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Cursed	By : Jenihime Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 3498 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sakura woke to find her limbs entwined with those of the
demon lord in her bed. She recalled last night’s events, and was quite
surprised that he had found it in him not to mate her. She felt a small pinch
in her chest. She felt that if he could just forgo the mating on their first
time together, he would most likely grow tired of her once he had had her to
his heart’s content. Nevertheless, she was bound to him for now, and would
have to live with the disappointments once they came. She would however enjoy
every moment she would get with him. She had to try not to get too attached to
him, as she had seen many heartbroken women around her. She knew that the
higher the rise, the greater the fall. She would do her best not to let herself
fall head over heels for him, though she knew her battle was lost from the
start.
Sesshoumarou had felt her stir in his arms. He knew that
they had slept well into the day and would most likely be only departing the
following morning. He did not mind, as it would give him time to worship the
small goddess lying in his arms. He felt something that pulled his heart
strings, as he knew that something had upset her. He felt her uncertainty mixed
with a deep sorrow. He started to feel doubt grow, as he wondered if she regretted
what had happened the previous night. He nuzzled his face into her neck, and
somehow felt her sorrow grow. He let out a small whine and said: “Did you not
enjoy your first time, my Sakura?” He felt her surprise as she said: “On the
contrary, it was wonderful, words cannot express how great you have made me
feel, my Sesshoumarou.”
Sakura wondered where his question came from as she frowned
and asked, her throat so tight that she was afraid her voice would stay caught
in it: “If I my ask... did you not enjoy...” Before she could finish her
sentence, she was interrupted by lips crashing on hers. As he released her
mouth, he said: “Your Sesshoumarou has never felt the way he has last night in
the presence of any other female. You have made me experience a moment of pure
bliss, one which I had never felt before.” He looked into her turquoise eyes,
and as she stared back at ardently burning amber pools, he continued: “My
Sakura, do you regret the intimacy we have shared last night?”
Sesshoumarou was almost afraid to ask. He knew that she
carried a heavy past, and perhaps it had been too soon to take her. He now felt
guilt grow into anguish, as he could not have let her in her predicament. He
saw her eyes meet his as she said in a warm voice: “My Sesshoumarou, how could
I ever regret what happened last night?” Her warm eyes were now clouded with
worry as she spoke again: “Do you regret?...” She was once again interrupted
mid-sentence by a burning kiss. He lingered longer, as if to prove a point.
His breath was getting faster when he reluctantly moved away from her mouth and
said: “Do not ever think that your Sesshoumarou would regret moments spent with
you, my Sakura... The only regret I might have is not having completely lost my
mind and mating you... I have given you my word, and as long as I am strong
enough I will keep it. However, I hope that you fall in love with me faster
than the two winter’s mark, as I may well weaken to the point where I will mate
you without your consent, and that would be truly mortifying to your
Sesshoumarou... ”
He saw her frown as she said: “Yes I do understand our
promise, and I will hold no grudge if an accident happens... but what of your
soul mate, my Sesshoumarou? We need to find her for you to be freed from the
curse... you need to...” This time, she interrupted herself, as she knew that
she was losing whatever little self control she had. She felt tired and
emotional, and on top of it she now had to convince the man lying across her
that it was better for him to fall in love with another and leave her behind.
That was too much for her to do at the current time, and she would rather stay
quiet than continue.
Sesshoumarou finally understood the source of her stress and
sorrow. If she felt half the emotions that he did, thinking about him finding
another mate would be crushing her soul terribly. He felt his chest clench
painfully at the thought of having to mate another and pressed his lips on hers
to comfort himself. He needed her warmth and he pressed her body closer to
his. He let out his low, soothing rumble, and felt the tensions lessen in her
small frame. He deepened the kiss and wanted the contact of their lips never
to end. He knew that he needed to give his miko words of comfort, as she was
truly distressed at the current time. He then said in a soothing voice: “What
if, my miko, you were my soul mate? Would it not work itself out, if we both
mated?” Her eyes were now wide as saucers as she said: “But what if we are
not? How could you know...”
He looked down tenderly and said: “How could I know about
any female, really? What I can say is that so far, I have felt for you what I
have never felt for any females before. You make me feel possessive of you, and
never before had I felt the need to protect what is mine. You have made me want
to feel more, made me want to get more. If it was not to make your life easier
with my court, I would mate you here and now, and would let no arguments get
in the way. My Sakura, to me, the proof that you are my intended mate is the
dream that I had last night...” As he saw her frown, he knew that further
explanations were needed. He then continued: “When a demon finds his intended
and mates her, he gets violent nightmares. It is our instincts way to let us
know the consequences of not being a good mate. For my beast, we are already
mated, which is why it sent me the dreadful vision I had...” His voice caught
in his chest as he recalled his nightmare. When he saw that he had not fully
answered her questions, he continued: “These dreams are meant to bring a mated
pair closer, as the alpha draws comfort from their mate. This makes the
protective instincts of the alpha stronger, as the dreams are always a display
of their weaknesses and how they had affected their mates. The only thing I do
not understand is that since my beast considers you its mate, why did the
mating knot not form?”
Sakura’s left eyebrow arched, indicating that she was about
to voice a question: “The mating knot?” She saw that her demon slightly blush
in embarrassment as he said: “Well, this is a conversation that females would
normally have between themselves... mothers and daughters, or older sisters
giving younger ones advice...” Sakura’s eyes narrowed as she spoke in a cool,
demanding voice: “My Sesshoumarou, after what has happened between us last
night, there is no need for false modesty. Since your beast considers me to be
your mate, pray tell what it is that my mother or my older sister might have
told me, had I been a demon...”
Sesshoumarou did not miss the change in her attitude when he
did not answer immediately. He started pondering a thought... what if she was
supposed to be his alpha in their couple... perhaps this was what had stopped
him from mating her, as he remembered that she was the one who had firmly held
his head and stopped him from biting down on her tempting neck. It somehow did
not cross him to have her as his alpha, as he knew that she was fair and
strong. He smiled internally, as he was one of Japan’s most feared demons, a
Lord of the Four Countries, and was considering letting a small miko become his
alpha. He then noticed her gaze and gulped, as he knew that he had been lost
in his thoughts. He quickly started: “The mating knot happens during the heats,
and nearly guarantees conception. It is when the male momentarily stays stuck
within the female to prevent his seed from leaking out. Though I would have
loved to pup you in your first heats, we will have to wait until the next ones
to try again...”
Sakura registered the disappointment in his tone and said:
“Well, it’s only a month... besides, we never know, humans don’t need that knot
to get pregnant...” When it was his turn to shoot her inquisitive looks, she
then said: “Human ‘heats’ as you call them come every month, between her
bleedings. That is when she is able to conceive. If these new demon heats
coincide with my human ones, perhaps I might turn out pregnant...” Sesshoumarou
planted his lips passionately on hers. He had never thought of the way her
body was different from that of a demon. He broke the kiss and asked: “Does
that mean that if you are not pupped now, we might be able to get you pupped
next month?” Sakura smiled tenderly at him and said: “Yes, that’s how it works.
What’s with you and getting me pregnant anyway...” She was once again
interrupted with a smouldering kiss.
Sesshoumarou had registered her comment as being a question,
one he would answer as soon as he had finished with her mouth. He finally let
go and said: “My Sakura will be most beautiful when round and pupped... we want
pups in our household, as it has been most empty without them... we want to see
them running around the grounds, playing and growing into strong whelps... Dog
demons have a strong pack sense, and it is important to us that our pack is
large and powerful.”
She smiled back at him, warmly. She simply rested her head
on his strong chest, content to simply let his powerful heart beat lull her
back to peaceful slumber. She had felt the powerful tug of sleep and was unable
to resist. When she woke, she opened her eyes to a beautiful room. The fact
that she was not in the same room that she had fallen asleep in did not alarm
her, as her presence in this room felt so right. She looked around to see her
demon lord’s colors hanging from the walls, as well as beautiful scrolls
hanging from dark coloured walls. The large bed she was lying on was a
mountain of silk. The large head board held two family crests, both of which
she was familiar with. One was the familiar three stars which adorned her
demons forehead, the large middle star flanked by two smaller ones. Within the
large middle star was encompassed Sesshoumarou’s crescent moon.
It was most strange to the young miko, as it looked as
though both crescents had merged to form a new one. Though odd, it felt
familiar and right. She was wearing a silky sleeping kimono which clung to her
body. She reluctantly got out of bed and walked towards one of two dressers.
She somehow knew that the right dresser was the one which contained her
clothes. She opened the top drawer, and pulled out the first bundle which held
a precious content. She had remembered that kimonos were best kept when
individually wrapped in rice paper, which kept humidity at bay instead of
hanging them open and vulnerable to moisture and moths. She opened it and saw
a beautiful burnt amber kimono, with a striking fiery red inlay. She wrapped in
the red inlay and couldn’t help but run her fingers on the stars and crescent
moons that were embroidered along the hems of it. The crests were still
separated, as if dancing around each other teasingly. She then picked up the
outer layer and smiled as the back displayed proudly both crests in their fused
form. She wrapped herself in it and picked out a deep chocolate brown obi
which narrowed her waist nicely.
The door opened and a child came in running, throwing his
arms around her waist. She looked down at him lovingly, as she patted the
small, white head of hair. She took time to tickle the small ears that were
sitting at the top of his head. Turquoise eyes stared back at her playfully.
She tried to take as serious face as she said: “You are getting old enough to
learn to knock on a lady’s door before waltzing in, young man...” He grinned at
her and answered: “But you’re not a lady, you’re my mom...” Sakura couldn’t
help but smile at her first born. She picked him up and blew a raspberry in
his neck and said: “That will be your punishment... I’ll tickle you until you
beg me to stop...”
She knew that the child was spoiled rotten, but little did
she care. She loved her child and knew that he would have all his life to act
like the lord he would once become. She carried him to her large bed and
started tickling her pup, pinning him down when he was trying to run away. She
was amazed at how quickly he had grown. Not quite as fast as a full demon,
being the half-demon that he was, he had still grown faster than a human
child. He would soon begin his second year of life, and yet he looked about
five years old by human standards. He was as red as a ripe tomato, and she
knew that it would be best to have him calm down. She placed small kisses on
his neck, occasionally kissing the new crest on her son’s forehead. It had
retained its original colors. The stars were shimmering silver, and the moon
crescent was a startling magenta.   When she saw that his breathing was back to
normal, she looked at him and said playfully: “How about we go bother your
father?” He smiled deviously and made a straight run for the bedroom door,
only halting for his mother to catch up to him.
He took her hand in his and pulled her towards their private
gardens. She had always loved it there, as her demon lord had recreated the
setting of their first intimate encounter. She loved how the weeping willows
would softly bristle in the wind, and how the sound of the small water fall
would echo. It was a place where the three of them could be a family, away
from all the paper work and the obligations of the council. What she liked most
about the gardens was that it kept her son away from the court, and the
snickering demons in it. Though stronger than most demons, her son was still a
half-demon, and son to a miko to top things of. She knew that the members of
the council were loyal to them, but the court was something else. As they
walked into their gardens, a strange weariness grew within her. Her instincts
were telling her to go back inside with her pup. She was however slightly
reassured when she saw her intended mate pulling his nose out of his book and
giving her a warm look.
She picked up their son and made her way faster to her
demon lord, and planted a kiss on his warm lips. She felt her boy wiggle in
her arms, as he was being sandwiched between his parents. She let the
struggling pup down, as she knew that he would rather be running around than
stay in her arms. She felt her demon lord wrap his arms around her waist as he
said, a mere whisper in her ear: “We will be reaching the two year mark soon...
you’ll be entering your heats once more. I have made arrangements to have Touga
looked after by my mother so we may have privacy for the upcoming days for when
I mark you officially.” Sakura couldn’t help but smile at his proposal. She
kissed him passionately, but broke it off when her maternal instincts told her
something was wrong. She turned her head around to spot her son, who was
playing with a small kiba that they had given him a few weeks ago. Both pups
loved each other and were nearly inseparable.
Sakura now felt that something was truly amok, as her strong
miko sense could feel several evil auras closing in on them. She moved closer
to her son, but as she did, he vanished right from before her eyes. Something
fast had gotten him, something that got him in the blink of an eye. She heard
Sesshoumarou let out a loud, vicious snarl. Wolfe and panther demons started
closing in on the couple, and she said: “Where is my pup...” She was
interrupted as a demon appeared inches from her. She backed to be closer to
her demon. She looked into the demon’s eyes, and felt her soul being burnt by
the darkness of the being standing in front of her. She had never encountered
such a dark spirit, and it made her entire soul scream. She wanted to turn and
flee, but fought her instincts as she needed to rescue her son.
She recognized the demon standing before her as a scorpion
demon. She had never encountered any, but knew them to be powerful and
sadistic. The man towered above her, his black eyes glowering at her. His
tousled black hair gave him a wild look. His pale alabaster skin rivalled
Sesshoumarou’s, and Sakura couldn’t help but find that he glowed in a
dangerous, fascinating way. There was something else in his eyes as he watched
her. She couldn’t quite place it, but recognized it as nothing good for her.
She held out her hand to call forth her Ochaida. He noticed her movement, and
held out her small, unconscious son. He held a claw to his jaw and spoke in a
deep, cruel tone: “Call forth your monster sword, miko, and your son loses his
life.” His tone suddenly took a lecherous tone as he said: “I only wanted to
speak with you, my little miko.” Sesshoumarou snarled violently at his comment.
He would not allow another male to claim possession of his intended mate, and
would make it known to the male standing before him.
The dark demon chuckled as he said: “Down boy, the warning
goes to you as well. It is your heir that I hold in my grip, you’d better
behave...” He looked at the little miko and continued: “I have been trying to
get to you for the past two years, and since my minions have all failed, I have
decided to come myself... I have an offer for you, little miko.” As he saw that
he had her full attention, he said: “You will not mate with the lord of the
west, and you will join me in my castle instead. If you refuse, your pup will
die, and so will the lord of the west...”
Sakura was about to argue when she felt her demon lord being
attacked. She turned around and saw that whatever was attacking him moved
faster than he could see and was tearing at his flesh mercilessly. She saw him
fall to his knees, as large gashes were now bleeding profusely, robbing him of
his strength. He held out his hand to her, as a final wound was made to his
neck, rupturing his jugular. As she rushed to him, he fell in her arms, limp.
She felt the life running out of him, as his heart beat became slower and
slower. Sakura’s mind was completely lost as she felt his warm blood covering
her. Tears were flowing steadily from her eyes as she held on to him, as
tightly as she could. She felt him breath out his last breath as his body
could no longer struggle. She hardly registered the voice that the other demon
had spoken when he said: “That damn little uncontrollable pest... Oh well, one
less problem in my way... but then, I can’t really have a disgruntled heir
coming after his father’s killer in a few years...”
As the words finally hit her, she only had the time to look
up in horror as the scorpion demon snapped her son’s neck, killing him
instantly. He unceremoniously threw the small body on top of the dead demon
lord and looked at the broken miko, a sadistic smile on his face as he spoke:
“I am going to be merciful and let you burry your dead, but know my little
miko, that by your next heats, you will be mine...”
Sakura’s mind registered what he had just said, and went
into a frenzied mode. She would never accept to have that beast touch her. As
she looked down on her beloved family, now lifeless, she called forth her
katana. She had forged it herself, from the fang of her now dead mate to be.
She would join them in the afterlife, as she would not be able to continue
without them. She heard a voice which brought her out of her stupor; her
Sesshoumarou was calling to her. She let her soul travel, following the voice,
forgetting about the demons that had her surrounded. She travelled far from the
gardens, to a place which felt safe and warm.
Sesshoumarou had woken up startled when he had felt his
little miko tensed in her sleep. He knew that she was dreaming, and that the
dream had upset her. He did not want to intrude on her privacy once again, but
he wanted to bring her some comfort. He kissed her in the crook of the neck
and rocked her, even let out his deep rumble for her, yet nothing seemed to
calm her. He started calling out to her, to wake her. That seemed to do the
trick, as she was coming back to consciousness. Her eyes flew wide as she sat
upright in bed. She seemed confused at first as she looked around the unfamiliar
room. When she saw Sesshoumarou, she jumped on his lap, holding on to him as
if her life depended on it. She was crying profusely, and the demon lord could
fell that his sleeping kimono was now getting wet from the salty tears. She was
trembling, and Sesshoumarou wrapped his tail around her to comfort her. He did
not know what had brought such a breakdown, but he knew that she would need to
calm before he would get some answers. He heard her say in ragged breaths:
“Where... where is... he?”
The demon lord frowned as he said: “Where is who, my miko?”
Sesshoumarou did not think it was possible, but her small frame tightened its
grip around his torso as she spoke: “Where... is Touga?” Sesshoumarou was quite
confused as she asked for his father by name, as he said: “Did you meet my
father in your dream, my miko?”
Sakura frowned, as she was slowly gathering her wits back.
She took another good look in the room and recognized it as the room they had
been while visiting the horse breeder. What she had just gone through was a
vivid nightmare; incredibly painful, but only a dream. A shiver went down her
spine as she hoped that she had not had a vision of the things to come. She
was slowly relaxing, as she needed to analyse the dream, and she knew that two
heads would be better the one in doing so. She took deep breaths and
concentrated on the demon lord’s heart beat, the same one she had heard slowly
fade away in her dream. She pushed the image away as she knew that it would
only bring another wave of sobbing. She needed to be clear headed to analyse
the problem at hand. She continued breathing regularly, and she felt her demon
lord licking her neck, trying to bring her reassurance. She nuzzled her face in
his hair, drinking his smell. She started feel her body calm down.
Sesshoumarou had felt the strength of her distress and was
thoroughly confused as to what exactly had happened in her dream and how his
father fit in the bigger picture. He knew that he would not get any answers if
he pushed her, so he chose to wait for her to come around. Her demeanour
changed as she calmed down, and he felt that her nuzzling changed into kisses
on his chest. She was on his lap, but changed her position to be straddling
him. Her naked body pressed into his in a pressing, desperate way. She made
her way to his mouth and attacked it violently. He could feel that her actions
were bringing her comfort, and he would not stop it. He actually found himself
quite aroused to feel her in such a dominating position. He felt her wet folds
rubbing against his hard member and growled in lust and pleasure in her mouth.
He let his hands trail her back and her round buttocks and he was rewarded with
a moan from his miko.
Sakura had suddenly felt a deep need to feel her demon lord
pressed, deep within her. She needed him, and she knew her actions lacked their
usual finesse. She did not care, as she felt that he was hard under her and
waiting for her to make her move. She knew that she was already wet, and with
one thrust of her hip, she slid his entire shaft within her. She felt him gasp
in surprise in her mouth, as she had not given nor received any foreplay, but
she did not care. She hardly let her body adjust to his size before starting
to buck her hips on his at a maddening paste. She abandoned his mouth, as she
needed to breath deeper as the jolts of pleasure were igniting her entire
body. She was engulfed by a lustful blaze as she felt her fangs grow. She
looked at his neck, which he offered readily. She felt that they were both
close to their release, and she said possessively: “Mine”
Sesshoumarou was slightly startled to hear her say so. He
chuckled internally as he saw her staring at his neck in a lustful way. He
noticed that her small human teeth had grown into full fangs. He offered his
neck submissively and said: “Yes, yours...”
Sakura thought she must have lost her mind, as she
approached her mouth to the crook of his neck. She felt that her body was
about to erupt in a full force orgasm as she said: “Join me in my climax,
my Sesshoumarou...” She felt the demon lord start bucking his hips to
match her own. Her mind was going wild as she felt their two bodies moving as
one. She felt herself reach her climax as he exploded within her. She bit
down on his neck, feeling his sweet blood trickle in her mouth. She let go of
him and started licking the small wound clean. She felt her demon shiver under
her as she did so, and she asked: “Does this bring your pleasure?” She
continued licking, and she got her answer, as she felt him stiffen up within
her. She started rocking her hips all while licking the mating mark. She felt
him growl in satisfaction, as she started moving her body up and down his
shaft. She knew that there would be repercussions to her actions, but she would
face those later.
Sesshoumarou wanted to flip her on all fours, but she was
the alpha now and she would decide which positions they would assume during
intercourse. She seemed to read his mind as she slowly withdrew from him,
letting his dripping manhood exposed to the cold air. She then positioned
herself in front of him, her tempting rump in the air. He did not wait for a
written invitation to position himself behind her and swiftly entering her wet
folds. Of all positions, it was the one he favoured, as it called to his
bestial side, as well as he knew brought the female to greater heights. He
started pumping into her, feeling her tight womanhood around him and revelled
in the sensations. She was now moaning his name loudly and knew that she would
soon reach another peak. He started rubbing her pleasure nod and felt her body
shiver under him. He started licking her back, seeing the goose bumps appear
wherever his smooth tongue had passed. He pressed his nose into her hair, and
was grateful that she was so small, as with taller demonesses, he had found it
uncomfortable to reach their mouths and kiss them in his position. He
whispered in her ear: “May your Sesshoumarou release himself at the same time
as his alpha?” She turned her head and kissed him passionately and then said:
“Of course you may, my Sesshoumarou...” Hearing her speak his name, her voice
filled with lustful passion nearly threw him over the edge, but he needed to
bring her there before him. He pumped harder and faster within her, and worked
his fingers faster around her pleasure nod. He heard her breathing become
ragged and irregular, indicating that she was closer to her release. As he
trusted harder and harder, he felt her precious nectar dripping down his sack
and thighs, and slapping back on hers. This was producing a most erogenous
sound to both partners, as they worked each other to climaxing.
Sakura could feel that he was close to reaching his limit as
he had swollen within her. He was now grunting with every thrust. She
tightened her vaginal muscles around him, and earned a deep moan from her
mate. This also increased her own pleasure, thinking how he now considered her
his alpha. She got a small kick out of the fact that he has asked her if he
could find release, and that he would not reach his own climax before she did.
She liked the new power that she now had on her demon lord. She felt him
pounding her harder and faster and felt her entire flare up as she was so close
to reaching climax that her entire pelvic was now throbbing almost painfully.
She felt him nibbling on the nape of her neck, and her mind went blank as her
orgasm violently shook her body. She felt her mate shoot his hot seed within
her, and collapse on her back, exhausted. She smiled as she felt his hair
gently tickling her sides. She rolled them to the side, dropping heavily on
their sides, completely spent. Sesshoumarou had not withdrawn himself from
her, and she did not care. She enjoyed feeling him within her, as though it
was a most precious link between them.
Sesshoumarou was thoroughly drained, in more ways than one.
He nuzzled his nose in his alpha’s hair, as her scent brought him much calmness
and peace. He waited until both their breathing returned to normal to say:
“May your Sesshoumarou ask what it is that you have dreamt of that brought you
such distress?” He felt her turn around so that she may look at him in the
eyes. He saw intense pain as she was remembering the events in her dream. He
rubbed his nose on hers, trying his best to be reassuring. She took a deep
breath and started to tell him of her dream, and how it had made her feel.
The whole time, Sesshoumarou was stroking her back and
petting her hair, occasionally kissing her when her voice would crack. He knew
that since it was determined that she would become his alpha, she would have
nightmares that would warn her of consequences of not being an adequate mate.
However, he had never heard of the dreams being so specific. The dreams were
supposed to show the end results, not the whole battle. He frowned as she
finished her tale, her voice sounding exhausted. He asked: “My Sakura, have
you ever had prescient dreams?” He saw her eyes fill with tears as she nodded
as an answer. He then asked: “And you felt that this dream was one showing you
the future?” As she nodded again, he continued: “Is this why you accelerated
the mating?” As she was still unable to answer, afraid that this would bring
another wave of tears, Sesshoumarou continued: “I agree with you, as these are
not the typical dreams that an alpha would have. I would have done the same
thing; change the variables in the dream, ensure that it would not happen...”
Sesshoumarou was interrupted by a kiss planted on his lips. His miko was
holding on to him as if her life depended on it.
Sakura was grateful that her mate was so swift, as he had
understood what had motivated her actions without having to spell it out for
him. She would have loved to wait until they had both professed their love for
one another, but she also had to stop whatever events would lead to that
dreadful dream. She suddenly felt the urge to sleep, and she simply nuzzled
her nose to her demon’s chest and fell asleep, feeling safe and protected.
She woke to find herself in a beautiful meadow, surrounded
by weeping willows, standing tall around her. She heard a familiar voice say:
“You like those trees, don’t you? Most girls prefer cherry trees when in
bloom...” Sakura turned to face the demon that was locked inside her. She
still found it hard to believe Sesshoumarou’s theory that she herself was a
demon, and that what she perceived as the demon was in fact the embodiment of
her demonic aura.
The demon spoke, once more: “He is right, you know... His
theory is in fact correct. You were supposed to be told when reaching
adulthood, but the caregivers who were raising you choose to give you false
information for some reason...” Sakura snorted at the demon’s comments and
replied in a harsh tone: “You can hardly call these people caregivers... that
would imply that they cared. Though they did care about one important thing I
did, which is fill in the shrine’s treasury...” The demon’s eyes clouded with
grief. She then said in a soft, apologetic voice: “If I had known that you had
suffered through so much, I would not have allowed these people to continue; I
would have unleashed hell’s fury on them. It has only been since we have come
to this time that I am aware of all that happens... before I was blind and
bound. The seal was meant to protect us and keep us away from the enemies of
the North who would harm us...” Sakura was about to ask the demon more
explanations, but she held out her hand and said: “Please let me continue, and
if you have any questions after what I have told you, I will answer the best I
can... Now, it all started two hundred years prior to this very time, about
seven hundred years from the time where you grew up...”
Sakura was sceptical as the demon started her narration.
The scenery suddenly changed around them, fading away and reappearing,
changed.   Sakura nearly gagged at the new scenery, as they were standing under
fully bloomed cherry trees. The trees invoked something within her, a deep
feeling of dread, mixed with the blood of innocents. The demon said: “This
tale will also explain your repulsion to the flowers you got your name from...
You will have to ask your mate what are the events that lead to the fall of the
lady and the lord of the North, as I only know what happens from this point
forward...” Sakura was truly puzzled, and about to ask, when a scene played
before her eyes, like a movie would.
It was a truly gruesome battle field, where bloody corpses
lay on the green grass. The scene seemed to have three people as its
epicentre; a heavily pregnant woman, a large man and a small boy. All three
were lying on the floor, hearts ripped out. Sakura felt her heart clench,
thinking of who could be so cruel and do such a thing. Her mind computed
faster than most, and she suddenly thought of her own dream. She pushed
the thought away, as she heard someone coming their way. She saw the distinguishable
colors and look of a monk’s cloak and sighed internally as she though ‘Great,
the two things I loathe the most, monks and sakura blossoms... fantastic...’ The
demon seemed to react to her mental cringe and commented: “Don’t worry, this
one is the one who saved our life...”
Sakura was now curious, as she followed the monk’s
movements. He was still on the path leading away from the massacre as he
suddenly snapped out of his meditative state. He moved with surprising speed
towards the dead family. He knelt and pressed his hand on the bulging stomach
of the woman and seemed to concentrate on its content. Sakura had seen it on
occasions, where the soul and will of the unborn child had been especially
strong, and some foetuses would survive their mothers for some time before
dying themselves. Fast medical help was needed. She ran to the kneeling monk
out of instinct, and let her aura flare around the monk and into the belly of
the dead woman. She felt the small presence and her heart clenched. She knew
that this was just a vision, and there was nothing that she could do to save
the small being. The monk turned around and said: “I can feel you, reaching
beyond time... you are a miko, and there is a demon with you... you feel as
though you can do something to help the child within. Please lead my movements,
as I do not know what to do...”
Sakura was shocked at what he said. Following her
instincts, she placed her right hand on the monk’s right hand, and guided him
to a small dagger lying on the floor. It looked sharp enough and holding it
like a surgical knife, she guided him to cutting the clothes covering the large
stomach. Her medical background cringed, as she would normally remove all
clothes to prevent risks of infections, but she also though about the people
lying in front of her, and out of respect and modesty cut away only what was
needed. She performed a large slit, not having to worry about being careful of
the mother’s well being, and did what was best for the child. Instead of
squeezing it though a narrow slit through the uterus, she simply gouged out the
entire organ and laid it on the grass. Once the mass of tissue on the green
vegetation, she skilfully slid the dagger between the child and the tissue,
freeing the small girl from its grip. She then cut the umbilical cord and gave
her a small slap on the buttocks to force her to take her first breath. The
child let out a loud yell, and Sakura knew that she was saved. She beamed a
proud smile back at the demon, who was simply smirking.
The monk was speechless. He had felt his limbs move of his
own, as he had saved the small child. He wrapped the infant in one of his
spare cloaks and had rocked her gently. He looked into the turquoise eyes that
were staring back and said: “Such a mysterious creature that you are little
one... Your karma was to live, no matter what. Now, what shall we name
you...?” Sakura cursed under her breath before saying: “Anything but Sakura
would be a great thing...” The priest shot a look back and murmured: “Sakura...”
Before looking up to the blooms and saying: “Well, a most befitting name,
little Sakura, though your stunning eyes might have begged for more exotic
name, you shall truly be a flower who will bloom despite adversity...”
Sakura’s jaw dropped as she finally noticed the infant in
the man’s arms, and the glowing turquoise eyes that were staring back at the
man, inquisitively. She knew that she had not only witnessed, but also played a
key part in her own birth. She fell to her knees as she saw the man perform
the ceremonial blessings to welcome her to life and honour her parents. She
felt hot tears running down her face as she looked at the family that she
should have had; a beautiful mother, a strong father, and an intrepid older
brother.
She felt a terrible sense of lost, when soothing words came
to her: “You might feel that you have lost so much, yet you live. Mark my
words, little Sakura, as your future is quite clear to me; you will live, and
through adversity, you will find your soul mate. He will give you the family
which was robbed from you, as well as the happiness that you deserve. You will
live to see the ones responsible for this tragedy pay, as the lord and lady of
the North were good, generous people, and karma always punishes those who harm
innocents out of greed. Not only will what is rightfully yours returned, you
will gain more then what you have lost, as you are the flower that will bloom
in adversity... You will bring warmth to the coldest winter’s night, renew the
innocence of a disastrously dry or flooded spring, bring birth to an infertile
summer and bountifulness to a cruel fall. You will first be the miko of the
four seasons then the lady of the west, and grow into the lord of the four
countries. You will become mighty and powerful, and none will oppose you. Such
is your karma. Some may cower in fear at the thought of such heavy burden, yet
you will face it and lift this burden as a feather on your shoulder, as easily
as you yield your monster Ochaida. You will be as the four winds, and all shall
bow in your way. All but your mate, who shall stand tall by your side.”
He placed the infant on the floor and chanted a spell, which
made the ground light in an eerie blue light, the familiar hew which had sent
Sakura back in time to the past. The monk said: “May you be safe, little
one...”
Sakura was flabbergasted, as she saw the setting fade back the
willow surrounded meadow. The demon walked next to her and sat down to be at
the same level she was. She waited until Sakura recovered from her shock, and
said: “The seal was meant as a way to keep us safe from whoever attacked our
family. It was also meant to return us when it would be safe for us to do so,
or when you would be strong enough to deal with the being responsible for all
this. My guess is that you have become strong enough, since there are still
demons after us. Also, the seal has placed us on the path of a powerful ally.
Sesshoumarou’s strength will be necessary to protect us, as well as regain our
title back. We still have men who are loyal to us, two of which have already
come to you.” Sakura was about to inquire when the demon said: “The little hawk
who attacked our mate, he is the best strategist this country has ever seen.
He’s been like a father to ours, and he probably took offense of what was
happening the other night...”
Sakura’s face flared to a brilliant tomato blush. She was
mortified, thinking about the first impressions she had made on someone that
was so close to her family. The demon continued: “Don’t worry, he has raised
five girls and three boys, he knows how to deal with over excited pups. The
large stallion who is so aggressive towards all is your first general.   He
will ferociously defend you, as he now sees you as his leader. I have to give
you my praise, as I truly did not know how you would get him to calm down. The
third will come in the form of a small kiba dog. He is your head of council,
and head of all diplomatic envoys. He will be of great advice, when the two
countries will merge...” Sakura’s head was spinning from the information
overload. She asked: “But I don’t feel any demonic aura from them... Unless I
discover a hidden talent to converse with animals, how can they be my
advisors?”
The demon gave her a sharp nod and said: “Their auras are
bound, in a seal similar to ours. They will be until Sesshoumarou mates us.
Only then will our full aura be released. Doing so now would expose us too soon
to our enemy, as we are not ready to face him. I will have to force the seal to
release some of your demonic strength to protect you. It is only for this
reason, if not I would have kept you completely sealed until the mating is
complete.” Sakura frowned and said: “Then why are you doing it?” The demon smiled
and said: “To protect you... Both Sesshoumarou and ourselves have poisonous
claws. Our pups will most likely have quite a toxic brew of poison. Your miko
abilities should purify it, but we do not wish to take the chance...” Sakura
had assimilated her statement and said: “Do you plan on me getting pregnant
soon? The reason I ask is that if there is a chance that the pregnancy could be
dangerous, I could just explain it to Sesshoumarou and he’ll make a knot in it
until we are mated officially... Besides, didn’t he say that the demon heats
happen every other year? It will be frustrating to be around each other and not
doing anything, but we’re both adults, we can control our raging hormones...”
The demon chuckled at the statement and answered: “If it was
that simple, we would have agreed, but it’s not. We needed to rut on our
heats, if not we would have died. The bleeding our human body has been
experiencing was only to keep face, so that none would suspect that we were not
human. Our heats were blocked by the seal until coming back to this time. Our
guess is that our body reacted to our soul mate and needed to ensure an
everlasting bond. Since Sesshoumarou has such a strong control of his bestial
side, it inverted the roles, and made us the alpha. It’s the same as when some
species of frogs or fish change gender; it is to preserve the species’
permanence... It was in the nature of things that we should be mated so full
demon heats were forced upon our body. Also, since your mind was fighting the
mating, and Sesshoumarou was fighting it only half heartedly, and only to
respect his promise, our instincts took over and did what we longed to do.”
She paused and said: “We have been successfully pupped, and
our mate will be happy... slow merging is the only way to survive, as we will
be baring full blooded pups. We are both quite powerful, and we will be
producing quite powerful heirs. We need to slowly poor demonic strength into
your body, as demon pregnancies are quite trying on the body. We will also have
to follow a strict diet to ensure that our body is not drained and is ready for
birthing, as it might be difficult a difficult birth...” Sakura had held back
her questions for as long as she could when she said: “Well, if I am human
right now, how can we have full blooded pups... shouldn’t we be having
half-demons, similar to his brother? Wouldn’t that be easier on my body? Also,
why would the birth be harder for a demon birthing than a human birth?”
The demon looked into her eyes and said: “For your first
question, you are a wolf in a sheep’s clothing... though the seal has made you
look and feel human, you are still a demon, down to the core. Your molecular
structure is demonic, and no seal will ever change that. If you had been to
remain in your quiet little life in the twenty first century, had you ever
taken a human mate and produced a child, on a purely hypothetic basis, that
child would have been a half demon, as your half cannot be changed.” The demon
halted as she saw the miko chuckle.
She gave her an inquisitive look, and the miko answered: “I
can only imagine the technicians and nurses performing the first ultrasounds
and seeing that the child has cute puppy ears firmly mounted on its head...”
though the comment seemed wasted on the demon, Sakura couldn’t help but laugh.
It helped her release some of the tensions that the recent revelations had
brought. She rode the laughter for all it could offer, and wiping off a tear of
joy, she said: “That is a fair answer, but what of the second question?”
The demon’s stance changed slightly as she said: “The gift
of prescience comes from our demonic abilities... Very few demons have been
able to view the future, and it is one of the most prestigious gifts that one
may possess. When I knew us pupped, I looked into the near future, and saw
that we would need to reinforce the barrier protecting the pups and keeping
them within our womb, as our waters might be broken forcefully at the halfway
mark of our pregnancy...” Sakura suddenly felt anxious, as she mentally made a
list of all the things that would cause miscarriage past the twentieth week.
She knew that these were violent times. She spoke in a quiet voice: “If
Sesshoumarou marks me as his mate before the halfway point in our pregnancy,
are the risks lessened?” She saw the demon stiffen as her eyes went blank.
For reasons unbeknownst to her, Sakura knew that her demon
was looking at the possibility which she had just suggested. Light came back
to the turquoise eyes and she said: “I don’t foresee it being any different...
though there might be a small chance that it would help.” Sakura’s eyes
narrowed as she spoke in a cold, calculating voice: “And pray tell how it would
potentially help.” Her demon seemed to squirm before her and finally said: “It
will not stop the events that will require the barrier be put in place, but the
mating will make it less painful on us, and less traumatic on the pups, as our
mate will be able to bring us comfort and calm the pups during birth...” Sakura
interrupted the demon and said: “Well, your predictions might be off slightly
on that one... since our mate has made it quite clear that he does not wish to
be present during the labour...” As she paused, she felt her heart clench at
the thought of going through the pains of birth without her mate.
Sakura felt her demon’s aura flare up as she spoke in a
deep, husky voice: “Mate will be there... we will have him stay... He
will not cower away... He will be present during the birthing of our pups...”
Sakura felt a certain reassurance from the words that her demon said, as she
knew that she was still the dominant partner in the couple, and that if she
told him to stay with her, he would. Though she could order him, Sakura knew
that down within, she wanted him to volunteer. She pushed the thought away as
she asked: “You have been speaking of pups, and not of a pup... is that as
simple grammatical error, or are you hinting on the fact that I might be
pregnant with more than one child?”
To her question, she would get no answer tonight... as she
felt her body being pulled to a deeper state of slumber, as both she and her
demon were thoroughly exhausted.

A/N: That’s it for now folks, hope you’ve enjoyed!
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