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Crescent Moon	By : FlameWolf666 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 14740 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything from Inuyasha. Nor do I profit from writing this story. This is just for fun.

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Author's Note: I have a lot on my irl plate right now but I will try to update this more often. I'm sorry for the long pauses. Please keep reading and I hope you enjoy the story.
Chapter Sixteen: Visiting Family
Flame yawned and stretched sleepily, nestling into the silk covers of the bed. She felt comfortable and content, sighing as she rolled over. That was when she felt someone gently shaking her arm. Grumbling, the sleepy female rolled away from whoever was trying to wake her up. She was far too comfy and didn't want to wake up. Unfortunately the person wasn't about to give up, just moving to the other side and jostling her again. “Mmf gomfway,” she muttered, moving away from the persistent person. A soft, male chuckle made her eyes pop open.
Flame sat up with a gasp, finding herself staring into Sesshomaru's amber eyes. The amused looking lord smirked down at her. Going beet red, Flame backed away from him. “Good morning,” he purred, looking very content with himself.
“L-lord Sesshomaru!” she squeaked in shock.
“Sorry to awaken you but you must get dressed and come with me,” he stated, still smiling. Gently, he threw her a white and pink traveling kimono. Flame wrinkled her nose at the outfit, not wanting to wear such an outfit again.
“Why can't I just wear my normal clothes?” she asked, plucking at the silky material in front of her.
“We are going to visit my mother,” he replied, the smile disappearing instantly. Flame went deathly pale as she looked at Sesshomaru.
“Y-your... but why?!” she gasped, horrified.
“I have some things that I must converse with her on,” he stated, looking at her pointedly.
“Why do I have to go?” she squeaked in a small voice.
“The conversation has a lot to do with you, now get dressed. We are already running late,” he bit out, looking annoyed.
Flame made a small noise and ran into the bathroom attached to Sesshomaru's room. She got dressed hurriedly and tied her long, black hair back into a ponytail. She snuck on her tennis shoes, figuring the long pants of her kimono would hide them from sight. They were a lot more comfortable to wear than the shoes they had here. Once she was done, she sprinted out of the bathroom. Sesshomaru merely stared down at her before turning and leaving the room.
Flame trotted close behind him, following him out to the front courtyard. Sesshomaru opened his only arm, gesturing her to come close. Knowing what was going to happen next, Flame huddled as close to Sesshomaru's side as she could and closed her eyes. She felt Sesshomaru's strong arm wrap around her and hold her tight. She could feel the youki cloud form under her feet and slowly lift into the air. As she felt her feet leave the ground, she gripped onto the silk of Sesshomaru's shirt. He purred softly to reassure her and tightened his hold slightly.
Slowly, Flame opened her hazel eyes to look around. The cloud flew high above the trees at an incredible speed. She found herself wrapping her arms around Sesshomaru's solid waist and hanging on for dear life. They had never gone this fast before and she was afraid the strong wind was simply going to blow her away. “You're perfectly safe,” Sesshomaru said warmly.
The small female couldn't help but be startled at what he said. It was almost as if he could read her mind. She looked up to find him gazing down at her with honey colored eyes. Strands of his silver hair flew into his face but he didn't seem fazed. His eyes swirled with several emotions as their gazes locked. Flame felt her heart lurch in her chest as well as a spike of arousal. He emanated a strange energy that called to a more primitive part of her brain. “Sesshomaru,” she whispered quietly, her heart beating hard.
Sesshomaru gazed down at his human, his heart filling with many emotions at once. All of them were strange and new to Sesshomaru and he didn't know what to make of them. The strongest emotion he felt was love as well as loyalty to the small female. He found himself wanting to taste her lips. She was looking up at him with lust and love in her eyes, only serving to flame his passion. His whispered name came from her lips, making him wish to kiss her even more. “Flame,” he whispered, his voice warm and full of love. Slowly he bent down until he captured her soft lips in a gentle kiss.
Flame's eyes fluttered shut as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She opened her mouth to allow him access, battling his tongue with hers. Her fingers entangled in his silken hair as she moaned into his mouth. Her groin throbbed with arousal as she returned his kiss with fervor. Finally she had to break for air, panting as her legs shook. Wave after wave of arousal washed through her as she gazed into Sesshomaru's eyes. Right now she wanted nothing more than for him to take her. “Sesshomaru...,” she whispered, her voice full of longing.
Sesshomaru growled softly, smelling the arousal rolling off his human. He could see the yearning in her eyes. He found himself wanting to comply, wanting to mate this small female. Rumbling in his chest, he bent down and nipped gently at her neck. She gasped and tilted her head to give him easier access. This small gesture awoke his more dominant side and he growled, pulling her closer. He nipped her neck harder, nearly drawing blood. He had to fight back the urge to give her a mating mark right then. His beast clamored at him to claim her. Breathing in sharply, he pulled away.
Flame's vision had gone nearly black when he bit her. She whimpered when he pulled away, leaning into him. Something deep inside cried out to him. She wanted him to claim her, to assert his dominance. The need to have him do so almost frightened her but she couldn't stop herself. “Sesshomaru... please,” she pleaded. She felt him stiffen beside her and draw in another sharp breath. She was sure that if she could see his eyes, she would have seen them flash red.
“Do not ask this,” he whispered, sounding like he was gritting his teeth.
“I want this. Please, make me yours,” she pleaded, unable to stop the words from coming out. She felt him tighten his grip on her and heard him growling softly.
“I cannot. Not yet,” he bit out, barely managing to keep control of himself. Every muscle in his body twitched in his effort to restrain himself.
Flame could feel the intensity of his own need as he fought to control himself. From just looking at him, she could tell it would take only a small push to make this go beyond the point of no return. Through her haze, a small bit of caution began to come through. What would be the consequences of pushing him beyond his control? Sesshomaru didn't want to make her his mate and if she pushed him, that's what would happen. Suddenly it dawned upon her that he had said 'Not yet.' Hope swelled inside her as she regained control of herself.
Taking deep breaths, she tried to get her arousal to subside. Slowly her lust went away and Sesshomaru visibly relaxed. She felt his hand move from her shoulder to the top of her head. Slowly his hand pet her head. His slender fingers brushed through the long strands, letting the hair run through his fingers. The gentle caressing slowly made Flame start to feel very sleepy and content. She leaned against Sesshomaru's side and nuzzled against his shirt.
Sesshomaru slowly relaxed as the smell of her arousal faded. He contented himself with petting her gently. Her hair was wonderfully soft and smelled of roses. As she leaned into him, he felt a surge of protectiveness. He looked down at her, a fierce look in his eyes. This small human was so fragile, he needed to make sure she was safe. As he looked forward, he mused on his purpose for this journey. If all went well, this small human... no... Flame, would be his. Even if it didn't, he was prepared to break the rules of his family. He wouldn't dishonor Flame by making her a mistress.
Hours passed slowly as Flame watched the trees blur by underneath them. Sesshomaru's hand was on her side and holding her gently. The sky had begun to take an orange tinge, heralding the arrival of nightfall. As the sun slowly set, Flame's stomach let out a loud roar of complaint. Sesshomaru looked down at her, amused, as she blushed. Gently, the cloud descended into the forest. “W-we don't have to stop,” she stammered in embarrassment.
“Nonsense,” he responded, his voice hard. His eyes bored into her, pinning her in place and let her know there was no room for argument.
Once they landed and the cloud disappeared, Sesshomaru made a small fire and went into the forest. He didn't venture far and killed a small rabbit. He skinned and gutted it before he returned to camp. He skewered the rabbit on a sharpened stick Flame made, positioning it over the fire. He sat next to Flame, pulling her close with his right arm. They sat in silence as they watched the rabbit cook.
The rabbit steamed and hissed as Sesshomaru pulled it from the fire. He held the skewer gingerly as it cooled. Once he deemed it cool enough, he handed over the roasted rabbit. Flame devoured most of the animal quickly. Once she was full, she leaned back and belched. Mortified, she covered her mouth and blushed. “Excuse me,” she replied, embarrassed.
Sesshomaru smiled down at her, standing to his feet and offering his hand. Flame grasped his hand and stood to her feet. He pulled her close to his side as his youki cloud formed under them again. As they rose into the air, he kept Flame steady. “We will have to travel through the night,” he stated as the resumed flight.
“Is it that urgent?” she asked, clinging onto his shirt.
“Yes, but don't worry. You can sleep,” he responded, rubbing her arm. Flame stared up at the stoic lord, bewildered. His jaw was set and he had a stern, determined look on his face. The energy around him sparked with tenseness. Deciding to subside, Flame became quiet and watched the scenery whiz by under them.
As the hours ticked by and the night wore on, Flame found herself growing sleepy. She leaned against Sesshomaru and yawned. “Sleep,” he murmured, petting her gently.
“I don't want to,” she yawned, nuzzling the silky fabric of his shirt.
Despite how much she wanted to stay awake, the gentle petting was lulling her to sleep. Vaguely she realized that Sesshomaru was now kneeling and picking her up in his only arm. Gently, he held her close against him and rumbled gently. Flame nuzzled into his chest with a soft sigh and drifted off into a deep sleep.
The next thing she knew she was being jostled awake but a small thump. She opened her eyes tiredly to see they had landed on a huge stone platform. Sesshomaru gently set her down, holding onto her until she was awake enough to stand on her own. Before them was a giant set of stone steps leading up to an ornate red and gold throne. Upon the throne sat a severe looking silver-haired female. She was dressed in rich furs and a pure white kimono. Her cold, amber eyes rested on Sesshomaru steadily.
“Is this human the one you spoke of?” she asked in a deadpan voice.
“Yes, mother,” he replied, a cold edge to his voice.
“Bring her forward then. I should have expected as much from you. You are your father's son after all,” she replied, sounding almost bored.
Sesshomaru tightened his hand into a fist as he stalked forward. Flame followed closely behind him, clutching her hands to his chest. The aura of anger was thick in the air as the moved closer to the lounging Queen. Sesshomaru stopped a couple feet in front of his mother, moving his hand behind Flame and moving her to the front.
The tall female stood to her feet, towering over even Sesshomaru. She stalked forward, looking down at Flame with a contempt that someone would show a bug. “She's not much. Although I sense a sleeping power deep inside her. Are you telling me this whelp is worthy of bearing the western line?!” she snapped, turning her blazing gaze on Sesshomaru.
Sesshomaru bristled and showed his fangs to his mother. “Its her because I will take no other,” he growled, his eyes flashing red. The demoness narrowed her amber eyes before smiling cruelly.
“Let us test her then,” she snarled, grinning. With a flick of the wrist, she opened a huge hole in reality behind Flame. A strong wind sucked Flame in stealing the breath from her.
Sesshomaru froze in horror as Flame was sucked into the portal to the underworld. He watched as the events played out before him in slow motion. Flame's life left her body as she was slowly sucked in, then time resumed and she was gone. Without a thought, he bolted into the dark portal. He floated in an endless abyss, looking around for any sign of Flame. He had to find her within five minutes or she would be lost forever.
Finally he landed on a small, dark bit of land. The narrow pathway stretched before him into the darkness. All around him cries of damned souls rose around him. Skeletal hands reached up and tried to grab his pants as he walked. Just ahead of him was a trail of blood drops. Sesshomaru's heart halted in his chest when he saw the trail. It veered off the trail and into the pit of grasping, dead hands. There he saw Flame's lifeless body sink down into the hands.
Grasping the sheath of Tenseiga, he leapt into the air and swiped at the hands pulling her down. An arc of light flung from his sword and flew into the hands, disintegrating them instantly. Flame's body floated in suspension as the hands slowly regenerated. Sesshomaru flew down, grabbing her body in his arm. Glaring, he swung Tenseiga to open another portal in space. As the portal opened, a bright light came from Tenseiga and enveloped Sesshomaru's left arm stub. He felt an intense tingling as his left arm slowly grew back.
Ignoring this fact for the time being, Sesshomaru leapt out of the portal, landing in front of his glowering mother. Glaring back at the intimidating woman, he swiped his sword through the demons of death. Flame gasped as life returned to her body. Sesshomaru knelt beside her immediately and held her close. He nuzzled her hair, breathing her scent and wrapping his arms around her. “Flame...,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.
“L-lord Sesshomaru?” she asked, looking rather confused.
“Well done. But be warned, that was but your own test. Hers is yet to come my son,” the demoness hissed, glaring down at the pair. Sesshomaru glared at his mother, picking up a stunned Flame in his arms.
“What's going on? When did you get your arm back?” Flame asked, looking bewildered. Sesshomaru didn't answer her questions, instead forming his youki cloud beneath them and lifting off.
“You forget what night it is my child but you will remember,” she whispered, looking up at the darkening sky.
As they flew, Sesshomaru looked around. His mother had delayed them long enough that it was reaching nightfall. Slowly a full moon rose into the sky. Sesshomaru started, staring at the moon in disbelief. Swiftly he lowered the cloud to the ground as his vision began to bleed red. It was coming quickly and he couldn't stop in. As they landed, he shoved Flame away from him and doubled over in pain. “G-get away,” he growled, his voice changing to a deep growling noise. His eyes flared red as his body contorted.
Flame backed away, watching Sesshomaru contort and twist as he seemed to be fighting something off. Suddenly, in a bright flash of light, he transformed into his gigantic, white dog form. The beast had a wild look in its eyes as it glared at her. Growls ripped from the mountainous canine's chest as he looked her over. “L-lord Sesshomaru?” she squeaked in a shaky voice.
The huge canine bared its fangs at her, lifting its tail high in the air. The huge beast circled around her, the ground beneath her shaking as it walked. Something in the way he was posturing plucked at her memory. It vaguely reminded her of how wild wolves challenged each other for dominance.
On a hunch, she lowered herself to all fours on the ground. Sesshomaru growled louder and she swallowed, trying to get rid of her fear. She rolled onto her back, tilting her head to the side and exposing her neck. She closed her eyes and prayed as she heard the growls taper off. The huge canine placed its fangs on her neck, pressing down slightly. It took everything in her to not panic as he increased pressure just a bit. He growled softly, his sharp fangs very nearly drawing blood. Flame didn't dare move.
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