Memories Reborn

Sesshomaru shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he stood uncomfortably in the forest. He had just left Rin, who now lived in that human village that his half brother seemed so fond of. The only reason for his out of character shifting was the knowledge that had hit him as he left the village. His half demon brother had a mate and he, the most powerful demon in existence at this point had no one. Of course he had been with women before, that wasn’t a secret. Nor was it unbelievable. He knew what he looked like, he wasn’t as dense as his brother. The thought of taking on a mate hadn’t crossed his mind in many many years. How long had it been? He had only met one woman he had actually considered, and she was dead now. Or at least that is what her elder sister had told him, only a bit over fifty years ago. That is what Kouran had told him.

Sesshomaru flinched slightly remembering the battle. Much farther back, before Inuyasha was even born, there was the first battle against the Panther Tribe. He had fought alongside his father as well as with hundreds of others. All in order to defeat the Panther Tribe and push them back. He had fought against the children of the Panther King, who his father so bravely defeated. There was only one problem. Sesshomaru hadn’t fought his hardest against one particular sibling.

She had been the second eldest, and to him the most beautiful. When he fought her though his face remained as it always did. He gave no hint of his thoughts on her. She as the other siblings was gifted with a power. Hers had been the wind. She would watch him intently and with a flip of her finger, her black locks of hair would lift into the air and a wall of air would collide with him, sending him backwards. It was why he had been so drawn to Kagura in the end. She reminded him of his panther beauty. Maran was her name, and he would never forget that, as much as he would like to. He would love to forget her face but it would not happen. He was well composed though. No one knew of his feelings on the inside. The utter turmoil that went through his mind at just the thought of her, the images that would appear to him in dreams.

Sesshomaru sat down against a tree and laid his head back closing his eyes remembering the dream that was her.


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He lifted his head angrily his whip slicing the icicles to shreds before they reached him. A growl escaped from his lips as he sneered at the woman in front of him. The eldest daughter irritated him to no end. Kouran and her ice powers were more of an annoyance to him than anything else. A few of the demons beside him rushed at her and she was then preoccupied, leaving Sesshomaru to be somewhat happy that the woman he considered to be no more than a fly buzzing around his ear left him alone. It was only a second before a smirk would have been brought to his face that a wall of air slammed into him and his silver strands whipped around him. Standing before him was a woman, dressed all in black silk. Her ebony hair flowed down her back as his own did but was full of luxurious waves, and a simple black tail whipped around her from behind. He hadn’t taken notice of her looks then. Only categorized her into his head along with all the other demons he knew. Putting a face with a name.

Maran hadn’t been someone he looked at until the end of their next fight. When he had truly fought with the panther, he couldn’t help but notice her. She had challenged him, a whip, purely made of air slammed against his own acid one. The game seemed never ending as each attack was blocked from both sides. He hadn’t noticed how long the fight had lasted. Only that they had moved a mile away from the battle with how intense their fighting was. By the end of two days they both collapsed on the ground in a forest, trees chopped down all around them. She lay on the ground growling at him fiercely and Sesshomaru, using the last strength he had crawled towards her. She tried to claw her way from him but her body was too weak at that point. Within minutes he was on her, his claws leaking acid, ready to kill her as she lay before him. That was when she actually spoke for the first time.

“Do it already if you’re going to.” Her voice had been like bells. It had been amazing to hear. It was still cool and collected even though her breathing was harsh.

Something inside of him had snapped, and he could no longer kill her as he had wanted to for the entire battle. He dropped his hand to his side and looked at her for a few seconds, and when she was sure that he wasn’t going to kill her, a relaxed sigh escaped her lips. In response to the sound she made, he bent his face close to hers. Within seconds his lips were pressed to hers. He really had no idea what had come over him. He never behaved in such a manor. He was unfeeling and stiff. He was a silent danger to the rest of the creatures of this world, but there he was, his lips pressed to hers and his arms snaking around her body to pull her closer to him.

This had probably been the first time that his face had been something other than stone. In fact his face twisted into one of surprise when Maran opened her mouth against his. He let himself deepen the kiss slowly and a slight shiver crept down his spine as feminine arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer, until her chest pressed against his armor.

Sesshomaru pulled out of the embrace slowly hating the idea of leaving it but knowing that what he was doing was nothing less than treason. He pushed himself off of her slowly and sat a good three feet away from her in order to keep himself sane. The moment he had let her go though his face had returned to that of a statue. Maran looked at him silently from where she lay. She wasn’t saying anything, and he was having difficulty avoiding starring at the rise and fall of her chest. She was breathing much harder now, and her gold eyes watched him slowly. He took note of the blush across her cheeks and the tousled look to her raven tresses. It took all he had just to sit still, but his face would never show it.

She had laid there for a good hour of silence before she sat up. Her body no longer weak, and nor was his. She looked as she had before. Gracefully elegant and dangerous, in more ways than just her powers. She did not attack him though. She only watched him silently from her place, as she had been doing when she was lying down. He did not know how long this silence took. He hadn’t kept up with the time, or at least any thought of the time had been blown from his mind as suddenly she had pounced on him.

Her lips had ravaged his neck and face, and without realizing what all was going on he was removing the armor over his chest just in order to get her closer. His lips met hers again in a desperate kiss, tongues wrapping around each other in a mock embrace. He had never imagined anything like this happening when he joined this battle. His hands had slipped under her dress and were lifting it over her head, and his own clothes joined them not a minute later in a pile a few feet away. He felt her lips roaming around his chest and involuntarily let out a growl in pleasure.

He didn’t know what had come over him. He didn’t ever do anything like this. He remotely knew that part of it was that she was beautiful, and actually a challenge to fight. No one else had been able to challenge him at that level. He still won in the end but she was the closest to his equal. She was female and she was the closest to beating him anyone had ever gotten. He watched her body slowly, his eyes slowly showing the hunger that he felt. How long had it been since he had lain with a woman?

All thoughts left his mind the instant he felt her lips on his manhood. He let out another growl and fell back onto the earth beneath him. God what was she doing to him? The feeling of ecstasy filling him was incredibly fulfilling. His fingers were digging into the ground trying to avoid wrapping themselves in her hair, he didn’t know how much control he would have over his acid nails at this point and burning Maran wouldn’t be the smartest idea at this point.

When he could no longer take it he pushed her down onto and sat between her separated legs. She was laying there so willingly giving herself to him. It stunned him really. His eyes crept over her ivory skin and his hands followed not to long after, gripping her large breasts beneath his hands. His lips moved slowly over her neck, nipping at the silk like skin, and reveling in the little welts he left. When his thumb rubbed over a hard pink bud a moan was released into his ear. He growled back a reply before moving his lips even lower and taking her nipple into his mouth while the other hand worked at the other. Desperate little cries and moans filled the air around him.

“Sesshomaru!” he almost flinched when he heard her voice speak his name. It was perfect. Like it belonged there and nowhere else. The exclamation only pushed him farther.

His hands slid lower, his fingers slipping between her legs. She was ready for him already, but he wanted to push her further. He wanted to hear his name again. There was something so empowering about having a woman of her caliber crying out for him. His thumb slowly pushed against her jewel releasing another strangled cry from her mouth, though not his name as he wanted. He pushed a finger into her slowly and a whimper escaped her lips. He let it move as he wanted to move inside of her, but she only bucked up at his fingers desperately. He added another finger and quickened the pace, and to his delight her eyes flew open and her back arched, her hips still pumping against his hand. But still not his name. He decided to push things a little further, he wanted to hear his name. He pulled her gasping body up bringing her onto her knees over his manhood, but he wouldn’t do that just yet. In a sharp motion he pushed his thumb against her jewel and pushed all four fingers into her insides. He thrust them into her hard and fast, and her head flew back. He would have smirked if he were any other man. He took her nipple into his mouth quickly as her chest pushed towards him and his other hand kneaded the flesh of its sister. And then he got what he wanted.

“Sesshomaru please!” she screamed it out and the tail that had been flailing about behind her went stiff and then limp.

He removed his fingers slowly once the clenching was finished and her juices dripped onto his manhood. In one swift move she was on the ground beneath him and he wrapped one of her legs around his hips. He propped his body up his arms at her sides and it one instant he was buried inside of her. Oh god. It felt amazing. She was squeezing him tightly. He pulled out slowly relishing the feeling of her walls trying to pull him back in. At once he pounded into her, growling fiercely as he did. He could hear her screams of pleasure as well as his own thoughts and his speed quickened. He slammed into her cervix with every thrust and it wasn’t long before she gave up trying to meet his thrusts altogether. At that point he had actually grinned, and then a sound that could only be described as a roar and a scream combined together left the lips of the beauty beneath him. She was shuttering and her insides were clenching him. In a growl he released his seed inside of her, letting his climax follow hers.

It had been hours later that they had moved from each other. Neither could truly tell where one ended and the other began. Each starred at the other for a long time before grabbing their clothes and making their way to a nearby stream. Others would be able to smell what had gone on. They were soon done cleaning their bodies.

“Maran..” his voice seemed to catch in his throat, he didn’t like that feeling, he was usually so calm and collected. He didn’t get nerves.

“Will I see you again after this war?” Maran asked him slowly, voicing the question that he wanted to ask her. It actually made him happy to know that she wanted to see him, as he did her.

He gave her a simple response. He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms, his skin against hers. In a silent movement he bit into her where the neck became the shoulder. Marking her as his. “Yes you will see me, I will come to you when it is possible.”

She had kissed him and then stepped from the water pulling on her clothes, leaving him with a small bow before she was gone in a whirlwind. That had been the last time he saw her off of the battle field. When her father had been killed they had all fled, and he could not go to her yet.

Eventually no one even saw members of the Panther Tribe at all. It was as if they had faded away, that they no longer existed. He had never been able to find her, no matter how hard he looked, and then out of the blue the siblings were back once again, only this time without a king, and Sesshomaru’s father wasn’t there either. He had looked desperately into the army for Maran, though not letting his own army see how distraught he was. In a battle he had asked Kouran where her sister was to his own anger she smirked.

“You would like to know that wouldn’t you?” she had laughed at him. He hadn’t realized that she knew about his relationship with Maran, in fact he hadn’t been aware that anyone knew at all. It took him off guard for a minute, his eyes blazing red. It was all the answer that the woman needed though.

“She’s dead, has been for a while now.” Kouran said sharply.

That’s when the battle had swung into the Panther’s favor. Jaken had gotten so worried about the outcome of the battle that he had gone off to look for Inuyasha. In the end he had still won though. Taking out his anger on their armies.


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Sesshomaru stood slowly leaving the tree he had been resting against. So much of his life seemed to rotate around the woman now that he looked back on it. Rin’s hair reminded him of Maran’s, or at least what he hoped that a child they produced would look like. Kagura had the same shade of hair and her wind powers ultimately reminded him of Maran. It made him cringe inside. How easily he was controlled by her without even realizing it until later. From time to time he would even think he could smell her scent on the wind though he knew it was impossible. Even now he felt he could smell her. His memories conjuring up her scent.

To be continued.