One Wish | By : Earthnfarie Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 8219 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“You can’t just tell me no and expect me to obey your word like it’s law!” Kagome glared at the one before her.
“I can, and you will.” He had that cold bored tone again.
“Damn it, Sesshomaru! Don’t you take that tone with me! I am the god-damned Shikon Miko, and so help me I will purify your ass to hell!” He simply quirked a brow at her, and she yelled, “Ahhhhh!” She turned and stormed off.
She didn’t want him to see her cry. She was determined to never be weak in his eyes. After two hundred years together, with three miscarriages spanning them, she refused to be nothing less than the powerful priestess he had mated. She hated how weak she felt at times. He deserved better, but at least all the lords had approved of her.
“Kagome…”
She quickly wiped the tears from her face, and set her face to a stern expression. “Yes?”
He sat not far from her, and touched her hair. He hated them like this. He hated how she wouldn’t let herself be what she thought he didn’t want. He rose, and knew in the end this was the right decision. “You may go.”
Kagome didn’t turn to face him. She knew if she did she would probably lose her composure. “Are you sure?”
“If it is what you think is best, my love, you may go.” He paused and let out a sigh. “I didn’t mate a powerful priestess, or a weak human. I didn’t mate for my blood line, an heir, or for the lord’s demands. I mated the one I love for my heart, and she could never be anything less than the one I love.” He looked at Kagome as she slowly turned to face him. He could see where her tears had fallen down her cheeks, and his heart clenched at the thought of his mate in any discomfort. “Please remember that Kagome.”
Her name on his lips always sent shivers down her spine, and more so this time than ever before. He was baring his soul and heart to her, and felt herself warmed for it. Kagome hated that she couldn’t say the same. She hadn’t loved Sesshomaru when he had mated her, but she had wanted to love someone. Now she loved him, but she knew deep in her heart it wasn’t the same as how he loved her, but it was still love never the less. She wouldn’t forsake that. Sesshomaru was her home, the one she would always return to.
Kagome rose, and went to her love. “Thank you Sesshomaru; I shall remember that on my journey and forever afterwards.” She paused, and whispered just loud enough for him to hear, “Thank you and goodbye.”
He nodded, and went back to his work. It was hard to let his pregnant mate leave, but it was worse knowing what her previous pregnancies were like. Sesshomaru delved into his work determined not to think on it.
**Kagome went to the one place she knew she might find answers for her inability to carry a child for her husband. As she stood looking over the valley that was still untouched and heavily forested, she let her memories wash over her. She had walked into this place a naive child to be betrayed, and have a soul that wasn’t hers after all torn forcefully from her body. Now she had returned for answers. With a heavy heart and a sigh, Kagome descended into the valley.**Kagome fought the urge to run as night descended. She stayed awake by her fire until the whispering chants began, and then she rose. She entered the temple to face the dark seething mass within. She watched it as parted for her making a path to the altar that she had once lain on as her friends walked away from her. With her head held high Kagome went to the altar that still had her blood adorning it even after all these years.She looked down at the unforgiving stone, and didn’t even start as the candles flared to life once more. Then, before her eyes, her blood became fresh and flowing again. She reached out and touched it, letting it coat her fingers. She rubbed it feeling the warmth. Her blood, always her blood.
“Why?” She asked the space around her that was anything but empty.
Suddenly the seething black mass began to swirl, spilt, and condensed. Kagome was frozen in place as figures formed behind the altar facing her. They were still not solid, but they had form now. They wore long purple robes with hoods that hung over their faces shrouding them. Kagome could tell they were young, but not children. She noted their prayer beads that they wore, but knew that these were not the holy kind of priests.
Then before her, on the altar, another figure solidified- a girl, young, and scared. Kagome felt her horror rise as she realized that the girl was pregnant, and in labor. Kagome watched as the girl tried to deliver her child into the world as the men only watched and chanted. Finally the child slid from her body onto the cold unforgiving stone altar. It was a hanyou. Then the woman whispering only a name passed from the world. Her soul separated from her body to be caught by one of the men whom chanted louder and faster.
Kagome watched, unable to look away, as the soul contorted trying to get away. It was useless against the chanting priest that held it with sutras and prayer beads. It pulsed with pure holy power trying to break the bonds, but was unable. Its spiritual powers weren’t enough to free it from these dark men.
Then the wailing child climbed onto its dead mother. It suckled at her breast. One priest picked it up by a leg to hang upside down wailing once more. The other two began chanting with him, and their voices swelled together over the man holding the soul captive. Dark energy swelled forth that still had a holy pink tinge to it. The child shrieked, and the soul seemed to answer. Then the child was calm, but sadness radiated from the captured soul. The child was human.
A woman came forward, from the darkness, taking the child, and beginning to care for it. She disappeared from the unholy temple leaving the men with the soul. They looked at it, and began to chant. The soul struggled, but was fruitless. Then the other men threw their prayer beads on it, and the soul shrieked. They ignored it, and pulled the soul to a wall that looked to house tombs. A man separated, unsealing a casket sized hole, and then began chanting as he opened the door. Inside were other souls, crowded so close together Kagome couldn’t count them. The other men shoved the soul inside with them, and slammed the door shut. It was resealed, and then the men dissolved into one black mass again.
The soft chanting resumed, and a whisper came from the dark. “Condemned by their own actions, the women’s souls shall remain here in our purgatory for eternity, never to see the guardians of paradise for the foul acts they committed in their lives.”
That was when Kagome remembered the miko robes that had been left here. There had been several sets, but she took only one. She remembered the others had had blood on them, or were ripped and torn. The men here had committed such atrocities against mikos! There were other clothes too, and Kagome knew these men obeyed no law or higher power, but one of their own making, as they ripped the souls from women, and made their hanyou children human.
Now it was seared into her mind why Kikyou had brought her here, and bled her as she did. Kagome knew the undeniable truth of why the miko had known what to do. Her miko energy had resembled that of the men, and Kagome wondered how many women Kikyou had committed the same acts against. She had betrayed everything mikos stood for, and then she turned her back even on that.
Kagome leaned against the altar as she tried to breathe. Kagome was now unable to carry a child to full term for her mate because she had been forced into this place, and been cursed because she had loved like the souls trapped here did. She loved without care for their species. She loved humans, hanyous, and demons alike. She loved for their hearts, and who they were, not because they had the right blood.
Kagome wept for her mate, for the women, and the children, and the lives that were destroyed here in this horrid place. She wept for herself.
**Kagome returned to the castle and her mate in a daze. She spoke to no one, and wept often. After a month of this behavior Sesshomaru confronted her.“Kagome what happened?” He demanded softly. He nearly cringed as she turned her lifeless eyes on him.
“I found out why.”
Sesshomaru waited for her to explain, but when it became apparent she wouldn’t he pressed her. “Why what?”
Kagome began to cry. The tears rolled down her cheeks, but she was silent. “I will be unable to bear you a child Sesshomaru, because you are demon, and I am human.”
“But Inuyasha’s mother-”
“Was never taken and laid on an altar where women bore their hanyou children to die themselves, and have their souls trapped while their children were made human and given away. She wasn’t cursed when a soul was torn from her body on that altar- the altar that is still coated with blood from that act.” Kagome paused, and took a deep breath. “My blood and soul is bound to that place, and because of what happened there, I cannot bare you a child to full term.” She whispered then, “It still tastes my blood, and it remembers.”
Sesshomaru stood silently, and left the room.
**Sesshomaru desperately searched for anyway to help his mate, and save her from the depression that consumed her, but there was nothing. He could find nothing to help her. She had tried to free the souls, but was unable. She had tried to clean her blood, but it was set into the stone, and would not be removed. There was nothing he could do, and it was slowly tearing him apart.He had to watcher her in agony of knowing she wasn’t a suitable mate for the Lord of the west. He tried to comfort her, and tell her it was ok, but it never worked. In the end she left at night without his knowledge, and fled from who she was. She fled from him, and her past. She fled, and prayed that death would find her and release her love to find someone better for him.
**Sesshomaru had waited for his lost mate…And waited…
And waited…
More than two hundred years he waited.
**Sesshomaru watched as the one he loved came and went from the well. He hadn’t seen her in so long, and now this was the only way he could- by watching her younger self. He longed to touch her. He longed to hold her. His heart belonged to her for eternity, and she was absent. He missed her deeply, but she still hadn’t come home.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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