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Worthy
By : whitewavereborn
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Sesshoumaru leaned against the wall; his body covered in sweat and aching with lust and pain. This had been the third time he dreamt of her this week but this was the first time these dreams had taken this turn. Usually he dreamt of their walks and fights, her smile and laugh that always ended with her tears. Tonight was the first time he dreamt of her body.

Sesshoumaru groaned and rested his forehead against the cool wood, his claws scratching the wall as the ache grew in force with the memory. He could see her so well; her skin glowing in the light of the fire, her hair a halo of fire and gold around her head. He could smell her scent and the earth beneath them, as well as the forest that hid them. He could taste her skin on his tongue. Her sweat and emotions filling his mouth like a toxin, clouding his judgment and weakening his body. He could still feel her withering beneath him, her claws digging into his shoulders, her legs tightening around his waist, her heartbeat against his chest. Her withering had been a dance that called to his blood and demanded promise from his body. He wouldn�t have denied her. He couldn�t. Not as long as she continued with those breathless moans and pleading whimpers.

None of the wet dreams he had when he was an adolescent had been as powerful as this one dream. He had been surprised that the sheets were only covered in sweat instead of an even less pleasant substance. The servants wouldn�t have asked questions or would have talked but it would still have been an embarrassment that Sesshoumaru was thankful to be spared. Still his body screamed its demand and he fought hard to will it into submission. He, Lord of the Western Lands, did not bend to the primitive calls of his body. Especially after hearing her tears again.
The dream may have taken a new turn but it still ended the same as the others; with her standing in the dark, looking at him with her tear stained face and whispering things he could not hear. He always reached for her and she always faded away, becoming one with the darkness leaving nothing but on last heart felt cry.
He woke up then, as he did every time, reaching for her and damning himself for being a fool. He had lost her do to his own stupidity and he wasn�t sure if he would ever get her back.
Sesshoumaru growled in anger and pushed himself away from the wall and went to the window. He opened it, hoping the cool breeze would ease his aches away. The nights were getting colder and thankfully, this night had a chilly wind.
He had tried to forget her; tried to convince himself that he was only lusting after her. He had left home for a month, accompanying the bed of a few women but even on those nights, he woke reaching for Morgan. No other woman could calm the fire in his blood that Morgan had unknowingly ignited. No woman could sooth his soul but her. He needed her.
He needed any little part of her and he found himself lingering by Rin whenever he passed her, noticing the contact scent the Morgan had put on the girl just to have that small part.
He wanted to go see her but Rin had told him that Morgan was still hurting. Was it really a good idea to face her? Morgan had told him that unless that it was business, she didn�t want to see him again. He had respected her wished and in turn, ruined that one chance of getting her back. Was it still wise to leave her be or could he go to her and heal the damage that he had done?
Sesshoumaru grabbed hold of the window seal and hung from his hands, waiting for the wind to finish cooling his body. He only had two choices and he didn�t know which one was the correct course. This was unfamiliar territory for him. He was a lord by right and a warrior by nature. Every choice he had been given had always been calculated until he was certain of the correct course. It was not wise to take risk with one�s thrown and nor was it wise going into a battle with no large chance at victory. There was no calculation for the two choices that lay before him now. Either path could lead to salvation or disaster.
Sesshoumaru sighed and walked over to his yukata and slipped it one. The wind had helped calm him but he was still tense and there would be little sleep for him if he didn�t find some way to relax. He would wake Jaken and have him prepare the bathhouse. Hopefully a bath would steal the energy away from him and allow him a few more hours sleep.
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Briana watched her youngest sister as she slept on the blanket across from her. Morgan�s face was twisted in a grimace and her brow was beaded in sweat. Earlier her dreams had been pleasant but now her sleep was caught in a nightmare she couldn�t escape from. It was something that pissed Briana off and her palms itched for the damage her demon blood demanded she cause.
Morgan never told anyone what her dreams may be about but Briana knew. Morgan had been having these dreams for almost a month. They usually started pleasant and always ended badly. Morgan didn�t know this but Briana had listened to her cry while everyone else was asleep.
Briana wanted to kill the dog but knew that she couldn�t. Morgan obviously cared for him and after meeting Rin, there had to be more than just another jackass noble. Briana didn�t care for humans, young or old, and despite her always visiting the pack, Briana still didn�t care for Rin but she also knew that most lords would have killed the child the moment they saw her or left her to die. Briana wouldn�t have left her to die. She hated humans but she wasn�t heartless. She would have dropped the kid off at the nearest village and never returned but for the lord, Sesshoumaru to actually adopt the human, there had to be something in him; something worth keeping around.
Morgan whimpered and rolled onto her other side, facing the cave wall and Briana glared at nothing. Good or not that didn�t mean she had to like the lord, especially after what he did to her sister.
There was only one thing that Briana cared about and that was her family. She may have loved her full blood brother more but she still had a fierce protectiveness when it came to any member of her family. Except maybe Cory. That boy just always seemed to piss her off and there was no liking for him in her heart, which was fine since she doubted he liked her. But Morgan was strongly loved, being the baby of the family. Briana never took the credit of raising her, that was Ena�s doing despite Morgan�s believes, but she had made it her goal to teach her baby sister everything she needed to know about surviving. It was too bad that she too, didn�t know anything about mending a broken heart or even preventing it.
That�s not true, she thought, just don�t fall in love.
Pain replaced the anger and Briana studied her hands. No longer were they the gentle, feminine hands that rocked her youngest siblings to sleep and mended torn clothing. Calluses had formed were there was once smooth skin and her claws now had a faint stain of yellow where there used to be a fine and easily removable layer of dirt that came from playing with pups. A scar lay on the back of one hand, faint but noticeable to her eye. Maybe if she had learned to love more than just her kin, maybe she could have been able to contain her rage when her brother was slain. Maybe a love for others would have stayed her claws from her first human kill.
Slowly, a shaky hand rose to her face and touched the part of the scare that marked her cheek. It wasn�t as big as if felt but it had noticeable length, running just above her left eye to curve to her right ear, a permanent reminder on her failure and the proof that human�s were stronger than they appeared to be. She hated the scare; hated it for marring her feminine beauty and for reminding her of her mistakes. Briana lowered her hand and looked farther back into the cave. She couldn�t really see them over all the other bodies but she could hear their breathing and smell their scent.
There were only a few left where there had once been dozens. All had been willing to fight and follow one so determined with her hate. She had lead them and they had died. That was why she had sought out her father�s pack. If she had been alone, she might have continued with her war or maybe would have just continued with her life alone, but she had to protect them and make sure they survived. She wasn�t a leader. She knew that now but her father was and she knew he couldn�t refuse anyone in need of help. She had been right and though they weren�t really accepting of these changes, Briana knew that they would like it in time, and then she could do as she pleased. She didn�t know if she would stay or leave but there was no hurry to make those decisions.
Morgan whimpered again, drawing Briana out of her thoughts and bringing her attention back to her sister. Seeing her curl into a tighter ball forced her to make a decision. It may not be a right one but she knew it wasn�t wrong. She just knew it needed to be done.
Silently, Briana rose to her feet and carefully made her way through the maze of sleeping bodies and scattered objects. There was definitely one thing she had never liked about the pack, its size. The may have had a bigger cave in Ireland but even that felt small to Briana so this cave was even worse for her. Maybe, after she returned, she would grab a blanket and sleep outside. It wasn�t that cold yet and it was only a few hours till dawn any way.
She made it out of the cave without disturbing anyone too much and satisfied that she wouldn�t be followed, Briana made her way to Lord Sesshoumaru�s castle. It was time she and him had a little talk and since she had quickly learned the language from the journey to this part of the country, it was possible.
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Sesshoumaru was known for taking lingering baths. Liking to be clean of any impurities, he usually scrubbed until his skin was red. But in his youth he had also found that hot water helped ease the tension out of sore muscles and would quiet restless minds. So staying in the water until the water was almost cold was not unfamiliar to anyone in the castle. It was because of this that Sesshoumaru actually set a certain number of logs to be burned in case he lost track of time or fell asleep. It was one thing to enjoy a bath. It was another to get carried away with it.
Sesshoumaru had hoped that this would be a quick bath but his mind had been especially restless and it had taken longer for the water to take its desired affect and when it did, he found himself reluctant to leave. He dozed in the tub. His head nestled on a pill of pillows that he had managed to pull to him without getting out of the water. This is why he didn�t smell Jaken when he approached the screen.
�Lord Sesshoumaru,� Jaken timidly called from the other side.
Sesshoumaru was immediately drawn out of his light slumber but slowly opened his eyes, not yet wanting to face the outside world.
�Lord Sesshoumaru,� Jaken called again a little louder and Sesshoumaru�s eyes narrowed in annoyance.
�What is it� he demanded, not bothering to keep the anger from his voice.
He could picture Jaken swallowing in fear and shaking at the knees but the toad was quick to answer.
�There is a wolf youkai in the court,� he answered. �She demands to see you.�
Sesshoumaru�s heart skipped a beat and he inhaled deeply but frowned when he realized it wasn�t Morgan but another wolf. He recognized her scent from a time he went on patrol a little too close to the pack and he remembered Rin saying that other members had joined them.
�Send her away,� he ordered.
�I�ve tried, my lord. She said if you didn�t come out and speak with her. Then she would go to you.�
�And considering your location, I think it would be better if you came out,� another voice continued. It was the female that Jaken had been talking about but it sounded strong and proud.
Jaken squawked in outrage.
�What are you doing? I told you to wait at the gate.�
�It doesn�t matter,� he heard her tell Jaken then heard her step onto the porch. �Lord of the Western Lands, I demand that you come out or I�ll come in.�
�And why should I feel threatened.�
�You�re not going to like how I open the door.�
He could hear the mirth in her voice and could picture a smile on her featureless face but then he felt it; a tingle of energy across his spine. She was intending to destroy his door and probably a good deal of the building as well. Sesshoumaru�s muscles tensed with anger and he glared at the door.
�That would be a poor decision.�
�Maybe. Maybe not. Now come on out.�
Sesshoumaru scowled at the door but rose out of the tub, making sure to make enough noise so she would know that he was doing as she asked�no commanded, and dried off. To retaliate, he took his time but hesitated when grabbing his robe. He thought he should have Jaken retrieve him some clothes but decided it didn�t matter and slipped it on. A few minutes later, he opened the door.
He noticed the red hair first. It wasn�t a true red, there was too much brown in it but it was attractive as it curled around her face in false innocence. She was tall, a few inches taller than Morgan and her body was toned with muscle. She would have had lovely face. Her skin was pale and smooth. Her mouth was big with full lips. And her eyes were large and round with high cheek bones. She would have been lovely, if it wasn�t the scar that crossed her face; but than Sesshoumaru noticed her eyes. They were same bright green eyes as Morgan. They were the eyes that ran in her family.
�Morgan mentioned she had another sister.�
Briana nodded but there was no friendliness in her face. She studied him like a lady examining an unwanted slave.
�Well, the girls are right. You are pretty.� She stated before looking into his eyes.
Sesshoumaru�s eyes narrowed into threatening slits.
�How did you get in?�
The wolf cracked a smile.
�Your barrier is not that strong. I easily broke through. But enough about that. I�m here to discuss Morgan.�
�What there is to discuss is none of your business. Now leave.�
�I am Morgan�s eldest sister and I am making it my business.� She raised a hand when she sensed that he was about to move. �My name is Briana and if you know my sister�s power than know that I am much stronger than her.�
Sesshoumaru nodded his understanding then turned his back on her and began walking along the length of the porch, heading back to the main building with Jaken following right behind him. Briana stared back at him in surprise than outrage.
�Where the hell do you think you�re going?�
�That too is none of your business and since you showed yourself the way in, you can show yourself the way out.�
�Bastard,� he heard her mumble before she shouted at him. �She cries in her sleep.�
Sesshoumaru stopped but didn�t face her. Slowly, Briana approached him.
�She cries in her sleep. She looks for you while she�s awake.� She stepped in front of him. �She reaches for you in her dreams. That is why I�m here Sesshoumaru. This is my business because my sister�s pain is my business.�
Sesshoumaru glared down at her.
�And what is it do you think you can accomplish.�
Briana chuckled and stepped back. �I don�t know. I can�t force you together. I can�t force her to forget you. Killing you is not an option. It would make her hate me.�
�Then leave.�
Briana gave him a frustrated look before leaning against the wall.
�I don�t get it. Morgan is the most loving, open minded person I know. Why she would want you is a mystery to me.�
�Woman, your manners are intolerable. I demand you leave at once.�
Briana looked down at Jaken, malice and dark human in her eyes. Sesshoumaru noticed her right index finger move in a circle right before the ground at Jaken�s feet began to glow before exploding in a fury fire and wood. Jaken flew backwards and landed on his back. He wasn�t harmed though and sat up to stare at Briana in rage and fear.
�You don�t know how �intolerable� I can be, toad. So I�d keep my mouth shut if I were you.�
Sesshoumaru stepped in front of Jaken and glanced at the hole in the floor before looking up at Briana. Her eyes glowed as she stared back, showing her rage and hate.
�I want to kill you for hurting her. I want to rip your throat out and eat your heart. I wanted to destroy everything you hold dear.�
Sesshoumaru tensed, planning on a fight and not sure if he could win this one. He had felt her power while in the bath but that little display she had just showed hadn�t even left any energy in the air, proving that her weakest attacks were strong. She had broken through his barrier which no one had ever done since the days of his father and now that he was studying her more closely, she was allowing her energy to flow around her.
It was dark energy, similar to that of Taka but where Taka�s power was in nightmares and shadows, this girl�s was in fire and chaos. Other than Taka and Naraku, he had never seen this much power before.
�Why don�t you?� he asked calmly.
�Because I can�t stand the thought of her hating me.� She honestly answered and drew her power back into herself allowing Sesshoumaru to ask. �And I don�t want another reason to hate myself.� She added before looking to the forest, her eyes sad and distant. �She still loves you and I don�t think she�ll ever stop.� She looked back at him, he eyes searching. �Now I want an honest answer. Do you love her?�
Sesshoumaru didn�t answer but continued to glare at her. She sighed and shook her head.
�I didn�t think I�d get an answer� She said to herself before looking back at him. �Listen to me. If you love her, do something about it. Just letting her go is killing her and probably killing you too.�
�She demanded that I stay away from her.�
�Yeah, well that just goes to show that my baby sister still doesn�t know what�s best for her.� She cracked a smile at the thought then turned it on him. �I don�t like you but Morgan apparently sees something in you. Go to her but if you hurt her again, I won�t be so kind next time.�
Then she left. She didn�t wait for a response but instead walked out the gate and into the woods. Sesshoumaru watched her go before heading to the main building, completely ignoring Jaken, who decided it was best to leave his lord alone to think about what he should do. He didn�t like Briana either but she had answered a question for him. He was going to see Morgan but when and how should he do it. He was half way to his room before he came up with an idea and turned in the opposite direction.
He didn�t hesitate when knocking on Taka�s door. It was night, when she was most awake and alert. He was proven right when her soft voice answered almost immediately.
Taka�s room was dark, even with all the candles and small fire and Sesshoumaru naturally went on edge. Night was when Taka was most awake but it was also when she fed. Since she ate last night, she probably didn�t need anything but it was not unwise to let ones guard down around Taka.
Taka sat in front of the hearth. Far enough to keep most of her skin in shadow but close enough for her to see what she was doing. Her kind had amazing eye sight but Taka was getting old and some of her senses were beginning to weaken, despite her appearance. She was just starting weaving a new thread, the silk appearing in her fingers. As her fingers twisted and stretched, the thread began to glow and color began to form with every length. A blood color he noticed before looking to her face.
She was focused on her work but her ear was turned toward him. Normally she would completely ignore him unless she was assigned some work but since she ate, and her mind was sharper at night, especially after she ate, she did make some acknowledgment.
�Hello Taka.�
�The girl is gone. The one with the pretty hair.�
�Yes.�
�I can�t make the color.� She pouted. �Too many shades.�
�I have a task for you, Taka.�
Her eyes rose from her work but her hands continued the task. Her red eyes danced with child like glee.
�Little lady needs new clothes. She�s almost grown. I have started.� She raised her hands to show him the thread. Out of all the tasks Sesshoumaru had given her, making clothes for Rin had always been her favorite. Maybe it was because Rin always needed them or maybe it was because Taka was allowed to experiment, Sesshoumaru didn�t know but he did know that Rin loved the clothes that Taka made for her and all of them, even those he had first given her all those years ago, were still in perfect condition.
�Yes, but I have another task.�
Taka went back to her work but a smile was on her lips.
�The pup needs to make amends.� She pointed to a garment folded neatly on a bench meant only for completed work. �It�s done.�
He almost asked how she knew but bit his tongue. Somehow, Taka always knew what was going on in the castle. That was how Rin got so many clothes before he asked for them. Somehow, she always knew when the girl hit a growth spurt. Sesshoumaru walked over to the bench, making certain to avoid all the fabrics lining the floor and still keeping the corner of his eye on the woman. She might forget he was her employer and attack.
There were three garments on the bench but Sesshoumaru knew which one Taka meant. It was a formal hoari and hakama but designed to fit a woman. Both were black but the hoari had at the same print as his usual clothes. The black would keep the red from clashing with her hair while the print would help with the formal appearance, not that a woman in anything other than a kimono was formal. But he was certain Morgan would love it. He knew she hated kimonos so this would be perfect for her.
�Thank you, Taka.�
Taka ignored him as she continued her work. The thread was now the desired length and she was gently weaving it with her claws, turning it into a fine cloth. He took the clothes and left her to her work, hoping now that he could win Morgan back.
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