Eyes of a Hunter

Chapter 8


I hope you enjoy this Chapter. I kinda wanted to write this part. I would write more but I chickened out. I knowwhat's gonna happen when they meet and I'm afraid for Kagome so I put it off for a little while longer. I really tried but I'm startign to doubt my writing abilities sooo please please please forgive me if you do not like it. I'll try even harder next time I promise.

Responses to Reviewers:
First off, thank you all for reading. I am truly honoured to see sme repeat reviewers and every new reviewer is also appreciated so thanks :)

To Dionysos
I was kinda trying to push in the point that Shiori has never really seen Sesshomaru, Notice I kept mentioning how everyone was afraid of him and how secretive he really was. But also do not forget that nightclubs are dark filled mostly with flahsing lights so add that with abt of alchohol and you have your invisibility cloak. To them it was just sme random guy who targetted their friend and well some guy starts to finger fuck your drunk friend well id kick his ass if i werre in their shoes s yea they were [rtecting their friend from some random sex fiend.

To Snowfall:
I had a moment of uhh what's that word. I can't even remember what the word s but its that time when you kind of realise you're going to far i mean that's crazy making it right there in front of a room full of people. No matter what you say people will notice trust me i know lol I wrote at a time when my body was so exhausted that writing just seem to take so freaking long i kept thinking please please end now i wanna do to bed i so tired so yea but thanks for readng though. I'm glad yo still want to read after that horrible effort on my part

To Metis:
lol i leave it to you to be the one to mention Shiori and her manipulativeness. I used the name Shiori after a friend of mine but she is not manipulative (incase she reads this though ill kill her if she ever reads something like this) I always wanted to write a character liek that who will do anything to get what she wants. Its cool but ugh its so wrong. Thanks for reading and commenting. Hope to hear more from you further as we go along :)


~***~

She sat alone in her room, her face flaming with shame and excitement as images of the past few hours played through her mind. Her head had cleared up slowly and in the dark hours of a silent night, vivid images of a drunken version of herself played out. She was finding that she did not enjoy her wanton behaviour. It was just not something that she was accustomed to. For some strange reason she felt tears drift down her face.

Uncharacteristically, visions of the past clouded her mind, chasing away the illicit images. In those days of her youth when she had believed in love, she had met a young half demon by the name of Inuyasha. She had truly believed in love then. It was the love of an optimistic youth. Love, the kind that could conquer the world. Little did she know that such a thing did not exist, for though she tried and she really had, Inuyasha had in the end chosen another. And yet her heart clung to a love that could never be. She wiped a tear off her face feeling sorry for herself. She never had any luck with men it seems.

She laughed a tiny laugh of self pity as she thought of her behaviour. It was inappropriate and as she remembered what she had done that evening the weight of her actions dawned on her. She never used to be that way. She used to be a good innocent girl who believed in all those good things moms taught.

When had that changed? She wondered to herself. It was not like those things were wrong. Even though they had their flaws, they were still something to believe in.

Something to keep hope alive…

She knew that she had given up on love that day, when she had left the Feudal world. She had believed that Inuyasha had died in that last battle and with his death all hopes of reconciliation had died. She’d found herself lying in her bed one day. Her eyes open wide. Her heart racing. It was like it had all been a dream. No one remembered her continual absences. In a world that had never heard of youkai and hanyou she had been born yet when she had woken on that day she had emerged in a world different from the one she knew. Youkai were common knowledge from that day. She had tried to tell her mother but that had only resulted in many appointments with a therapist. She had learned to keep quiet about what had happened after that.

She knew that it had happened. She knew it absolutely. She had the scars to prove it. But every scar or shred of evidence she had brought forward had been explained away. She had known then that something had changed. Maybe the fight had changed time but nothing was the same anymore.

Even the well…

She’d cried for months at the true loss of it all but then with her silence she started to forget, convincing herself that it had all been a dream. Her powers had dulled from years of abandonment. She’d explained it all away.

She got up from bed feeling dejected. She hadn’t thought of her friends in the past for a long time. She suddenly felt so depressed, it weighed on her and the tears wouldn’t stop so she picked up a pillow and went to her computer where she would pour her every thought of that moment on a dairy subfolder she kept in her “My Document” folder. Upset at the unearthed memories that were still so fresh, she let out her frustrations and anger as she mourned for her friends Sango, Miroku, Kouga, Shippo, Kirara, Kaede, Rin, and Inuyasha.

She felt fresh tears flood her eyes and she did not even bother to wipe them away. Her fingers cramped from typing, she shut down and went to her bed again hugging her pillow.

“Maybe there is something wrong with me. I only seem to be attracted to demons,” she whispered in a tear ravaged voice. She just wanted to be happy. Her life was so… meaningless. Get up go to work for twelve hours go home to bed and repeat. The repetitiveness sickened her and only at this moment did she realise this. Maybe that was why she had continued to meet this youkai. Maybe it was because subconsciously she was using him as an Inuyasha replacement, or maybe she just really didn’t want to be alone anymore, smiling fake smiles that she did not feel. She wanted to feel like she did in those days. When she fought alongside true friends even if it ad not been real.

She sighed at the uselessness of her thoughts. According to the therapists that she had seen, they were just manifestations of a child seeking a more interesting world than the one she currently resided in. They could say what they wanted but she knew that it had happened. She knew it absolutely… she thought as her resolution wavered. She closed her eyes to find sleep… Tomorrow would be a long day for her.

The tear-streaked face of a lonely woman lay peacefully on her pillow

~***~

She opened her eyes ready for a new day. She didn’t feel as sorrowful as she had done the previous night but it was decided that the tryst with the unknown youkai would end. She would not meet him anymore no matter how tempting the offer was to her and it was very tempting.

She would remain strong.

Her life may be boring but it was the only one she had so she might as well live it.

With that new pessimistic view she stepped into her office, and prepared for the meeting with the boss. All her work was ready and she should have been preparing for the meeting yet her mind was occupied with a different meeting altogether. I wonder if he will be upset when I do not show? I know he can find me but I really don’t want to do this anymore she sighed and sat at her desk with her head bowed.

She got up suddenly, her shoulders squared. She could do this. Picking up her briefcase, she checked the clock one last time and with false determination she headed to the elevator

~***~

He sat slumped at his desk…

His mind on a human woman who had captivated him. From his attire one could guess that he had been in that exact same spot all night. The reason, he did not want to get rid of her scent from his body. He took in a deep breath and his nostrils were pleasantly assaulted with her delightful aroma. Craving the touch of her fingers on his body, he let out a disgusted sigh. He had more of his father’s blood in him than he would have liked to admit. How low he had come that he would be so consumed by the presence of a human woman. He, who had condemned his father for seeking pleasures from a human. He who had condemned him for loving a hanyou son.

At least in this respect he knew that there would never be a child. The chances of a human accepting the seed of a youkai was slim. He would never acknowledge such an abomination as a hanyou child anyway. He felt repulsed at the very thought of such a creature coming from him. Yet he could not deny his fascination with this woman. He still wanted her, even now as his body swelled with need at the very thought of her. She consumed him in a very intoxicating way. He needed that again. He needed that feeling, that glorious conquest, that first penetration of her supple body, that acceptance of fierce desire they both shared.

Finally he got up to stretch his muscles from a long cramped night.

His body shuddering as his engorged erection grazed over the harsh material of his pants through silken boxers. He looked down at the tented material in disgusted surprise, not that he shouldn’t have expected it. He seemed to be in a constant state of arousal recently. He went to his bathroom to comb up the mess that was his hair. He had to at least look presentable for the R and D employee probably up on their way right at this moment. He refused to change but he would at least keep up appearances.

Amused, he remembered the last time one of his employees who had entered his office. The human had trembled so fiercely. The stench of fear though had clung to his office for weeks. He shook his head and sat down waiting patiently, intimidating.

A smooth swoosh caught his ear. A light tap of a foot on the tiled floor and his heart leapt, his body tensed. He did not understand the sudden interest yet it was like his inner youkai was restless. Those light steps seemed to match the pounding of his heart. With each step closer, the fierce drum of his heart grew in crescendo.

As a cool hand touched the door of his secretary’s connected outer office his entire being stilled for something. He did not know what but he was waiting for it. With tiny effort the door swung open and he felt an excited pain jolt within his breast. He took in a much-needed breath and he was floored

He would know that scent anywhere. The pound of a drumming heart increased as he forced his body to remain where it was. Indents on a mahogany desk would tell of his mental struggle for restraint as an intelligent brain worked to figure out the puzzle.

She worked for him. That explained why her scent had been in the lobby the previous night. His ningen woman had been just a few floors down all this time.

It was as if Chronos sort to extend the mental struggles as her approach slowed. Each step seemed suspended in time from the one after. A feral growl lodged in his throat as the first knock came on his door. He felt… anticipation. The sounds of those first knocks echoed through his entire body as he sought those years of restraint.

Without further a due, the door cracked open admitting his ningen lover. His eyes opened wide as he looked upon her face for the first time and untold rage clouded his mind…

~***~

Stepping out of the empty elevator, Kagome felt a sudden air of… excitement wrap around her. Her heart pounded in an almost fear. This strange sense of anticipation grew with every step she took towards the office.

Of course I’m anxious. It will be the first time I meet the boss anyway. Its an honour. she said trying to convince herself

I’m sure all those rumours of him killing humans were false, she continued taking in a deep breath. She couldn’t help the fear. She had made it a habit to stay away from youkai because of how vicious they could be. Well except for that brief moment of insanity when she had allowed a youkai to make love to her on countless occasions. But the first time had not been by choice… exactly.

She was a top level employee within the company the boss wouldn’t hurt her. Many would notice that she was missing plus they would lose a great asset to their entire business. She was not conceited but she did know her own worth. With that thought, she opened up the door leading to Shiori’s office, admiring it for a moment though her own office was much bigger. But for a secretary she suddenly had a great office.

Smiling briefly she turned her mind back to her true goal. The door leading to S. Taisho’s office. Giving a firm, brief knock she pushed open the door to stand frozen as she watched the angry face of a man she had convinced herself was a dream like the others. Her heart pounded at what it meant.

She really had gone to the feudal era. It was real and her proof was seating right there before her. But he did not seem too happy to see her and so she took a step back in a reaction to the undiluted fear coursing through her veins.