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Secret Possession	By : SakuraAngel1 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 44853 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
- 1-His
- 2-Hers
- 3-Theirs
- 4-Escape
- 5-Loss
- 6-Encounter
- 7-Blood
- 8-Regret
- 9-Plans
- 10-Emotion
- 11-Error
- 12-Pain
- 13-Death
- 14-The Meeting
- 15-The Taking
- 16-The Recovery
- 17-The Uninvited
- 18-The Terms
- 19-The Damned
- 20-The Dilemma
- 17
- 18
- 19
Chapter 18: The Terms
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Rage…
White-hot, searing and blinding rage.
Even after his death, the intense scorching feeling of his wrath echoed within the perpetual darkness that plagued the afterlife and it was the only thing that he could feel.
He had managed to kill the inu Taiyoukai after he had ambushed him, even going so far as to make a deal with the lowly hanyou that had once called himself, Naraku…but…
But…
Out of fury, Masanori swiftly struck out his large, muscular arm and his deadly claw connected with a poor, unfortunate servant without warning. The splatter of blood splashed heavily against the walls and wooden floor as the delicate, paper scroll she delivered dropped from her own clawed hand and rolled slowly towards the bear Taiyoukai’s muddied black boots.
“What are you waiting for?! CLEAN IT UP!” Masanori demanded furiously with more of a roar than a growl, as he spotted two other servants waiting outside of his study.
His pair of deep emerald colored eyes darkened murderously and his claws flexed restlessly as the two other nervous, lowly youkai servants entered into his study to quickly clean up the bloodied and gory remains of their fellow worker.
With an angry swish of his orange and red kimono, Masanori turned away from the pair of workers and began to pace back and forth fiercely as he pondered on what had occurred.
The lovely, raven haired miko had successfully given birth to the loathsome and arrogant inu Taiyoukai’s pups according to the scroll message he had received from his spies upon his return.
The thought of it was repulsive.
The fact that Sesshoumaru’s children managed to live and breathe the same air as he did, lit a internal and vicious fire within his veins; so much so, that he was very close to burning down his whole castle as a result of his fury.
The moment the pups were out of their mother’s womb, they would continue to grow stronger with each passing day…but, these were not normal inuyoukai pups.
They were birthed from Kagome’s body; a protector of the Shikon jewel with untapped extraordinary reiki abilities. Undoubtedly, those valuable abilities would be passed on to any of her offspring, regardless of which father sired them.
It was unnerving, but nonetheless, Masanori still wished to remedy that little problem.
Kagome was his and his alone.
Masanori inwardly cursed himself to the lower depths of Hell for not seeing this coming as he recalled the few times the impertinent, arrogant mongrel had managed to interfere with his plans of kidnapping the young miko.
At first, it was a mere coincidence that Sesshoumaru happened upon one of his men trying to acquire the strangely dressed miko. The Taiyoukai seemingly had no interest whatsoever in the beautiful, ebony haired priestess.
Rightfully so…
No matter how attractive the priestess looked with her soft, porcelain colored skin, long delicious legs, and subtle, rounded curves…the bottom line was that Kagome was still human.
And it was a well known fact, that Sesshoumaru detested humans above all else.
But still, the human-hating Taiyoukai decided to rescue the miko from one of his men’s clutches and it was done in such a reluctant manner that Masanori was sure that Sesshoumaru would never bother to interfere ever again.
The brawny and handsome red haired bear Taiyoukai raised a clawed hand to his temple and smoothed back his short locks with a heavy, frustrated sigh accompanied with a low, irritable growl.
What he thought would be the last of Sesshoumaru interfering with his plans of taking Kagome, actually became the first of many of the inu’s meddlesome interruptions.
With each rescue, it appeared as though the Taiyoukai was becoming more attached to the young human woman, but at the time, Masanori nor did anyone else actually believed it.
No.
Sesshoumaru hated humans; it was simple as that.
Masanori surmised that the silver haired inuyoukai perhaps owed the miko a few favors and being that the Western Lord held his honor in high regard, probably obliged.
There couldn’t have been any other explanation for it at the time.
But deep down inside of him, Masanori was becoming paranoid by the day.
There was no possible way that Sesshoumaru of all people would believe the rumors associated with the powerful sword called the Kamiken and even so, there was no way that he would go as far as to be mated to a human woman in order to obtain it.
The sword was to be bequeathed to the Celestial Heir…the offspring of the most great and powerful beings to have ever roam the vast lands of this world.
The Gods themselves would deem the child worthy of their immense spiritual power by leaving their telltale mark upon the offspring’s forehead and with it, the Gods would leave their greatest gift behind…
A sword unrivaled with any other.
No one knew what abilities the Kamiken held within its blades, as the sword did not exist yet.
But the appeal of something so powerful and potentially destructive was what lured demons far and wide into going after protectors of the Shikon Jewel.
Yes, one could have unlimited power with the Shikon Jewel if they wished upon it, however only fools would be naïve enough to do that. The Shikon no Tama required a selfless wish in order for one’s wish to be truly successful without suffering the consequences that the jewel may bestow.
With the Kamiken, however, infinite power without consequence would literally be in one’s hand.
Masanori glared at the two servants who had carried the broken, bleeding body of the other out of his study; silently fuming as a trail of rapidly spilling blood droplets leaked across his wooden floor and out of the shoji doors of his office, before they quickly returned to clean up the horrific blood scene.
He turned his attention to a nearby window and narrowed his eyes at the afternoon sky outside.
Sesshoumaru had almost every powerful sword he could name, but those swords originally belonged to his father, with the exception of Tokijin…they were not something that the inuyoukai had obtained on his own.
If one were to go on a conquest of supreme power, then an unrivaled, legendary sword would rightfully be on one’s list.
Masanori felt like a poor, worthless fool for underestimating Sesshoumaru.
Nothing would stop the inuyoukai from obtaining what he desired and supreme power was what the Taiyoukai wished to accomplish.
Masanori balled his clawed hand into angry, shaking fists as a plan started to form into his dark mind.
If Sesshoumaru thought that he was going to let Kagome go so easily without having a few tricks up sleeve, then surely the pathetic dog had another thing coming.
~*~*~
Elegantly, Akane straightened her form and turned to face her son with a small smile as she heard the door to his private study slide close with an angry snap.
“My dearest son, what a pleasure to see you again and with such a joyous occasion! I just wanted to see my grandsons that I’ve heard so much about,” Akane smiled tensely.
Sesshoumaru began to walk menacingly towards his mother. His unhurried, yet elegant stride silently promised the former Lady a slow, tortuous death as the lengthening claws at his side twitched in anticipation.
“You dared to threaten my mate…” Sesshoumaru growled angrily; slightly baring his bright, white fangs.
If Kagome had ordered for his mother punished when the female inuyoukai begged for mercy, he would’ve gladly obliged without a second’s hesitation.
Akane gave a fake apologetic smile and threw her smaller, delicate clawed hands up in submission.
“Come now, my dearest son. Do you think I would truly harm her? I just wanted to see the little ones, that is all,” Akane said in a gentle voice that didn’t suit her usual malicious nature.
Languidly, the female inuyoukai made her way to the large circular window behind her son’s study desk upon the tatami mat covered floor and began to stare indifferently outside at the familiar, colorful gardens.
But it was evident in her submitting youki that she was trying to put as much distance as possible away from her powerful and irritated son.
Akane still had her back turned to her son, as she started to speak; nearly afraid to look at him in the eye just in case she further enraged him.
“Your father’s bastard is dead, I’ve heard,” Akane announced with a pleased smirk.
“Hn,” Sesshoumaru replied simply, but only he knew the truth and hopefully, it would stay that way.
The bastard hanyou was dead, but now he was missing and it wouldn’t be too long before the idiotic half-breed, which had unfortunately shared the same powerful youkai blood as Sesshoumaru, would come back for his Kagome.
That notion annoyed the stoic, yet furious Taiyoukai to no end.
“…Then you have it, I presume?” Akane asked vaguely, but Sesshoumaru still knew what his mother meant by her question.
When her question was met with a heavy, but knowing silence, Akane finally met her son’s sharp, amber gaze. Cold amber clashed with an even icier amber stare as the two inuyoukai silently acknowledged the weight of her words; knowing full well that InuTaisho had completely underestimated his son’s determination of obtaining true, limitless power.
Once again, Akane broke her stare, feeling the heavy weight of dominance radiating from her impassive son and greeted a nearby beautifully painted scroll with a haughty, red lipped smirk.
“I must say, that I am quite proud of your latest accomplishment, although you are now tied to a human mate,” Akane said smugly.
Her son finally managed to achieve what many youkai over the centuries had failed to do…
Successfully mating and obtaining offspring from a Shikon miko.
There were many tales that the youkai that had fought Midoriko desired her for ability to produce immortal offspring, but as time had proved again and again with Midoriko and Kikyo; they were unsuccessful in capturing the powerful women.
But of course, Akane knew she shouldn’t be surprised about her son’s recent accomplishment, because when he truly wanted to obtain something, he would eventually get it…
Sesshoumaru’s other latest accomplishment made the inu demoness even prouder of her son, but mainly because it resonated on a personal level for her, per say.
Her mate’s bastard hanyou son was finally dead.
This was truly a glorious time for the Masaharu bloodline: a powerful miko mate for her son, two male heirs for the Western Lands, the bastard hanyou was dead and now, the Tetsusaiga and eventually the Kamiken would belong to Sesshoumaru…
Quietly and with such a deadly grace, Sesshoumaru walked purposefully over to his mother who still avoided his gaze at the moment.
“Cease wasting my time on obtaining information that you already know, Mother. Tell me about the Kamiken or my human mate will decide your form of punishment,” Sesshoumaru threatened menacingly.
Akane stiffened at her son’s harsh words, before a cruel smile broke out upon her beautiful, narrow face.
“Is it The Terms you wish to speak of, my dear son?” Akane questioned teasingly, knowing full well that was what Sesshoumaru was referencing to.
Sesshoumaru gave no response as his eyes narrowed dangerously and the bones of his lengthening clawed hands cracked warningly at the white haired woman standing behind the large, mahogany floor desk of his study.
Akane merely gave a small “hmph” at his silent threat and folded her slender arms into the long, silken sleeves of her colorful kimono, before she rose up her chin slightly.
“If that is what you wish to know, then I have a few terms of my own…starting with that human woman of yours.”
~*~*~
Conflicted…
If there was ever such a word to perfectly describe the various intense, jumbled feelings of his heart right now, then conflicted would suit them just fine.
Sango…his poor, beautiful taijiya.
She had already lived a life of sorrow and heartache. Losing her entire clan, her father and having her amnestic brother manipulated by the dark hanyou, Naraku was already taking its toll on her weary heart.
Now, this…
Screwing his eyes shut tightly, Miroku swallowed hard as he silently handed the piece of parchment back to the messenger, who stood quietly next to the sitting monk chained to dungeon wall.
It was a very long, moment filled with silence as Miroku remembered the words that were written on the paper. As a houshi, he was taught peace above all else, but the more he thought about Sango’s current situation, the more angrier he became.
Miroku’s hands tightly clung to his purple and black robes that were rested on his lap as he tilted back his head to rest it on the hard, stony wall behind him. He swallowed desperately and constantly over the large lump that started to form in his throat, while trying to hold on to the last bit of strength that he had that was preventing him from bursting into tears of sorrow.
His beloved friends…they had all suffered at Sesshoumaru’s hand.
Kagome, a girl so sweet and so pure, with a vivacious and heartwarming smile that could light up the entire world, had been kidnapped and raped, now birthed the vile bastard’s twin sons.
Inuyasha: albeit boisterous, brash and hot-headed, had been slaughtered brutally along with their comrade, Koga, without an ounce of mercy or regret by the same despicable being that shared the same inu blood.
And Sango…
Miroku’s heart was already broken when he received the first pair of news, but upon hearing her fate and what had occurred, it felt as though his heart had shattered into a million irreparable pieces.
The poor, young taijiya suffered a fate worse than death and understandably so, Miroku knew that Sango was begging for her life to be cut short.
She asked for it once, when her clan was wiped out…now…
Miroku could feel the tears starting to cloud his vision as he swallowed the bit of bile that threatened to overcome the hard lump in his throat.
The thought of her broken body being cruelly and repeatedly used night after night by lascivious youkai for sheer carnal pleasure, sickened the young priest beyond comprehension.
Sure, Miroku was deemed and called a pervert from time to time, but such thoughts now enraged and sickened the dismayed monk.
What enraged him even further was that he could not do a single thing for her or his other dear friend, Kagome.
Numbly, he cast his eyes down at his once cursed hand, wishing he still could use his Wind Tunnel to help him out.
At the very least, his young kitsune friend, Shippo was unharmed, albeit wary of his current surroundings and situation in the Western Land’s castle.
Somehow, Miroku needed to get out of the dungeons and rescue Kagome, Shippo and Kirara from this castle and then go save Sango from the youkai brothel. Even though he was just a mere disarmed human now, he still longed to save his friends, even if it cost him his life again.
“Thank you,” Miroku mumbled hoarsely as he struggled to hold back his own tears.
The tall man standing in front of him within the dirty, stony cell simply nodded; a nod that silently indicated to the houshi that he would return with more news.
Turning on his heel, with an elegant swish of a long dark, high ponytail and luxurious indigo colored kimono, Makoto left the small, filthy prison cell.
The handsome, dark haired kitsune could tell that the monk was upset by the news, but was grateful that the human didn’t break his promise of silence. He didn’t wish to draw some unnecessary attention to the newly revived priest and he certainly didn’t wish to be discovered as a spy for Koga, that in itself would warrant a brutal death wish from the impassive dog demon Lord that he served.
Repressing a shudder at the turn of violent, bloodied and tortuous thoughts, Makoto focused his attention on leaving the dungeons without causing suspicion. He did so by playing his part carefully, looking in and checking on the current state of other prisoners as he walked by each cell.
When he passed by the last of the few occupied cells, he inwardly released a sigh.
It was very hard to play the role of a spy, especially when he served a sharp-minded Lord that could easily pick up deception, if one was not careful. Makoto knew that Sesshoumaru wouldn’t hesitate to display the various degrees of cruelness and brutality that the inuyoukai possessed in the form of public punishment.
It was what kept the youkai of the Western Lands in check and why Sesshoumaru was a well respected and fearsome Lord.
Not only did Sesshoumaru earn the nickname, the Killing Perfection because of his assassination skills during the Great Youkai War, he also earned a lesser known nickname that was only known to those who have witnessed his cruelty during executions and punishments....
The Sadistic Prince.
Makoto repressed another shudder as he tried to block the memories of some of Sesshoumaru’s vicious tortures. No matter how hard someone begged, the Taiyoukai would just impassively stare at his victim with no remorse, no ounce of mercy as he continued to carry out his torment; usually using his own claws as he preferred to feel the tearing and breaking of flesh and bone with warm blood running through his hands.
Once, Makoto witnessed the inuyoukai literally rip apart an unfortunate, but insolent human Samurai commander to a million unrecognizable pieces of shredded armor and a glob of melted flesh and bubbling blood that sizzled on the ground due to Sesshoumaru’s potent poisonous claws.
The primal, murderous look in Sesshoumaru’s eyes even worried Katsutoshi, who had a knack for just being plain cruel, though the other inuyoukai would be quick to deny it.
Now that Sesshoumaru had been mated, by nature he was going to be extremely overly protective of his mate and pups; the dark haired kitsune could only imagine what other vicious tortures that the inuyoukai would come up with, if someone dared to harm his family.
Sango was just his latest victim, but that scheme was mostly suggested by Sesshoumaru’s crazy younger, brutish cousin.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the violent tree, that’s for sure, Makoto inwardly sighed as he started to head out of the dungeons.
“Well, well…look who we have here. A fox that doesn’t know when to mind his own business? Tsk, tsk…I’m sure that Lord Sesshoumaru would be interested to hear this,” A deep voice sneered as Makoto stepped out of the dungeons.
Shit, Makoto inwardly cursed as his heart suddenly dropped into the pits of his stomach.
Speak of the devil…
Cursing his damned luck, Makoto closed his bright, blue eyes and forced a sly smile upon his face; pretending to not be fazed by Katsutoshi’s sudden appearance.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite Captain! Have you finally decided to take your duties seriously and boss us small people around? Because I am certainly delighted by your presence,” Makoto grinned forcefully.
Katsutoshi scoffed.
“Cut the bullshit, Fox. I know what you were doing in there and I can assure you that Sesshoumaru isn’t going to be thrilled when he finds out that you’ve been sticking your dumbass nose where it shouldn’t be,” Katsutoshi growled as he watched Makoto raised his hands in defense.
Makoto smiled innocently.
“Oh, whatever do you mean? Is it because I like to take a nice walk through the dungeons to clear my head or perhaps, unlike you, I am actually committed to doing my job. I’m sorry, not everyone is born of high status and gets an undeserving job handed to them,” Makoto smirked haughtily as the inuyoukai bristled at his statement.
Katsutoshi’s lips twitched as he suppressed the urge to bare his fangs; deciding to play the kitsune’s game and retorting instead.
“Still jealous, I see? If that’s still an issue, take it up with our Lord. But in the meantime, I would worry about what he is going to do with a suspicious liar,” Katsutoshi stated.
Angrily, the brawny inuyoukai lashed out and slammed shut the large door that led to the dungeons right behind Makoto with a loud resonating bang; Katsutoshi’s large arm effectively pinning the handsome kitsune between him and the closed dungeon door.
Makoto smirked at the closeness of the irate inuyoukai; knowing deep inside that he knew how to further irritate and distract the other male from the situation at hand.
“Aww, a suspicious liar? Is that all I am to you, Katsutoshi? And here, I thought we had something quite special going on…” Makoto mocked tenderly as he boldly reached up and straightened the collar of the Captain’s haori suggestively.
Instantly, Katsutoshi’s large clawed hand wrapped itself around the kitsune’s throat, but it only fueled Makoto’s amusement even further as his eyes lit up in glee and his smug smirk broke out into a full, fanged smile.
“Touch me again and I’ll end you right here, Makoto. Make no mistake,” Katsutoshi threatened with a loud snarl.
Makoto tilted back his head and chuckled darkly as his eyes started to darken sinisterly.
“I do not fear your threats, Captain. While you’re position is slightly higher than mine, the last time I checked you’ve lost our little spar…in front of this whole castle, I might add. Make no mistake, little Katsu, I can still show you your proper place,” Makoto said boldly.
Makoto didn’t fear Katsutoshi, that was a given. Although the inuyoukai Captain was a wild and vicious fighter, he lacked true skill and carefulness, often using his blinding anger for combat. His older cousin, Sesshoumaru, on the other hand was the one to be truly feared.
Despite being cousins, Sesshoumaru was not the type to be drawn into conflict when it didn’t directly affect him. As long as Katsutoshi didn’t die and there were no enemies of the land involved, Sesshoumaru could care less about whatever fight his younger cousin got involved in.
It was a small, useless matter to him and as far as anyone was concerned, Makoto wasn’t spying or passing information along…he was temporarily taking over the job of checking on the prisoners.
“You smug piece of shit! I’ll expose you for what you are and then I’ll tear you limb from bloody limb and rip out your dangling guts, before I feast on your pathetic corpse!” Katsutoshi spat.
Makoto pouted playfully; oddly keeping his calm.
“Expose me? My, my…Katsutoshi, I know that you like it rough, but at least try to be gentle with me during my first time,” Makoto smirked as Katsutoshi bore his sharp fangs.
“Gentle? I’ll rip your throat out with my own teeth, for starters. How’s that for gentle?” The inuyoukai Captain snarled as he lunged forward.
Suddenly, a clawed hand wrapped itself around Katsutoshi’s own throat, effectively tossing him back and away from the amused, smug kitsune.
“Enough,” A cool, baritone voice demanded.
Sesshoumaru shot an icy, cold glare at the two canine youkai as he stood impassively in between the combatants; his stoic mask never once breaking, but if one knew him well, his eyes told a different story and that story this time, was that the Taiyoukai was pissed.
“Explain yourselves,” Sesshoumaru demanded icily.
Makoto straighten his extravagant looking haori and hakama set, before bowing lowly to the tallest and deadliest of the three males.
“Ah, forgive us, Lord Sesshoumaru. We were having a bit of a ‘lover’s quarrel’, you see,” Makoto grinned as Katsutoshi growled menacingly from the other side of the hallway at the mention of them being lovers.
“You fucking little-”
One murderous cold glare and silent promise of a painful death from Sesshoumaru was all it took to shut Katsutoshi’s loud mouth.
This was not the first time nor the last time that Makoto and Katsutoshi would fight, however, their useless bickering was the last thing Sesshoumaru needed to hear after a long, tedious week in the castle.
His patience was wearing thin, due to his mate, as Kagome still refused to willingly submit to him and constantly spurned his presence every time he entered their bedchambers to personally check on her.
The more she did it, the more his inner youkai was beginning to surface and now, it was becoming impossible to control his fury and frustration with her.
His little bitch was going to pay for disrespecting his Alpha status once she fully healed, that was for certain. Whether she was going to enjoy it or not, was to be determined then.
Sesshoumaru inwardly shook his head, trying his best to silence his irritated beast.
It had been a week since he had kissed Kagome on the futon after his mother threatened her and since then he had place a careful distance between the two of them, in order to make things less stressful for the miko.
However, as relieved as Kagome was of not having the stoic Taiyoukai around her and her little babies, it was infuriating and strenuous for Sesshoumaru, as their mating bond was slowly drawing out his domineering youkai.
His youkai practically demanded his mate’s attention, affection and respect. One way or another, Sesshoumaru’s iron-grip control was bound to slip up this week, if he didn’t do something to remedy the situation at hand.
Even if it meant resorting to using the rosary to cuddle with him for a little while, as long as it prevented his demon from enforcing sexual submission on her, then perhaps it would be worth it.
Hell, anything was better than the torment that his mating bond was doing to his beast.
It was enticing his beast to go after Kagome; enhancing everything about her almost as if she was in heat. From her ripened peach scent to her new rounded curves… it was as if the mating bond was waving a cup of water in front of a thirsty man after a summer-long drought.
This bond was testing all of his physical, emotional and mental limits far better than any youkai had ever managed to do so far and this truly worried the inu Taiyoukai. It was as though every passing moment, he was engaged in an internal struggle to not act on his demon Alpha instinct, for fear of hurting his delicate, human mate.
Their mating bond was internally presenting him a choice; get close to Kagome on his own, and gain some sort of contact or his youkai was going to do it.
Right now, Kagome was incapable of intimacy and even though Sesshoumaru was fully aware of that, he didn’t trust his youkai side to know that little fact and if it did know it, he was sure that it would capitalize more on Kagome’s submission than her comfort.
Sesshoumaru felt as though he was going to go insane from repressing his urges and quite frankly, he was growing tired of fighting with inner self.
This was a battle he was slowly losing…
Makoto and Katsutoshi exchanged dark, knowing expressions as they noticed the strained look in their Lord’s eyes.
They may hate each other for all eternity, but Sesshoumaru was the very thing that held the Western Lands together and currently, the demon Lord was not himself…in fact, to everyone close to him, Sesshoumaru looked slightly troubled and on the edge of losing control most of the time which did not bode well.
Makoto knew it was a small victory for Koga, Inuyasha and Kagome…but at what cost?
Even the dark haired kitsune knew that the miko was unintentionally playing with a deadly fire by not submitting to Sesshoumaru.
Although the kitsune was grateful for the small distraction from his potential accusation of spying, Sesshoumaru’s situation was drawing attention to an even bigger, underlying problem.
As much as Makoto hated to admit it, Kagome was better off pretending to be close to Sesshoumaru than just out right rejecting him at every chance; even his friend, Koga would agree with that.
It was much better for her to pacify his demon than to challenge it, because challenging it would bring her more unwelcomed and traumatizing pain. Even if it meant having a bit of physical contact from time to time, as long as it was consistent, it would keep Sesshoumaru’s inner demon at bay for little while.
Makoto admired the miko’s strong will, despite all that has happened to her, but this was one of the very dire situations where her strong will was going to produce a dark and unforgiving result, even worse than her mating.
Sesshoumaru was one of the very few demons that could control his primal instincts when it took over, which was better than Makoto could say for himself or anyone else that he knew, but the mere fact that even the usually impassive inuyoukai’s solid grip on his beast was slipping was truly alarming.
Although Sesshoumaru could easily revive her dead body, should anything happen to her…reviving her broken mind would be impossible. Makoto was afraid that if one more horrible thing happened to the poor miko, then surely the young human’s fragile mind would snap and as a result, would have her go completely mad.
It was common knowledge that one was incapable of killing a mate directly, the bond would never allow that to happen, so Sesshoumaru could never kill Kagome…but Makoto couldn’t guarantee that he could bring back the young miko to his awaiting wolf friend mentally intact.
Kagome was not a youkai, but she was in a youkai mating, which meant regardless of what she was, she had to play by their youkai mating rules, even if it meant doing the bare minimum requirements like simple physical contact.
It would be more for her sake and safety, rather than to satisfy the Taiyoukai’s urges.
Makoto needed to find a way to speak to Kagome in private within her heavily guarded bedchambers…and he needed to do so, immediately.
~*~*~
It was a hot, humid summer evening when Kagome had finished feeding her two sons again when Rin and Shippo had entered her bedchambers once again. Shortly after the incident with Akane, Sesshoumaru granted permission for the two eager children to go visit their adoptive mother, in the hopes that it would comfort the young miko.
She was eternally grateful that she finally got to see some warm, familiar faces in this hateful place and was glad that they were simply children; completely oblivious to the dark problems she had faced.
For just a little while, Kagome could focus on enjoying the youngsters’ well-needed company as they often came in to be with her and the tiny newborn infants. They would chat with her about the exciting things they did that day, about their proper lessons and would often bring her pieces of parchment paper with painted pictures of various things from the gardens outside to pictures of her and the new babies.
However, despite their daily distractions, Kagome could tell that Shippo knew there was something wrong; often using his visits with Rin to physically check on her.
Between the dark haired miko and auburn haired kitsune, they knew they couldn’t voice what they wanted to say and there seemed to be a silent agreement at every meeting that they would eventually speak in private.
Kagome would not tell the young kitsune what happened to her, but she did want to warn him about being careful around the Taiyoukai.
Every now and then, Kagome would sense his presence just outside of the large sleeping room as he waited silently in the ornately decorated receiving room. Although she was healed to the point where she could walk around now, Kagome didn’t bother to venture outside of the room with the massive futon, for fear of running into loathsome inuyoukai.
She felt like a caged bird, but this time it wasn’t Sesshoumaru who was limiting on where she could go; Kagome was limiting herself out of fear.
Kagome would be a fool if she didn’t admit to herself that she truly feared the Taiyoukai. He was powerful and if he wanted to, he could control her with the rosary around her neck.
When the servants had taken away her two sons to give the new mother some rest, Kagome tried her best to summon forth her miko abilities. Although she had no idea how to fully use them, she did know how to bring it out.
Kagome’s heart sank as she fought back tears of distress when she found out that Akane wasn’t lying about the rosary’s other effect; she could feel her power being quickly absorbed into the beautiful necklace as soon as it rose out of her.
She couldn’t panic…Kagome wouldn’t allow herself to show such weakness in front of these demons, especially in front of Sesshoumaru. So, she pushed back her silent and angry tears and started to think of ways on how to escape.
Sesshoumaru had left her defenseless in the hopes of getting her to depend on him.
That wasn’t going to happen.
She will break free from this horrific place and then maybe, Inuyasha would come back and murder this cold, heartless bastard.
But all of those thoughts didn’t help her current situation…eventually the stoic Taiyoukai would come back and she knew he wouldn’t be waiting in the receiving room anymore...
Kagome inwardly shook away her worrisome thoughts and tried to focus on the smiling children next to her.
Rin was very excited about holding her two “little brothers” again and could hardly contain her enthusiasm as she bounced giddily in her seat on the plush futon.
Of course, when the little girl first saw them, she remarked at how the two looked so similar to her favorite Taiyoukai and practically begged to hold them. After gesturing the young human girl to sit closer to her and properly showing her how to hold them once again, Kagome handed a sleeping white haired Seishiro over to the ecstatic Rin.
Kagome smiled gently as Rin tentatively reached up to touch Seishiro’s small balled fist that he was sleepily gnawing on and watched as the little girl’s smile widened when she noticed that he was sniffing her hand with his tiny nose, before the pup relaxed from recognizing his older sister’s scent.
It appeared to be a little habit of her sons whenever someone held them, as they still couldn’t see with their eyes.
However, the sweet, floral scent from Rin seemed to have stirred the little, white haired baby in her arms as the young girl drew in a sharp gasp; startling the protective miko.
When Kagome was going to question what was wrong, she too couldn’t help but to gasp in surprise.
Perplexed, Shippo, who had been standing next to Kagome on the wooden floor, began to lean in towards the two females; trying to decipher what was wrong.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Whoa…” Shippo trailed as he looked at the wriggling bundle that held the eldest of the two infants within Rin’s small arms.
They all gazed upon the white haired child as large, innocent golden colored eyes stared back in wonder up at them.
Seishiro had managed to open his eyes and was no longer temporarily blind as he curiously watched the large faces above him.
He recognized their scents…yes, they were familiar and they were kind to him.
Family…that was what his instincts told him; they didn’t pose any threat to his life.
However, it was his first time seeing them…these strange, large creatures before him wore the most curious expressions as they leaned in a bit closer to his face.
Instinctually, the young tiny, bundled pup tilted his little head to the side out of curiosity as his large, rounded orbs and slit-like pupils focused on the faces surrounding him; cutely sniffing the air with his tiny nose at each one to determine their identity.
When he finally scented and identified the being that was his mother, Seishiro focused his attention on her; becoming enthralled in her beauty as a small, watery smile started to spread across her face.
Seishiro recognized her...recognized his mother.
Kagome heart felt like it was going to burst out of joy at the warm sensation, but at the same time, it also felt like it was going to break into tiny little pieces as a bittersweet sensation swept over her.
“Hello…” Kagome said breathily as she carefully reached out to gently stroke his little, round striped cheek with the back of her index finger of her free hand.
He was so beautiful and so angelic, especially with his large, shining eyes filled with innocence…but at the same time, he looked very much like his father and it pained Kagome to have this special moment slightly marred by that loathsome demon.
Kagome swallowed down that bitter feeling and focused on the little bundle that was being held by Rin.
He had learned to open his eyes!
It was such a small feat, but at the same time it was a big accomplishment for the new child and Kagome couldn’t help but to feel warm pride.
Tenderly, Kagome turned her attention to the other bundle that was resting in her other arm as the younger twin was beginning to stir slowly.
It seemed that the welcomed presence of Rin and Shippo, as well as their own little curiosity was awakening the young twin lords.
Kagome watched with a small, watery chuckle as the raven colored, wavy haired twin slowly opened his eyes and blinked sleepily at his surroundings; yawning with his tiny mouth from the wonderful slumber he just had.
Drowsily, large stormy blue eyes blinked slowly up at the woman that held him in the dim lighting of the candle lit room.
“And good evening to you too, Shinji,” Kagome whispered tenderly to the raven haired pup as he sniffed at her as well; drawing Rin and Shippo’s attention to the baby that was now awake in their mother’s arm.
Shinji was even prettier and slightly more feminine than ever, now that his eyes were fully opened. His eyes were almost like hers, with the exception of his cat-like pupils.
Upon hearing his mother’s soft voice, the dark haired pup gave a soft whine before nuzzling a bit at Kagome’s swollen and warm breasts; trying to shy away from the larger creatures that stared back at him.
Kagome affectionately rubbed his little back as he timidly buried his face, before she cooed at the gorgeous, bashful pup.
“Shh…it’s okay, Shinji. That’s just Rin and Shippo…they’re not going to hurt you,” Kagome said soothingly, trying to coax the pup out of hiding.
Rin leaned in closer to the small, warm bundle in her adoptive Mother’s arm; carefully holding a still curious, cute little Seishiro in her smaller arms.
“Aww, it’s okay, little brother. You don’t have to hide,” Rin whispered gently as a little smile broke out upon her face.
Suddenly, another little whine could be heard, but this time it was from the squirming, warm bundle in Rin’s arms.
Shippo snickered at the little white haired pup as he noticed the infant was becoming quite envious at the attention that his younger twin was receiving.
“I think Seishiro is jealous,” Shippo chuckled.
“Rightfully so,” Said another voice from the doorway.
It was at that exact moment when Kagome and Shippo stiffened fearfully, as a bright joyful smile plastered itself upon Rin’s little face.
“Lord Sesshoumaru!” Rin said excitedly; mindful of the volume of her voice as she was in a room with a few youkai and a couple of babies.
Kagome averted her worried gaze from the doorway and started to shift uncomfortably in her position on the soft, massive futon; her heart pounding loudly in her ears.
Shippo immediately noticed the change of the warm atmosphere to a tense one as Sesshoumaru entered into the sleeping room. Even the pups noticed the slight change, although they seemingly welcomed their father into the room as their little auras brushed up against his large, dominating one, affectionately.
Quietly, the sleeping room’s ornately decorate screen door slid opened behind the Taiyoukai, revealing Atsuko who wore an anxious smile, as she bowed reverently.
“Come along, little children. You’ll see the young lords again tomorrow. The Lord and Lady need their rest for the night,” Atsuko said to Shippo and Rin, gesturing to the pair to come with her, so that Sesshoumaru could be alone with his mate.
Kagome shot a worried look at the female hawk youkai; slightly mortified that this was happening right now.
She didn’t want to be alone with the stoic, dog demon…she wasn’t mentally or emotionally prepared to deal with him tonight. Every time she was alone with him, he always tried to do something to her; the last time he kissed her.
Kagome visibly paled as a chill ran down her spine.
What if he decided to take things further tonight? Sesshoumaru had already raped her once; it was highly possible that he would try to force himself on her again.
Despite his apology, she was still wary of what he would try to do to her again.
Glancing over at Shippo who was peering at her nervously, she forced a small, strained smile on her face; trying to ensure the kitsune that she was going to be fine, but to also deter him for doing something stupid with Sesshoumaru.
Kagome anxiously inhaled.
“Go ahead, Shippo. It’s your bedtime anyway. I’ll see you in the morning, alright?” She stated gently; still avoiding the Taiyoukai’s gaze as she felt the full weight of Sesshoumaru’s heated stare upon her form.
Shippo glanced warily back and forth from the detached looking and domineering inuyoukai to the slightly worried miko, before he took the hint.
Hesitantly, he stepped away from the woman who was like a mother to him and watched as Rin handed Seishiro over to Kagome, before she crawled off of the futon; the small girl completely oblivious to the tension in the room.
Tentatively, he made his way past the frightening and towering dog demon, before taking Atsuko’s worn, but gentle hands.
“A-alright…I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess,” Shippo managed to say as he glanced between the two adults in the room, one last time.
Rin bounced over to Atsuko, wearing nothing but all smiles.
“Goodnight, Lady Kagome! Goodnight, Lord Sesshoumaru!” Rin said cheerfully as Atsuko led the two out of the sleeping room; one of the other servants closed the door behind them.
Once again, the sleeping room was tense and silent.
Tonight, Sesshoumaru was going to sleep in the comfort of his own bed, whether or not Kagome was going to like it, no longer mattered to him.
Sleeping in his proper bed with his mate was going to be the right step in the direction of getting her to submit. Kagome may decline, but it was his bed as well and he would refuse to have her sleep anywhere else, except with him, regardless of how she felt.
The mating bond required him to have some sort of physical contact with her, so this was the place to start.
Starting tonight, he was going to regain his position as Alpha, one small step at a time.
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