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Higurashi	By : WillowCarlisle Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 21294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Kagome dragged herself out from under her bed, hair flying and breath gushing out in a loud burst of frustration, as a knocking sound came from downstairs once again.
This was not the way she'd planned to start her day. As a matter of fact, it was beginning to feel as though the world was out to get her. From the moment she'd uncurled her oddly sleep-deprived limbs from the sweltering cocoon that was her blanket, only to find her favorite kitty slippers missing from the side of her bed, she'd seen the hand of impending doom spreading like inky brown molasses all over her sun-shiney day.
"I'm coming!" she wailed miserably, the knocking sound coming somewhat more insistently this time.
Shaking the dust from her pajama bottoms, she heaved a sigh and trudged out into the hall.
"Mom? Souta?" she called in the general direction of each of their rooms as she took one long woolly pajama sleeve and rubbed her aching eyes. "Where are you guys?"
Her sock-less feet hit the chilly wooden stairs, and she shrank back with an exasperated groan.
Why me? the question came to mind for the thirtieth time that morning.
Taking a deep breath, she charged downward, hopping in place on the little rectangular floor mat at the bottom and waiting for the cold to leave her aching feet. The tapping came again, and she scrunched up her face, grumbling to herself as she hurried toward the front door.
"Coming, coming," Kagome called, sighing once again before she flung the door open, squinting out into the blaring sun to see what the commotion was all about.
Only to slam it shut three seconds later.
There was no one there. Not on the porch. Not on the steps. Not even along the sidewalk, all the way down at the end of the driveway. No one in sight probably for miles around, at this time of day.
So what was the...
The tapping came again, and she turned slowly toward the kitchen, hands now curled frantically in the loose material of her shirtfront. Swallowing loudly, she inched on stealthy toes through the living room and approached the kitchen door.
"Mom...?" the word came as a whisper as Kagome peeked around the corner, toward the breakfast nook. "Is... is that you?"
Sunlight streamed in the window, shining merrily along the crystal wind chimes her mother had hung there, creating rainbow patterns on the white tabletop. Her eyes roamed over the glistening black tableware and ivory utensils that created two identical place settings. On a normal day, this would not have seemed strange in the least. But today...
Kagome stepped into the little nook, her fingers reaching impulsively to trace the delicate design that adorned one of the four small bowls that rested on the table. These weren't her mother's bowls...
A rustling sound came from behind her right shoulder, and her hand froze in its place.
Something definitely wasn't right about this day, she decided, teeth clenched tightly shut as she slowly turned around.
Most certainly not right, her heart agreed. And like a solid brick of pure lead, the rapidly fluttering little organ dislodged itself from her chest and plummeted to the bottom of her cold, aching feet.
*~~~
Branches crashing, leaves and twigs snapping loudly underfoot, he ran. His panting breath was loud, rasping desperation in the still morning air, and yet he pushed on.
Deep within his gut he just knew. Knew there was a place he needed to be now more than anything. Knew that the quiet lull of the morning did nothing more than camouflage the menacing danger beneath. It coursed along his skin in prickly waves, demanding attention. And so he'd struck out the instant he'd awoken, and had not stopped running ever since.
It was getting closer now. He could feel it. Soon, he would be there, and all his questions would be answered.
Looking over his shoulder, he grimaced.
He could only hope that whatever it was that had begun to follow him for the past half hour didn't catch up to him before he made it to his destination...
*~~~
"The bunnies... the bunnies..." Kagome groaned, head lolling from side to side as the trauma of the moment slowly faded to numb disbelief.
Vaguely, she was aware that her feet had grown rather warm and tingly, despite their earlier frigidness. And along with that warmth was the awareness of heat radiating along her side from a hard, yet oddly comfortable, source. She turned her head, eyes still half lidded, and pressed her cheek against the little pink rabbit resting next to her face.
"Mmm..." she sighed, smiling when the rabbit didn't seem to object to her using it as a pillow. "Soft..."
"Thank you," the amused response came from somewhere above her.
Eyes wide, reality hit and shattered in the back of her mind. Sweat beading and hair standing on end, she lifted her head to look up at the figure she'd fainted against.
Sesshoumaru smiled slightly, and something akin to gut-wrenching terror skittered haphazardly along Kagome's skin.
"Hi," she whispered, face burning red as it quickly dawned on her where the heat along her side was coming from.
It was a bizarre turn of events that had landed them where they were. There she was, the poor frightened young woman left alone at home, hearing a noise and going to investigate. It could have been anything. It could have been anyone. But instead... it was Sesshoumaru. And not just Sesshoumaru on a normal sunny day, but Sesshoumaru... in her mother's kitchen... in a pink apron covered with bunnies... It didn't help in the least that he was wielding an over sized butcher knife at the time, either.
So here they were now, sitting in the middle of the floor: her in her humiliation at nearly fainting in disbelief, and him... in the bunny apron. It was a dark and molasses-coated day indeed.
And still, he was holding her as though nothing was more right in the world than this.
"We're... we're on the floor," Kagome grumbled miserably, having been able to find nothing else to say at that moment.
"Yes, we are," he replied smoothly.
She twiddled her fingers. "Shouldn't we get up?"
There was a pause, and she looked up to find him watching her, a look of contemplation sparking in his eyes. Her cheeks burned.
"I have yet to decide," he murmured.
A shiver ran the length of her spine at the tone of his voice, and Kagome forced her eyes to settle on her naked feet. A flower of heat began to bloom just below her navel. She bit down on her bottom lip, hoping with renewed embarrassment that his senses weren't as sharp as she remembered them to be.
Thoughts racing a mile per second, Kagome nearly jumped out of her skin when his voice came, soft and licentious, near the delicate shell of her ear.
"Perhaps it's best to stand," he breathed. "It would seem that it's much too early in the day to engage in the acts best suited for a kitchen floor..."
Her breath hitched.
"Come," he coaxed her, bringing a hand to rest at the curve of her back.
"I'm not falling for that again..." Kagome grumbled as she allowed him to help her to her feet.
Sesshoumaru chuckled. They stood together for a moment, eyes meeting and locking, the silence falling around them. His hand still rested at the small of her back, the warmth from his fingertips penetrating her clothing and spreading like wildfire. He'd lain the other hand on her elbow to guide her, but it did nothing more than keep her still in the half circle of his arms as they stood, unmoving and in no hurry to draw apart.
Kagome was the first to speak.
"I wasn't expecting you," she said.
The smile never left his lips. "That was the initial plan."
He turned her slowly to face the dining nook.
"A small token of my... appreciation," he went on as he escorted her to her seat.
Kagome sat quietly, watching as he moved to the kitchen counter, retrieving the knife he'd left there. With deft movements, he made quick work of dicing the bushel of choi that sat half-chopped on the cutting board. She leaned in her seat, peeking around his elbow to see what he was up to.
There were small stacks of vegetables scattered across the kitchen counter. Little red things she realized were potatoes were next in line to be peeled and chopped. Then came a stack of fresh orange carrots, and something that reminded her of celery, only it was yellow instead of green. One by one, they were placed on the board and diced into fine bits. Kagome found herself nearly entranced by the rapid movement of his hands.
So that's what that sound was... she thought idly, her eyes wandering upward to his face.
Sesshoumaru, for his part, seemed completely at home amidst the hanging pots and warm stove top, bunny apron notwithstanding. He was diligent in his task, if nothing else. His movements were nearly surreal. Skilled hands passed ingredients into bowls, ran the faucet, and strained the choi. They sifted the grains of rice, and measured seasonings. They kneaded and stirred, sprinkled and pinched. All in a rhythm she'd never thought he would know, but was no less sure that he would be an expert at performing.
The minutes stretched in comfortable silence, and slowly but surely the kitchen began to burst with delicious aromas. Kagome became aware that it wasn't just the items on the surface that gave off the delectable scents. Something very chocolaty was making its presence known from the depths of the oven.
Her stomach let out a little roar.
Sesshoumaru's ears twitched slightly, and he turned in time to see Kagome's skin glow beat red, her arms wrapped about her midsection and a look of guilty humiliation on her face. He chuckled to himself, returning his attention to the sauce stewing in the pan before him.
The morning hadn't gone quite as smoothly as he had hoped. He'd awoken with an eerie sense of foreboding, despite the meticulousness in which he'd planned out his schedule. The faucets in his suite had been insistent on spewing nothing but frigidly cold water, and none of the staff seemed to have a logical reason as to why. Two of the three vehicles he normally used had somehow contracted a case of the spits, resulting in large puddles of oil magically appearing beneath the general area of the engine on both cars. And worst, most surprisingly, was not the material dissolution of his empire, but a more personal affront he'd never thought to encounter.
Angie. The pillar that kept his sensibilities standing erect for so many years... He'd never had reason to doubt her before, but this one day, his confidence had been shaken.
She had lied to him.
He'd known before asking, sensing the hanyou somewhere below him in one of the many rooms of the hotel, that Inuyasha was in the city once again. But it was customary, between them, for him to ask and for her to report. And she had lied.
"Why no, sir. Mr.Inuyasha hasn't checked in this week..."
The silent pause and the smell of regret that clung to her was confession enough. He hadn't pressed the issue. There was work to be done, after all. He would put more time into questioning Angie's deceit after he had completed the next step in his plan.
All of which led him where he was now. The second step in the courtship: providing for the woman he sought to impress. She'd come to him willingly thus far, the minor setback provided by Touran's presence notwithstanding. She'd accepted his advances and proven herself loyal. Now came the serenade. The true deciding factor. To best provide for one's intended, one must be capable of fulfilling said individual's every desire. Whether it be through touch or through taste.
Yes, it had been a strange and awkward beginning. In the end, however, the day had set itself straight.
Giving the mixture before him one last stir, Sesshoumaru began to gather the utensils he'd used, placing them into the sink and setting about the task of washing them. Cool hands touched his timidly, and he looked up to find Kagome standing beside him, a small smile on her lips. She shooed him away without a word, bending to retrieve a small towel from beneath the kitchen sink. He watched her silently as she wet the towel, adding soap and bringing it to a lather before reaching for the spoon he still had in his hand. He relinquished it, continuing to watch her in quiet interest.
"There's a towel on the oven handle for cleaning the counters," she spoke without looking up.
The color bled back into her cheeks and he found himself smiling once again, turning to retrieve the cloth.
"Yes, my lady..." he murmured, taking silent pleasure in the way her scent changed at the sound of his voice.
Perhaps, all else could be forgiven: all the small discrepancies leading to this. Perhaps, in the end, they were well worth it... just to see her smile.
*~~~
"Mmmmm..." Kagome sighed, feeling the shiver of pleasure run all the way to the tips of her toes. "Sooooo good!"
That was it. That was all it took. From the first bite, she knew she'd never tasted anything this good. And now, with the last one, she knew she'd absolutely die if she had to go without it again. The vegetables had just about melted in her mouth, tangy and sweet and positively orgasmic, for lack of a better word. The yellowish celery-looking bits she'd spotted before had a salty taste to them, and halfway through a bite, she made a mental note to ask him what they were and where she could get some. That thought had flown away in the breeze once a tender bit of meat had touched her tongue, bringing with it a toe-curling spasm of delight that had her eyelids drooping and her skin prickling sweetly.
"You're not a demon," Kagome sighed, placing her chopsticks across the top of her empty bowl, "you're a god."
Sesshoumaru watched her intently, senses peaked and pulse quickened. He hadn't anticipated that her reaction would be quite so strong. He'd felt the mild tug deep inside, some part of him waiting on edge for either her approval or her distaste. But this...
The scents had risen from her skin in powerful waves: delight, pleasure, surprise. The emotions colored the air vividly even now. And below it all, distinctly more prominent than it had been earlier, was the shimmering light of arousal. Where it had come from, and when it had appeared, he was neither sure of nor did he care. It was there now. And it was for him alone.
"I was a little worried," she was saying, "what with the bunnies and all... But that was delicious! Thank you, Sesshoumaru."
He caught the light playfulness in her voice, and smiled. "I aim to please," he replied, his eyes never leaving her face.
Kagome blushed. "You're doing a pretty good job..."
She jumped slightly when he suddenly rose from the seat across from hers, rolling down the sleeves of his white cotton shirt and extending his hand to her. She took it without hesitation, ignoring the dirty bowls they were leaving on the table.
"Where are we going?" she asked as he opened the door leading out onto the back porch.
"Walking," he said simply, pulling her closer.
He closed the door behind them and continued out toward the crop of trees. The sun had reached its peak in the clear blue sky, piercing the canopy overhead and lighting the well-worn path that led from her back yard down through the woods. She could remember, months ago when they had first moved into the little country house, wandering aimlessly beneath the forest canopy with no set goal in mind. Every day, she'd find her way back amidst the trees, trudging through grass and leaves, kicking twigs and cones out of her way. Weeks of the same had turned into the very path they walked on now.
Kagome glanced up at the figure walking quietly at her side. It was getting easier, it seemed. Once, not too long ago, she would never have considered trusting him enough to let him near her home, and yet here they were. In the scant few weeks they'd been back in each other's lives, she could feel something growing so strong, it nearly made her knees buckle.
Eyes widening, she stopped in her tracks.
Sesshoumaru stopped as well, looking down at her as she pressed her lips tightly together.
"Kagome?"
She continued to gaze at him, chewing at her bottom lip. Nodding to herself, she reached out and took his left hand in both of hers, tugging at it gently as she veered off the path. His brow arched slightly, and she broke into a reassuring smile.
"I want to show you something," she said shyly.
Hearing no objections, she turned and led him deeper into the surrounding forest. They ducked below thick hanging vines, brushing past overgrown shrubs and passing between closely rooted tree trunks. She looked back at him a few times, smiling to herself at the mildly confused look on his face. It wasn't far now...
Sesshoumaru leaned forward, a low branch narrowly missing the top of his head. He was currently in the midst of cursing his own regal stature when bright light and a cool breeze caressed his face.
Kagome released his hand, clasping her own together in front of her and waited.
He stood quietly. Golden eyes flitted over the clearing with silent awe. The trees rose up behind them in a three quarter moon, encompassing the grassy clearing and all the flowers that grew there. Three large, smooth boulders jutted from the lush sea of colors, the only interruptions to the twelve foot expanse of flora. A single strip of pure green grass led up a slight incline to a circle of green between two of the largest stones, and this was where Kagome now headed. She turned to look at him before lowering herself into a sitting position, her back to one of the stony outcroppings.
"This is where I come to... think," she began, blushing lightly as he came to sit beside her.
She was suddenly very self-conscious, sitting next to him in her pajamas while he was dressed in a crisp business shirt and black slacks. Her hands fidgeted, poking at a wayward thread in the cuff of her sleeve.
"Does the world weigh so heavily upon your shoulders?" he asked quietly, his hand taking hers and drawing it away from the cuff.
"Sometimes..." she breathed, feeling the strength in his muscles as he rested her hand on his knee beneath his own palm. "Sometimes, it's just nice to get away. To find a quiet place to be in. Or build one for yourself. Just to... get away..."
"Un..." he murmured, eyes lifting to look about them once again.
His chest rose slowly, and she realized suddenly that he must have been breathing in the scent of the flowers.
"You planted these yourself."
It wasn't a question. She nodded, her head bowed modestly.
"Your scent is strongest here," he commented, causing her to look up at him again.
"What... what does it smell like?" she asked, almost afraid of what the answer would be.
Please don't say something gross! Please don't say something gross! her mind wailed desperately.
"Like the sunrise on a wisp of fog," he replied, his eyes darkening to amber as he brought them to rest on her face. "Like rain in the late evening on a rolling meadow of blues and greens."
Her body warmed at the sensuous tint of his voice, and she could feel herself sway toward him, lips parted ever so slightly on the breath of a sigh.
"All this... can only be over shadowed by what is seen, rather than what is sensed," he continued, head tilted to the side, eyes slipping lower to rest on her lips.
"What's... seen?" she asked quietly, licking her lips nervously. "And what do you see?"
Sesshoumaru was still. Something flashed in his eyes, causing her brows to furrow. Kagome struggled to hold his heated gaze, her chest rising and falling with quickening breaths as she waited. His eyes pulled her in, pupils constricting and dilating, searching her very soul.
"I see eternity," he whispered, lifting a hand at brush the skin of her cheek gently. "I see eternity in your eyes as I've seen it in no other's."
The words had the effect of a kitten's paw on silk, catching and tugging at something buried in the pit of her chest. Eyes slipping closed, she leaned into his embrace. His palm cupped the curve of her neck, and she tilted her chin upward up meet him as his lips began to descend.
"KAGOME!!"
Their heads snapped upward in unison. The ragged howl was followed almost immediately by a thundering crash, and Kagome jumped, sinking into the protective circle of Sesshoumaru's arms.
Leaves flew skyward in an uproar, branches splinting and shattering as Inuyasha exploded into the clearing, eyes blazing red and a fully transformed Tetsusaiga in one large clawed hand.
"Inu-"
She was cut off as a strong hand held firmly to her elbow. There was little time to make sense of the scene before a blue-hair woman came tearing into the little grove, uprooting the grass and shredding the flower petals in her mad tackling leap toward Inuyasha.
"What's going on?!?" Kagome cried, ducking as yet another figure raced past her right shoulder in a gust of wind and swirling garments.
"Kagome!" a stunned voice greeted her.
Turning, her eyes widened in recognition. "Shippou...?"
"Kagome... this isn't-"
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!" Inuyasha roared, rearing backward in the kitsune's grip, swinging the gargantuan sword around as his burning gaze settled on the youkai at Kagome's side.
Fear tore through her chest, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on Sesshoumaru's waist.
"You should quickly rein in that anger of yours, brother," the demon warned in a voice filled with venom.
"I'LL KILL YOU!!" the hanyou howled, jagged blue streaks tearing rifts in the skin of his cheeks as the sword began to glow.
"Inuyasha!"
"No!!"
"Oh shit!"
And then it came. A sphere of crimson light burst from the wall of trees, catching the hanyou in the dead center of his chest, sending him hurtling backward as yet another woman ran into the clearing.
"You bitch!!!" Inuyasha snarled, regaining his balance and whirling on them once again.
Kagome shivered, gasping for breath at the feral look in his eyes. She clenched her eyes tightly shut as he lunged, her lungs letting loose a piercing scream.
"SIT, BOY!!"
The air was suddenly thick with the white aura of purity. Tears streaming from fearful eyes, Kagome turned a shocked gaze to where Inuyasha stood. He grunted loudly as he strained against the rosaries that glowed brilliantly blue about his neck.
"Wha-" Kagome gasped, realizing only then that the words had not come from her mouth.
Panting and bringing herself to her full height, Tsuyako extended her hand, the spell scroll she clenched there pulsating with magic as she repeated the command once again.
"Sit, boy!"
Kagome stared, mouth agape, disbelief running along her spine as the rosaries pulsed and Inuyasha was dragged down in a swirl of disembodied flower petals by the older miko's subduing spell.
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