Hitomi's Letters

This is a kiriban fiction, and was written on the fly. It takes place about one year before Kagome came back in time. I will likely have a sequel to this fic at some point to explain what it is that Sesshomaru finds out about Kagewaki...

Please email me if you hate this fic and I'll be glad to debate with you in a private arena! Thank you!

HimeAndi

P.S. Kagewaki is not my character; he was the young man Naraku killed and imitated; Naraku always looked like Kagewaki, in the series.

June 18, 2007 – I have finally deduced that the man Naraku assumed his face and property from is in fact Hitomi Kagewaki, meaning his given name is Kagewaki, and his clan name is Hitomi. Ergo, while I will leave the name of the story the same, I am editing the body of the work to reflect this better understanding. I had looked about for a while to try and see which was proper and which was clan name; both can be either. But finally I got somewhere with the Manga and a rather decent fansub of the Anime. I apologize for any confusion this caused, or annoyance for those in the know!

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He should not have been riding that day. His own horse was lame, and the only other steed was a bit wild. The stable master was unable to convince his young master to wait for another horse to be brought up from the far end of the estate; Kagewaki had a stubborn streak a mile wide. He never listened to anyone once his mind was made up.

Sure enough, the horse was too strong for the young lord, who had a frail constitution. Kagewaki always denied feeling weak, and acted strong for the staff and retainers, but everyone knew he was weak, ailing, and many suspected that he would be dead before he was twenty five. So when the horse spooked, he barely held on, and certainly could not rein in the beast. When the animal finally tired, the young lord was utterly lost.

He tried to get his bearings but the sky was covered with clouds, the light seeming to come from nowhere, and the forest was damp, dark and chill. Slowly he guided the now heavy headed horse back in the general direction they had come into the dank area from. He could not see any tracks however and finally admitted defeat.

“I am having you slaughtered and fed to the poor, wretched beast.” He said in a cheerful tone to the horse as he tied it to a branch and walked into a cave conveniently close to the path he had chosen. He found some wood and started a fire, hoping the smoke drew rescue and not trouble. Once the flames took hold of the wood he had gathered, he felt more at ease, and he plotted how to return home on his own. It should not be that hard, right?

“Why are you here.” A deep voice cut through the silence. Kagewaki jerked awake and sat up a little too fast; a wave of dizziness washed over him, making him slump back and swallow hastily. He did not realize he had fallen asleep. He blinked sleep from his eyes and rubbed his face; he had not seen the man who had spoken to him, but he felt he should answer. He had not meant to trespass, after all.

“I am lost sir. My misbegotten horse dragged me unwilling to these lands. I do apologize if I am trespassing...”

“I do not care for excuses. Leave or die.” Kagewaki sat up again, eyes wide with shock at the man’s words; the shock turned to wonder as he laid eyes upon the speaker…

“Youkai…” he breathed. And what a youkai too; tall and fair, with silver hair like liquid moonlight, eyes whose color rivaled his fathers golden coins, and dressed in snow white silk with a deep blue pattern on sleeves and shoulder. The youkai’s eyes did not flicker, nor did his lips twitch as he lifted a hand, fingers glowing green; probably a Dokkasou attack, meaning this was an inu-youkai.

“Wait, wait! I will leave these lands, simply tell me which way is south.” Kagewaki pulled himself to his feet and looked at the youkai expectantly, and without fear. The youkai paused.

“You are not afraid.” The question was not spoken as such, but as a statement of fact. Kagewaki shook his head, his rich brown hair spilling over his shoulders.

“No.”

“Why.” The youkai’s hand dropped, his cold eyes showing a hint of interest.

“Because I am dying already, can your preternatural eyes not see that?” he said, the kindly, lively expression on his face fading a little.

“You look and smell healthy to me human. You do not have any diseases; the clouds of death do not cover in your eyes. Why do you think you are dying.” Kagewaki did not answer, stunned by the demons words. He had always been told he was weak, he felt the weakness… he had known since he was a boy that he was destined to die young. He could not accept the youkai’s words, and yet, this was a powerful youkai, and an Inuyoukai at that. His sense of smell was surely incredibly keen. He almost explained his lifelong condition to the youkai, but decided against it and squared his shoulders.

“I must apologize again for trespassing on your lands. Please, show me which way I need to go to head south and I will bother you no more.” The youkai stared at him then turned on his heel and walked out. Dismayed and feeling marooned, Kagewaki darted after him. The youkai was nowhere to be found; however, Kagewaki noticed an arrow drawn on the ground. Hoping against hope he mounted his horse and followed the arrow, only to find more of the pointers laid out and leading him from the forest. As he broke from the trees into a sunny, familiar clearing, Kagewaki pulled up and looked back at the dark trees.

“I thank you youkai-dono! My name is Hitomi Kagewaki, and I am at your service!”

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A month had passed. Kagewaki had admitted to himself that he was obsessed with the silver haired youkai. He rode every day, exploring the forest and hoping to catch a glimpse of his savior. However, he had not seen the creature again, so far. Kagewaki’s stubborn streak rose up and refused to let him give up his quest to speak to the youkai again.

The young lord began writing letters to the beautiful demon, not even sure if the human writing was understood by his youkai reader. He knew the youkai was at least collecting the letters, because he left them in the cave where they had met, held under a rock to keep them from blowing away; every time he came to leave a new missive, the previous message was removed and the rock left perfectly in place to receive the new letter. However, whether the demon was reading them or simply destroying them, Kagewaki did not know. He just wrote and wrote again to his confidant. He wrote about his gratitude to the demon for not killing him, for leading him from the forest. He wrote of his ailments and weakness, of his confusion about the youkai’s diagnosis that nothing was wrong with him. He began to write more and more personal things, his thoughts and feelings about many things. He wrote and wrote, and wrote more, until one day, he found a note waiting for him in the cave.

The demons writing was perfect; no human hand could ever have used a calligraphy brush so flawlessly. Kagewaki stared at the missive, at his own name written in the most elegant handwriting ever seen by human eyes. Hands trembling, he opened the letter, fear and hope clashing in his belly.

Hitomi Kagewaki

This Sesshomaru does not know why you insist on leaving your life in ink for him to find.
However. If you come to this place on the night of the new moon, Sesshomaru will grant you an audience to explain yourself…

“Sesshomaru!” Kagewaki breathed the name, eyes closing as he chanted it over and over like a mantra. “Sesshomaru, Sesshomaru…”

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The night was dark, filled with stars. The moon was a dark disk, barely visible as blackness against the darkest blue. Hitomi stood outside the cave, petrified with hope and fear once more. There was no light inside the cave; but then the youkai needed no candle or lamps to see by. Kagewaki wished he had brought a lamp, so he could see the youkai’s face again.

“You have come.” As he’d expected, the question was a statement, not a true question. Kagewaki walked into the cave with a confidence he did not feel; now that he was here, what was he going to do, or say?

“Yes, I came. You knew I would, I’ve been trying to see you since that day.” He said quietly. The starlight was dim, but even so, the youkai’s figure was resolving from the darkness, glowing silver and blue, his gold eyes cold metallic glints in his delicate face, the two russet stripes on his cheeks looking black against his pale skin.

“Why do you write to Sesshomaru as you have been? Why should he be required to read this pathetic humans short life in long words?” The youkai stepped forward, the stack of thick papers left for him in his left hand. Hitomi did not know what to say. He stared at the papers which he could barely see, wondering himself why he had written… and why the youkai had responded. He stepped closer until he could lift the letters from the youkai’s hand, but when he reached for them, Sesshomaru pushed the letters into his sleeve.

“You wrote them for Sesshomaru, and so he will keep them.” Kagewaki looked at the youkai’s eyes curiously.

“I wrote them because I had to see you. I wanted… I wanted…” Impetuously, knowing he was going to die for his transgression, Hitomi lunged forward and caught his youkai’s lips with his own, one hand winding around the slender neck to hold him in place. The rush of desire he felt as his body melded to the youkai’s shook him to the core, the tingle taking him from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair. He felt the youkai move, his arms rising… and sliding around his shoulders, a hand tilting his head to the side as the youkai’s lips parted for his, his spicy cool tongue twining with Hitomi’s. The young lord’s knees felt weak as they dueled for dominance of the kiss, his hand frustrated by the armor girding his partner’s ribs.

Sesshomaru pulled the long rich curls of Kagewaki’s hair, forcing his head back and then dragged his fangs down the slender column of the human’s throat. The young lord frantically sought the fastenings of the youkai bone armor, finally finding concealed lacings; deftly he used one hand to untie the bindings and felt the deadly spikes rimming his youkai’s breast slide away. A soft rumble shook the youkai’s chest as he allowed the armor to hit the floor of the cave with a soft clatter, pushing the young lord backwards and stepping out it gracefully.

Kagewaki trustingly let himself be moved around the dark cave; his hair was released from its tie, and his haori pulled open so the cool night air drifted over his skin. He felt the cave wall on his back, Sesshomaru pinning him to the wall with surprising gentleness. The young lord caught a long ear in his lips and was rewarded with a twitch from the youkai as he nibbled the shell up to the tip. Kagewaki’s hands pulled the white and blue haori free, sliding fingers over hard muscles and sleek skin, skin softer than any silk. He moaned at the sheer pleasure of touching that firm flesh, and felt clawed fingers trace over his own body, finding and pinching his flat male nipples with a teasing touch.

“Sesshomaru finds you pleasing, Hitomi Kagewaki… so far…” the youkai whispered, his hands drifting over soft, fragile human flesh with inhuman grace. Kagewaki flushed happily at this praise, and at the pleasure of the youkai’s touch; he had never felt… so much before. He wanted to untie the obi around Sesshomaru’s slender hips, and get the white hakama off his youkai, but before he could move his own clothes were sliding down his legs and shoulders, leaving him bare to the darkness and the youkai’s gaze. Unashamed, Hitomi ran his hands up and cradled that beauty in his two hands, his lips reclaiming the youkai’s mouth. The soft sound of enjoyment he received for his actions thrilled him no end.

The youkai’s garments slid away as their mouths warred; his naked skin warm against Kagewaki’s cooling flesh. A dry hand, unmarred by callus or any roughness stroked down his back to his hip, then moved to his flank. Again his cheeks flamed, and the youki chuckled against his lips. “You are becoming shy, how curious… how interesting…” the words were breathed into him, each vibration making him shiver and flush harder. His shaft was already at attention but he tried to curve his back away, embarrassed suddenly to press himself against the youkai. A soft sound of negation was followed by a hand encircling him, clawed fingers cautious on his delicate flesh. They were cautious but wonderfully stimulating as the clawed fingers stroking and wiping fear and embarrassment away with every heartbeat, until the young lord felt like he was on fire.

“I can smell your lust, little human… now show Sesshomaru how you feel.” Kagewaki felt pressure pushing him down to his knees, and leaned closer to Sesshomaru’s body, forcing their skin to rub together, and sliding his hands down sleek, striped sides. He nuzzled the firm belly, dipping his tongue into the youkai’s navel then settled to his knees, nuzzling the silver curls around Sesshomaru’s hardening shaft. Kagewaki let his hands slide down the youkai’s slender yet powerful thighs then pulled his fingertips up, brushing the sensitive sides of the youkai’s testicles and earning another sound of enjoyment. Grasping the length in one hand and stroking the sensitive sac with the other, Kagewaki nibbled Sesshomaru’s flank and hip slowly. The youkai’s breath hitched a tiny bit at the boldly gentle touches of the young lord, and his shaft grew harder by the second under Kagewaki’s hand.

The soft, involuntary sounds coming from the youkai’s throat made Kagewaki’s belly flutter. He nudged the ivory skinned member and licked the tip, before wrapping his lips over the end and stabbing his tongue into the slit there. Sesshomaru’s hips shifted towards him, revealing what his silence and cool face would not; he was as needful as the young lord was. Basking in his youkai’s subtle praising sounds, Kagewaki slowly moved his head back and forth, taking more of the shaft into his mouth with each motion; he strove to take all of it into his mouth but it was too large to do so. His tongue stroked over the underside of the throbbing member, and he sucked hard as he pulled back, almost all the way off, before plunging his head back down, lips caressing the pale skin. He hooked his teeth over the corona and then nibbled the head of the shaft, cupping the youkai’s balls and kneading gently.

The youkai’s eyes half closed as the young lord strove to please him, the wet, warm mouth around his aching shaft sending intense pleasure through his veins. He leaned forward just a bit, bracing his weight on the wall of the cave and closing his eyes, letting himself forget the cool air around them, the dark cave gone, only the red haze behind his eyelids left to see, and making the pleasure even more intense. Pride slowly melted away as Sesshomaru bit his lower lip to hold in one soft moan after another.

Hiromi’s motions lulled him, his slow intent repetition of taking the shaft as deep as his throat would allow then pulling back to tease the sensitive head, had sent all thought, including his own want and need, out of Kagewaki’s mind. All he knew, all he was, was the eager willing mouth that pleasured his youkai. Kagewaki was perfectly willing to bring his youkai to the climax he sensed surging along the throbbing shaft, but a growled “Stop,” followed by hands curling under his arms forced him to break off. Gasping, blinking as the rhythm was broken and he returned to reality, Kagewaki was pulled to his feet once more, his back pressed to the cold stone wall of the cave. He felt the youkai nuzzle his neck, licking the skin then biting his jaw with a very dog-like growl. He could not help the soft return growl, very human sounding, in response.

Sesshomaru was pleased with his human’s reaction to his love-bite; his hands moved over Kagewaki’s skin, rekindling the lust between them in moments. The young lord moaned aloud as he felt those clawed fingers stroke his shaft, trailing over his testicles with just a hint of danger. He heard a grunt and felt himself moved so fast he almost lost his breath; he almost fell as he was forced to his knees again, but warm arms caught him, moving up his chest to hold his chin and down his belly to wrap around his straining manhood. Sharp fangs teased his right ear, and the youkai’s breath caressed it as he whispered so soft it was as if he had imagined it.

“Hai, your form does please Sesshomaru, very much.” Hiromi shuddered with pleased delight, and wrapped his hand around the one stroking his shaft. He felt his knees pushed open by the youkai’s behind him and swallowed; he had never been penetrated before, and understood it to be painful at first. But he was not about to leave; he wanted Sesshomaru to take him, never mind any pain he would suffer. The hand around him moved faster and harder, the lips at his ear moving to his neck and nibbling, nipping, sucking at his pulse point through his thick hair. He whimpered as he felt his peak rising too fast; he did not want to climax yet!

Sesshomaru’s hand stopped and he made a soft, soothing sound as Kagewaki whined and shuddered in reluctant frustration, gasping as his head arched back along with his hips. The hand holding his shaft moved away, the fingers pressing to his lips. He licked the pads of the elegant fingers, and then felt them pressed into his mouth; instinctively he sucked on them as they pulled out and then pressed back in again. Hitomi again felt the rhythm take him, his eyes half closing. His hand moved to take up stroking himself in the same time Sesshomaru moved his fingers in and out of his mouth. Suddenly the fingers pulled completely away and were pressed to his opening, sinking into him and spreading him wide. He winced and then relaxed, his hand on his own shaft slowing as he felt the youkai massage the rings of muscle inside him. The fingers withdrew and held his hip as the hard tip of the youkai’s shaft pressed against his opening.

Kagewaki’s eyes squeezed shut as he felt a burning prickling pain follow the nudging entrance of the youkai’s member. He could not help the shudder of pain or the tears that trickled from the corners of his eyes, yet something about it promised a relief, even a reward for the pain he endured now. The youkai pulled back and thrust gently, seating himself deeper; the hold around him was incredibly tight and hot, and he had to use much of his control to not just slam as deep as he could to envelop his entire length right now. Not quite sure why he was being so careful, why he even cared how Kagewaki felt, Sesshomaru pulled back and then thrust again, gaining another inch into his partner, an inch accompanied by a strangled gasp of pain. Gently pushing Kagewaki forward he repeated the process; two more thrusts and he was fully inside his young human lord. He shifted a bit, lifting Kagewaki’s head up and stroked his jaw and lower lip.

“Please… Sesshomaru-dono, do… not pause…” Kagewaki gasped; the deeper Sesshomaru had driven into him, the closer he came to pleasure, until suddenly he did feel it, a sharp, surprising jolt that died as soon as the youkai went still. He wanted it, needed it again, and pressed back against the youkai’s hips to prove it. He felt a hand hold his hip as the youkai pulled back and then thrust into him. Again the pleasure seared through Kagewaki, making him jerk and gasp, his eyes rolling back. Sesshomaru instantly understood and pulled back almost all the way then drove deeply into the young lord, smirking as Kagewaki twitched violently, his skin going rosy pink as his blood rushed in response to the pleasure flaring in him

Kagewaki no longer noticed the pain; it was completely overtaken by the pleasure, mind wrenching, shuddering gasping pleasure that made him see a red flash with each of Sesshomaru’s thrusts into him. His hands hit the ground, his fingers digging into the earth floor as he wantonly pressed back with all his weight at the youkai’s movements. Dimly he heard Sesshomaru’s voice, growling and moaning as they struggled towards the peak each had been denied earlier. The dark haired human clawed the ground, arching his back to gain more friction on the pleasure point inside him. He did not know he was moaning and growling or that he was shoving himself back into the youkai behind him so wantonly. All he knew was the shimmering aching need inside him, snaking though his blood like liquid fire.

Sesshomaru drove deeper and harder into his young lord, the friction from the grip on his member intense and demanding. His nerves were dancing in pleasure, his skin prickled and shivered with it, his muscles bunched and quivered with it, his hands flexed on the slender hips in their grasp because of it. His teeth bared, as he felt his body disappearing. He refused to allow himself the climax until Hitomi came first though. The fire in his blood raged harder, his muscles flexing then relaxing in a quickening rhythm, his eyes closing and lips quivering as he increased the pace of his thrusts. The human moaned again, his enjoyment obvious in his rich, heady scent, in his lust drenched voice; in the tossing of his head, his thick hair clinging to his sweat-slick back and arms. He was so close and yet so innocent that he did nothing to help himself. Hitomi was obviously focused on Sesshomaru’s pleasure, as much as his own. The youkai’s pride demanded his human finish first though.

Kagewaki’s straining shaft was bobbing in the empty air when Sesshomaru wrapped his slender fingers around it and pumped in time with their thrusting, straining movements. Kagewaki’s cry was soft and musical as he shook and clamped down on the shaft inside him, his seed finally spilling forth in a white flash. Sesshomaru held him up as he sagged, head hanging and going limp. Sesshomaru slowed his pace, attempting to hold himself off a while longer but the human’s moan of continued delight shattered him. His head arched forward, claws grinding into Kagewaki’s hips with dangerous force as his hips jerked gracelessly against Kagewaki’s backside, the waves of hot and cold wracking him with shudders as he spilled deep into the human’s languid body.

Slowly Sesshomaru pulled his claws from Kagewaki’s skin, blood instantly dribbling down his sides and legs. The young lord slid gracefully to the ground, shifting position as he went so that he was curled on his side before the youkai’s knees. His hand slid up Sesshomaru’s thigh in a caress, finding more stripes on his upper thighs and hips. Kagewaki’s smile was that of a naughty but happy child, one who had gotten away with a minor harmless crime and was enjoying the fruits of his illicit labor. Sesshomaru quirked a brow at him as he lay quietly, only his stroking hand indicating he was conscious at all. Sesshomaru briefly entertained the idea of dressing and leaving; but somehow it seemed rude to do so. His haori sleeve was filled with the humans life, heart and soul. Sesshomaru realized that he was reluctantly in possession of more knowledge about Kagewaki and the humans emotions, fears and hopes than anyone else.

He was not sure he wanted that burden. However, he had been bored and then curious, finding letters addressed to “Inu-youkai-sama” written with bluish ink on the finest paper, the handwriting reflecting every one of Kagewaki’s changes in mood. Smooth calm phrases in a smooth calm hand; jerky, cut off sentences that had unwieldy articulation; relaxed heavily leaning characters that often were arranged to speak of Kagewaki’s admiration of “his” youkai. He had read every line, cursing his off curiosity, his need to know what would be written next… his urge… all right his need to see the human again.

However he had not actually expected Kagewaki to make the advances, at least not so soon. He was again impressed with the humans lack of fear. Maybe the belief that he was dying had washed all fear of injury or a more immediate death away? Or was Kagewaki really just that smitten with an inhumanly attractive face? Sesshomaru sat on his haunches, enjoying the soft caressing fingers on his skin. He did not realize he had shifted foreword so the human could reach more of his body. He might have fled (In the guise of righteous anger of course) if he had known. He had rarely had male lovers, and the intense pleasure his virginal Kagewaki wrung from him was confusing him. He almost whined at the confusion but not wanting to focus on thoughts, he moved to sit, his hakama cleverly deciding to be under his very dignified behind and prevent the cold and dusty floor from touching it.

He watched, wondering how Kagewaki was able to continue petting him, when he was very obviously also asleep. Lifting the stroking hand, Sesshomaru sniffed his skin, and then licked the pulse point with a smooth tongue. The human had no taint of disease... but there was something, yes something was wrong. His eyes out of focus, he sank his fang into the human’s skin and punctured it, then lapped the blood that sluggishly oozed forth. Instantly Sesshomaru spat it out and sprang up to his feet, silver hair swirling heavily around him. It took all his control to not kill Kagewaki right then.

The human was not entirely human after all? But how had he confounded Sesshomaru’s nose? Watching the sleeping Kagewaki gave no clue. The youkai eyes shifted so he was able to see if Kagewaki had youki, but he did not. A full minute later he still did not show any youki, or shouki. Sesshomaru felt his cheek twitch in annoyance; he knew he had tasted shouki in the young humans blood. There was no way he could have made a mistake. Still, his nose and his eyes did not detect what his tongue had. Again he lifted Kagewaki’s arm and licked the sluggish trickle of blood from the puncture. Again he barely had enough control to turn his head to expel the shouki-laden blood, rather then spit it right onto Kagewaki’s face.

This was a puzzle, and though Sesshomaru would kill anyone who said as much about him, he did love to figure things out. Most of the time his intellect unraveled his questions in very short order, so quickly some times that to the outside eye, it seemed almost instantaneous. It might behoove him to allow the young lord to live and observe him a while, and let the man’s actions and attributes reveal his secrets. He would understand the puzzle of Hitomi Kagewaki soon enough…

Calmly he dressed himself and left the cave. Kagewaki woke not long after, cold and disappointed to be alone; however he was not surprised, and chided himself cheerfully for his silliness. His body ached all over; some of the places he ached were in fact rather embarrassing, but his muscles still zinged with pleasure too, and his mind replayed the taste and sounds and feel of the youkai, cementing him into memory for later. Then he noticed the mark on his arm. A bite, it seemed to be, but Kagewaki knew his youkai had not bitten him. “Not there at least,” he murmured, flushing pleasantly as he felt other nipped and bitten areas on his body.

Moving slowly to disguise the pronounced limp the last half hours activity had caused, Kagewaki got dressed and then went to his horse and gingerly mounted, sure his abused backside was going to be even more sore by the time he made it home, but he was also sure he would do it all again.

As he rode home, smirking with the knowledge that the retainers and stewards were insane with fear that his father would discover his absence, he decided he was coming back, soon. In fact he would be back as soon as his body recovered from its soreness. But now he had a letter to write to a silver haired youkai

“I’ll be back, my Sesshomaru-dono…” he said quietly.

Behind him, to quiet for human ears to hear, Sesshomaru snorted, but knew he would be waiting; the puzzle of Kagewaki would bring him back, he told himself, ignoring the tiny shiver that ran down his spine as he watched his human ride into the darkness.

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