Something Missing

*timidly peeks out* Nobody is going to kill me for not updating in so long, right? Well, here it is. The latest update. Please review, even if only to tell me how much you hate it.


Chapter 8

“Who?” Jareth asked, half jealous and half depressed thinking that Alana already knew who her mate was. Then she would have no use for him, for getting to know him again, or staying up days just talking and teasing the visiting diplomats once all in the court had grown used to the two trouble makers.

‘But we aren’t at court any longer. We can’t tease diplomats or fellow court members anymore, ever again. Will we still be close?’ he mournfully contemplated a time not being able to get to know Alana again, seeing how she changed in the long centuries apart from her kind.

“You idiot. If you think my mate is anyone other than you then I need to have my magic’s sanity checked. Not that magic is sentient, but anything that could choose such a-” her rant was cut off mid-complaint by the smooth lips of Jareth meeting her own. She gave a tiny moan and enjoyed what she’s been craving for the last two, three hundred years.

“I am not an idiot, most of the time. And your magic must be the most intelligent, non-sentient force out there, since it chose me as a mate.” Jareth boasted. She gave her sweetly familiar smile and laughed.

“I waited so long to hear those words.” she said before dragging his head down for another mind-blowing kiss. This time Jareth decided to indulge his goblin, feral side a bit. Alana let loose the most beautiful moan when Jareth’s sharp teeth bit into the plump flesh of her bottom lip.

Jareth licked the drop of blood that welled up. He threw back his head at the taste of her blood. He tasted the ocean for a brief moment before Alana lost control and sank her own teeth into his collarbone and licked his blood. Then a wave of magic came crashing down on them, almost sending them to the floor with the sheer power.

Alana gasped as she felt the tendrils weaving their souls together. Jareth twisted his hands into her hair, pulling her closer to him, as if he could absorb her into his body. Jareth panted as he felt the welcoming touch of another’s magic entwining with his, never to be apart.

Jareth drove home in a fog. He and Alana had almost consummated to bond then and here. Unfortunatly, they had to come down off the magic high when the café owner threatened to call the police for indecent behavior in public. They both came to their senses and went to their prospective homes to think before finishing what will be an eternal bond. ‘How can I have a mate? Especially one who I was around all the time when I was younger.’ he mused to himself. He wasn’t taking into account that Alana’s powers, and thus her need for her mate, didn’t mature until after he went to the Labyrinth.

‘I really like her, but do I really know her anymore? Do I wish to place my faith and future in the hands of another woman, and trust in love? But what if she is another Sarah? I cannot focus. I need to talk to Sephiroth.’

Indeed, though it may seem strange for the sidhe to be going to a man who has vehemently proclaimed he did not believe in love, Sephiroth was good at cutting away the dross and revealing the true core of any problem. Sesshoumaru was better at focusing on the heart of the matter, but knowing the cold demon’s attitudes towards emotions of any type made Jareth leery of going to him. And Jareth noticed the looks Sephiroth has been sending the lovely Kagome this past week. So it was Sephiroth Jareth decided to turn to in his confusion.

After parking his car, Jareth went to his brother’s temporary rooms. This does not mean they were any less luxurious than his own, though. After passing the sitting room, with silver furniture and black walls, he knocked and entered his brother’s bedroom. The expanse of sapphire blue carpet lead to the bed, where sheets of silver and the black comforter were wrapped around a man who was obviously in distress.

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“Sephiroth” Kagome whispered in his ear. Her fingers danced across his shoulders from behind, and Sephiroth bit back a moan.

“You know you want me.” she said as she came from behind him. Sephiroth gulped as he beheld the vision of beauty before him. Slim waist, full hips, long legs, all designed to torment a man into insanity. He roughly grabbed the vision of loveliness in front of him.

“Sephiroth.” she sighed as their lips met in a ferocious kiss.

“Back off, you bastard!” he heard a masculine voice say as he was roughly pushed back.

“What?” Kagome’s feminine features morphed into the more masculine ones of Jareth.

“I said, back off!” Jareth said as he scrambled out of the bed.

“Jareth, what are you doing here?” Sephiroth said as he stared at his brother, clearing the sleep from his mind.

“I came to ask for advice when suddenly I was dragged into what was apparently your fantasy. I do not need to know you that intimately!” Jareth said as he turned his back and gestured blindly towards Sephiroth’s lap.

“Oh, sorry.” he muttered in embarrassment as he flicked the covers over his raging erection.

“You know, I think I will wait in the sitting room. Please, cover up. I really didn’t need to feel that much about you.” Jareth said as he stalked from the room. Sephiroth rolled his eyes as he put on some pajama pants. Jareth was such a prima dona.

“What is so important that you would come into my rooms unannounced at...” he checked the clock sitting on the sitting room table, “three o’clock in the morning?” Sephiroth said as he folded his arms over his chest.

“I have met my mate.” Jareth said, still unable to look at the warrior.

“And what is the problem?” Sephiroth said, walking over to Jareth and shoving him down into a chair and sitting across from him.

“She used to be my best friend. But I don’t know if we should rush into anything. I mean, I haven’t seen her in centuries, and we almost did the vertical tango on the floor of an anonymous coffee house. So forgive me if I don’t think that my mind is at it’s clearest.”

“Well, invite her here and get to know her again. We can act as ‘chaperones’ if you need such a thing. Besides, I think Kagome is getting lonely anyway. To be holding a civil conversation with me after the ‘talk’ that Sesshoumaru gave her a week ago she must be pretty desperate.” Sephiroth said, letting slip the real reason he was so eager to get another female in here.

Jareth smirked. “Whipped already then?” was all he had time to say before he was grabbed by the throat and held three inches off the floor by an irate SOLDIER.

“What was that?” Sephiroth hissed at the sidhe who obviously had a death wish, saying such things to him.

Jareth just smiled. “Whipped.” he choked out. Sephiroth just growled and released him. Jareth slumped to the floor. “Go call your female and get her over here. The sidhe are a race of warriors, right? Females included?” Jareth nodded.

“Then she can help guard Kagome.” Sephiroth declared, a tinge of worry lighting his eyes.

“And why would the lovely Kagome need guarding?” Jareth said, perking up as he detected a secret.

“None of your business, Kagome will tell you when she wants you to know.” he growled.

Jareth just smirked and got up, brushing off his club clothes as if nothing had happened and a large alien hadn’t just nearly killed him. “I will just go and wake the lovely Kagome so she can meet Alana...” Sephiroth cuffed him upside the head.

“Kagome doesn’t need to be woken now, especially by crazy, love-sick fairies!” Sephiroth said as he shoved Jareth towards the doors.

“I resent that! It is my cousins that are the fairies, I am a fae, a sidhe to be exact!” Jareth protested as he was thrown from the rooms.

“The bedroom beside Kagome’s is open.” Sephiroth shot back as he slammed the door. “And I wouldn’t mind meeting your mate I guess.” Jareth heard muffled by the thick door. He smiled. ‘That’s my brother.’ he thought as he went to find a phone to call Alana.

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