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This Sesshoumaru Burns	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 42732 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
- 14
- 15
Chapter 15: Touch
The next day Kagome found herself in the study fidgeting uncomfortably. Every so often, she reached to straighten the kimono gathered tightly around her knees. She always hated wearing these things. They were so suffocating, especially in an era with no climate control conveniences. How in the world people manage to put up with this in the summertime here, she wondered.
Annoyed, she glared up at Sesshoumaru sitting at his writing table as he conferred heatedly with the Northern Lord. She was seated to the back of the demon lord off the side with a limited view of his profile. The northern lord was directly in front of her across the table. And from what she could see, he was a mean snarly tyrant who clearly didn’t like Sesshoumaru. She had long ago listed him as one of the suspects with the possible involvement in the mating predicament. He certainly had the hate, but his reasons were unclear to her.
“You wish to form a what?!” the bristly man demanded loudly. Kagome inwardly flinched at the harshness of his tones. Every word that came out of his mouth sounded like a bark. Maybe it was; he was canine after all.
“An alliance. This unlikely union will help ease the bothersome tension between our species. Your daughter is already mated to Minor Lord Akita. He is of a third ranked pack in my clan and holds impressive reputation in the ways of combat. So his worth and reputation exceeds far beyond any other male in the region wishing to claim your daughter.” Well that’s as sound an argument as any, Kagome nodded inwardly acting as a silent spectator.
“Your dog is just that, a dog. The lowest ranked wolf in my clan would outrank your male by a landslide. So what you are offering me is insulting.”
Kagome huffed at the male across from them. When the Northern lord threw his glare her way she suddenly found the vase next to her interesting. Well look at that, a lovely white crane…
“Where your species are large in number they are weak in power and tact. The combat skills of your men are laughable, pitiable even. With this alliance, this one could provide aid, no matter how reluctant, to your people and your fortress should the need arise. This one also knows of the hostility between your clan and the humans that have led to endless skirmishes and, because of your lack of political etiquette, will most likely lead to more. You sorely need this one’s counseling in mediating theses quarrels. So again, This Sesshoumaru offers an alliance with your daughter’s union with my male as the peacemaking symbol.”
Kagome blinked owlishly at the pair sitting at the table in tense contemplation of each other. The northern lord was clearly torn making it obvious to her that what Lord Sesshoumaru said hit it straight on the mark.
Pursing her lips in thought, Kagome cocked her head as she watched the wolf demon glare at Sesshoumaru. Perhaps their animosity towards each other was on a more primal level; a simple canine rivalry; a wolf versus dog complex. Kouga’s and Inu Yasha’s constant bickering was a prime example of it.
After a long moment, the Lord Kiba finally glared up at the demon lord with more hate than Kagome ever saw in a body…no wait…Naraku was still up there in top place. This demon, however, took easy second. “Fine.” He snarled making Kagome jump again wearing her poor nerves thin. She reached up to hold her erratic heart. Being around so much testosterone couldn’t have been good for her. “I’ll accept his claim…after, of course, he survives initiation into the pack.” The demon smiled cruelly as he stood.
Sesshoumaru watched the man, unconcerned for his threat. “This one has confidence in my male’s ability to represent my people Lord Kiba. So my concern is unnecessary. You’re dismissed.”
The wolf demon harrumphed snidely and spun to storm out of his chambers leaving Kagome alone in the room with the demon lord. She allowed silence to stretch another minute before ending it with a, “Well, that was interesting.”
The demon lord said nothing as he stared silently at the doors ahead him, looking to be deep in thought.
She cocked her head. Well, that’s a good thing…right? Thinking means his mind was sound…or full of perverted things.
“Miko.” He said suddenly making her jump.
“Yes!”
Instead of speaking, he reached behind him to grab her wrist and haul her easily into his lap.
Awkwardly, Kagome settled herself stiffly in his lap trying to keep their proximity as decent as possible; an absolutely futile attempt. Kami only knows the image she presented to whoever walked in on them. Just please don’t let it be his mother. “Are you feeling unwell?” she asked nervously.
“Have you come to a decision?” he asked her while snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her closer against him.
Kagome squirmed in his hold, comfortable yet uncomfortable in the same instant. “About…?” she inquired curiously.
“Us woman.” The demon lord shook her slightly then it dawned on her.
“Oh…” Kagome looked away shyly and allowed the silence to answer his question. Here she was hoping he was thinking something profound, useful and maybe even homicidal. Instead, he was here thinking about their impossible future. Clearly the poor demon was still so very sick to keep going on about mating and pups, and endless sweaty dirty rutting. Wait, was he going on about that? She added that last part, didn’t she? “What’s the likelihood of the northern lord being the one who had attacked you that night?”
“Unlikely; to the point that it’s inconceivable.” He relaxed keeping a firm hold of her, making sure she stayed put. Sad thing was she didn’t want to go anywhere.
“But his animosity towards you makes him a suspect. He seems to have motives to want you dead or at least miserable. He may not have done it himself, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of commissioning a hit man either.” Kagome muttered mostly to herself then started at the annoyed look on Sesshoumaru’s face. “What?”
“Why do you resist this one?” He reached up to cup Kagome’s face. “Do you find mating me that objectionable?”
Kagome frowned at the tone in his voice. He nearly sounded hurt. And she was nothing if not a sucker for sensitive souls. “You are not yourself.”
“How so?”
She gawked at him. Was he serious? Could he not see or feel the difference in himself? “The Sesshoumaru I know wouldn’t let another’s rejection faze him.”
“You are not just anyone miko. Only your rejection fazes me.” Damn him. That was a sensitive heartstring he just pulled. “Wound me even.” That one nearly broke it.
Completely uncomfortable, Kagome went to hop off his lap to put some space between them and some conclusion to that ridiculous conversation when the doors were thrown open. They both looked up the disturbance to find Jaken standing their gawking at them with his eyes popping out of his little green head; as if he wasn’t ugly enough as it was.
“M-Milord?” the imp stuttered as he averted his eyes uncomfortably.
A cold shadow fell over Sesshoumaru’s face. He allowed the miko to scramble of his lap and glared flatly at the imp in his doorway making the imp cower pitifully. He raised a brow; silently urging Jaken to state the reason for his intrusion.
“It’s the hanyou milord. He won’t leave until he speaks with you. He’s says it’s regarding your clan males sire.”
Kagome stilled at the mention of the word hanyou. He had to be talking about no one else but her friend. Inu Yasha? Now what happened?
She was sitting there with questions plaguing her mind when Sesshoumaru was already up and standing next to her to lift her easily to her feet. “Come. Your presence will most likely be required.”
“Right.” She quickly followed after the demon lord silently gliding down the hall.
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“I aint got time to play with you bastards. Move or get mowed down.” Inu Yasha pointed his transformed sword toward the castle guards who recoiled nervously. He smirked. They knew the legend about his old man’s sword and didn’t like to be on the end of it. Good.
He looked up at the looming castle beyond the stone gates and rolled his eyes. What the hell did anyone need a castle that big for?
“Half-breed.” Inu Yasha watched his brother near the gates with Kagome tailing him at a trot.
Sesshoumaru stopped a distance away from him. “State your business.”
Inu Yasha rested his roaring blade against his shoulder and cocked his head. Beside the feral eye color, there wasn’t anything wrong with him. So that means that Kagome can come back with him. “Come get ya dogs. They’re stickin’ up my forest.”
“What are you talking about Inu Yasha?” Kagome asked stepping from behind his brother. “What happening back at the village?”
Inu Yasha ambled towards the confused girl and extended Miroku’s scroll towards her.
When she gave him a confused look, he sighed with a roll of his eyes, “Read it wench.”
“Oh…” she unrolled it and scanned the contents with a frown.
Inu Yasha slid a look to his brother who was watching him just as closely. “So what’s the matter you huh?” he asked the stone-faced demon lord.
That question had Kagome looking around frantically then rounding on him with a look that clearly said shut it. Apparently that was a touchy subject.
“What?” he balked.
“We’ll talk about this inside, in private.” She stressed.
Confused, Inu Yasha watched his sibling turn on his heel to enter his fortress with Kagome tailing close behind, urging him to follow.
Reluctantly, he tailed them into the fortress.
-
In the window from one of the tall towers over looking the fields, blood red eyes watched the trio enter the fortress with growing curiosity. “Oh my. It appears we have guests.” He mused softly then groused with unbridled annoyance, “How lovely.”
The woman in the demon’s arms crooned for his attention and he obliged with a vicious squeeze of her ample bosom. He relished in the sound her pain filled gasp like a thirsty man. Such delightful little sounds. He also fancied a dying scream or two, sometimes outright shrills of agony. But gasp of pain and sighs of deaths were absolutely riveting. If he didn’t need this mindless twat so much, he’d had treat himself to such a pleasure long ago.
Kneading her tender flesh with now gentle claws, he leaned low to speak silkily against her ear making the little demoness shiver. “I find myself terribly afflicted with curiosity kitten. Be a dear and help me sate it, hmmm?” he nipped her shoulder and planted a line of kisses up her neck.
“B-but…I hurt. Can’t I have a little master? I need only a little. Just a little…” she gasped desperately while clawing at his clothing like a starved thing.
Aww look at her. He chuckled inwardly as he drank in her misery. Desperate, pathetic and simply ravenous. How utterly adorable.
Smiling maliciously, he slowly lifted his hand. He chuckled when she gapped open her mouth readily, her tongue waving suggestively at his fingertip. “Very well kitten. Only a little…” He pushed his claw against her tongue and pierced the wet flesh delicately allowing the addictive poison to pour into the appendage. She clamped down on his finger with puckered lips attempting to suckle the digit dry of its elixir. Clicking his tongue in contempt, he snatched his finger from her lips and caressed her cheek affectionately waiting for the effect to take hold. At the glossy sheen pooling in her green eyes, he asked her softly, “Ready to please me?”
Swaying unsteadily, the demoness smiled affectionately as she hummed with sated pleasure. “Yes…milord.” She purred lovingly.
His long wavy tresses floated weightlessly in the air like black smoke. Curling and swaying in an absent breeze. Annoyed, he reached to push his meddlesome locks away only for them to bend and curl around him like a stubborn fog. For the life of him, he couldn’t seem to control its outlandish behavior. To his annoyance, he found that the more malicious his mood the more unruly it became.
Waving the bothersome tresses away with a haughty flick of his wrist, he then smiled charmingly to his lovely corrupted little minion. “That’s a good girl.” He praised while pushing her along to carry out his wishes. After watching her slowly stumble out of the room, he turned to the window to watch the sun slowly migrate to its zenith. A particularly morbid thought conjured into his mind sending his hair whipping about in a violent frenzy. He sighed and reached up to braid it only for it to unravel on its own again.
“If you weren’t so thick, long and pretty, I’d have cut you long ago.” He hissed at a lock waving in his face.
-

“Are you sure nothing bad will happen to her?” Kagome asked as she wrenched fingers nervously.
“No.” Inu Yasha answered her honestly with a shrug. He sat across from her on the floor with his chin on his fist looking ever the annoyed hanyou. He gave her a knowing glare. “And don’t sit there and worryin’ ya’self to death. The wench went clingin’ to that demon by choice.”
Worrying her lip with blunt teeth, Kagome fretted for the girl anyway. She was well acquainted with most of the girls in the village and she wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to any of them. And that was only half of her worry. She was also worried about the males of the Sesshoumaru’s tribe too. They were sick and were not really conscious of their actions. Or were they? She slid a curious glance to the demon lord who claimed to be of a sound mind. If their condition was anything like Sesshoumaru’s, then that girl will have quite the bit of trouble on her hands. Those males were likely to be terribly ravenous. And insistent.
Then there was the situation Miroku informed her about; quelling the growing tension in the village all while babysitting the feverish males. No doubt Sango was a nervous wreck worrying about the village and her husband. And it’s not good for a pregnant woman to be under so much stress. Shippou was a young male and an unlikely target of out of control Inu youkai but, knowing her kit, he won’t stand by and let the village women be harassed by the males should Miroku fail to subdue them. Then to add to Kagome’s worry, there was considering how many other towns and villages were being harassed by ravenous Inu males and the villages in turn, seeking retribution on the disruptive males. According to Sesshoumaru, his clan was sizable so this problem could be affecting quite a few areas, regions or perhaps even all of feudal Japan.
Would this problem devastate her time should it go unsolved? Was this another problem that needed her intervention?
“Oi.” InuYasha snapped his fingers to get her attention. “Kagome…Hey snap out of it.”
She jumped and shook her head to clear it. “I’m sorry what?”
“I asked whatcha gonna to do about this. You read the scroll right?”
Kagome looked down at the scroll in her hand and nodded. “Yeah, but I haven’t the slightest idea what to do about this.” She looked over at Sesshoumaru who was watching her calmly with those fiery red eyes. “Do you have any ideas?”
He blinked slowly. “At the moment, no cure is available. The only other option is to house them in the dungeons until one is found.”
Scowling, Kagome turned to completely face the demon lord beside her. “And just leave them there to be miserable?”
“Given the nature of their illness, this one will rally female volunteers to tend to their special needs. It won’t be a hard thing to accomplish since mating season has started for my clan. The females are already in heat and would want to take advantage of this situation at the detriment of the males.”

“So what do we do, drag them here one by one?” Inu Yasha groused.
Sesshoumaru took the scroll from Kagome and scanned the characters briefly. “No. I will have a caravan arranged to retrieve my males.”
Kagome worried her lip again, the skin tender and sore from the abuse. “What about other males that may have fallen ill? Do you know how many we’re dealing with?”
“Only two other major packs reside here while lesser packs are scattered over my lands. Eight males of those major packs, who weren’t mated, are ill.”
“So how many lesser pack are we talking here?” Inu Yasha demanded impatiently.
Narrowing his eyes at his brother’s tone, Sesshoumaru finally said. “There are eleven lesser packs.”
Kagome relaxed. That wasn’t so bad. She was afraid he was going to say a hundred or something.
“However…” she tensed at the demon lord’s voice and knew she spoken to soon. “The number of packmates varies each pack. Then there’s the newer generation of packs branching off from the main lesser packs. Determining the exact number of fallen males will be impossible.”
“I think I’ve counted at least twenty sick males yesterday during our search, including Lord Akita. And you telling me you don’t know who came from what pack?” At his slow nod, Kagome fell flat on her back groaning miserably. “Do you even have enough space here in your fortress to house a possibly large number of males?”
At the shake of Sesshoumaru’s head, Kagome sat up and looked to Inu Yasha who rolled his eyes.
“We can’t let them run free and yet we can’t lock them up either. So what the fuck are we supposed to do?” the hanyou grouched.
“It’s not really so bad.” Kagome added. “I mean, it’s a mating fever. They’re not exactly slaying innocents or anything malicious. They mostly looking for mates right?” To rut into oblivion, she added silently.
“You forget miko, that while they look for mates, not all of the females they seek will be willing or available. Their need drives them to mate indiscriminately and it’s inevitable my males will cause tension with other demon clans with their disruptive behavior. I’ve received countless missives demanding the removal of my wayward males. We already house 18 males here in the dungeons.”
“Oh…” defeated, Kagome fell back again tossing an arm over her eyes and sighed in exasperation then started at an idea. She shot upright and snapped her fingers. “I know. We can go on patrol and round up the most disruptive males.”
Inu Yasha hummed as he seemed to ponder the idea before Sesshoumaru shook his head slightly while saying, “Determining who the biggest troublemaker will be pointless. They are all equally troublesome.”
“Oh well screw it then.” Inu Yasha huffed with a tight shrug. “We’ll just be overrun with Inu demons and hanyous. It’ll be nice being surrounded by others like me eh?” the hanyou taunted Sesshoumaru with a lopsided grin and Kagome winced at the frigidness of his aura.
“Be quiet Inu Yasha. You’re not helping.” Kagome snapped with a warning glare in his direction.
Inu Yasha’s ears lowered on his head guiltily. They watched each other for a long moment before he looked away first grunting dismissively. “Keh.”
Kagome narrowed her eyes. Bonehead.
A servant suddenly entered the room with a tray of refreshments. On soundless feet, she ghosted across the vast room to where the trio sat solemnly in silence near an open door overlooking a garden.
From the corner of her eye, Kagome watched the red head demoness place refreshments before them carefully. Looking fully upon the demoness, she frowned at the dazed look in her green eyes. They had a glassy look to them as if she was intoxicated or something. Could demons even get high or drunk?
At her question, the demoness looked up and pinned Kagome with a cold knowing glare. It made a chill run down her spine. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but this demoness seemed to hate her for reasons other than her humanity. Jealousy perhaps? Sesshoumaru was an unmated male and most likely have a legion of demoness’ vying for the chance to become his mate. Or maybe she was reading too much into it. She’s human and a miko after all. Two things demons have been known to despise.
Kagome shook her head. She kept forgetting that not everyone there welcome humans.
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Leaving the chamber, Miyako passed her tray to another servant with a breathless, “Thank you, Aso.”
The servant bowed and smiled adoringly at her then hurried off toward the kitchens out of sight.
Looking around warily, Miyako stood dutifully by the doors posing as an on call hand servant and waited for the traffic to die out in the hall. Servants rushed every which way to carry out various tasks, some even stopping to chat idly with her. She kept her usually flirtatious countenance to avoid suspicion but her mission was proving harder the longer she had to wait to see her master. The minutes never felt so long to her. Her lust became stronger and stronger that, if it wasn’t for her complete devotion to her master, she would have molested every male that walked pass her. Even the females were starting to look appealing.
At the sight of only two servants roaming the halls, she casually rolled up her sleeves and pulled out a rag to begin wiping the baseboards near the receiving room waiting for something. A wave of dizziness made her slow in her movements. She paused to fight the thunderous desire weakening her resolve. If she didn’t please her master, she will make her suffer like last time. It nearly killed her when he completely disappeared from her, refusing to see her. He stayed away for only three days leaving her with nights of cold sweats and shaky weak limbs. Her cravings were so bad that she failed to seek nourishment for herself or water. All she wanted was his ‘touch’. That magical, addictive ‘touch’ that made her lust so strong that with the help of a willing male, would she reach that blinding earth shattering high that no drug could take you. And to keep receiving this magic, she had to make sure she stayed in her master’s good graces. Using that fear to subdue her lust, she went back to cleaning the baseboards with a vigor belying her troubled state.
After what felt like eternity, a light scraping was heard near where she was cleaning and she promptly snatched up the board and allowed the furry kitten to scurry into her robes.
Miyako says nothing, aware of the dangerously acute hearing of the demon lord, and continued to clean the baseboards for a time to avoid suspicion. Finally she finished her mundane task and quickly left the area to her quarters where her feline spy updated her on the unheard details of the unsuspecting trio.
They mewled softly in their feline language for a time before Miyako smiled and petted the kitten’s head affectionately. She gently pushed it along into a wall opening to continue roaming the fortress until she needed it again.
“It appears you worried for nothing master.” Sitting up on the floor near her futon, she looked eagerly to where her master quietly stood near the window gazing out of the window in boredom. She didn’t hear him come in, but the blood in her body calling for his ‘touch’ made it easy to sense his proximity.
He looked at her then, his gorgeous pale face morphed from cold boredom to sugary cheeriness in an instant. The rapid change in his moods should frighten. At least it would have had she possessed a sober stabled mind. But her thoughts were only filled with the need for that blasted touch.
“How did our lord Sesshoumaru fare with his illness?” he asked.
“As if he was never affected at all master.” She answered as her breathing grew heavier. She didn’t want to appear desperate, but it was so hard being so close to her desire. “But, he still bears the eyes of lust.”
He watched her with a scowl as he considered her words. “We’ll that just wont do.”
“No milord.” Miyako agreed just to placate her master. Oh please hurry and ‘touch’ me master. Please, please, please….
His eyes flashed an ominous red and the blood in Miyako’s body boiled and churned making her clutch her chest in pain. Her limbs grew heavy and shaky as her desire doubled. “You alright my pet?” he asked worriedly.
“M-master…I…” Her words failed her as another wave of want quaked through her. A cold sweat broke out all over her body. Oh kami it hurt.
Shushing her with gentle crooning, her master held his arms out to her like a dark menacing angel calling his wards home to the underworld. His black lips widened into a loving smile. “Come love, let me ease your pain. You’ve earned your reward.”
She couldn’t hurry into his arms fast enough. She needed him; she needed whatever it was he did to her. For that small amount of time it took to fall into his arms, she nearly lost her mind. Every minute away from him was painful, soul wrenching, almost sickening. It was amazing that she could even function as she had. In his strong arms, she snuggled deep into his chest as he petted her head and held her like a child. Counting the seconds, she waited. Holding her breath she waited. Closing her eyes, she waited when suddenly pain blossomed in her mind when she felt him plunge his clawed fingertips deep into her back where she felt heat…scalding, blinding, white hot heat, blossom from his fingers through the rest of her body down to her already sopping mons.
So high on his touch, she barely felt him rip her clothes into shreds baring her pale sweaty flesh to the cool air of her quarters. Her body rendered weak under the effects of the poison spreading to every limb and vein of her body until she was practically limp in bliss.
There pinned against that wall, naked, weak, and blessedly high under the effects of her master’s touch, she happily gave her body to her master’s cruel sensual will; a will that threw her into the blazing inferno of bliss and ultimate destruction.
-
It was the late in the evening when Miroku finally entered the hut and gave a small smile to his wife bending over the fire pit cooking dinner. “I’m back.”
“Welcome back.” Sango greeted as she added ingredients to the pot.
Shippou who rode on her shoulder as she cooked hopped over to the monk stretching out across the floor to relax with his arm thrown over his eyes. Sitting on his chest, the kit watched the monk curiously before asking, “So how did it go?” he pried. “Did they wake up snarlin and snappin at ya?”
The monk shook his head.
“So they’re just sleepin?” the kit asked incredulously. At the monk’s nod, he pouted. “Well that’s lame.”
“You call it lame, I call it favorable.” Miroku finally moved his arm revealing a frown crinkling his brow. “Although…”
“What?” Shippou urged suddenly excited.
“I find their new sudden behavior, odd.” He answered. “Not necessarily bad but odd.”
“How so?” Sango kneeled beside him offering him a bowl of steaming stew.
Gratefully, Miroku sat up to take the steaming bowl before relaying, “It’s as if they are recovering.” He muttered.
Surprised, Sango delicately swallowed her soup. “That’s good then.”
Shaking his head, Miroku lowered his bowl. “You misunderstood me. I meant to say they behave like recovering addicts.”
Both Shippou and Sango gawked at him. Shippou spoke first. “But demons don’t have addictive natures. At least where that stuff is concerned…then again, maybe…I don’t know.” He finally shrugged and scratched his head confused, his hair curling around his claws.
“But what makes you so sure monk?”
“I’m not. It’s merely a suspicion of mine. They all behave like addicts. They show signs of severe withdrawal; shakes, cold sweat, nausea, violent tantrums. However, the male with the girl at his side seem to be faring much better than the males with a partner. In fact, he showed no symptoms at all. It makes no sense.”
“Is it the possible the girl is providing a means to support that male’s habit?”
“I doubt it. If anything, she could be relieving it. But if this is a drug they are dealing with, that would mean that someone out there is providing or secretly poisoning these males. Most likely, without their knowledge.” Shaking his head Miroku sighed, “I haven’t the slightest idea how they could accomplish that.”
They all sat in silence pondering various things when Sango finally said with a thoughtful frown. “But to avoid this suspicion, wouldn’t the culprit keep close the males to keep them under the influence to make sure it appears as mysterious illness rather than an addiction?”
Miroku blinked blankly at his wife then paled. He didn’t think of that. It was possible the culprit was taking advantage of his absence to provoke the males again. He was on his feet in the next instant and tearing out of the hut into the forest. “Inform the villagers they may have to relocate on short notice should things go wrong.”
Nodding Sango watched him, worry heavy in her brown eyes as he disappeared into the thick brush of the forest.
Speeding through the trees and hopping over fallen logs, Miroku slowed when he neared the barrier. In the back of his mind, on an awareness reserved for supernatural energies, he could feel disturbances in his barrier. A sign that meant they were attempting to breach it. Alarmed, he braced himself as he rushed into the clearing and stopped at the sight of the males awake and feral pummeling away at his barrier with a savagery he’s never seen. He looked around for the lone male with the village girl and was relieved to find him to be awake and of a sound mind standing protectively in front of her. The other males mindlessly pounded and clawed at the barrier seemingly oblivious to Miroku standing there watching them openly with worry. Their eyes were glazed over and seemingly sightless as they fought to reach whatever or ‘whoever’ they wished to get to. From where they all congregated on the eastside of the barrier, the culprit had to be in that direction.
After a time, Miroku rounded the barrier until he was close enough to the seemingly sober male to ask him, “What happened?”
The male shook his head at a loss. “I do not know. I felt a pull on my blood and awoke the same tame as they have. The call must be stronger for them since they have lost all reason and wont heed to my words.”
“You are their alpha then?”
The male looked to Miroku and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Who are you?”
“I go by Miroku. I have erected this barrier for your safety and the people of my village.”
The male looked at him for a moment then to the males still fighting the barrier. “Drop the barrier. It will fall anyway so I’ll erect a stronger one myself.”

“I would do so gladly, however I mean no offense when I say I’m unsure of your state of mind.”
“As undeserving as you are of my honor, you have my word that no ill will should befall your people.” The pale Inu assured icily. “Drop it.” he then demanded.
After a heartbeat, Miroku sighed and unwillingly allowed the barrier to fall from his conscious and felt the crackling energy of the demon’s barrier erect right after his fell. The males on the inside barely noticed the difference as they attacked the new barrier with just as much vigor. One grew exhausted and passed out against the wall of the barrier.
The demon calmly left the barrier toting the demure village girl after him. He watched the males on the inside silently alongside Miroku.
A moment passed as the trio watched the males exhaust themselves attacking the barrier when Miroku frowned. “When you said you felt a call upon your blood…” The monk started not taking his eyes off the males in the barrier. “…what did you mean, exactly?”
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