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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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Sorry so short, had like a 13 hour day at work today :) ~

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The blackness was thick and overwhelming. Even sound was muffled in the endless stretch of it. Lilian clung to the silk clad back before her, fearful of losing her protectors in this darkness. Youko released a pulse of power, calling on the nightblooms to shed their soft light. One by one, the soft blue flowers and illuminated the earthen corridor with light. The fox was silent as he moved through the maze pf passages and intersecting hallways. From what Lilian could tell, this place was quite large, and she was certain that should she wander off, she’d never find her way back to them. She was certain if such a thing happened, they’d find her bones tangled in vines several days later. As he passed, the plants parted, turning leaves and blossoms upwards as though seeking his affection. “Nearly there. Keep right” he called back to them. The passage forked in three directions, keeping right, Lilian could only wonder what lay down the others. A line from one of her favorite movies came to mind, ‘and the others one leads to…dun dun dun dun….certain death …..ooooooooooh’. Behind her Sesshoumaru shifted, “Likely”. His voice moved through the passage like a wave of velvet richness. Warming her against the unnatural cold that had seeped into her very bones. She lifted violet eyes to the back of Youko’s head, watching his silver hair shift and move against his shoulders, wondering when they would reach wherever they were going. All too soon, the earthen corridor opened to a larger area. Here the walls were smoothed with time, ancient roots dappling the surface of them. Lilian blinked taking in the warm hues of elegan tapestries and lovely paintings. This might be a den in the technical sense of the word, but he had outfitted in a kingly manner. He stepped aside and allowed Lilian to enter the den proper. “Wow” she whispered, “This place is incredible”. Youko grunted at her praise, it was good that she found her current domicile acceptable, of course, he’d rarely brought others here, but still, had never received any complaints. He gestured down another hall, “These areas are safe for you” he told her, “Nothing shall harm you here. Do not venture alone past these areas. The plants are not conditioned to welcome the curious”. She nodded her understanding, “The spring is just down this hall, chambers to the side. There is only one that you should need. The master chamber”. She looked at him, “Youko, I appreciate it, but I don’t expect you to give up your bed for me” she told him. He laughed, a warm deep sound. “I can assure, I intend to do no such thing”. Lilian fell silent, “Beg pardon?” she asked. Sesshoumaru had moved to the cabinet in the corner, “For the duration of our stay in Makai” he told her, “You will remain with us at all times”. Lilian squeaked, “All times? ALL?”. Youko shrugged, “Any periods longer than one hour, yes”. Sesshoumaru decided to spell it out for her, “You will sleep between us Mekharat. We are your guardians. Anything or anyone that managed to breach this hideout would be forced to get through us”. She shook her head, “I am not sleeping you guys!” she blustered. Youko moved closer, dropping an arm around her shoulders, “But you did last night. Come on then, you must be hungry” he replied smoothly. “But, but….” She protested. The two demons would hear none of it, leading her along to a door down the hall. “Go on then, take your bath and by the time you are finished, we’ll have a meal started” Youko told her. She was numb, what the hell was going on here? “There are spare robes in the cabinet within” he added. “Damn bossy men” she muttered, as she leaned against the wide ledge surrounding the steaming spring. “Who do they think they are?” The heat prickled against her cheeks, making her dark hair curl tightly around her face. “High handed, chauvinistic…..”. But as much as she wanted to stay angry, she found she couldn’t. After all they didn’t have to protect her. They were risking their lives too right? She grudgingly admitted that her stoic and often confusing guardians weren’t all that bad. Not really. Besides the obvious bonding between them, she felt closer to them on other levels as well. Images of a rain soaked Sesshoumaru flashed in her mind. She had been left with the unmistakable feeling that he had held her, offered her comfort in some way. But he wouldn’t do that…would he? She looked down, realizing that she was pruning and though she was loathe to leave the comfort of the bath, she was hungry and she had to clear up this sleeping situation. They had slept together? When was that? But in her heart she understood the reasoning, and if they were that concerned about her safety, that didn’t bode well for her. She trusted them to do all they could to keep her safe…but would it be enough? “She is doubting our abilities” Sesshoumaru commented dryly. Youko looked up from the bubbling pot of stew. The fox looked unfazed, “She is still very new to the life of a Mekharat” he pointed out. Sesshoumaru sipped his tea slowly, “Yes and it’s only a matter of time before she must use those powers. When she awakens…it could go in many directions”. Youko had considered that. The Mekharat, the wrath of the soul. Would she be filled with the hatred of the first, would she bear that curse as well. Would she turn on them simply because they were youkai? He didn’t want to believe so, however, she was not the first Mekharat he’d guarded. He didn’t like to think of some. “I’ll not allow her be destroyed” Sesshoumaru said in a flat tone, “Nor will she be allowed to destroy unfettered”. His golden eyes were shadowed under his silver bangs, but his shoulders were tinged with the slightest tension. Youko knew perfectly well why. He had no desire to see another Mekharat fall to the dog lord’s blade. Lilian dried herself thoroughly and shrugged into the soft robe of delfin blue. It was warm and sweetly scented against her skin. True to his word, she had found everything she would need here. Running a silver comb through her hair, she pondered the odd events that had become her life. “If I’d never gone to that ball, I wouldn’t be here now” she mused. “Not true” came a feminine voice behind her. She spun, dropping the heavy comb in her fright to face a woman bathed in a soft glow of gold. Her golden hair was caught up in a coronet of braids and her leaf green eyes sparkled with warmth. Lilian pressed herself against the wall, inching to the door. “Do not fear Mekharat. I mean you no harm. The dead cannot truly harm the living” the woman called out softly. Lilian froze, feeling like a bucket of frozen water had been poured down her spine. “Dead? Who are you?” she demanded. The blonde smiled sadly, “I am the one who came before you”. Lilian was quite subdued when she returned from the bath. She slid into a seat beside Sesshoumaru without saying a word. Youko eyed her quietly, noting the tense and sad look on her face. “Lilian?” he asked. She shook her head as though clearing unhappy thoughts, “Hmm?”. Sesshoumaru accepted a bowl of stew and placed it before her, then took his own. “Smells good” she complimented the fox, “I am certain his lordship didn’t help?”. Her teasing seemed strained. Sesshoumaru grunted, “It is this Sesshoumaru that hunted for you this night, ungrateful woman”. Youko arched a silver brow in an expression that clearly said, ‘Big deal’. Lilian chuckled softly and began to eat slowly. Her appetite was not what it should have been Sesshoumaru noticed, and she seemed deep in thought. He’d seen the look before, all too often. She pushed back from the table, “Youko?” she asked,, “Is there somewhere quiet that I can go and just sit?”. He nodded, “The library” he replied, “Down the left hall, fourth doorway”. She nodded, whispered her thanks for the meal and stood. Lilian pushed open the library door, taking in the comforting scent of leather bound books and inks. Funny how libraries no matter where they were, always smelled the same. Felt the same. That comforting hush that fell over you, as if all the books were wrapping invisible arms around you because you had not forsaken them. She moved to sit in a large chair, sinking into well worn but still nearly perfect cushioning. She tried to think clearly, sort through all that had been told to her. It was a daunting task. The previous Mekharat had been brutally slaughtered by a demon, her own chosen love. All because her powers incited his to a frenzy. Despite that, she did not blame him. Still held love for youkai. “They aren’t human” she had said, “And to force them into the molds of humanity is a shame. They are noble, proud creatures, mostly good, if even they are misunderstood. The rage of the Mekharat does not wish to face that truth. It is the heart and soul of the wielder that must choose. Another will come to you, the first. Her heart is turned, her world was destroyed by the actions of one and yet she believed that all must suffer for it. You must be strong new Mekharat. You must withstand, not only for the sake of your world, but theirs as well”. Lilian pressed her hands to her forehead, as though the pressure of the action could erase or ease the frantic thoughts running rampant there. She wanted to weep for the sad fates of the ones before her, wanted to weep for herself for being thrust into such a savage story. How many had died? How many had suffered? And why the hell did she have to be the one who decided that? The thought sickened her, always had. What made someone more worthy of life than someone else? Her memories of foreign shores rushed in to beat against the barricades of her heart. She’d tried to be the good one, the defender of the weak. She’d always thought she was so strong, even when she had been breaking to pieces. She had to be the strong one, the one that stood fast in the storm. For everyone else. She barely heard the soft rustles of Sesshoumaru’s silks as he came to stand before her. “Why is that Mekharat?” he asked, obviously having delved into her thoughts once again. She lifted misty eyes to him, as he sank to kneel near her seat, searching the molten depths for some spark, some warmth, but what she found was better. She found strength, timeless, ageless strength. The stability of a mountain. Without warning or word, she threw herself against his chest, burying her face against the hollow of his throat. His arms came around her to steady her as image upon image flashed through her head at a dizzying rate. She trembled against him and he held her, giving the one thing she’d long for so very long. A safe harbor in the face of a raging storm.
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