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Under a Silver Moon	By : inuyoukai8 Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 13120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was raining the next evening and Lilian walked down the sidewalk to the little coffee shop. She pulled her coat close around her to ward off the chill that seemed to come from within. The yellow light appeared just ahead and she made her way inside. She brushed the water from her coat and looked around, he wasn’t here. She moved to her usual table in the far corner. “Lil, long time no see” called the passing waitress, her glittering pink earrings too large and too loud, but she didn’t care. Doris was the ultimate 80’s punk rocker. Lilian waved to her and slid into the welcome familiarity of the booth. Doris came over a moment later, “Usual? Pumpkin tea, heavy on the cream and a cinnamon scone, right?”. Lilian nodded numbly, reaching into her pocket to pull forth the funds required. Doris returned mere moments later with a tray in hand. Setting the items down before her and handing back her change in smooth motions. “Thanks Doris” Lilian said quietly. Doris smiled, “Heard you was overseas on business” she said, “How was that? You lose some weight?” Lilian smiled and nodded, “Yes, it was great, everything’s great” she replied feeling like the biggest liar in the world. But how did one say “Oh my world has gone to hell in a hand basket I live with two very hot demons but can’t do anything about it and now I have to save the world” without looking like a complete head case? She didn’t have to worry about it though; Doris was already off, making her rounds. Lilian sipped her tea, nibbled on her scone. These tiny things that had once been so wonderful to her; now seemed lacking. She supposed she was spoiled by Sesshoumaru’s staff. She played with the edge of her napkin until she heard the cheery bell of the door ring and looked up. He was there. The one she’d come to meet. They locked eyes across the room and then he made his way to her table. “Six years” she whispered, “It’s been six years since we’ve even spoken. How are you Harrison?” Youko glowered at the man through the window; he put his charm in place. Looking like a red headed human man and entered the café. He sat down, ordered a coffee and watched the two carefully. It was clear that something remained between them, six years without contact and Lilian had thought nothing of rushing to meet him here. His gray eyes were warm as they moved over her, tinged with sadness as he took her hand in his own. Youko wanted to drop kick the man into the next year, but he couldn’t very well do that. So he listened and watched and knew that Sesshoumaru was nearby doing the same. “How have you been Lilian?” he asked, his voice low and tender, “You look pale and thin”. She shook her head, “I have been working out a lot recently, I’m fine” she replied lightly. They exchanged the expected pleasantries, the small talk. Then she asked the question they dreaded but knew would come, “Why are you here?” she asked him. Her voice quavering slightly. He sighed, “ I can’t stop thinking about you” he told her, “All those years ago, the big fight, all the horrid things I said. I didn’t mean them”. She did pale at that, and Youko noticed. “That was a very long time ago, I have hated you long enough to make myself feel better” she told him. Harrison looked very sad, “And now?” he asked, “Do you hate me now?”. Yes, Youko wanted to throw in… do you hate him now? Lilian sighed and pulled her hand away from him, “I’m too tired to hate anymore. I put that behind me” she replied. Harrison eyed her closely, “But you came” he said, “That means that some part of you must care still”. She closed her eyes, feeling the prick of tears form. “I do Harrison” she agreed, “But that doesn’t change anything for us”. He shook his head, “But it could. I hated you because I loved you. I fell in love when I didn’t want to. I have a wife Lilian, I couldn’t love you both”. She snorted, “But you could have us both? You lied to me. You hid her from me, and then you hurt me so deeply I wanted to die. I loved you and you threw it aside” she murmured. Youko growled softly then caught himself. ‘You should have told her no’ he sent to Sesshoumaru. The dog growled in his mind, ‘Who told me to let her go?’ he asked, ‘She needs this, needs to burn this bridge behind her’. Youko snorted, ‘Doesn’t look like burning from here, more like forgiveness’. Harrison reached out and cupped her cheek, “I know. God I’m so sorry. ..I love you Lilian. I love you. Always have” he whispered, his words not false. She caught his hand, turned her face into his palm. “I love you too Harrison, but not in that way. I can’t… not ever again. I’m sorry. I accept your apology, please accept mine. No hard feelings. Go home to her” she whispered to him, her voice not steady in the least. She rose then and he followed suit. It was a strange tableau, a heartbreaking one. Obviously these two held such love for each other that despite time and circumstance some measure of love remained when it was fated to wither and die. Harrison pulled her into his arms, tucking his face against her shoulder. His hands sliding over her dark hair reverently. “I’ll miss you” he whispered to her, she sniffed against his coat, her small hands buried in the rough material. She nodded, “I’ll miss you” she replied, “If you ever need me….” He nodded, stepped back and caressed her cheek, “If you ever need me…”. Then he stood there as she moved past him, one last glance, a strange sorrow and elatedness moving through her gaze and she stepped out into stormy night. She walked slowly down the sidewalk to the little side road that led out of the city proper. The driver pulled alongside of her, “Miss, I’m here. Please let me take you back to the manor. It’s very wet out tonight” he urged her. Lilian lifted her head to the sky and smiled ruefully, “Yes, it is very wet and….. cold. Go on without me” she replied over the patter of water on cement. The driver began to protest but she bolted from him, dashing through the puddle shot street and into the nearby park. She heard him calling after her, but didn’t turn back. She ran, rain soaking her, the weight of the water pulling her hair loose from it’s high tail, making it curl wildly. Her coat offered no warmth now, drenched with the tears of the sky and her breath came in small white puffs of steam as she forced herself to keep moving. She ran until her hands ached from cold and face stung, she ran when her legs felt like water, she ran still when the terrible ache formed in her side and still she ran. Branches tore at her clothes and hair, swiping at her hands and face, leaving thin scratches and bright welts. Nothing would ever be the same again, nothing. Her love, her truest love, her most twisted and painful love. She had left it there, shedding the girlish ideals of so many years gone by. She wanted to hate him for all that he had done to her. Needed to hate him, but she couldn’t. What odd powers he held over her. Sesshoumaru was closing in on her and fast. The rain making the wool of her coat stand out against the diluted scents. He was angry that she had run, but understood that it was not he she was fleeing, rather some part of herself. The human man, something set him apart in her mind, in her heart and Sesshoumaru wanted nothing so much as to obliterate that hallowed place and burn all vestiges of Harrison away. Even now Youko stalked the mortal man. Why had he contacted her after so long? It bore suspicion and that is what it got. Sesshoumaru glided across the treetops, golden eyes alert for her below. There, an opening in the trees. He ducked and descended, landing on the rain soaked leaves with no sound and waited. Waited for her to break from the trees and see him. Lilian did break from the trees, at a furious pace and collided with a hard object. Her vision was blurred from tears and rain and her lungs labored to draw in breath. An arm wrapped around her waist like a band of steel, keeping her uprights. Sesshoumaru gave no indication that he felt the collision, though he would not be surprised to find her injured from it. He wrapped his arm around her, keeping her close and waited as she panted for breath and blinked the wet from her eyes. “Se…Sesshoumaru?” she asked, her voice garbled by pants and weather and her own stinted sobs. She was cold, very cold and he was not. Lilian pressed herself close to the demon lord who was soaked as she was but was hot like a furnace in the chill of the night. Her arms wrapped around his waist and she buried her face in his chest. Sesshoumaru reacted her to touch, to her need and lowered his nose to nuzzle against her ear. The warm air rushing over the chilled flesh. He had no words for her, not that she would want them anyway. No, now she needed something different. Something solid and stable in her tumultuous world. He would do nicely. Gathering his energy around them, he lifted them into the sky and raced for the shelter of the house. ‘I’m stupid’ she mused to herself, ‘I am such an idiot. I’ll never get it right…..never’. Her thoughts were open to him and Sesshoumaru glanced down to see her eyelids flutter and then fall. Her mind went blank utterly. Exhaustion had won out. Youko followed Harrison to a small hotel at the edge of town. It had taken all of his discipline not to pounce on the man and demand answers. He had felt the chaos in Lilian and knew that she was fleeing in the dark of the night. He also knew that Sesshoumaru was not far behind her, closing in her. His anger at her for running had suddenly given way to an intense desire to protect. The warmth of his determination seeped through the bond to Youko. ‘She is safe. I have her’, came the smooth baritone. Youko locked his eyes on his target once more. In his mind Sesshoumaru’s voice rang out once more, ‘She is almost ready to turn to us’. Youko leapt into the air, landing lightly before the human, ‘I’ll be along shortly’. Shiziru pushed her texts away, pressing her fingers to her eyes. It seemed that there was a way to wake the powers of the Mekharat. One that she wasn’t certain the woman would be entirely thrilled with. “Sumasa” she called to her assistant. The apple cheeked miko appeared in the doorway, “Yes my lady?” she asked. Shiziru lifted rheumy eyes to the other, “Contact Sesshoumaru-sama. Tell him I have his answer”. Youko stared at the man before him. Harrison showed little surprise at his sudden appearance. That in itself made the fox wonder. “You were near her weren’t you?” Harrison asked. Youko blinked and growled softly, “Who are you human?” he demanded. Harrison shook his head, “I used to know” he replied, “I’m a guy who married a woman and then found the other half of myself. You are demon aren’t you? You with the ones that want her?”. Youko stiffened, “What do you know of it?” he asked. Harrison shook his head again, “Not much. I know that they can’t reach her and it pisses them off. I also know after tonight I’m a dead man. From you or them, doesn’t matter. They wanted to see her beyond her haven. They have”. The fox glared at the human, “So you have betrayed her. I thought the timing was odd. Six years and she came to you, still”. Harrison nodded, jamming his hands in his pockets, “Yeah, she did. We always come to one another. I did betray her. I love her and I betrayed her…again”. Youko fought to understand, “What’s in it for you?” he asked. His voice low and dangerous. Harrison met his gaze fully, “My son” he said quietly. “For my son’s life I gave up hers, and for hers I give up mine”. Youko nodded, “I see. Choose then. Now or then?” He chuckled and walked to the dark side of the street, in a narrow alley, “I’ll take it now” he said, “I hate waiting”. Youko followed him and did what was asked of him, what was demanded of him. He silenced the betrayer…forever. Harrison didn’t plead, didn’t make excuses. He was a man of action and understood the consequences of his actions. Youko made it quick and as painless as possible, knowing she would have wanted that. Swearing that she would never find out. He’d killed humans before and it didn’t bother him. He’d even perfected his art to spare his pristine clothing. He flicked the blood from his rose whip and left the alley. Not much left, he mused. Looked like scraps from a meat market. He tossed a devilspurge seed behind him, willing it to grow and consume the remains. Once it was done, it would die. Quite useful in his opinion. He felt no sympathy for the man he had just killed. There was, in his opinion, never anything to make betrayal acceptable, certainly not when you claimed to love the other. Sesshoumaru strode across his balcony and threw his doors open with a thought. His large bath was filled to the brim with steaming water, his unspoken commands to his staff relayed through Jaken. The delicate scent of lavender reaching his nose through the tall double doors. He looked down at the woman gathered against his chest. Her lips were an unhealthy hue and her flesh was shockingly cold. He strode into the bathing chamber, and settled her gently on the plush rugs scattered across the tile floor. She’d be angry with him later, not that he cared. His claws made quick work of her clothing. The sopping remnants were flung a few feet away. The near opalescence of her flesh revealed as each layer met it’s demise. Sesshoumaru stripped quickly, gathering her up again and wading into the steaming water, past his hips and deeper. He laid her on the lower sitting shelf, leaving her head and shoulders clear of the water. Then he reached out and touched his claws to her brow, there was a soft light emanating from his fingertips. “Show me” he commanded. A vast forest rose before him, skeletal houses loomed in the background. The air carried the scent of death and fire. He turned when familiar scent drew his attention. There she was, Lilian. But this was not the Lilian he had come to know. She was younger, perhaps just out of her teen years. Draped in the subdued woodland colors of a military uniform. A pistol was tucked neatly in the holster beneath her arm. Her eyes were bright, alert, scanning the area and then falling to a map at her feet. “Specialist Markor” came a voice, and then a man appeared some distance away. He had the darkly good looks of the men of Punjab. Lilian turned a wide smile to him, “There you are sir” she said, “I wondered where you had run off to”. He held out an envelope to her, “It’s mailcall, thought I’d bring yours too” he told her, looking over her shoulder at the markings on the map. “That’s a lot of area to cover” he remarked. She glanced down, “Yeah but it won’t take long if we get the rest of the team. We can find the cache no problem, Captain Sumar”. She sounded so confident, so upbeat. She tore at the envelope eagerly. Any mail was good mail to a soldier as long as it wasn’t a bill. Sesshoumaru moved to stand behind her, unseen in this memory of hers. His golden eyes followed the script on the paper. Lilian blinked and looked up at the Captain before her. “What’s wrong Lilian?” he asked, breaking formality. She held out the letter to him, her hand shaking. Sumar took it slowly, he’d not ever seen her react to anything this way and they’d seen some pretty terrible things together. His brown eyes scanned the contents quickly and then he met her gaze. “Lilian” he said softly, “I am so sorry. I had no idea”. She shook her head, “No, neither did I” she whispered, “He has a wife…. And I am in violation of our regs”. Sumar shook his head, “No. You aren’t” he decided, “He lied to all of us. None of us knew he was married. You just have to end it Lilian, just walk away from this. It never happened”. She blinked at him, tears pooling, “I thought he loved me” she said. Sumar put his arm around her shoulders, “Let it go Markor” he told her in a firm voice, “He’s not worth your tears”. And he wasn’t and she knew it, but she still cried. Her captain, her friend letting her soak the front of his uniform. The scene changed. A dark night, a sky full of a thousand stars and she was there, walking alone. “I said wait” came an angry male voice and Sesshoumaru watched as Harrison appeared, his features marred by his scowl. He grabbed her arm, jerking her around to face him. “What do you mean over?” he demanded. Lilian snatched her arm back, “Just what I said Harrison. Why couldn’t you tell me, tell any of us that you are married? I thought we had a future, some kind of life to look forward too” she shot back. He laughed, “We do” he told her, “As long as you keep your mouth shut”. She stiffened and Sesshoumaru felt his hackles rise in fury, his eyes bled red. Lilian let loose a string of obscenities that would have blistered Inuyasha’s ears, and then she stormed away. The scene changed again, Lilian alone in her bed, trying to sleep. A scratching at the window and she rose to investigate. A dark figure loomed in the window frame and she backed away only to be tackled to the floor. She fought hard, striking viciously against the one she had once trusted with her body. It did no good and Sesshoumaru roared his rage to the skies, transforming in his desire to tear apart and kill. But it did no good. He was an observer here, nothing more. Her memory of pain and fear and betrayal hung on him like an iron shackle. “It’s over when I say it is” Harrison whispered to her, pressing a tender kiss to her ear as he left there, sprawled on the floor, bruised and bleeding. Like a broken doll. Sesshoumaru knelt beside her, watching the path of silent tears as they moved across her cheeks, then she tried to stand and crumpled into a heap again. The livid bruises staring back at him like silent accusations. Once again the scene changed, Lilian limping towards her Captain. He looked at her with concern and his eyes lingered on those places covered with heavy make-up. He pushed a steaming cup of hot chocolate over to her and a plate of eggs. “Lilian” he whispered to her, “What happened to you?”. She gave him a small smile, wincing when her torn lip cracked anew. “Got drunk” she told him, “Fell down the stairs and had a horrible fight with the floor”. He stared at her, “Really?” he asked. She nodded, and began to eat with a fervor she didn’t feel. Sesshoumaru saw the indecision in the man’s eyes, but he said nothing. Later that day the Captain came to her and told her that her room had been changed, it was now next to his. He said they were trying to keep all the shift workers in one wing. She bought it, but Sesshouamru knew that wasn’t what had happened at all. Just when he thought he had seen all that there was to see, the scene changed again. Lilian and Harrison grappling on the ground near a field marked as a resting place for ordnance. Harrison was much stronger than her and he lifted her, tossing her like refuse into the field. Lilian lay very still for a moment and then her weapon was out, trained on him, her finger on the trigger. “If you come near me again” she hissed at him, “I WILL kill you”. Her eyes held the validity of her promise. Others came running then, seeing the trouble. Lilian was removed carefully from the field and Harrison was ordered away from her. Sumar kept them apart completely from that day on, making certain that Lilian was never alone. It wasn’t a hard thing to do, the many nations working with them, liked her and were more than happy to see her safely wherever she chose to go. The scene changed again and Lilian and Harrison faced each other across a sandy field. The hot desert sun beating down on them, “I’m sorry” Harrison said, and Sesshoumaru growled knowing that Lilian would forgive all. She did. Eager to put the past behind her and move on with her life. Harrison wanted her back, she only wanted peace. That had been the last time they saw each other until tonight. “What power do you hold over each other?” he asked her as the images faded, “What is it that bound you so tightly in love and hate?”. He expected no answer and received none. Lilian was warming up, her lips the soft rose he preferred. Slowly, she began to stir. Lilian became aware of warmth. Satiny, liquid warmth that seemed to seep into every part of her. It was heavenly. She sighed and shifted, feeling something hard brush against her. She opened her eyes, her ears catching the sound of water. A high ceiling of luminous cream met her gaze and she became aware of the slosh of water against her. She tried to sit up quickly only to be held back. A soft rumble drew her attention and she found herself staring into golden eyes, “You will rest and let the water heat you” Sesshoumaru commanded. His tone soft yet imperious. Lilian became aware of several things at that moment. One, she was obviously no longer in the woods. Two, she was bare as the day she was born. Three, he appeared to be equally bare. What in the hell was going on? She tried to sit up again, more slowly this time and he allowed it. Lilian kept her eyes fixed on his face and the ceiling, deeming them safe enough areas. “What happened?” she asked. Sesshoumaru brushed her wet hair over her shoulder, “You ran” he said simply, “Into the storm. I found you and brought you home”. She shivered and sank further into the water, “Home” she murmured, “This is my home now”. He watched her with steady eyes. Bright violet lifted to meet with molten gold, “I am sorry that I ran Sesshoumaru” she whispered, “That was a stupid thing to do”. He watched her turn from him, her arms wrapping around herself, “Foolish” he agreed, “But I understand your reasons. Do not run again Lilian”. She nodded, not moving when the water rippled betraying his movement. He was right behind her, she felt the heat of his body. She turned suddenly and wrapped her arms around him again. Sesshoumaru growled at the sensation of flesh on flesh, his clawed hands splaying at her waist. “You will be mine” he told her, locking eyes with her, “But not tonight”. Lilian knew she should be furious at his arrogant decree, but somehow the heavy heat caused by those words outweighed all other feelings. She was suddenly confused again. ‘I’m attracted to them both’ she thought, ‘How could I ever choose?’ She said nothing when Sesshoumaru led her from the bathing chamber and into his room. He wrapped her in one of his long haoris and ordered her into bed. She gaped but obeyed, “It has been a difficult night for you” he told her. She didn’t care at the moment, the bed was large and warm and there was a large strip of silken fur there. She promptly curled into it. “Sleep” he told her and she did. Youko entered the library, shaking the water from his hair and tail. Sesshoumaru came in shortly after. “How is she?” Youko asked. Sesshoumaru called for hot tea and turned back to his friend, “She is sleeping” he replied, “In the master chamber”. Youko lifted a dark brow, “Don’t waste time do you?” he asked. Sesshoumaru snorted, “Hardly. She is sleeping because I tapped her memories”. Youko blinked, “She won’t like that”. Sesshoumaru shrugged, “I did it while she was out” he replied, “But dreams might come. We’ll deal with that”. Youko nodded, “I tracked him” he said then, taking a cup of steaming tea from the tray that the maid brought it. He waited until she had departed before explaining all. Sesshouamru growled softly, “They will move soon” he predicted. Youko agreed. “What shall we do?” Youko asked. Sesshoumaru moved to the door, “We wait for Shiziru’s word” he said, “In the meantime, I’m going to bed. I think it best that you wash the scent of blood from yourself before you join us”. Youko wasn’t going to complain, “What’s this new measure?” he asked. Sesshoumaru looked over his shoulder, “When we go to Makai, she will sleep between us. You know she will be safer”. Youko nodded his agreement. “Be up soon”. Youko slipped silently into the large bedroom, the golden gleam of Sesshoumaru’s eyes met his. He moved to the bed, looking down to find the dog curled protectively around Lilian. She was lost in dreams, her dark hair splayed across the silver sheets. Youko said nothing as he lifted the coverlet and slid in behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed close. Slowly, sleep overtook him and he drifted away. The scent of her lingering in his nose.
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