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This Sesshoumaru Burns	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 42736 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter 14: Smitten…
Kagome was shocked by the alarming number of feverish males they’ve encountered trekking through the forest on foot. They haven’t found the group in question, but they certainly dismissed the possibility of finding the northern lord’s daughter in piece. All the males were practically hairs short of their sanity; if they weren’t already there tap dancing on the pinnacle of lunacy. One even mistook Aimaru for a female. Of course Aimaru declined his interest with a swift kick in the head knocking the poor thing out cold. Sesshoumaru on the other hand, walked on like he was strolling through a Zen garden.
Kagome slid a sly glance to the demon lord stalking silently beside her. Well he certainly looks fine. She mused as she appraised his regal profile. While his eyes were still red as rubies, his countenance was an air of calm, almost tranquil.
He regarded his surroundings as he usually does; with his usual indifference, his usual disdain, and his usual arrogance. Even his overly gorgeous face appeared as it usually does; bored. In fact, he appeared completely normal. But… On cue, the demon lord reached over to run his fingers idly through her hair without breaking stride. His slender fingers dug deeply into her locks to strain his fingers gently through her wavy strands.
There. That was what gave it away. The only thing that betrayed his normalcy was his constant need to touch her. No matter how small or casual, he kept close to her side establishing whatever contact he could between them. And what irked her was that he did it so…blasé; so nonchalant that you could almost overlook his actions as something normal when it wasn’t.
Kagome slanted a look to Aimaru strolling behind them clearly amused with their little exchanges. To that moment she still couldn’t understand why Sesshoumaru thought to include him in the search party…or her for that matter. Well she had an idea, but it was highly unlikely that he would have found time to do that sort of thing.
“Something’s the matter, love?” Aimaru asked curiously with his ever present grin on his face. What was it with him and all that friggin’ grinning? He reminded her of a Cheshire cat. At any moment she expected him to disappear, leaving nothing but that grin.
Before she could speak, Sesshoumaru cut her off. “You will refrain from addressing the miko with such a suggestive endearment.” His hand locked possessively around the back of her neck drawing her eyes up to his face. The skin of his palm practically seared her skin. It was obvious to Kagome that he was still feverish. But how much, she wondered.
“Oho, awfully possessive over a simple healer aren’t we cousin?” Aimaru taunted earning him an irritable glare from Kagome. He met her eyes with another blinding smile.
“Hnn.”
Not that she wasn’t grateful or anything, but she expected the demon lord to declare that she was his future mate or some such nonsense. But he didn’t, which is good. So she should be grateful, not disappointed …yep, most definitely not disappointed. Go away disappointment! Go away, damn you!!
Waving a dismissive hand, Aimaru tutted. “You needn’t worry yourself so. I bestow my endearments upon whoever I deem lovely enough. Though I must say that our lady Kagome is, by far, the loveliest I have ever seen. Precious fits her, no?”
Sesshoumaru slanted a glance at his cousin. “Our?”
Blinking much too innocently, Aimaru cocked his head as he looked between the blushing miko and the glaring demon lord, “I’m sorry, was she spoken for by any chance?”
Kagome panicked when the demon lord opened his mouth to, most likely, finally lay claim on her. And was that satisfaction she felt in her heart? God she hoped not.
She quickly nudged his side as inconspicuously as possible. “It’s getting late. Aren’t we any closer to finding the Northern Lord’s daughter?” she asked while silently asking for a swift change in subject with a warning waggle of her brows up at the glaring demon lord.
He surprisingly, took the hint and dismissed his original response. “Hnn.”
“They can’t be too far. I can practically taste Lady Wolf’s proximity.” Aimaru commented in distaste.
At that moment, Sesshoumaru paused then reached over to gently push Kagome to the back of him.
She started to argue when she spotted young males, fair skinned with white silks much like Sesshoumaru’s, breaking the tree line ahead of them. There were four of them. All of them were weaponless but clearly on the offensive if flexing their claws were any indication. She looked around. The northern lord’s daughter wasn’t with them. So… why were they attacking? “This isn’t the group we are looking for.”
Aimaru drew up close behind her, “It is.”
“But…they are not under the mating fever. We’re looking for a ravenous group of demons, not healthy hostile ones. ”
Sesshoumaru shook his head keeping his eyes on the males in front of him. “It’s most likely that these males belong to the pack housing the Northern Lord’s daughter and have come to defend whoever has taken her. Given to his absence, it’s safe to say it’s their alpha who has taken the female.”
Understanding dawned on Kagome as she watched the males draw closer to them. “But we’re not here to fight them…are we?” she sidled closer behind Sesshoumaru.
Sesshoumaru stepped forward away from her. “That would depend on their level of foolishness.” He addressed the males in front of him calmly. “Submit to your Higher Alpha.” When the males stood their ground with challenge clear in their eyes, Kagome winced when he buffeted the area with his immense aura. His knuckles cracked before he fell into a crouch. “So be it.”
Kagome watched Sesshoumaru launch towards advancing males while Aimaru immediately took his place in front of her.
She looked up at him in shock, thoroughly impressed with his initiative. Frankly she expected Aimaru to cower behind her to keep blood from spattering on his clothes. “So you’re useful after all,” she commented flatly as she watched Sesshoumaru easily combat the males. “…which is more than I could say for myself, sadly.” She flinched at the loud crack of bones snapping from the impact of one of Sesshoumaru’s kicks.
“I disagree. Here we have the brutish muscle…” Aimaru pointed to Sesshoumaru. “The charming mediator…” he then pointed to himself. “…and the lovely healer.” He threw a seductive wink over his shoulder at Kagome, and she rolled her eyes. “We make a harmonious entourage, no?”
Kagome watched Sesshoumaru spin gracefully and landed a kick to another male’s back while catching an advancing male in the throat with his fist simultaneously. She winced at the sight of the male going down wheezing from crushed windpipes. She hoped that didn’t kill him. “Hardly. I’m not that much of a healer. Anybody can give Sesshoumaru an ice bath and make sure he drinks plenty of water.”
“Is that all that you do?” The demon in front of her spared her a mocking grin over his shoulder then feigned a pout, “A pity. And here I was expecting something a little more …interesting.”
“Oh hush you.”Kagome huffed up at him, annoyed when he chuckled.
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Pinning the male to the ground beneath him with a foot to his back, Sesshoumaru slowly raised the male’s arm at a painful angle. He made sure the bones snapped bit by painful bit as he progressively applied pressure as he pulled the limb higher. “Submit.”
The lesser clan male beneath him went lax and turned his face away while panting heavily under the pain. “I give Lord Sesshoumaru. I beg you to forgive my treachery.” Sesshoumaru hummed thoughtfully as he considered his clansman’s plea while pulling the male’s arm shy of dislocating it, “I only acted as a pack mate should for his Lesser Alpha. Forgive me please.”
Well, at least he knew where his loyalties were in the end. That much made Sesshoumaru partial to sparing his life; barely partial. He kept the pressure tight as he demanded calmly. “Where is your foolish Alpha, boy?”
The younger male was silent for a moment too long and Sesshoumaru promptly snapped his arm loose of its place and allowed the limb to fall uselessly. He had the other arm in another bone breaking hold when the male finally sobbed. “Please understand milord I mean no deceit, I only wish to protect my alpha. I ask you to forgive his hasty actions please. He is not himself and is under the mating fever.” That was all fine and well but that did not answer his question. The boy should have chosen his words more wisely.
Sesshoumaru was moments from relieving the boy use of his remaining limb when the miko placed a shaky hand on his arm staying his hand. He gave her a questioning look. “Please Lord Sesshoumaru. He simply wants assurance that his alpha’s life will be spared. I’m sure he’ll cooperate after he has your word. Right?” she asked the male beneath him who nodded eagerly in agreement.
He looked at her for long moments contemplating her interference. Clearly she was concerned for the male under his foot which annoyed him to no end, but it was that compassion and understanding that brought her willingly to his side, and kept her at his side. So he will not fault her for her generosity. He found it to be a tolerable if not unnecessary trait.
He loosened his hold as he allowed her words to influence his judgment. He saw no overly problematical tribulations in conceding to this small favor and granting the miko her small menial favors will surely aid in increasing her receptiveness of him. Making concessions, he found, were one of the many things females found favorable in potential mates. And he was never one to dismiss a chance to increase his charisma. The male was lucky he had a female to court and an example to make of him.
Finally, Sesshoumaru released the male’s arm and stood back. “Hnn.”
“Thank you Milord.” She said evenly then crouched next to the male that struggled to sit up. “Do you need me to set that in a sling for you?”
Sesshoumaru took it back. He found her generosity annoying. “Out of the question.” He forbade quickly. When the girl looked up at him in annoyance, he told her, “That’s as far as I will concede miko.”
Huffing, his little miko wasted an apologetic smile on the lesser male and he fought a possessive growl. Annoying. So very annoying. “You have our word that no harm will come to your alpha. We wish to only return the Northern Lord’s daughter home so her father can be at ease. Please take us to him.”
The male had the audacity to doubt his miko’s oath and looked warily between him and Aimaru before nodding. “Follow me milord.” He struggled to his feet.
Before Kagome could reached to assist the wounded male, Sesshoumaru promptly reached over and pulled her up and over to his side. He pointedly ignored her small struggle and kept solid possession of her wrist as followed the limping male deeper into the forest. When she dug her feet in, he gave her wrist a warning squeeze and hauled her along. A sidelong glance in her direction warned her that if she wanted to make a scene, he was just as privy to meet her toe to toe. He still had a declaration to make that she was hell bent on delaying.
She narrowed her lovely blue eyes, reading his message clearly, and then fell into step beside him. “Bully.” He heard her mutter under her breath.
Smirking, he caressed her knuckles with his thumb intimately taking pleasure in the lovely blush staining her cheeks as she shyly casted her eyes downward.
Looking further back, he took note of his cousin still following in silence. It wasn’t lost on him that he was unusually silent. This was usually a situation he took pleasure in exploiting. Instead he remained reserved, solemn even. Such a countenance almost didn’t suit him.
Sesshoumaru hummed thoughtfully and looked ahead. For a small moment, he almost cared. He didn’t know whether to be horrified or disgusted. After some consideration, he was in favor of blaming his unusual inclinations on this fever. Yes, he decided with a nod, his fever was most definitely at fault.
They were escorted to a shallow cave cloaked in a thick barrier that housed the feverish Alpha and the Northern Lady. She was huddled beneath the tall male who hovered possessively above her growling menacingly at their approach. “She’s mine!”
Sesshoumaru answered his loutish declaration with a raised brow.
“Be at ease my Alpha. Our High Alpha bears no threat.” The Lesser Alpha’s pack mate conveyed to him pleadingly. “He gave his word no harm shall come to you or your mate, so please.”
The Lesser Alpha remained poised over the Northern Lady lessened his snarls to a soft growl. He crouched lower to gather her closer to his chest, nearly obscuring their view of her completely. Sesshoumaru took notice that the female allowed the male’s actions. Even kidnapped and dragged from her lands, she accepted his claim readily.
Behind him he could hear Kagome ask his cousin in a small whisper, “What is he doing?”
“Posturing. It’s a physical declaration that he is laying claim on the female and will fight to the death to keep her. Of course the female could deny his claim by not allowing him to break her contact with other potential males.” Aimaru relayed casually. “And from the looks of the Northern Lady, she accepts his claim.”
“Have you bestowed your mark upon her?” Sesshoumaru asked the Alpha still posturing aggressively. He knew the male will continue to be ill at ease for as long as he remained so close to the mated pair, but as Higher Alpha, his status dictated that he stood his ground and keep his eyes locked with the Lesser Alpha’s.
“Yes. She stays.” The nearly feral male declared thickly. The Northern Lady beneath him remained silent and docile under his body showing no resistance.
“Whether or not she accepts your claim is no concern of mine. But she will be returned to her father.” The Lesser Alpha tensed at Sesshoumaru’s words and growled low a warning that he was resuming the offensive. “Would you widow your mate so swiftly?” he question carefully and the male quieted his snarls. “Then you will come quietly.” He turned westward expecting the two to fall into step when his miko stepped into his path.
“What are you going to do with them?” she demanded.
“Deliver both of them on the Northern Lord’s threshold steps. What happens henceforth is no concern of mine.” Sesshoumaru answered flatly.
“So that’s it?!” The miko gawked up at him. “You’re not going to speak on his behalf? You’re just going to abandon him?” she then adopted a defiant pose planting her fists firmly on her hips.
“Hnn.”
“He’s your clansman. That’s unfair.”
“Hardly.” He argued. “He kidnapped the Northern Lord’s daughter and mated with her without his consent. Regardless of the fact that it was consensual, it has brought embarrassment and inconvenience upon my clan.”
“It’s still unfair. How can you abandon one of you own to such a fate simply because he chose to mate the daughter of a hostile neighbor? They are clearly a happily mated couple and as his alpha you could show some compassion for your fellow clansman and stand up for him. Imagine the image you paint for the people who fall under your leadership. Is it fair to ask them to respect a leader who considers them so expendable?” Kagome snapped up at the demon lord who looked down at her in astonishment.
He didn’t know whether to be astonished by her audacity or moved by the impact of her words. She made a damningly sound point.
“Precious, you are way out of line.” Aimaru warned gravelly.
“I may be out of line, but I stand by what say. If you won’t help them, I will.” She stood her ground and kept glaring right up at Sesshoumaru, not conceding an inch. Her determination and lack of fear had him practically purring under her magnificence. But her words did hit a sore spot with him.
“You will not.”
“I will too.” She argued and she reached up to wag a finger at him. “You may be able to force me to stay by your side, but I warn you, I’m as stubborn as they come. I will eventually force you to have me shackled after my countless attempts to flee. And you know very well that I’m dangerously emotional and will no doubt get depressed being held captive in your palace. I will refuse to speak and treat you for your illness until you get good and snarly and have no choice but to release me. Any even if I don’t, you’ll eventually turn me into some human vegetable that stare off into space lost in some deep dark place in my mind refusing to resurface to look upon the face of the one who cruelly locked me away.” Sesshoumaru could only blink down at the seething onna. He was under no delusion that the woman in front of him was jesting. She was serious. And dangerously accurate in her assessment considering.
Aimaru crossed his arms and whistled. “That’s as good an argument as any. So what do you have to say to that my dear cousin?”
Sesshoumaru regarded the miko for a long moment. He should assert his dominance to clarify to her and everyone in attendance that his wishes are not to be challenged nor questioned. Yet, for some damnable reason, he couldn’t find it in him to reprimand the mouthy miko. Not only did her words hit home and held merit, he was so smitten with the meddlesome girl that he found no resentment, anger, or insults at her words…only respect. It was a respect that made his attraction to the miko extend far beyond her physical attributes. His desire for her was already strong and growing stronger, but his need…his resolve to keep her close, was setting itself in stone.
It was pitiful that he yielded at what he usually found highly offensive simply because it’s on the behalf of his miko. Yes, how very pitiful indeed. It made his entire standpoint to conquer and command in life laughable in the face of it.
Choosing to ignore the judgmental eyes of his peers looking on with avid interest, Sesshoumaru held the miko’s gaze as he said. “I expect your gratitude for my generosity miko.”
“Of course Milord.” Nodded the woman who unwittingly claimed his conflicted heart before moving to address the couple behind him. He watched her move, hating and loving her existence at the same time. Never, have he been ailed with so many emotions at once.
Sesshoumaru looked up to find his cousin watching him thoughtfully. No smile evident on his face which was surprising given his penchant for smirking at the slightest provocation. They shared a look for a long time when his cousin finally said. “That was certainly out of character for you cousin.”
Deciding face this head on, Sesshoumaru answered evenly not breaking his gaze with his intuitive cousin. “It was.”
“At the behest of the miko, no doubt?”
“Hn.”
“And mentioning such would have me promptly eviscerated, wouldn’t it?”
“For a certainty.” The demon lord assured with a withering glare then flexed his claws in warning.
Aimaru nodded wisely and crossed his arms as he looked pointedly to the miko behind them. “Tis a shame that I have an aversion to dying.”
Following his gaze, the demon grunted with a noncommittal, “Hnn.”
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