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Chapter 19
Kitana was slowly coming back to her senses.
Somehow, she was lying beside a bright, hot campfire and the heat of the day
had been replaced by the cool air of the night. Multiple sources of heat were
scattered around the fire, bright red, yellow and white silhouettes against the
blackish-blue background of the rocks and ground.
She tried to open up her eyes, but that tiny
movement brought her terrible waves of pain. Gritting her teeth, she tried once
again and succeeded, only to be blinded by the light of the fire.
As her eyes adjusted to the level of light, she
finally distinguished Rin and Shippo curled up together next to her, asleep,
then the priestess on the other side of them. The demon slayer was just further
away, and then the monk; all of them were sleeping soundly. She felt the heat
of a body over her head, and she assumed it was Inuyasha, keeping watch on the
highest branch of a dead tree.
Satisfied to see that everything was peaceful
around her, with the kids returned exactly where they belonged, she turned her
attention to herself; her body was terribly aching from the previous battles
and was in dire need of care and time to heal. The internal wounds from the
fight against the water dragon had yet to mend themselves and most had been reopened
while battling against the rats, while other brand new injuries had appeared
after taking sword blows from the rodent warriors. Her bones and muscles hurt
so much it was as if lava was circulating inside of them. She had a scalding
feeling inside of her abdomen and thorax, where her organs had been almost
pulverized by the numerous, deadly blows that she received. When she tried to
move, the pain increased a hundred folds, radiating from each broken or
fissured bone, each torn muscle and ligament, each inch of bruised skin. She
thanked her luck for having found the symbiotic organism all these years ago;
for without it she would have died a thousand deaths on the battle field and
this particular one would have been the worse of them all. How she managed to
overcome her enemies she had no idea, only remembering a brief feeling of
falling and then nothingness. It was certain though, that without her
particular body armour, her skin would have burst under the pressure of the
blows and she would have bled to death, bringing down many enemies with her but
dying nonetheless.
As she grew accustomed to it, the pain subsided
a little, just enough for her to feel the terrible hunger that was howling
inside of her. Her eyes shot wide open under the sensation and a moan escaped
her lips; she had rarely been so hungry and so weak, and those were not good
memories at all. She fought hard against the need to feed, trying to bring her
focus back upon her surroundings instead of dwelling any further inside
herself. It was then that she realized that someone had put a comfortable
blanket over her; a very soft, furry blanket. Turning her eyes toward the so
soft blanket and studying its texture and appearance for an instant, she then realized
her position and came face to face with the owner of the fur that covered her.
--
Sesshomaru was pleased to see her waking up.
When the nest had been completely brought down into the lava pool, the madness
that filled his companion�s face receded and she fell on her side on the molten
ground, unconscious. He had wasted no time to reach her, transforming back into
his preferred humanoid form and braving the heat to grab her by the arm before
she sank once again into the heart of the volcano. He brought her to the camp
that way, for the lava that coated her body prevented him from holding her any better,
and she had been sleeping during all the celebrations; if one could call the
reunion that followed the battle a celebration.
The kids and the humans were completely
exhausted. His ward managed to greet him as happily as she could but he felt
her falling asleep while she held his leg in a weak grip.
�Jaken, tend to Rin.�
These were the only words he pronounced for all
the evening. As his retainer detached the sleepy child from his leg and brought
her to her blanket, he placed Kitana on the ground before him, as delicately as
he could with one hand and warm magma sticking to her legs and lower body. He
then observed the campsite. His ward and the fox child had already been fed, as
far as he could tell, and the others were opening weird crispy packages that
held rectangular bars of food. Water was divided between everyone and he
declined his part with a snobbish �Hn�. Inuyasha was obviously ignoring him,
and if he had not been so concerned about the well-being of Kitana, he would
have made the hanyou pay for that offense. Instead, he sat beside his companion
and watched as each of the fighters were going asleep. Decidedly, these people
were committed at ignoring him. As they all fell asleep, he found another
reason to be irritated; his fur pelt had moved on its own will to cover
Kitana�s form, snaking under her head to create a lush and comfortable pillow.
If it was not from his annoying half-brother observing the scene from above, he
would have sighed.
A wave of relief washed over him when Kitana
awoke from her slumber. The night had just fallen and when her eyes met with
his own, he saw only a reflect of his own face on a completely black surface.
The more he looked, the more he could see his brows frowning and his eyes
reducing to mere slits.
Kitana blinked twice, and then pushed with her
right hand to come in a sitting position, moaning in pain when her arm gave up
under her weight. As she fell back on her side, Sesshomaru�s fur coiled around her
and broke her fall, helping her to straighten up and sit. Then, it unwrapped
entirely from her body and the cool air of the night made her shiver in
discomfort. Looking back at Sesshomaru, she saw that his anger was giving way
to genuine concern. She also noticed how strongly his inner energy called forth
her hunger, as did every member of the group. Extending her senses, she
discovered that she could feel the presence of every tiny insect for miles
around, their energy acting as beacons of lights. Unfortunately, there was
nothing but insects and small mammals and birds for as far as she could sense,
with the exception of the ones she considered her friends. Talking in a low
tone not to awaken anyone, she addressed Sesshomaru with a smile.
�I am glad to see you. If I am right, the
battle ended well?�
�Indeed,� he answered with a nod.
�Then, if you don�t mind, I will go to the hot
spring up there,� she said pointing at the top of the small hill. Looking at
the dark crust of hardened lava that stuck to the bones of her tail and ankles,
she added �I need some tidying up�. She sensed the heat that was coming from
the hot spring and knew it would benefit her to be immerged in there for a
while. Another nod acknowledged her words and she tried to rise, doing her best
to hide her pain. Sesshomaru was not fooled though and he raised as well, his
fur once again acting as support for her. Groaning, she grabbed the armor on
his left shoulder, intent on getting up despite the agonizing pain that coursed
through every part of her body.
�I am such a weakling. I�m sorry.�
�Hn. Weak enough to engulf thousands of demons
in a river of flame.�
Embarrassed, she looked away and shifted her
weight under her, trying to see how her legs would cope with her weight on
them. She cringed when she felt her left one give up underneath her, and then
the fur coils tightened on her left side, effectively supporting her.
�Tell me more� A river of flames?�
He looked at her thoughtfully before taking a
step forward, making sure that she could follow him.
�You have no memories of what you did?�
Sesshomaru�s questioning brought doubts and
fears into her mind, and even though she did not answer verbally the look of
dread on her features was a clear enough answer for the taiyoukai.
�You fell in the lava. Moments later, you came
back in a rather impressive way, controlling the magma and ordering it to flood
the nest.�
They were now halfway up the slope, Kitana
trying her best to concentrate on Sesshomaru�s voice rather than his life
energy; being on the move helped a lot though, as every jolt of pain caused by
her movements buried her hunger away. When they were far enough from the group
of sleeping travellers, looking straight at her, he spoke again.
�Your eyes. They are completely black now. Just
as they were ��
�I know,� she interrupted him harshly. �I
know,� she added in a more hushed tone. He helped her to climb the rocks that
were surrounding the water and looked at the contentment that reached her face
as she immerged herself in the water.
�You don�t have to worry about that,� she
added. With a frown, he answered.
�This Sesshomaru is not worried.�� He breathed slowly, not sure if he should
speak his mind or not. �Only concerned.�
�Then do not concern yourself. Everything will
be fine. You can leave me now, I�ll be okay.�
He gave her an intense look before turning back
to the camp. Then, he heard her speak again, in a very low voice difficult to
discern from the bubbling and hissing of the sulphuric water.
�Sesshomaru, thanks for bringing me back from
there. And for having faith in me.�
Puzzled, he was about to turn around and
question her, for he never mentioned how she was brought back to the camp; he pondered
the thought and decided against it. This girl had keen instincts, and somehow
she just knew.
--
A deep, welcomed relief came to Kitana when
Sesshomaru finally descended down the slope, away from the hot spring; away
from her hunger, from the blood-thirsty predator that she was becoming now.
Closing her eyes and slowly breathing the hot, moist air of the volcanic
spring, she tried to focus on something else, on anything but her needs, but
she failed miserably. Even with her eyes closed, even with her thermal vision
blinded by the heat coming from the water, her inner eye could still follow
every step, every movement that Sesshomaru made for he was like a beacon of
light at this precise moment. His energy radiated everywhere, surpassing that
of the hanyou, and casting shadows around him that obscured the spiritual
energy of the monk and priestess.
A growl escaped her lips when she found out how
her thighs were tensing, how her claws were gripping the rocks underneath the
water, in preparation for the chase, the ultimate pursuit that would bring her
such a rewarding meal. She immersed herself entirely, massaging her tense
muscles, trying to feed upon the energy of the hot water like she temporarily
did with the lava. To no avail. Silently, invisibly, slightly acidic tears came
to her eyes.
--
Leaning against the dead tree in the center of
the camp, Sesshomaru was perplexed. This creature was infuriating, yet at the
same time he felt compelled to protect her, much like what he felt for Rin.
Months ago, if he had killed her when he had a first glimpse of her real
nature, he would not be faced with such abnormal feelings now. The worst part
was that he was not sure if this would have been a good thing or a bad thing.
A consequence of Kitana�s arrival that he knew
he did not like at all was that she seemed to like the proximity with his
half-brother and his band of humans. He loathed them more than ever, the hanyou
in particular, and some day he would be glad to end his life. Rin liked them
too, but the child he could control easily. He only had to turn his back to
them and walk away and she would leave their side to follow him. Kitana on the
other hand, was not under his control, as much as he hated to admit it. In the
not so distant past, he would never have tolerated something as unpredictable
as her in his vicinity. Now that she was there, somehow worming her way through
the armor that protected and silenced his heart, he found that he didn�t care
so much about her disobedience. He saw how ready he was to ignore his own
feelings and to give up his prerogatives to accommodate her, if only it could
keep her by his side. Deep down inside he knew that he could not break her or
make her comply with his wishes and even if he could, Kitana would not be so
interesting and intoxicating if she were a feminine version of Jaken or an
adult version of Rin. No, he liked her the way she was, wild and untamed, just
like him, and it would seem that if he wanted to keep her trust and company, he
would have to tolerate the insufferable presence of humans and hanyou. From
times to times at least.
What he was not ready to accept however, was
the lack of control he had over his own body since her arrival. After his disastrous
fight with his sibling at their father�s grave a few years ago, he had never
been coaxed into transforming into his true, huge canine form. He had always
despised the demons who couldn�t get a grip over their feelings and lost their
humanoid shape as soon as their tempers rose a little, and being able to fight
intense battles while in his humanoid form, sword in hand, was a pride to him.
But in only a few days, not only once but twice he had let his bestial nature
take the best of him. The first time was a conscious decision from himself in a
difficult situation, but what happened at the nest was infuriating to him. When
he saw Kitana tumbling toward the lava in fusion, he lost himself, literally.
The multiple superficial wounds on his calves, thighs and forearm told him that
he wreaked havoc amongst the rats in his blind fury, and they tried to
retaliate in vain. But until she came back and told him to leave, his mind was
like the one of a wild animal and he could recall nothing but a hazy,
red-stained fog that clouded his judgment and obscured his memory. However much
he despised himself for his lost of control, he knew all too well that if he
were placed in the same situation again, he would transform again. Why did she have
such an effect on him?
After a moment of meditation, something brought
him back to reality. Attentive to his surroundings, listening to the calm
breaths of the sleeping humans, it took him a moment to understand that what
disturbed him was the sound of splashing water. Frowning, he rose and raced to
the hot spring, where the noises were coming from.
A disturbing scene appeared to him when he
reached the peak of the hill and he faltered for a few instants, not
understanding what he was witnessing.
Ignoring her injuries, Kitana was standing up
in the middle of the shallow steaming pool. She had removed all her clothing
except for her golden collar and her nude skin was reflecting the light of the
stars and moon. Her toned muscles, finely outlined, were tense as she was
frantically rubbing the skin of her arms. Then, she ducked underwater and came
back out, desperately rubbing her head this time; her attitude was completely
wrong. There he was, standing in plain view less than twelve feet from her nude
form and she did not react to his presence at all. Tilting his head to the
side, he finally saw what was disturbing her so much.
Upon her flawless skin, a fine pinkish film was
depositing and she was trying all she could to remove it. When she finally
cleaned an area of her body and started working on another, the film quickly
came back, oozing from her own body and creating some kind of a second skin.
She was in a panic, and if he was right in his assumptions, he understood why;
for what was trying to cover her skin was extremely similar to the cocoon in
which she slept for centuries.
In a jump he joined her in the water. He
grabbed her shivering body by the left shoulder when he saw that she wasn�t
paying attention to him at all, and was relieved when her black eyes met his
own.
�What is the meaning of this, woman?� he asked
harshly. He could clearly see now the heavy, silent tears that littered her
cheeks. She hissed and shook her head, trying to speak, and then turned her
gaze toward the shoulder he was holding. He followed her eyes.
His hand was now half-covered in the slick, slimy
pink goo. With an aggressive growl, he removed it, rinsed it and brought it
back to the said shoulder, removing as much of the stuff as he could. Then he
turned her around, seeing that she hadn�t been able to cleanse her back at all
and the stuff was starting to dry there. While Kitana worked on her breasts and
abdomen, he peeled the thick pink crust that had formed on her nape, back and
spine. At least it was easy to remove, but it came back so fast that their
combined efforts were barely slowing the progression of the developing cocoon.
When he saw that their efforts were vain,
Sesshomaru faced her again but in his voice, anger was replaced by worry.
�Kitana, you have to tell This Sesshomaru: how
can we stop that? There must be a way!�
She averted her eyes to the side and he had to
hold her chin up with his hand to force her to look at him. Then, in a
trembling voice, she answered.
�It�s� It�s a cocoon, I am entering stasis. My
energies are too depleted; my body is forcing me to rest.� She blinked and more
tears fell down from her eyes. �I will just� sleep� for a while.� Her tone was
resigned, but he was not.
�This Sesshomaru won�t tolerate that. If it is
energy that you need, then we will find you something to eat.� He straightened
up and calmly scented the air, trying to smell something beside the sulphurous
emanations of the hot spring and the nearby active volcano.
�There is nothing, Sesshomaru. The rats have
killed everything worth eating, and the rest just fled after the eruption.�
She was right, beside the occupants of the
campsite which she would certainly refuse to use as food, he could detect no
living presence around them. He looked at her solemnly, taking into account how
fast she was loosing her battle against whatever was trying to engulf her, and
took his decision. He seized her by the waist and sat cross-legged on a
half-submerged rock, bringing her in his lap in the movement.
�Then you will feed on This Sesshomaru.�
Her eyes opened widely and she pushed against
him as strongly as she could, which gave no results. Her heavily damaged
muscles were nothing compared to the strength of the youkai, who simply tightened
his fur pelt around her and waited for her to end her tantrum. He let her turn
around and face him though, sitting on his left thigh, his now drenched fur
pelt supporting her.
�I won�t do that. Never!� she hissed furiously
through her bared fangs, more panicked than ever.
His eyes never leaving her own, he brought his
wrist to his mouth and bit deeply, opening a wide wound that started to bleed
profusely.
�No! You don�t understand, I can�t do that! It
will, it will just, Sesshomaru no!�
It was too late. He brought his open wrist close
to her mouth and his crimson blood covered her lips. The bloodlust was too
strong to resist, and mindlessly she grabbed his arm with her hands and started
sucking avidly. Tears were now flowing freely from her eyes, mixing up with the
blood and stinging his flesh, and as she sank her teeth in his wrist to reopen
the quickly closing wound, pleasure came to him.
At first he felt a comforting wave of happiness
that reminded him of the joys of his early childhood. His head fell on his back
as a moan left his lips. He was now in a pure bliss, the pressure of her lips
on his skin bringing up small electric shocks that travelled throughout his
body. Kitana took another sip before allowing the wound to close, and then she
turned to him and took his head between her hands. His golden eyes, filled with
pleasure, opened to meet her black ones and a soft murmur reached his ears.
�Somehow you will have to stop me, Sesshomaru;
or you will die.�
She leaned toward his face and kissed him on
the lips for a short instant, making his eyes shot wide open, before descending
further down on his neck and kissing him again, right at the junction of his
collar bone and neck muscles. Shivers travelled on his skin and he put his hand
on her slime-covered waist, feeling the muscles tense underneath her skin. Then
she bit him, deeply, tearing off the muscles and opening up the jugular vein.
This would be a grand meal.
Under her fangs, he almost lost control. For an
instant his eyes shot red and winds of youki engulfed them, but as pleasure
came to him again, his demonic nature calmed down and he appreciated the
delights of the moment. She was so beautiful. Despite the disgusting presence
of the cocoon, her skin was soft and supple under his palm, much more so than
her protective bodysuit would lead one to believe. He started a slow rhythm
with his hand, caressing her down to the base of her tail, then up again to a
mere inch of her left breast, in slow, repetitive movements. In a haze, he
noticed how the light of the moon and stars reflected on the multiples drops of
water that rolled on her, creating a surreal effect. Interestingly, as she
sucked in more of his blood, the pink pellicle on her skin was peeling away
easily and none seemed to be produced again.
He craved to touch more of her, to feel her toned
thighs and butt cheeks, to palpate her firm breasts, to go further down where
the center of her pleasure lied, but he didn't dare. There was the gnawing
feeling in his mind that what was happening between them at this precise moment,
this intense passion he felt circulating between each other, was nothing but an
artificial side-effect of allowing her to feed on him and so he refrained
his desires. After all, he had witnessed the arousal of the tiger youkai
she fed from in the meadow and it was not born from sexual desire. He also knew
deep inside that Kitana somehow preferred women and refused the touch of men;
he would never understand but he respected her too much to make an indecent
gesture that he would come to regret.
Even though he denied himself the right to
fully appreciate the moment, he couldn't miss her own timid explorations of his
body and the sensations it brought him. He was clearly feeling the pressure of
her lips and the tickling sensation of her tongue on his neck, the slow,
back-and-forth movements of her hips on his thigh, her legs opening slightly to
allow her a more complete contact with him. He shivered as her left hand
started caressing his right cheek in slow, sensual movements. Her tail was
brushing against his legs, between them, higher and higher. Her right hand held
his neck to her mouth, but as he relaxed under her touch and stopped
resisting, her fingers started to stroke his nape, to massage
his scalp, to play with his hairs. If he didn't know she had such sharp
claws, he couldn't have told as she was very cautious not to hurt him more
than necessary.
Highly sensitive to the emotions of others, Kitana
was in a state of arousal similar to Sesshomaru, but confusion filled her mind.
She had always taken pleasure when sustaining herself on a prey, but like this?
Never. Never with a male, that is, and that was confusing her totally. Her
logical side told her that in her frenzy she was probably having difficulties differentiating
her own feelings from Sesshomaru�s ones; it was the curse of the empaths, some
of them even loosing their minds under that perpetual onslaught of foreign
feelings, but her body disregarded that well known fact and chose to act on its
own. Her hips treacherously started to move, black thighs rubbing against silk
clad thighs, her tail fully elevated to the side. She ached to remove the cold
armor that stood between them for she craved the contact with his hard,
sculpted masculine chest. She resorted to caress what little skin was available
to her, on the nape of his neck and on his face.
A low growl of bliss rolled in his abdomen,
creating a purr-like sound that vibrated through her, sending bolts of pleasure
deep inside of her. Sucking intensively on the wound that she kept from healing
with occasional bites, her hand left his face to reach further down her back,
where Sesshomaru was fondling her. She put her hand on his wrist and climbed up
along his forearm, snaking her hand inside his sleeve up to his strong biceps
and triceps.
His body reacted in a purely masculine fashion
as he felt his neither regions swelling in an erection. The restraint of his
armor was uncomfortable for his now hardening member but he cared about nothing
of that; he was not even conscious of what was happening to him. The only thing
he knew was that he was experiencing something totally new to his senses, and
novelty was rare for a being as long-lived as he was. He took everything she
had to give, every shiver of passion that she created in his body, every inch
of skin he could caress and play with, every sensation from her sharp teeth and
soft tongue, everything.
His hand reached slightly underneath the base
of her tail and a shockwave of pleasure travelled through his whole body, mimicking
the effect the contact had on his partner. As he danced on the edge of a
dangerous knife, it took only a moan from Kitana�s mouth to send him over as it
reverberated inside the muscles and bones of his neck down to his very core.
His hold over her waist increased in strength and he plastered her strongly
against his armor as he came, his semen filling up his pants before being
washed up by the volcanic waters in heated convulsions. His clouded mind did
not even register that trivial fact as the pleasure overcame him instead of
receding after his climax, continuing to increase in a mind-blowing way. Then,
the visions came to him.
Kitana felt and shared the blazing pleasure of
the taiyoukai, her body bucking wildly under strong tremors. The visions of Sesshomaru�s
less than glorious past started to fill her mind, but she didn�t care about
them. Amazingly, the taiyoukai was so powerful that she wouldn�t need to kill
him and endure all the unpleasant things his mind wanted to share with her. As
she was about to let go of his healing throat, his right hand came up to her
shoulder and weakly pushed her back. His eyes shot open, looking at her in a
strangely intense way, before his hand finally snaked around her back and
pulled her tightly against him. Sesshomaru was exhausted by the loss of blood,
but something in the visions he received brought him partially back to
consciousness, before he fell asleep. Kitana wondered about that, but the
comfort of his embrace, with his fur pelt protecting her against the metallic
spikes of his armor, won over her hesitations. She closed her eyes, pressing
her face in the neck of her companion, her right arm sliding behind his neck
and her left one on his biceps, and she fell asleep.
--
The rising sun brought life into the camp. The
sleepy humans awoke one by one, their weariness gone thanks to the good night
of sleep. Even Inuyasha had finally succumbed to slumber and was surprised when
the rays of sun brought him back to consciousness.
Kagome and Sango were already at work, trying
to revive the fire with whatever wood was left from the previous night.
"Miroku, Inuyasha, good morning!" the
miko exclaimed happily. As they both answered back with sleepy voices, she
asked them a favor. "Could you please go and see if you can catch
something we could eat for breakfast, a rabbit or bird or even some roots? We
have not much food left and I'm afraid we will have to fast until we get out of
this desert plain."
Miroku and Inuyasha looked at each other,
already aware that they wouldn't find anything, but everyone had to do
some efforts for the wellbeing of the group. They were about to leave when
the grumpy voice of Jaken reached their ears.
"As if this good-for-nothing of a hanyou
and this perverted monk could find food! Rin would soon die of starvation
if she had to count on you. I will go and I will bring food back," he
said while Miroku was holding on Inuyasha's arm.
"Let me go, Miroku! This pesky little toad
will learn respect! I can't take it anymore!"
The monk waited for Jaken to go away, mounted
on the two-headed dragon, to release his companion.
"Don't you see, Inuyasha, that the youkai
will save us a fruitless walk in the desert? Who knows, maybe he will find
something from the air that we would have missed!" he added, elbowing the
hanyou who just crossed his arm and sat on the ground, sulking.
"Yeah, Inuyasha, let the toad go,"
added a sleepy Shippo, delicately rubbing one of his blackened eyes.
"Maybe Miroku is right and he will come back with food, and maybe he will
get loss and we won't see him ever again!"
When he let go of his eye, he found a tiny girl
with a dishevelled ponytail on her head right in front of him, her fists upon
her hips and her eyes angry.
"Shippo, you should not be mean to Master
Jaken! He tries to help don't you see? It will probably turn bad and Lord
Sesshomaru will have to punish him, but at least let him try!"
It was Shippo's turn now to sit cross-legged,
sulking in a good imitation of Inuyasha's posture.
"Shippo, Rin, please don't fight. Why
don't you accompany Inuyasha and Miroku, we need more wood anyway and who knows
if you could find something to eat! That would be nice, especially if Jaken
comes back empty-handed.�
Rin's laughter filled the small valley when
Shippo turned into a personification of a Jaken-with-a-fox-tail and the two of
them went with a resigned Inuyasha and Miroku, looking for roots or edible animals
or plants. Sango had already taken Kagome's kettle and both headed for the
spring, hopping maybe to have the time to bath before the guys came back.
�It�s a shame that I did not brought enough
bottles for water from home, but once cool that sulphuric water is not so bad.
I hope they will find something to eat though, we are on the last couple of
cups of ramen you know."
Sango nodded, not too concerned about the lack
of food as they would get out of this desert by mid-afternoon if everything
went well. As they ascended the hill, she voiced out a question that was on her
mind since they woke up.
"Where do you think that Kitana and
Sesshomaru went, Kagome?"
"I don't know, Sango. I guess they went
patrolling when they saw that Inuyasha was sleeping. They are both so
protective of the little Rin."
"Or they are sleeping together in the hot spring."
Kagome gave a weird look to her friend, who had
stopped walking.
"Really Sango, it's not like you to say
things like that."
"Kagome, they really are sleeping together
in the hot spring. Look!" she added, pointing ahead of them.
Both girls blushed fiercely as they looked
toward what Sango was pointing at.
The two occupants of the spring were fast
asleep, immersed up to the waist in the steamy waters. Sesshomaru was lying
against the rocky sides of the pool, his silver hairs gracefully falling along
the rocks down to the ground. In a sharp contrast, Kitana�s black form
was seated on his left thigh, her head snuggling his neck and her
right arm encircling his shoulders. Sesshomaru's head was tilted to the left,
leaning on Kitana's forehead.
Sango pulled on Kagome's sleeve, hard.
"Kagome, let's leave."
"Sango, wait! What if someone else found
them? Like Inuyasha? Or worse, Shippo, or Rin? We have to wake them up!"
"No way, he is going to kill us if he
finds us here! Let's go!"
"Sango, no! Anyway we need the water and
with Kitana there he will not harm us. Come!"
"No! Have you forgotten how he changed
into a giant dog, Kagome? Miroku told me. He is frightening enough like he is; I don�t want him to
get angry at us!"
�Don�t be a fool Sango, he wouldn�t transform
just for the two of us.�
�Are you saying that he would kill us straight
away?�
�Not at all! I told you, with Kitana there, we
are safe!�
�I don�t trust her more than I trust him
Kagome!�
The bickering girls had forgotten that the
beings in the pool were both highly trained warriors. Alerted by the voices,
they awakened and detected the two friends who were strongly arguing a little
further down the slope. Opening their eyes, they discovered the indignity of
their position. Kitana looked down and with a touch to the jewel on her neck,
she let her clothes expand all over her to cover her up. Her tiara, belt,
pants, top, everything was back where it needed to be.
Sesshomaru waited for her to acknowledge him.
He did not concern himself with the humans, not yet. They could wait. When her
eyes, now their usual black with golden irises, met his own, he spoke.
�Are you feeling well?�
With a small smile, she answered. �Thanks to
you. And you?�
Lifting an eyebrow, he said �It would take far
more than that to affect This Sesshomaru�s health.�
�Well, you�re the first guy who survived a
whole night in my arms. That�s a feat, you know!� she added with a smirk on her
lips.
�Hn� was his answer. He removed his fur pelt
from around her so she could rise, watching her as she removed the last
remnants of the pink cocoon from her head and tail before he followed her. She
flexed her arms and fisted her hands, satisfied that her injuries were now a
thing of the past. She then turned to face him, and her tone was less
challenging, more humble, when she spoke.
�You honored me immensely, Sesshomaru-sama, by
sharing your life energy with me. This gift will not go to waste, and I assure
you that I will never let it happen again. I swear it on my very life. You
trust was not misplaced.�
He nodded once and left the pool.
--
�See, Sango? He still wears his clothes, and
even his armor is on! Nothing could have happened�, Kagome said in triumph to
her friend who was completely red, turned toward the camp.
Sango took a deep breath before turning to look
at the spring, her kettle in hands. Immediately she turned back, redder than
ever.
�What? What is it again?� she the young
priestess, crossing her arms and tapping the ground with a foot.
�He is coming this way! And he wears white
silk, Kagome! Wet white silk!�
As she realized what her friend had said,
Kagome froze. Sesshomaru was walking casually toward them and the camp in very
drenched clothes. His fur pelt was as its usual place around his right
shoulder, but looked nothing like the glorious ornament it was usually, more like
a dead and sorry thing soaked in water. Nervously, she smiled and waved with a
hand.
�Hi there, Sesshomaru-sama! I hope you had a
good night!� Sango�s elbow nudged her in the ribs. �I mean, I hope you slept
well!� That time, Sango�s foot crushed Kagome�s foot underneath it. �I mean, err..�
At these words, Sesshomaru�s youki flared
around him, his eyes taking on a slightly crimson color at the edges, and his
hairs and pelt furiously moving under the waves of power he emitted. Both girls
were completely glued on their spot, a cold sweat running on their foreheads
and down their spines.
When the taiyoukai met with them, his youki receded,
leaving perfectly dry hairs, clothes and fur behind. He walked right between
the girls, ignoring them royally, and then continued down the slope.
Sesshomaru was gone and they were still alive.
Kagome started to breathe again, and then looked at Sango.
�Well, we might as well get this water, don�t
we Sango?�
Reaching the pool, they saw a weird pink
substance floating about here and there. Taking a piece of it between her
fingers, Kagome made a disgusted face.
�Hey girls, better not touch that. I� have been
sick during the night and I threw up everywhere.�
Kagome paled and quickly let go of the pink
cocoon piece.
�Yuk! You mean, you threw that up? You should
have been very sick then!� she said, wiping her hand on her skirt.
�Hmm.�
�Is that why Sesshomaru was here with you?�
asked Sango.
�Hmm. Yes. I got in there because I was so
cold, but I almost drowned myself. He heard me and kinda save me��
�Well, I am glad you feel better! I feel silly,
for a moment Sango and I just thought that you two had, you know, sex and all
and for the best of me I just couldn�t imagine Sesshomaru doing� that, it�s
just so not like him, he he, you see? And especially since you don�t do that
with men! I am glad; it�s not something I like to imagine first thing in the
morning! So now better get back to camp, this water will stay right where it
is, it will! I still have some left from yesterday that I was keeping from the
road back� said Kagome in one breath, blushing.
Sango was blushing too, and Kitana would have
been if she could.
�Yes, you imagine silly things Kagome. Let�s go
to the camp. I want to see how Shippo and Rin are doing this morning,� added
Kitana.
Their conversation drifted to the kids and
slowly they all came back to camp.
--
Down the hill, Sesshomaru paused, suddenly feeling
very embarrassed. It was not a common emotion for him so he looked around for a
cause and found nothing. His clothes and pelt were dry and he was all alone
near the dead campfire. No, there wasn�t any cause for embarrassment, so he
dismissed the feeling with a shrug.
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