ~hic~.”
“A demon?”
“Yeah.”
“It ain’t yer fault, mate. You didn’t know.”
“Maybe. I ain’t never gonna trust no foreigners no more, that’s for sure.”
The two men laughed.
Sano had heard enough. He stood up and approached the other table. The two men
looked at him warily. Sano recognized both of them; they were basically grunts
for a local thieving ring.
Sano placed both his hands upon their table, hard, causing their sake cups to
spill over.
The smaller of the two men shifted his chair back a bit. Neither of them would
meet his eyes, he noticed, and he gave them his most sardonic grin.
“Gentlemen, I’d be MOST interested in hearing more about the foreigner you were
discussing.”
The larger man briefly met his gaze, and considered. Sure, he hated being told
what to do, but then again he knew who Sano was, wasn’t thrilled about a confrontation
with him, and it wasn’t like he owed any loyalty to the foreigner.
“What do ya wanna know?”
“Oh, I don’t know, his name maybe? What he looked like?” Sano asked, as he drummed
his fingers on their table.
The big man swallowed, as he watched how the sake cup he had just righted moved
a little bit from the reverberations each time one of Sano’s fingers hit the
table.
“Uh, he didn’t tell me ‘is name, he didn’t. We only just discussed the job,
and that’s it. As for ’is looks -- well, he wore a cape; the hood of which hid
‘is eyes, it did. All I could see was ‘is hair – it was very long, and white.
Oh! And he ‘ad strange markings on his cheeks – almost like stripes, they were.
Two on each side,” he said.
“Must be a foreign thing,” the smaller man commented.
“Yeah, I guess,” he agreed with a snort, “Let’s see, ‘e was tall -- very tall
and very rich. Wouldn’t be surprised if ‘e was a Lord of some sort, I wouldn’t.”
The big man smiled, satisfied with his description and nodded at Sano.
”That’d be about all I can tell you, Zanza.”
Sano stared at the man for a moment, and nodded, convinced that the lowlife
had nothing else of worth to offer.
“Well, thank you very much, gentlemen,” he said eventually, as he stood up and
prepared to leave. He needed to get back into town and get some supplies. He
still intended to try to find Kenshin, and he seriously doubted that the men
who went after him and Yahiko’s so-called demon would succeed in capturing the
pair. Still, he needed to know if they had returned yet. If nothing else, they
would be a source of information for Sano.
“A couple a yen would be much more appreciated then any thanks, I reckon,” the
large man said with a smile that showed all too well his many chipped and yellowed
teeth.
“I reckon you’re right,” Sano answered, and he left, ignoring the angry snarls
behind him.
~~~
~Tokyo, 2012~
Somehow, Kagome managed to soothe Shinta’s aura enough so that he stopped convulsing.
It required constant contact from her to do so, and between the two of them,
they managed to move him inside and upstairs to her room. They laid him across
Kagome’s bed, and she stood next to him, holding his hand as she told Shippo
what needed to be done.
“Kagome… okaa-san, you don’t have to do this,” Shippo said, his voice wavering.
Inside he was at war with himself. He understood the sacrifice Kagome would
have to make, and yet he did not want to see his only son die in such a way.
Kagome sighed. “Hai, Shippo. I do.”
Yuki, who had been eavesdropping, but not really understanding the conversation
between the two of them had finally had enough and burst into the room, laying
accusing eyes on Shippo.
“You may call her okaa-san, but she is not your mother – she is MINE, and it
will be by my sword that you die if you cause her any harm,” she said, and pulled
Tetsusaiga from its sheath. This time, it transformed completely.
Yuki was so stunned by the transformation, that she actually dropped the sword.
All vestiges of rage in her expression literally melted into those of disbelief
as she turned to her mother.
“Okaa-san? What just happened?”
Kagome sighed. Of course, her daughter’s desire to protect her would cause the
sword to transform – but at the worst possible time. She had to deal with Shinta,
or he was going to die. Now was not the time to have the long overdue talk with
her daughter about the Tetsusaiga, and consequentially, her past.
Suddenly, she had an idea. She looked back and forth from Yuki to Shippo, and
realized that she could solve a couple of problems at the same time. She needed
to get Yuki out of the house, and she knew all too well that her stubborn little
girl would refuse to leave. But she also knew that Yuki wasn’t immune to a bribe.
“Yuki. Why don’t you go outside with Shippo and spar with him,” she said, as
she took Shinta’s sakabato from its sheath and tossed it over to Shippo. Shippo
gave her such a look of utter confusion, that if the circumstances weren’t so
dire, she would have laughed.
“WHAT? No. No. Possible. Way. I swear, mom, you are about this close to being
committed. There is no way that I’m going to leave you alone with that strange
hanyou – yes mom, I can smell perfectly well what he is – without knowing what
is going on, and I—“
“YUKI. Onegai, Yuki, listen to me. I need to take care of him. Shinta here is
very ill, and if I don’t care for him, he’s going to die. It will require miko
energy to do so, and you could quite possibly get hurt if you stay inside.”
This, of course, was only a half-truth, but Kagome couldn’t very well tell her
daughter what a blood bond truly entailed. “Besides, Shippo is a very old and
very dear friend of mine who—“
“I’m telling you, you are out of your—“
”WHO CAN TELL YOU ALL ABOUT YOUR FATHER!”
Silence.
Yuki looked stunned for a moment, and Kagome had to struggle to keep from smiling
in triumph. She had dangled the proverbial carrot, and it looked as if it would
work. She looked over to Shippo, and threw in what she knew would clinch the
deal.
“Shippo. You have been my friend and my son for a very long time. I have never
been able to bring myself to tell Yuki about what really happened. Could you
please, for me, tell her? Tell her everything. Tell her about the well, tell
her about the Sengoku Jidai, tell her about Naraku, Kikyo, Sesshoumaru, Koga,
Myouga, Sango and Miroku. Tell her… tell her about Inuyasha. Yuki deserves to
know.”
Kagome let go of Shinta’s hand briefly to kneel down and reach under her bed.
She pulled out an old and dusty photo album filled with the photos she took
of her friends from the Sengoku Jidai, and tossed it to Shippo. He caught it,
his eyes filled with awe as he recognized the old gray book and nodded.
Shinta was already starting to shake again, and Kagome quickly clasped his hand,
transferring a small amount of her energy in the process. He immediately settled
down.
This did not go unnoticed by Yuki, and while she was suspicious about what exactly
her mother had planned to help the kitsune-hanyou, she did notice that Kagome
was very determined to do so.
Yuki sighed and nodded her assent.
”Alright mother, I’ll play. But if he hurts you, I’ll kill him myself,” she
said, before picking up her sword and storming out the door.
Kagome looked at Shippo and gave him a sad smile.
”You’d better follow her. She’s a lot like her dad, you know.”
“Hai. That I can see,” he said, and then in a flash he had pulled her into an
almost bruising hug. “Ashiteru, Kagome.”
Kagome sucked in a deep breath, and returned the hug as best as she could with
one hand.
“Ashiteru, Shippo. Go,” she said, a single tear making its way down her cheek.
Shippo placed a small kiss on her forehead and left to follow Yuki, holding
both the photo album and sakabato almost reverently.
As soon as Kagome heard the door downstairs close, she exerted a small amount
of miko energy and created a barrier around the house. They wouldn’t be able
to hear, smell, or sense anything coming from inside the house, and if they
tried to enter while the barrier was still up, the barrier would repel them.
That being done, she let go of Shinta’s hand and quickly ran into her bathroom.
She rummaged inside the top drawer until she found what she was looking for
– a small, but sharp straight edge razor, one that her brother Souta used to
shave with when he came home from university.
She ran her fingers through her hair, took a deep breath, and looked into the
mirror. Her eyes were sad but determined, and her skin paler than usual and
she realized with a gasp that she was looking not at her own reflection, but
at Kikyo’s.
Frowning, she turned from the mirror and grabbed the simple cotton yukata that
hung from the hook on the back of the bathroom door. Hastily, she changed from
her uniform into the yukata. She took a deep breath, and then ran back into
her room where she joined Shinta on the bed and took him into her arms.
It took a moment for him to settle down again, but he did. Kagome, however,
was shaking with nerves. She gently untangled her arms from him, making sure
to keep contact with the side of her body flush against his, and examined her
hand.
“Inuyasha, forgive me,” she whispered, as she drew the blade across the old
scar on her right hand. The blood welled up immediately, hot and crimson and
she leaned over on her side and with her left hand, cupped Shinta behind the
neck, her fingers brushing over the old and familiar rosary as she did so.
His mouth opened just a little as she did so. Trembling, she brought her right
hand to his lips and allowed a few precious drops of blood to spill over onto
his lips and tongue.
For a moment, nothing happened.
And then the man beneath her began to change. His heart began to beat stronger,
louder. His delicate fingernails elongated and strengthened into claws. His
partially closed eyes, which had fluctuated between yellow and violet, turned
a deep crimson, and his tongue darted out between a set of fangs to lick the
remaining blood off of her hand.
She tried to ignore the shivers that this small action sent down her spine.
’I will not feel’, she told herself, even as the kitsune-hanyou below her started
releasing pheromones that set her blood on fire.
Suddenly, she found herself being held by a pair of very strong arms, as the
man beneath her woke with a start and switched their positions so that she was
now underneath him.
His breathing was rapid and hot, and his crimson eyes burned into hers, devouring
her as if she were his prey.
“Ssss—submit,” he said, in a husky voice laced with need.
The part of her mind that wasn’t completely fogged with lust wondered at the
fact that he still retained enough control to verbally ask for her submission.
He was snarling at her, and she realized she had yet to respond. She turned
her head to the side, and bared her neck – an act of submission instinctively
understood by all canine and canine-type youkai.
He growled and attacked her neck brutally with his fangs and tongue, licking
and biting along her pulse point while his hands were grasping at her clothing,
desperately seeking skin. She was glad she changed out of her uniform, because
his claws tore through the yukata she wore, rendering it useless. It wasn’t
long before he had her completely naked beneath him.
He was shaking above her, desperately trying to remove his own clothing, but
having some difficulty with his obi. She tried to help him, but he merely batted
her hand away and growled a warning. He was youkai; he was alpha. He would be
the dominant one in every way.
He finally managed to undress, but his obi was as torn as her yukata. He didn’t
even notice; his youkai blood was pounding through his veins, demanding that
he claim the powerful miko beneath him, and nothing else mattered. He pulled
Kagome tightly against himself, and ground his need into her thigh.
Kagome moaned. He was beautiful, glorious and powerful. The youkai was awakening
feelings inside her that had been dormant for over a decade. A wave of pure
need lanced through her and she shivered. She knew she shouldn’t be enjoying
this, shouldn’t want this, but she couldn’t help it.
It couldn’t really be Kagome that was responding to his urgent caresses against
her skin, it couldn’t be her that was feeling a rush of wetness between her
legs even as he brutally pressed his lips against hers. No, it had to be someone
else inside of her, just like it wasn’t Shinta on top of her, pushing his tongue
into her mouth, but the demon inside of him.
His kiss was powerful, violent and filled with more passion and need than she
even thought possible. He nicked her tongue with his fangs and their mouths
were suddenly filled with the coppery taste of her blood.
The renewed taste of her blood sent him into a frenzy, and Kagome found herself
abruptly flipped over, and forced down on her knees and elbows, with her legs
spread wide apart. She barely had a chance to catch her breath before he thrust
into her, hard and to the hilt, with a feral growl. Kagome let out a small mew
from the unexpected sensation, and buried her face into the pillow.
And then he was pounding into her so forcefully she thought she might burst.
Still, she could not control her body’s responses to this, and found herself
almost suffocating in the need to gain release from the pleasure filled haze.
Finally, he thrust one last time, so far into her he brushed against her cervix
and as he roared his completion above her, she felt something snap inside herself,
and when she came, she cried.
He leaned forward, suddenly, still connected to her and sank his fangs deep
into the side of her neck against her pulse point, and Kagome’s eyes shot open
in horror and disbelief.
He had marked her, made her his mate.
A wash of fear fell over her, and she prayed to all the kami she knew that their
hasty plan to save Shinta wouldn’t come crashing down all around them when he
came back to himself and realized what they had done.
~~~
A/N: Bleah! This chapter was very, very hard to write for some reason. Not sure
I'm completely satisfied with it, but oh well. Hope it’s been worth the wait
– I had a nasty, nasty case of the flu which kept me out of commission for four
days with a fever. Argh. The thing is, this is the first year I have neglected
to get a flue shot in the past seven. So I guess it serves me right, ne?
Next up: Kenshin’s long overdue POV. BTW, if you are reading this on FFnet,
know that this chapter has been slightly edited. If you want the full, down
and dirty chapter, check AFF or mediaminer.
Anyway, don’t be all hating Sesshy yet; He’s my all time favorite bishie, and
I would never, ever debase him in such a way… oh hell, I’ve probably said too
much as it is. Just keep reading, you’ll see where I’m going with this.
Again, reviews, as always, are very much appreciated.
Japanese words:
jou-chan - little woman; nickname for Kaoru
tanuki - racoon
Ashiteru - I love you
Yukata – a Japanese
garment a little shorter than a kimono (like what Rin wears)
sakabato - reverse blade sword
miko - shrine maiden
youkai - demon
kitsune-hanyou - fox half demon
kami - gods
Sengoku Jidai - Japan's feudal era
okaa-san - mother
~Meiji Era~
A somewhat calmer Sanosuke found himself wandering until he reached one of the
more seedy sections of Tokyo, an area which he had not visited much since he
gave up the title of Zanza, fighter for hire. Something was troubling him, and
he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He had intended to run after Kenshin,
and drag him back to the dojo if he had to in order to get some answers, but
first he needed to clear his head.
For no matter what he saw with his own eyes, he was not able to wrap his mind
around the idea that Kenshin could do such a thing to Kaoru. His friend may
have had a less than desirable past, and many had died by his hand, but Kaoru?
It was just… unthinkable.
Sano found himself at a small bar by the docks, where the sake was cheap and
the women were cheaper. A few of the girls glanced his way, but fortunately
stopped short of propositioning him.
He had built a bit of a reputation for himself in these parts, and people recognized
him and also the mood he was in. The patrons therefore gave him a wide berth.
Even the serving wench didn’t dally any longer than was necessary.
He sat in a dark corner and downed sake after sake. After a while, he managed
to reach a state of mind where everything was pleasantly numb. Still, there
were no revelations to be found in the sweet hot drink, and he felt guilty for
falling into his old habits when two of his friends were busy burning the dead.
He just was not able to stay and help them. Staying meant recognizing that jou-chan
was dead -- sweet jou-chan, who made terrible food and who always put up with
his free-loading. Staying meant recognizing that she had been violated in the
worst possible way and killed; possibly by the man she loved. Staying meant
recognizing that his best friend was really a demon in disguise.
No. That could not be what happened. There had to be something else going on,
something that they weren’t seeing. Kenshin could not have possibly done that
to Kaoru. Besides, of all the people he knew, Kenshin was seemingly the least
interested in sex, and he couldn’t even imagine him resorting to rape. Hell,
that tanuki would have been more than willing to jump Kenshin, anyway. She loved
him; everyone knew that -- everyone but the woefully oblivious Kenshin.
And Kenshin had loved her back, Sano realized with a start. Yes, he had loved
her back. He may not have said it in so many words, but it was in everything
he had done for her. Each time he had done the laundry, prepared her bath, cooked
dinner, protected her – all that was because he loved her.
No, Kenshin didn’t do anything to Kaoru. The officers on the other hand…
From what Sano saw, they had been ripped apart as if by a wild animal – not
sliced neatly by a sword. Could Kenshin have done that?
Try as he might, Sano couldn’t make any sense out of it, and didn’t care to
think on it anymore. He rose to leave, but quickly settled back in his seat
as he overheard the conversation at the table in front of him.
“…came from the north, I believe. A foreigner, ‘e was by the looks of ‘em. ‘is
hair was white, it was, white as snow. ‘e paid me quite a bit to convince those
officers to go to that girl’s dojo.”
“How’d ya get them to go there?”
“Er, I told ‘em that it was on fire, that I did -- and that there were women
and children inside.”
“That’d do it.”
“Yeah… but you know, the officers – they never came back. I ‘eard that they
were slaughtered by a demon, they were. ~hic~.”
“A demon?”
“Yeah.”
“It ain’t yer fault, mate. You didn’t know.”
“Maybe. I ain’t never gonna trust no foreigners no more, that’s for sure.”
The two men laughed.
Sano had heard enough. He stood up and approached the other table. The two men
looked at him warily. Sano recognized both of them; they were basically grunts
for a local thieving ring.
Sano placed both his hands upon their table, hard, causing their sake cups to
spill over.
The smaller of the two men shifted his chair back a bit. Neither of them would
meet his eyes, he noticed, and he gave them his most sardonic grin.
“Gentlemen, I’d be MOST interested in hearing more about the foreigner you were
discussing.”
The larger man briefly met his gaze, and considered. Sure, he hated being told
what to do, but then again he knew who Sano was, wasn’t thrilled about a confrontation
with him, and it wasn’t like he owed any loyalty to the foreigner.
“What do ya wanna know?”
“Oh, I don’t know, his name maybe? What he looked like?” Sano asked, as he drummed
his fingers on their table.
The big man swallowed, as he watched how the sake cup he had just righted moved
a little bit from the reverberations each time one of Sano’s fingers hit the
table.
“Uh, he didn’t tell me ‘is name, he didn’t. We only just discussed the job,
and that’s it. As for ’is looks -- well, he wore a cape; the hood of which hid
‘is eyes, it did. All I could see was ‘is hair – it was very long, and white.
Oh! And he ‘ad strange markings on his cheeks – almost like stripes, they were.
Two on each side,” he said.
“Must be a foreign thing,” the smaller man commented.
“Yeah, I guess,” he agreed with a snort, “Let’s see, ‘e was tall -- very tall
and very rich. Wouldn’t be surprised if ‘e was a Lord of some sort, I wouldn’t.”
The big man smiled, satisfied with his description and nodded at Sano.
”That’d be about all I can tell you, Zanza.”
Sano stared at the man for a moment, and nodded, convinced that the lowlife
had nothing else of worth to offer.
“Well, thank you very much, gentlemen,” he said eventually, as he stood up and
prepared to leave. He needed to get back into town and get some supplies. He
still intended to try to find Kenshin, and he seriously doubted that the men
who went after him and Yahiko’s so-called demon would succeed in capturing the
pair. Still, he needed to know if they had returned yet. If nothing else, they
would be a source of information for Sano.
“A couple a yen would be much more appreciated then any thanks, I reckon,” the
large man said with a smile that showed all too well his many chipped and yellowed
teeth.
“I reckon you’re right,” Sano answered, and he left, ignoring the angry snarls
behind him.
~~~
~Tokyo, 2012~
Somehow, Kagome managed to soothe Shinta’s aura enough so that he stopped convulsing.
It required constant contact from her to do so, and between the two of them,
they managed to move him inside and upstairs to her room. They laid him across
Kagome’s bed, and she stood next to him, holding his hand as she told Shippo
what needed to be done.
“Kagome… okaa-san, you don’t have to do this,” Shippo said, his voice wavering.
Inside he was at war with himself. He understood the sacrifice Kagome would
have to make, and yet he did not want to see his only son die in such a way.
Kagome sighed. “Hai, Shippo. I do.”
Yuki, who had been eavesdropping, but not really understanding the conversation
between the two of them had finally had enough and burst into the room, laying
accusing eyes on Shippo.
“You may call her okaa-san, but she is not your mother – she is MINE, and it
will be by my sword that you die if you cause her any harm,” she said, and pulled
Tetsusaiga from its sheath. This time, it transformed completely.
Yuki was so stunned by the transformation, that she actually dropped the sword.
All vestiges of rage in her expression literally melted into those of disbelief
as she turned to her mother.
“Okaa-san? What just happened?”
Kagome sighed. Of course, her daughter’s desire to protect her would cause the
sword to transform – but at the worst possible time. She had to deal with Shinta,
or he was going to die. Now was not the time to have the long overdue talk with
her daughter about the Tetsusaiga, and consequentially, her past.
Suddenly, she had an idea. She looked back and forth from Yuki to Shippo, and
realized that she could solve a couple of problems at the same time. She needed
to get Yuki out of the house, and she knew all too well that her stubborn little
girl would refuse to leave. But she also knew that Yuki wasn’t immune to a bribe.
“Yuki. Why don’t you go outside with Shippo and spar with him,” she said, as
she took Shinta’s sakabato from its sheath and tossed it over to Shippo. Shippo
gave her such a look of utter confusion, that if the circumstances weren’t so
dire, she would have laughed.
“WHAT? No. No. Possible. Way. I swear, mom, you are about this close to being
committed. There is no way that I’m going to leave you alone with that strange
hanyou – yes mom, I can smell perfectly well what he is – without knowing what
is going on, and I—“
“YUKI. Onegai, Yuki, listen to me. I need to take care of him. Shinta here is
very ill, and if I don’t care for him, he’s going to die. It will require miko
energy to do so, and you could quite possibly get hurt if you stay inside.”
This, of course, was only a half-truth, but Kagome couldn’t very well tell her
daughter what a blood bond truly entailed. “Besides, Shippo is a very old and
very dear friend of mine who—“
“I’m telling you, you are out of your—“
”WHO CAN TELL YOU ALL ABOUT YOUR FATHER!”
Silence.
Yuki looked stunned for a moment, and Kagome had to struggle to keep from smiling
in triumph. She had dangled the proverbial carrot, and it looked as if it would
work. She looked over to Shippo, and threw in what she knew would clinch the
deal.
“Shippo. You have been my friend and my son for a very long time. I have never
been able to bring myself to tell Yuki about what really happened. Could you
please, for me, tell her? Tell her everything. Tell her about the well, tell
her about the Sengoku Jidai, tell her about Naraku, Kikyo, Sesshoumaru, Koga,
Myouga, Sango and Miroku. Tell her… tell her about Inuyasha. Yuki deserves to
know.”
Kagome let go of Shinta’s hand briefly to kneel down and reach under her bed.
She pulled out an old and dusty photo album filled with the photos she took
of her friends from the Sengoku Jidai, and tossed it to Shippo. He caught it,
his eyes filled with awe as he recognized the old gray book and nodded.
Shinta was already starting to shake again, and Kagome quickly clasped his hand,
transferring a small amount of her energy in the process. He immediately settled
down.
This did not go unnoticed by Yuki, and while she was suspicious about what exactly
her mother had planned to help the kitsune-hanyou, she did notice that Kagome
was very determined to do so.
Yuki sighed and nodded her assent.
”Alright mother, I’ll play. But if he hurts you, I’ll kill him myself,” she
said, before picking up her sword and storming out the door.
Kagome looked at Shippo and gave him a sad smile.
”You’d better follow her. She’s a lot like her dad, you know.”
“Hai. That I can see,” he said, and then in a flash he had pulled her into an
almost bruising hug. “Ashiteru, Kagome.”
Kagome sucked in a deep breath, and returned the hug as best as she could with
one hand.
“Ashiteru, Shippo. Go,” she said, a single tear making its way down her cheek.
Shippo placed a small kiss on her forehead and left to follow Yuki, holding
both the photo album and sakabato almost reverently.
As soon as Kagome heard the door downstairs close, she exerted a small amount
of miko energy and created a barrier around the house. They wouldn’t be able
to hear, smell, or sense anything coming from inside the house, and if they
tried to enter while the barrier was still up, the barrier would repel them.
That being done, she let go of Shinta’s hand and quickly ran into her bathroom.
She rummaged inside the top drawer until she found what she was looking for
– a small, but sharp straight edge razor, one that her brother Souta used to
shave with when he came home from university.
She ran her fingers through her hair, took a deep breath, and looked into the
mirror. Her eyes were sad but determined, and her skin paler than usual and
she realized with a gasp that she was looking not at her own reflection, but
at Kikyo’s.
Frowning, she turned from the mirror and grabbed the simple cotton yukata that
hung from the hook on the back of the bathroom door. Hastily, she changed from
her uniform into the yukata. She took a deep breath, and then ran back into
her room where she joined Shinta on the bed and took him into her arms.
It took a moment for him to settle down again, but he did. Kagome, however,
was shaking with nerves. She gently untangled her arms from him, making sure
to keep contact with the side of her body flush against his, and examined her
hand.
“Inuyasha, forgive me,” she whispered, as she drew the blade across the old
scar on her right hand. The blood welled up immediately, hot and crimson and
she leaned over on her side and with her left hand, cupped Shinta behind the
neck, her fingers brushing over the old and familiar rosary as she did so.
His mouth opened just a little as she did so. Trembling, she brought her right
hand to his lips and allowed a few precious drops of blood to spill over onto
his lips and tongue.
For a moment, nothing happened.
And then the man beneath her began to change. His heart began to beat stronger,
louder. His delicate fingernails elongated and strengthened into claws. His
partially closed eyes, which had fluctuated between yellow and violet, turned
a deep crimson, and his tongue darted out between a set of fangs to lick the
remaining blood off of her hand.
She tried to ignore the shivers that this small action sent down her spine.
’I will not feel’, she told herself, even as the kitsune-hanyou below her started
releasing pheromones that set her blood on fire.
Suddenly, she found herself being held by a pair of very strong arms, as the
man beneath her woke with a start and switched their positions so that she was
now underneath him.
His breathing was rapid and hot, and his crimson eyes burned into hers, devouring
her as if she were his prey.
“Ssss—submit,” he said, in a husky voice laced with need.
The part of her mind that wasn’t completely fogged with lust wondered at the
fact that he still retained enough control to verbally ask for her submission.
He was snarling at her, and she realized she had yet to respond. She turned
her head to the side, and bared her neck – an act of submission instinctively
understood by all canine and canine-type youkai.
He growled and attacked her neck brutally with his fangs and tongue, licking
and biting along her pulse point while his hands were grasping at her clothing,
desperately seeking skin. She was glad she changed out of her uniform, because
his claws tore through the yukata she wore, rendering it useless. It wasn’t
long before he had her completely naked beneath him.
He was shaking above her, desperately trying to remove his own clothing, but
having some difficulty with his obi. She tried to help him, but he merely batted
her hand away and growled a warning. He was youkai; he was alpha. He would be
the dominant one in every way.
He finally managed to undress, but his obi was as torn as her yukata. He didn’t
even notice; his youkai blood was pounding through his veins, demanding that
he claim the powerful miko beneath him, and nothing else mattered. He pulled
Kagome tightly against himself, and ground his need into her thigh.
Kagome moaned. He was beautiful, glorious and powerful. The youkai was awakening
feelings inside her that had been dormant for over a decade. A wave of pure
need lanced through her and she shivered. She knew she shouldn’t be enjoying
this, shouldn’t want this, but she couldn’t help it.
It couldn’t really be Kagome that was responding to his urgent caresses against
her skin, it couldn’t be her that was feeling a rush of wetness between her
legs even as he brutally pressed his lips against hers. No, it had to be someone
else inside of her, just like it wasn’t Shinta on top of her, pushing his tongue
into her mouth, but the demon inside of him.
His kiss was powerful, violent and filled with more passion and need than she
even thought possible. He nicked her tongue with his fangs and their mouths
were suddenly filled with the coppery taste of her blood.
The renewed taste of her blood sent him into a frenzy, and Kagome found herself
abruptly flipped over, and forced down on her knees and elbows, with her legs
spread wide apart. She barely had a chance to catch her breath before he thrust
into her, hard and to the hilt, with a feral growl. Kagome let out a small mew
from the unexpected sensation, and buried her face into the pillow.
And then he was pounding into her so forcefully she thought she might burst.
Still, she could not control her body’s responses to this, and found herself
almost suffocating in the need to gain release from the pleasure filled haze.
Finally, he thrust one last time, so far into her he brushed against her cervix
and as he roared his completion above her, she felt something snap inside herself,
and when she came, she cried.
He leaned forward, suddenly, still connected to her and sank his fangs deep
into the side of her neck against her pulse point, and Kagome’s eyes shot open
in horror and disbelief.
He had marked her, made her his mate.
A wash of fear fell over her, and she prayed to all the kami she knew that their
hasty plan to save Shinta wouldn’t come crashing down all around them when he
came back to himself and realized what they had done.
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A/N: Bleah! This chapter was very, very hard to write for some reason. Not sure
I'm completely satisfied with it, but oh well. Hope it’s been worth the wait
– I had a nasty, nasty case of the flu which kept me out of commission for four
days with a fever. Argh. The thing is, this is the first year I have neglected
to get a flue shot in the past seven. So I guess it serves me right, ne?
Next up: Kenshin’s long overdue POV. BTW, if you are reading this on FFnet,
know that this chapter has been slightly edited. If you want the full, down
and dirty chapter, check AFF or mediaminer.
Anyway, don’t be all hating Sesshy yet; He’s my all time favorite bishie, and
I would never, ever debase him in such a way… oh hell, I’ve probably said too
much as it is. Just keep reading, you’ll see where I’m going with this.
Again, reviews, as always, are very much appreciated.
Japanese words:
jou-chan - little woman; nickname for Kaoru
tanuki - racoon
Ashiteru - I love you
Yukata – a Japanese
garment a little shorter than a kimono (like what Rin wears)
sakabato - reverse blade sword
miko - shrine maiden
youkai - demon
kitsune-hanyou - fox half demon
kami - gods
Sengoku Jidai - Japan's feudal era
okaa-san - mother