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Suffering and Rebirth	By : scattered-dimensions Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 8853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Kagome blinked and felt the tight grip on her arm loosen. It took her a moment to register that the word ‘please’ had fallen from Sesshomaru’s bleeding lips instead of the anticipated ‘die.’ Her frozen muscles thawed granting her the ability to close her gaping mouth, her tongue sticking thickly to the roof of it as she struggled to swallow around the huge lump in her throat.
She took a cautious step back breaking Sesshomaru’s hold on her completely. Her eyes remained transfixed on his reddened face. Kagome felt bile rise in her throat at the sight of the perfectly welted carbon copy of her handprint marring his flawless alabaster skin. The hue of the abrasion was so dark it rivaled the coloring of his stripes. The reality of what she had done came crashing down on her.
She had just slapped the taste out of the Western Taiyoukai’s mouth and…was still breathing.
Holy Kami above!
As justified and liberating as her actions had been, she didn’t think it wise to push her already fragile luck. She took another step backwards feeling more than a little apprehensive. His eyes weren’t helping either; golden orbs transfixed on her every movement like he was waiting for something. She hoped it was for an answer, but her self-preservation instincts were refusing to believe it. She was torn and a little shaken. It had been like an out of body experience without the third person point of view.
She had watched her hand fly of its own accord and mentally cringed as her palm struck the warmth of his cheek. She saw the bewilderment displayed openly on his face as his head snapped to the side before her vision was obscured by a water flow of silken silver. She had retracted her stinging hand thinking that was the last thing she would ever do, but then he had said please.
Now she was struggling to catch up. He hadn’t said anything else nor had he moved while she deliberated the last few moments they had spent in each other’s tense company. After everything that had transpired, he still wanted to touch her. There was nothing she had locked away in the file labeled Sesshomaru in her mind that could be used to understand it.
“You’re not mad?” She asked impulsively and felt like a lunatic poking a hibernating bear with a chainsaw.
Deep concentration wrinkled the crescent moon on his forehead and his head bowed slightly like the frown on his face weighed a ton.
“No, though I do not suggest it happen again.” He said flatly.
“Why?” She asked reeling from his mental flashbang of an answer.
“Your congeniality will not stay my hand should there be a repeat performance, Miko.” He stated coolly and locked her eyes with his own.
Kagome shut up.
She had wanted to know why he wasn’t mad, but supposed his explanation answered that question along with further solidifying her original trepidation. He may not have been his true self in a physical aspect, but he was still intimidating none the less. Her mind flashed to a maw frozen in midtransformation. The hair on her arms stood on ends and she shivered. He quirked an eyebrow.
“Your thoughts, Miko?” He inquired and she had to take a steadying breath.
“I’m not sorry I hit you.” She started refusing to lie and he nodded as if he already knew making her feel a little emboldened. “You shouldn’t have grabbed me.”
“Agreed.” He said combing his fingers through his hair and she guessed that was as close to an apology she would ever get from him.
Her focus was directed to his split lower lip. It was slightly swollen and trickling a tiny amount of blood that he didn’t seem to notice. She walked around him to her desk and opened the middle drawer rummaging until she found a travel packet full of tissues. She opened the plastic package and pulled one out. She turned finding him seated on her bed watching her intently.
She may have not been sorry, but it didn’t mean she liked what she had done. She walked up to him and twisted the flimsy paper over the tip of her forefinger. He didn’t resist when she gingerly grasped his chin and tilted his face to the side. She couldn’t help but notice how soft and warm his skin was.
She nibbled the inside of her cheek nervously moving her other hand forward.
Kagome tried not to pay attention to his piercing amber gaze as she dabbed the blood away from his lip and chin. More welled to the surface and she made to remove it, but his hand stilled her movements with a gentle pressure. Her eyes locked with his as he removed the tissue from her finger.
He singled out that particular digit and enveloped her hand in his larger one, his claws resting against the tender underside of her wrist causing her heart to pound against her ribs. He brought the pad up to the cut and smoothed it over the slick surface. She tried to pull away uncertain of his intent, but he refused to let her go.
His eyes dropped from hers as he pulled back the moist appendage to inspect it then pushed it toward her own lips. She looked at him like he’d lost his mind and clamped her mouth tightly closed pulling her head away. He stopped, his hand still holding hers just inches from her face, and his eyes narrowed.
“It is possible that my blood may awaken your own powers. Take advantage while you can. It is not often this Sesshomaru bleeds.”
Kagome couldn’t deny the fact that he may be right about her reiki. Her blood had allowed him to temporarily regain his own powers. In regards to his proclivity about bleeding, she had seen it happen quite often here lately. She smiled electing to keep that thought to herself.
He cocked his head to the side regarding her curiously before she pulled her hand out of his grasp. She held her finger up to look at the shiny crimson liquid. It wasn’t much and she wasn’t into exchanging blood with anyone, Kami, think of the diseases, but Sesshomaru was a demon.
She deliberated it rationally for a moment.
Considering the regiment of antibiotics he was on she doubted anything could live in his bloodstream, couple that with his surge in youki that more than likely purified anything that may have existed…she found the idea to be intriguing.
She had been willing to let him do his experiments on her own wounds. He had even lowered his standards enough to ask her permission, had pretty much forgiven her for striking him, and allowed her to touch him without a fight. Now he was offering a part of his highly regarded self for her own possible benefit.
Their situation was a cacophony of misunderstandings, biased stubbornness, and a complete lack of mediating. Someone had to take the first step. She wanted to go back to her friends. He wanted to go home. And the only way that well would work would be if she could get her powers back. He was offering her an olive branch and she concluded that she would be a fool to not accept it.
“Here goes nothing.” She muttered and placed her finger in her mouth.
She shut her eyes to block out everything else in favor of the taste on her tongue. It was bitter with a light metallic undercurrent, but not as vile as she had anticipated. She suckled the blood away after a moment waiting. She didn’t feel any different. That dark void where her powers normally buzzed just beneath the surface was still cold and lifeless and when she tried to flare her reiki nothing happened.
She opened her eyes and pulled her finger out of her mouth with a sigh. Sesshomaru was staring at her expectantly, his hands resting on his knees and his eyebrows lifted in a silent question, hope written plainly across his features. It dawned on her that this was probably the most vulnerable she had ever seen him, all fever induced deliria aside, and it saddened her to have to disappoint him.
“Sorry.” She offered gloomily and his countenance fell.
She sat down on her bed beside him and drew her knees to her chest wrapping her arms around her shins to hold her in place. He remained silent for some time obviously lost in thought.
“You were never meant to be there.” He said and she rolled her eyes.
“We’ve been over this a couple times now.” She retorted irritated that he was still going on about that.
“The spell was meant for InuYasha and this Sesshomaru, Miko.” He corrected in a far-off way.
Her brow furrowed as she tried to follow him in his mental journey. He brought his claws up to scratch along the underside of his chin, his eyes fixed off into space.
“The spell was created to dispel youki, but your interference caused an adverse reaction sending us here when we fell through the Bone Eater’s well.” Sesshomaru continued.
“The well stopped working after I came back to the Feudal era. I tried to travel back through just to see if it would work, but nothing happened.” She offered resting her chin on her knees.
“Do you find it strange that you were injured and I was not?” He asked turning to look at her, his eyes searching her face as if to find the answer written there.
“I hadn’t really thought about it. Everything happened so fast. I felt her spiritual powers growing in strength and just acted. When I woke up on this side of the well and you were moving about, I thought I had taken the blow for you, but then I couldn’t feel your youki.” Kagome explained and he turned away.
“Were spiritual powers the only thing you sensed?” He asked curiously and Kagome thought hard.
“No, there was something completely malevolent about the energy. That’s what scared me the most.” Kagome said honestly and Sesshomaru nodded in understanding.
“I encountered the same feeling when I met her in the forest though the source of her power was hidden from me. The sensation was infinitely stronger in the clearing, but her reiki overshadowed it.” He said with a sneer.
“It was the opposite for me. Could she have been a half demon? She did say something about your father. There’s no way she could have lived so long if she were human.” Kagome asked looking to him for confirmation, but he just shook his head.
“She was human, though it is not impossible that she could have been using demonic powers.” He answered his voice floating somewhere in his sea of thoughts again.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Kagome watched him for a time, his eyes moving behind his magenta lids. Every now and again, his lips would twitch in the corners or he would grit his teeth causing the muscles in his jaw to jump and flex. His eyes opened and she thought she heard him sigh. She nibbled her bottom lip waiting for him to speak.
“Sesshomaru?” She asked when he didn’t say anything after a few minutes.
“Lie down, Miko.” He said coolly and she pursed her lips in annoyance.
They were finally getting along and working together. Figures he’d have to start barking orders. Old habits die hard. Kagome shook her head and unfolded herself, flipping onto her stomach making the bed bounce underneath them.

Sesshomaru had been surprised that Kagome hadn’t put up more of a fight when he strongly suggested she take in his blood. Most humans were repulsed by such things. It had taken her a few moments to decide upon the action, but when she accepted he felt a strange sense of excitement. If the key to the cure was in their blood then it wouldn’t be long before he formulated the proper applications to return their powers, but she had felt nothing.
He had been crestfallen, to say the least, but her willingness to try was comforting in an odd way. Of course that sent his mind back to the original attack and her intervention. He tried to figure out why her blood was a catalytic agent and his was not. It made little sense.
He appreciated her willingness to talk about her side of the events prior to their trip to the future. It filled in a few gaps, but there were still key pieces missing from the puzzle. One thing their exchange proved was that their perceptions were drastically conflicting.
She had felt the dark power over Noriko’s reiki, whereas he had felt the reiki before anything else. It shouldn’t have been that way. A power should have been sensed by potency not by category.
The witch’s spiritual powers were unbelievably strong and had forced him into the beginning stages of transformation before they dispersed, but there was more to it than simple reiki, something darker, something Kagome sensed. The dark Miko could have easily incapacitated him if she had wanted to though his death would have been nothing more than an overzealous imagining on her part. Now thinking about it, her actions had been more akin to toying than actual attacks.
Noriko had been trying to weaken him and InuYasha beforehand. Her arrival after they dispatched the horde of lower youkai had been no coincidence. The witch had been planning this for some time it seemed and had bided her time until the right moment. He had sensed the change in the dark Miko’s intensions right before Kagome slammed into his chest.
Noriko had told Kagome and her other companions to flee before facing him and the hanyou. He had watched her hide in the bushes just outside of the clearing. It was apparent that the wench, as well as he, had underestimated the tenacity of the young woman lying next to him. He hadn’t even sensed Kagome’s approach. By then the attack had already been released.
An abrupt realization zipped through his mind like a bolt of lightning. The dark priestess had been able to erect a barrier around herself. That’s why he hadn’t sensed her properly during their initial meeting and it explained why he hadn’t been able to feel the true extent of her power before it was too late. His eyes fell to Kagome, but she had. This tiny onna had tried to shield him.
Sesshomaru shifted his position and pulled up the back of Kagome’s sweater revealing her bandages. He watched her bury her face into the pillow to hide herself. She was flushing brightly, her body tense, but she never objected. He made short work of her bandages with his claws and pulled the cloth ribbons away revealing a nearly healed back. His brow furrowed.
There was only one gash that hadn’t changed. It was the one he had first tasted the night before. His youkai had not been fully active at the time. The others were mending quickly and several had closed entirely leaving behind pink ribbons trailing along creamy flesh. He traced one with his finger as if to convince himself that it was real. Her skin prickled and she sucked in a sharp breath.
Sesshomaru recalled the moment that Noriko’s energy hit them. His arm unintentionally connected with InuYasha’s chest when he was propelled backwards, hands holding tightly to his armor, the slight weight of her against him. He remembered falling and Kagome’s scream of pain deafening him right before the agony struck him as well, but she was the only one to be physically harmed though the malicious energy encompassed them both.
He lowered his head holding back his hair with one hand and supported his weight on the bed with his other until he was hovering just above her. He took a tentative lick of the remaining raw wound and she tensed further, her arms squeezing into her sides and her hands gripping the pillow.
He felt her blood fizzle on his tongue. Her taste enveloped his senses as they began to spark back to life.
Her breathing increased its tempo when he returned to languidly lave the rented blemish. He closed his eyes to savor the sensations thrumming to the surface. Her heart stuttered in her chest when he reached the underside of her left shoulder blade. He flicked off of the delicate protrusion and could hear her fingers sliding against the soft pillowcase as she adjusted her grip, her breaths caught momentarily in her throat.
Her scent was sweet and fresh like honeysuckles, yes that was the flower that eluded his memory before, but the smell was tainted by her nervousness. Sesshomaru focused his attention on a smaller cut on her right side close to her breast though it didn’t reach that far. He heard a muffled whimper.
He could practically taste her soul. It radiated innocence in the purest form. This was her strength. This is what allowed her to purify the vile hanyou and banish the Sacred jewel from this world. This was also her weakness.
Kagome had been injured because of the purity she held within her. Noriko had become twisted and her powers reflected that. Kagome hadn’t been able to withstand it. The spell had been made for one of demon blood and would have banished all things demonic, but Kagome was human and the force of the corruption had ripped through her taking her powers and leaving her physically broken. He did not understand why the assault hadn’t outright killed her, but that was a subject for another time.
Her skin was knitting together quickly, his youki back in all its wondrous glory. His limbs were no longer heavy and the emptiness inside had been filled. He could hear the cars on the street at the bottom of the hill, Buyo’s lazy yawn from the kitchen, a mother scolding her child from an unperceivable distance, but every thundering heartbeat emitted from this girl’s chest, every tiny gasp of breath she took was the most resonant and enthralling sounds by far.
His tongue trailed the last inch of open skin feeling it mend under his ministrations signaling the inevitable end to this experiment. He struggled to keep the sadness away from his current euphoria wanting it to last. He swept across the wound until he tasted nothing but her skin…soft, decadent.
He pulled away replacing her shirt and felt his youki begin to recede back into the fathomless void he could not reach on his own. He fought desperately to keep it in place, but was losing the battle miserably.
Kagome stirred beneath him and turned her head to the side peeking up at him over her shoulder. He took her in with his waning heightened senses. He had been wrong before. She was so much more than just pleasant to look at. Her eyes, the colors of the ocean in summer, layered and vibrant, were open and vulnerable with long, framing lashes that fluttered against her prettily flushed cheeks. Her lips were lush and glistening from where she’d nervously moistened them. Had her hair always been that deep onyx?
The void inside him became a chasm and then his youki was gone leaving him bereft once more.
He sat up and raked his fingers through his hair averting his attention to the barren trees outside the bedroom window attempting to recompose himself. She climbed off the bed worrying her lip between her teeth. Her petite form blocked his view momentarily as she started to leave. His hand shot out and enclosed around her wrist without looking at her. She gasped, but did not pull away.
He wanted to say something, to thank her for what she had granted him, to describe what it felt like to be whole again… He wanted to offer her something in return, anything, but his desolation was all consuming and he could not formulate the proper words. She probably wouldn’t understand anyway. He let her go and she stood there for a moment before walking away. The door closed softly behind her leaving him alone with his abject thoughts.

A/N: Thank you to Luminari_Lilium, Shyneamor, & xMishax for their reviews.
I gotta say though, Ms. Luminari your intuition is scary (but in a cool way ^_^). I have several chapters prewritten and I’m posting them one at a time just in case I hit writers block somewhere down the line. You’ve predicted several things so far. It’s crazy. I hope I’m not disappointing.
Anyway, thank you readers & voters.
More to post soon.
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