Yellow Hair

Yellow Hair
By Dawn A. Dyer
I do not own Sesshoumaru, or any Inuyasha related Characters. They are the property of Rumiko Takehashi. "Sarah" is my OC.



A solitary figure strode the land beneath a sky darkening with an oncoming storm. The wind blew his pure white hair out behind him, but he barely felt it. His mind was far away, hardly on this plane, and though his steps seemed to show purpose, he was in fact, simply wandering.

Lord Sesshoumaru, Dog Demon of the Western Lands, would never have admitted that a nameless feeling gnawed at him, and had sent him out into the wilderness, but there it was. He did not like that he was bewildered by what he felt, that he did not understand it. As he walked, a frown pinched his strong brow. Sesshoumaru was always secure in his self-knowledge. He accepted only absolutes. When the world dealt him ambiguities, he turned them from shades of grey to black or white. He would tolerate nothing less.

The only criteria that guided him now was that he avoided humans, and the places where they dwelt. He despised their kind, despised their weaknesses and delusions of self-importance. They were almost always beneath his notice unless they interfered in his affairs. Sesshoumaru was quick to end their meddling and their lives. There was one exception to his derision. Little Rin followed him devoutly, and while she would have said that she loved her Lord Sesshoumaru, He would have only mentioned that perhaps the girl respected him, and nothing more. Love held no meaning to him, and no interest to him, for it served no purpose. Like humans, it was beneath his dignity.

It began to rain, and Sesshoumaru’s thoughts turned briefly to shelter. His stride took him toward the line of hills to his left, and soon he found a suitable cave in which to wait out the storm. He went in about twenty-five paces, turned and sat down, facing the entrance and carefully arranging his robes so that they would dry. Sesshoumaru made no effort to build a fire for he did not require it, needing neither heat to warm him, nor light to see. His golden-yellow eyes saw well in the darkness, and as a demon, the cold did not touch him.

Lord Sesshoumaru closed his eyes, knowing that he was perfectly safe. His mind returned to the unnamed emotion disturbing him. He sat serenely, searching within himself, trying to trap the feeling with a name. Time passed as the storm raged and the night descended. Lightening illuminated the mouth of the cave and filled the air with the odor of electricity.

Sesshoumaru’s nose twitched. There was another scent on the wild wind. It was foreign to him, but sweet, and exotically spiced. He opened his slitted golden eyes, and his pointed ears pitched toward the faint sound of footsteps that daintily splashed in the puddles. It was a woman and she was coming closer. A frown returned to Sesshoumaru’s calm features. He was doubly irritated now. How far did he have to go to be rid of humans? He would not be the one to go back out into the rain. If the human found him, he would send her away. If she refused, he would simply kill her. He had no time to waste on humans.

Lightening threw the entrance of the cave into stark relief just as the woman stumbled into Sesshoumaru’s refuge. The slant of his eyebrows rose from a frown to surprise. Her hair was a color the demon had never seen before. It was butter, and honey, and the tawny coat of a fawn, mixed with the shade of new corn. The woman’s locks rivaled his own in length, but hung in curls, unlike Sesshoumaru’s blade straight mane. Her garb was also a cut that Sesshoumaru had never seen. Her skirt was full and soft grey, while a tight fitted vest of black overlapped a white undergarment. Her countenance was breathtaking like a demon’s, denying the fact that she was human. Sesshoumaru could see that her eyes were a deep blue – another new thing to Sesshoumaru’s experience. Her lips were gentle curves beneath a small, pert nose. Her face seemed primed for smiles. The Dog Demon sat motionless as the woman entered the cave. She intrigued him despite his distaste of humans.

“Bloody hell.” The woman muttered in a strange accent.

The sound of her voice sent something alien racing through Sesshoumaru’s body. Was she a witch? What was happening?
She stood just inside the mouth of the cave, shaking the water from her skirts and wringing it out of her long, yellow hair.

“As if getting lost weren’t bad enough, did it have to go and rain too?” The woman sighed, completely unaware of Sesshoumaru’s presence.

“Ah well, nothing to do now but wait.” The woman concluded.

The human drew nearer to Sesshoumaru, still not seeing the demon. Another strike of electricity lit up the cave, and suddenly Sesshoumaru smelled fear. The woman stopped, frozen before the seated figure, her eyes locked on the golden eyes of the demon.

“Oh.” She said, as the fear scent faded as quickly as it had come. She bowed respectfully though it was clearly not her custom.

“I’m sorry.” The woman said with a small smile. “You startled me. Your eyes seemed like an animal’s for a moment. Please don’t be offended.”

Sesshoumaru did not speak, but his thoughts were suddenly full. How polite she was. He had never received any kind of courtesy from a human. His earlier intention to send her away or kill her was gone. How odd…

“My name is Sarah.” The woman told Sesshoumaru. “You don’t mind if I take shelter here, do you? It’s rather wet outside.”
Sesshoumaru’s expression was intentionally cold as he replied.

“Do as you will, but disturb me no more.” He said. With a curt nod, Sesshoumaru turned his gaze away.

Sarah was slightly taken aback by the man’s steely attitude. She retreated a few steps and respectfully took a position facing away from Sesshoumaru without actually turning her back to him. The Dog Demon and the Human sat without speaking as the rain fell outside, swelling the cave with sound. Sarah was ignorant of Sesshoumaru’s eyes upon her once again. The foreign smell of the woman filled Sesshoumaru’s nostrils, and he drank it in, though he would not have said that he especially liked it.

But he did like it. Sesshoumaru also liked Sarah’s voice and her eccentric accent. He wished that she would speak, even though he had essentially ordered her not to do so. Sesshoumaru unexpectedly felt compelled to touch the woman’s white skin. He yearned to put his long-clawed fingers in her unfamiliar yellow curls. Again he wondered what had come over him. What was it about this human that made him want her?

Abruptly, Sesshoumaru stood and closed the small space between he and Sarah. She looked up at him with her round, blue eyes that were full of innocence and curiosity.

“Who are you?” Sesshoumaru demanded, his voice as cold as his expression as he tried to deny the urge to reach out to her. “Where do you come from?”

The small smile returned to Sarah’s face. Sesshoumaru like that too, that she was unafraid of him.

“I’ll tell you, if you tell me your name.” Sarah answered. “It is only fair for I have already given you mine.”

“You may call me Lord Sesshoumaru.” He responded, his tone barely warmer than before.

“Lord Sesshoumaru.” Sarah acknowledged with a courteous nod. “My full name is Sarah Miller. My home is across the sea, far, far, to the west. My father is a trader, traveling the known world with goods. I have become separated from his wagon train, and so have ended up here.” Sarah shrugged. “Sometimes my sense of direction is not very good.”

Sesshoumaru stood looking down on Sarah. Lightening revealed droplets of water still lying upon the rise of her breasts. Steeling himself against his unaccustomed response to this human, he spoke.

“Tell me, Sarah. Do you fear me?” Sesshoumaru asked, his voice somewhat kinder now.

“It is true that your appearance is strange to me,” Sarah confessed, “however, I have seen many strange sights in my journeys. I have sensed no reason to fear you. Should I?”

“Do you know what I am?” Sesshoumaru questioned.
There was a pause as Sarah cocked her head and studied the man who stood before her. How lovely she was! He exuded power and confidence. She detected a quiet dignity in him, and imposing strength.

“I can only say that I perceive you as a man,” Sarah told him, “but by your question, you are apparently something more.”

“I am a Demon.” Sesshoumaru announced proudly. “Are you fearful of me now?”

Again, Sarah paused before replying.

“I have heard that there are Demons in this land.” Sarah said. “You look nothing like the descriptions I have been told.” Sarah hesitated. “Frankly, you are beautiful, Lord Sesshoumaru. I am not afraid.”

Sesshoumaru could no longer contain the inflamed, alien emotions within him. He knelt down and with a tenderness that rarely ruled him, he reached out and lightly ran a sharp claw along Sarah’s left cheekbone, leaving a line of red in it’s wake. To his complete delight, Sarah did not pull away from him as he expected. Her exquisite blue eyes were locked on him and her kind smile lit her beauteous face.

Sarah took a deep breath and rested a petite hand upon one of the large spikes of Sesshoumaru’s armor.

“You are all sharp angles and spikes, Lord Sesshoumaru.” Sarah observed. “Would you let me remove them?”

“You wish to declaw me?” Sesshoumaru asked with a disappointed frown.

“No, my Lord.” Sarah said. “My only wish is to come closer to you.” She fell silent for a space.

“I cannot explain myself.” Sara said quietly. “I only know that this moment is right, whatever comes of it.” She touched the fastenings of Sesshoumaru’s armor.

“Allow me?”

Sesshoumaru nodded wordlessly, not believing how this woman accepted something he himself did not comprehend. Sarah’s slender fingers were not strong enough to work the fastenings of his bone armor, so he helped her to undo it and lay it aside. Sesshoumaru arranged his soft fur boa around them, and then to his utter astonishment, Sarah drew him to her breast. He let her, falling into her embrace willingly. This felt good, but more than that, it was as Sarah had said. It felt right. It calmed the swirling emotions within him.
Sesshoumaru’s senses were suffused with every nuance of this human woman. Her skin was a silky smoothness beneath his fingers, and he was careful not to scratch her. She did not deserve his claws. Sesshoumaru’s ear was upon her breast and he could hear her heartbeat, pounding beneath his cheek as the cadence of it grew more rapid. Her scent was intoxicating to him and the feeling of her hands upon him was a welcome expression of this sudden affection. Sesshoumaru was still unable to pin a name on this moment, but that was unimportant. He needed this human now. Right now.

Something he did not recognize swelled within Sesshoumaru, and he took Sarah over, wrapping her in powerful arms. Her jaw was in his hand and he tilted her head so that he could look at her. There was an excited blush in Sarah’s face, and her lips were parted expectantly. The expression in the dark blue pools of her eyes called out to Sesshoumaru. He answered.

Sesshoumaru bent his head, seeking those welcoming lips of rose. He consumed Sarah with his kiss, his tongue seeking the taste of her mouth. He liked it. His hand was upon the exposed skin of Sarah’s breast. He liked that too. He used his claws now, effortlessly slicing through the thin cording of her vest. Sarah too had her delicate hands on his hard-muscled chest, slipping inside the opening of his robes. She was undoing the knot of his obi, even as Sesshoumaru untied the satin ribbon of her undergarment. Their clothing came off, shoved away by urgent, searching hands to become pillows of silk and cotton.

Sesshoumaru pushed Sarah into the warm fur of his boa, but she would not go alone, pulling him down with her. Sarah was taking in the taste of Sesshoumaru now, her mouth questing the length of his body, licking each line of his muscles, and moving down to his loins. The smell of him was unlike anything Sarah had experienced before. He was power, and excitement, and animal, and yet there was something in his scent she could not define, though it pleased her. There was no hesitation as Sarah took Sesshoumaru into her mouth. The sweetness of his first excitement flooded her tongue, and she eagerly drank it in.

Sesshoumaru’s body had grown taunt with pleasure as Sarah explored him. His hands were in those amazing yellow locks, as her curls slid silkily through his fingers. Sesshoumaru pulled Sarah away from her work with a deep groan.

“No Sarah.” Sesshoumaru ordered. “I have allowed this because I will take you in the end. Your acceptance pleases me greatly, but slowly, Sweet One. I will make this night last a very long time.”

“As you will, my Lord.” Sarah replied, bowing her head in a sign of surrender.

Sesshoumaru lifted Sarah’s chin and then he positioned her so that she lay supine beside him. With a skill that he did not know he possessed, he began to master her. Sesshoumaru straddled Sarah and let some of his weight rest upon her. He trapped her with one arm and sought the pulse of her blood in her neck with his lips. A soundless sigh escaped Sarah and something of a smile twitched at the corners of Sesshoumaru’s mouth.

Sesshoumaru made his way to the perfect mounds of Sarah’s breasts and proceeded to capture each one in his mouth to suckle her. Sarah moaned softly as Sesshoumaru sat up, bringing Sarah with him. He held her so that he could see her pleasure. He rested one long-nailed hand upon Sarah’s chest, just below the hollow of her throat. He stared at his claws. He had drawn blood with these claws. He had poisoned, rent flesh. He had killed many with these claws, yet now he knew he could also bring pleasure with them.

Very lightly, Sesshoumaru drew a line of red down Sarah’s body with one sharp claw. It was not blood, but simply the gentle mark made by the passing of his nail. Sarah’s head fell back, and she arched her body against the instrument. When Sesshoumaru reached the yellow fur between her legs, another moan came from deep within her. Sarah raised her head to focus her dark blue eyes upon him. There was still a line of red along her left cheekbone where he had first touched her. Sesshoumaru realized that Sarah would bear his marks for the rest of her life. It would tell the world that she was his alone.

But why?! What had caused him to do this? He hated humans, didn’t he? The unnamed feeling that had begun this night was gone now, replaced by another that was even more mysterious. He wanted to possess this woman, to dominate her, yet it was not like the way Sesshoumaru wanted his damnable half-brother’s sword. Taking this woman would be a tender thing of no violence. He wanted her so badly, but not without her complete concurrence. Yet, he needed something else from her too…What?!

“Sarah?”

“Yes, my Lord?” Sarah asked, eagerly awaiting his words.

“I will have you in all ways.” Sesshoumaru said in a low whisper. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sesshoumaru.” Sarah whispered back. “In all ways.” She looked at the red line on her body that ended between her legs.

“Do you not believe that I have already given you what you were seeking?” She said, surprising Sesshoumaru with her passion. “Ask me no more. Believe that I am yours.”

Sarah reached up and tenderly cupped Sesshoumaru’s face.

“Come now, my Lord.” Sarah said, wearing only her gentle smile. “Take what you have won.”

Something broke in Sesshoumaru’s chest then as he laid Sarah down and moved to take in the musky scent that came from the yellow fur below her belly. He parted the folds of her and slipped his tongue into the secret places within. Her flavor was a tangy ambrosia that he knew could sustain him forever. Sesshoumaru lapped it up as she ground her mons against his lips. Sarah was ready for him, and he would wait no longer.

He positioned himself above Sarah, and slowly began to enter her. Her dark blue eyes were wide, and Sesshoumaru watched her face as he slid deeper inside of her. A brief moment of pain passed across her features, but she made no complaint. Sesshoumaru caught the faint smell of blood and knew at once that she was truly his. That breaking feeling in his chest returned as he realized that Sarah had given him a great gift.

Sarah raised her knees, locking her legs across Sesshoumaru’s back, and began to slowly writhe beneath him. He followed suit, pushing himself into Sarah, then sliding the length of the root of him, back out again. He pleasured her this way for a time, until he felt the first tremors of her ecstasy begin. Regretfully, Sesshoumaru pulled himself out, but brought his mouth close to Sarah’s ear.

“Not yet, Sweet One.” Sesshoumaru said to her. “There is more.”

Sesshoumaru moved again, offering his demonhood to Sarah. She took him in her mouth greedily. She tasted herself on him as if he had been dipped in a glaze. Sesshoumaru’s hands were in her hair, and a small, muffled moan could be heard. This was such a pleasure to her!
Sesshoumaru allowed Sarah to have her way again for only a little while. He pulled himself away from her, but swiftly moved to trap her in his arms. Without a word, Sesshoumaru effortlessly flipped Sarah onto her knees, holding her chest insistently down on his fur boa. Sarah made no sound.

Sesshoumaru knew that what he was about to do to Sarah next would hurt her, perhaps badly, and within him, his heart was tinged with regret. What? He looked down upon his woman in this submissive pose…His Woman? Yes!…knowing that she would take this pain to please him, and to seal their unspoken pact. Sesshoumaru entered Sarah’s last opening very slowly and very carefully so as not to hurt her too much. When she whimpered quietly – just once – that feeling came back, a tightening around his heart that snapped, hurting him in a way that he had only felt in this cave, only with this woman. What was it?!

When Sarah moved against him, accepting the pain, the feeling in his chest deepened. Sesshoumaru did not keep Sarah like this for very long. He didn’t need to. She had accepted him and that was enough. When he turned her over and saw the glimmer of tears in her amazing eyes, the hurt around his heart intensified. He could barely stand it.

“Now, Sweet One,” Sesshoumaru said in a choked voice, “I will bring you to the end and let you have the ecstasy you have been waiting for.”

Sarah did not respond, but nodded her head, never taking her eyes off of Sesshoumaru.

Sesshoumaru was back inside the warm, wet cave of Sarah’s womanhood. He began to move within her, slowly building up the tempo of his rhythm until he was pounding hard against her. Sarah moved with him, matching his rhythm and meeting him at each stroke. Little ripples began to flutter along the length of his root, and he knew that her release was near. It amazed him, this feeling that brought on his own orgasm. What rapture!

Sarah bucked against him, sharply arching her back, and closing her eyes for the first time. Sesshoumaru felt every quiver and flutter of her muscles, both inside and out. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him with her fragile arms as the waves he had brought on crashed through them both. As the orgasm passed, so did Sarah’s strength. She fell back onto Sesshoumaru’s fur, wearing that gentle smile, yet crystalline tears still gathered in her deep blue eyes. Why?!

Sesshoumaru bent his head and put his mouth to Sarah’s. When he broke the deep kiss, Sarah whispered something so quietly, that perhaps the pointed ears of a Dog Demon were the only ones who could have heard it.

“I love you, Sesshoumaru.”

There was one more thing that Sesshoumaru had to do now. He began to mark Sarah more extensively. As he worked, Sarah spoke to him in her soft accent.

“I could feel you when our eyes met.” Sarah began. “I could hear the wounds of your heart. It cried out such loneliness to me, my Lord, so much so, that I could hardly bear it. I knew that whatever transpired in this place of sanctuary, I would not deny you. I would not refuse to ease your loneliness.”

Was that the feeling that had begun this night?

“It is gone now.” Sesshoumaru remarked.

Sarah smiled at him, and in her eyes, he could see the truth of the words that only his ears had heard. Sarah did love him. He gazed down upon his work. There were two marks on each of Sarah’s cheeks. Two more graced both of her forearms and both of her thighs. These marks matched the ones that he bore, the only difference being the crescent moon on his forehead, and the long stripe down the center of her body.

Sesshoumaru laid his head upon Sarah’s breast. She held him as a mother would a child. He could feel her love in her embrace, and slowly, Sesshoumaru began to understand the new, mysterious feeling inside of him. He, Lord Sesshoumaru, Dog Demon of the Western Lands, loved a human woman. …Just like my father… He had to be sure.

“The sun is rising.” Sesshoumaru announced. “Where will you go now?”

“I will go nowhere that you do not lead me, my Lord.” Sarah replied. “My place is at your side.”

“What of your father?” Sesshoumaru queried.

“I will probably not see my father again,” Sarah answered, “but there are ways to let him know that I am safe, and that I am happy.”

“Are you?”

“Yes, Sesshoumaru,” Sarah said with complete conviction, “I am.”

“I believe you.” Sesshoumaru said with a sigh. “Say those words to me again.”

“I love you, Sesshoumaru.” Sarah responded, her voice ringing in his heart.

Sesshoumaru was sure now.

“I love you, Sarah.” Sesshoumaru said with equal conviction and honesty.

“Yes,” Sarah said, surprising him once again. “I could feel that too.”

When the sun came up, Sesshoumaru led Sarah out into the clear light and put a protective arm around her. As they walked away from the cave toward where Sesshoumaru had left Rin, Jakken, and Ahun, the Demon Dog wondered what he would say to Rin and Jakken to explain Sarah. Rin would understand, Jakken would not. Sesshoumaru pulled Sarah closer, and smiled in a way that matched Sarah’s perpetual happiness. It did not matter. He needed no one’s permission, and rarely explained himself anyway.

The End