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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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Sesshoumaru frowned.
The wind had begun to pick up. It tugged the ends of his hair from beneath his coat collar, tossing them behind his shoulder to ride the errant waves. It was nearly midnight, and still the city sang to him. Humans raced about in the streets far below his perch on the hotel rooftop. Their scents reached him even at this height. Acrid and bittersweet, like an orchard of burning citrus trees, he could smell the different degrees of death and decay among them. Intermingled was the musky, earthen fragrance of numerous demons who'd made their places amidst the oblivious masses. Beneath even that, however, was that singular presence that followed him as he made his way to his home. That unchanging presence that he could only detect simply for the fact that it alone had no odor at all.
What are you? Why do you seek to make yourself known?
Pale lids lowered over wary golden eyes. With a slight forward lurch, he stepped from the edge of the safety wall. The gust rose up to meet him. Cool streams of air blanketed his limbs and ran like soothing fingers through his garments to caress his heated skin. It had been so long since he'd allowed himself to enjoy this singular pleasure: to glide through the air above and beyond the inky swirl of human essence below. Like this, he could easily forget the probing eyes that seemed to now follow his every move; the cold shiver of unsurity that he'd never before allowed to cloud his resolve; and this newly discovered feeling of concern that came with the reality that his own life was not the only one he now sought to preserve.
Easing the speed of his freefall, Sesshoumaru exhaled a long and stress filled sigh. The peace was shortlived. The shimmering marble of his penthouse balcony lay just a few meters below. He would have to find secure footing soon, or risk an uproar from any humans who may witness his supernatural flight. Smiling wryly to himself, he leaned into a more erect position. Little in his appearances gave clues to what he was now, after all. Like his father, he had worn the markings of his bloodline with pride for centuries. It was only at the turn of this particular century that he had found himself allowing the evidence of his true nature to slip beneath the skin, unnoticed. As his feet soundlessly met marble, a hand drifted to the left side of his cheek. The feeling of nostalgia that followed was strange to him.
Back stiff, he had already begun to move. His steady pace had taken him through the doorway and into the suite before his mind had been made up. Jaw set, he strode through the darkened hallways leading to his personal den. He ignored the shelves of books lining the walls, the luxurious furnishings scattered here and there, the large maple desk standing against the far wall with its glass covered backdrop opening to the sparkling Tokyo skyline. Instead he found himself propelled toward the display case to his right; to the red velvet lining decorated with dazzling gems held there, remnants of his father's accumulated wealth of uncountable ages; and finally to the panel beneath it that slid smoothly aside with a hiss of the hydrolic mechanism within, to reveal his most prized material possessions in this new world of man.
The hilt of Tokijin resonated with the soul of the demon essence forged into its steel. Three sutras, put in place to contain the sword's evil might, wavered eerily against the very palpable streams of youki swirling against the glass and metal housing of the safety enclosure. Sesshoumaru could feel the power sing within his veins as easily as he could feel the weakness of man in the very air around him. The blade cried for its master still.
It had been precisely one hundred and seven years since he had last laid eyes upon the wickedness that was Tokijin. There simply was no use for such a weapon in this day and age. Yet, depite its propensity for doom and destruction, he ached for the feel of the sturdy weight within his palm. Still, this blade's cry had not reached him so strongly as the other. Hand still upon the locking mechanism, he gave the switch yet another turn. No. It was not Tokijin's voice he had heard in the night.
The tumblers shifted and realigned. The glass case housing the demon sword slipped from view, a second case of pure steel taking its place before him. From within this heavy box echoed an even deeper cry, one that thundered above the wails of his trusted hell sword. As his claws took to unlocking the bolts that sealed this particular weapon away, the tendrils of demon spirit from within spilled forth, slithering along his forearms and over his shoulders to whisper promises of devastation to his ears. Nestled in the shadows of the silk lined box was the first of the two blades he found there. The smile that lit his lips at that moment came easily and without mocking. Tenseiga. Even to this day, the sword still held its natural sheen. He had neither to polish nor resin the blade, for it had maintained its appearances through the strength of his father's fang alone. Little time was spent in awe of this masterpiece, however, for the demanding howls for his attention had intensified for each second passed since he opened this particular box. His eyes fell to the blade on Tenseiga's right.
The light still shone brilliantly, after all these years. The vicious gleam throbbed from within the pearlescent hilt as his hand slid over its smooth shell. A burst of jyaki rose up to meet him, stinging sweetly against his fingertips. The force of this undying power called to him, and the blood of the dog demon that boiled in his veins called back with equal fervor. Eyes settling on the glowing blade, Sesshoumaru found himself frowning once again.
You feel this presence as well, don't you... Sou'unga...?
*~~~
Panting desperately, sweat streaming down her face, Kagome sat upright in bed. She shoved the blankets away and ran her hands over the mattress beneath her. She dug her fists beneath the pillows and shook out her pajama top. Hands rising frantically, she searched the collar of her shirt, her sleeves, her front lapel.
What is it?!
Standing abruptly, she snapped on her bedside light, stalked to the closet, and flung the doors wide. Nothing. She raced to the window, then to the dresser, and finally came to a stop in the center of the room. Nothing and no one, and yet she could have sworn - sworn - that she had been touched in her sleep. Arms wrapped around her midsection, she eyed the door leading out into the hallway. Something, moreso than someone, had ran its cold claw up her thigh and across her belly, over her breast and along her collar. Something had then dug down into the curve of her neck, feeling around beneath the skin before withdrawing and slithering away as quickly as it had come.
Timid fingers rose to the now tender expanse of skin just below her ear. It ached to the touch. The gentle throbbing she'd become accustomed to had been replaced by a vicious stinging sensation and an accompanying urge to empty her stomach with one good heave.
Sesshoumaru...
She had to go to him. Stripping from her pajamas where she stood, Kagome turned to her closet with quick resolve. She dragged a blouse and a pair of jeans from their hangers and pulled them on. She looked about for her purse as she pushed the last of the buttons of the top through its hole. The little handbag hung from a hook on the inside of the closet, her wallet sitting snuggly within its folds. She had opened her room door and made it down the stairs before the strap settled on her shoulder.
"Kagome?"
Her mother's voice startled her. It was just a little past midnight. The woman was usually sound asleep in her bed by now. Seeing her there, wrapped in a patchwork blanket, the light from the television set illuminating her slight form as it uncurled from the center of the sofa, was both unusual and unnerving.
"Where are you going at this time of night?" Ms. Higurashi asked gently as she rose. "It's terribly cold outside."
Kagome didn't know how to answer the question. She knew what this feeling told her she needed, but there were no words to explain it so that anyone else would understand..
"He needs me, mom," she heard herself begin to say. "Something's about to happen. I don't know what it is, or when it'll happen, but it's coming and it's coming fast. I have to be with him. Tonight. Right now."
Her mother's warm hand came to rest against her cheek, and she smiled at the woman before her with as little impatience as she could manage. The longer she waited, the more she needed to see him; the more she could hear him calling for her. It was an unbearable feeling similar to having pins driven into the backs of her eyes. Her skin had begun to tingle, her fingers and toes growing cold.
"Will you come back to us, Kagome?"
The softly questioning tone gave her pause. Meeting her mother's gaze, she found sadness and concern there.
"Of course I'll be back," Kagome breathed, frowning as she shook her head dismissively. "What makes you think I wouldn't?"
"You're growing older now," Ms. Higurashi replied with a smile. "You can come and go as you choose, without having to say a word to me. It's no matter, I suppose. Every parent must be ready for the day their child leaves home. I only worry that when it's your time, you'll be gone long before I even see it coming..."
Kagome fell into the older woman's embrace, squeezing tightly before stepping backward.
"I'll always come back, no matter what," she breathed, the uneasy feeling of desperation gathering in the pit of her stomach now. "This is my home. I promise, mom. I'll always come back. I just... I have to leave. I have to..."
Without a word, her mother reached back to retrieve something from the side table, turning and pressing an object into her right hand. Looking down, Kagome could make out the shape of the keychain the woman normally kept in her wallet. She folded her fingers over the keys, turning questioning eyes to the figure before her.
"You've never broken a promise to me before," Ms. Higurashi laughed lightly. "I don't see why you would break one now. I won't need the car until the fair tomorrow evening, so don't worry yourself. Please drive safely, Kagome. And hurry home, alright?"
Hugging her mother one more time, she ran to the front door. She slipped through it and out into the night without a look backward. The throbbing ache had become a nauseating swirl of panicked worry now. The car door opened easily, and the engine roared to life immediately as she turned the key in the ignition. She pressed a hand to her throat, attempting to ease the burning sensation, only to find that the welts has risen to sharp little ridges that burned all the more when her fingertips brushed against them.
Sesshoumaru...
Quelling the irrational fear that bubbled in the pit of her stomach, Kagome thrust the gear stick into reverse and pulled quickly out of the driveway. Somehow, she knew he would be awake; that he would be waiting for her once she got there. An image flashed in her mind's eye, vanishing before she could make out what it was. Something in it brought her a mild sense of peace, though. He would be there. She knew it, even if she had no way of explaining how she knew. Switching the car into drive, she pushed the fear from her mind and looked out onto the road now illuminated by the headlights.
High above her head, rainclouds had begun to gather.
*~~~
Misako lay awake in the darkness of her bedroom, her fingers tracing and retracing tiny circles around the throbbing welts that stood out on her neck. The three little lines had grown hot and rigid some time during the night, pulling her from a deep sleep. Rolling carefully up into a sitting position, she slid her feet into the slippers at the side of the bed, attempting to stand. The new life growing within her had begun to squirm restlessly in the past fifteen minutes. There seemed no appeasing it, either, despite her weary attempts. The hand she ran over her protruding belly did nothing for the baby fussing about inside. Her child had begun to call for its father. Time and experience had trained her to guess what this could mean. Either the birth was closer at hand than they'd anticipated, or Inuyasha had found himself in a dangerous situation. She'd become attuned with her body's functions well enough to know that it was far from going into labor.
"Inuyasha..." she breathed as she pulled her robe tightly around her shoulders. "What have you gotten yourself into this time?"
She trudged out the door and down the hall to her daughter's bedroom. Turning the knob slowly, she peeked inside. Somehow, she wasn't surprised to find the little girl standing amidst her blankets and sheets, wide golden eyes gazing out of her window, head tilted as though listening to a conversation only she could hear.
"Kimi?" the woman whispered gently, coming to stand behind the girl. "What is it, sweetheart? What do you hear?"
"Some people are talking about daddy," her daughter murmured without turning around. "Can you hear them, mommy?"
Angling her head, Misako strained to hear whatever it was her daughter heard. A very tiny foot gave her a very big kick in the belly button and she sighed deeply. It couldn't be helped. Being human definitely had its drawbacks. Despite the discomfort and the now searing pain at her neck, she couldn't bring herself to leave her daughter and risk a trip through what looked like a pending storm to find out what her husband was up to. She would have to bear it until the upcoming day when she could get someone to stay with Kimi. Running a hand through the little girl's hair, she tried her best to keep from grimacing as another kick in her abdomen reminded her of her other reason for staying home.
"Mommy?" Kimi whirled to her abruptly, her little brow furrowed. "What does 'blood oath' mean?"
The woman frowned as well. "Where did you hear that?"
"The girl said it," her daughter went on as she allowed her mother to lower her down onto the bed. "She said the guards are calling daddy for a blood oath on uncle Amaru. What does it mean?"
A chill ran down her spine as Misako tucked her daughter into bed.
So that's the feeling I've been having, her mind began to race. Someone's planning to force Inuyasha against his brother...? But... why?
"It doesn't mean anything, baby," she whispered reassuringly to her child, leaning down to kiss the wrinkled little brow. "No more frowny faces. Time for bed, ok? Tomorrow, I'll go and see daddy and Uncle Amaru, and everything will be just fine."
She stretched up to the curtain hanging above the girl's bed and tugged it back in place, blocking out the night's darkness and the roiling storm clouds along with it. The look on her daughter's face told her that the girl wasn't buying her explanation. With a final kiss goodnight, she slipped from the room and closed the door with a heavy sigh. This was yet another frustration she had to suffer as wife and mother of a house full of demons: her children and husband were just too darned perceptive to get the better of any of them.
Shaking her head, Misako waddled slowly back to her bedroom. She didn't have the power to sense other demons, or understand her baby's cries, or even hear the whispers of whatever these creatures were that tried to use the man she loved, but she had something that worked just as well. As the wife of the taiyoukai's only sibling, she had power to control the movement of their bloodline's defenses. If it called for it, she could summon every able-bodied human and demon under Sesshoumaru's command to stand at her side and protect her family from harm. There were hundreds residing in Tokyo itself, and thousands in the surrounding cities, all of which would come to her aid within a day's time if ever she needed them.
Pulling the blankets up to her chin, a hand pressed to the ridges against her throat, she only hoped it would not come to such a drastic decision.
Come home soon, Inuyasha... my love...
*~~~
The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted along the penthouse hallways. Sliding the pot back onto its burner, Sesshoumaru made his way past the entry arch and back toward his bedroom, a steaming mug in one hand. Normally, he detested the viciously pungent stench of the cocoa beans. He disliked the taste of the wretched brew even more. Tonight, however, he sought out the aid of the horrid drink to dull his senses and ease the rising tension in his veins.
The smokey aroma rose to fill his nostrils, forcing the nerves to shrink, diminishing the other scents that flowed around him. He paused a moment to pull the balcony door open. It had begun to rain soon after his return. The glass dome covering the hotel foyer far below had been shuttered against an impending storm. A slight growl slipped from his lips as he glared at the droplets falling from the sky. Despite his ire, it was a welcome distraction. The scent of the coffee was much more desirable than the nothingness the rain would have brought. He extended a hand to catch a few falling raindrops and wondered for the first time what this simple splatter of moisture would feel like in the palm of a human hand.
The idea had little time to roll about in his mind before a faint knocking at the front entranceway drew his attention. He closed the door securely and pulled the thick drapes into place. A quick glance at the clock on the nightstand told him that it was now fifteen minutes past two. The day staff had retired, and his night staff knew not to disturb him for anything short of a catastrophe. They were all well equipped with detailed instructions, were there an emergency needing to be handled. Transferring the coffee cup to his left hand, he reached for the door handle with his right.
She was a vision of damp distress, standing there shivering on his doorstep. He was certain that the chilly air coming from the connecting corridor did not make for comfortable surroundings at that moment. Her features were held rigid, but her shoulders slumped and the worried crease in her brow eased in what he was sure had to be some form of relief.
Kagome could feel the pulse at her throat begin to race at the look of surprise in Sesshoumaru's eyes. She probably wasn't much to look at, right that minute. The valet had recognized her somehow, greeting her as 'my lady' before she could even slip out of the driver's seat. He'd smiled warmly and offered his own coat to shelter her from the pouring rain, but she'd already been caught out in the gale, and there was no salvaging her poor drenched garments. He'd then called to another young man to escort her to the private elevators leading to this suite. She'd frozen. After making it so far, Kagome had stood before the large white doors with no idea what to do next. Her escort had removed her jacket and waited for her to make up her mind, finally opting to knock on the door himself before slipping back into the elevator with a knowing grin.
Now, here she stood: wet and exposed and vulnerable once more. His eyes had never left her face as he stood, a cup of what smelled like coffee in his hand, and disbelief written all over his face.
Swallowing hard, she took a timid step forward, wetting her dry lips with the tip of her tongue before opening them to speak. "Sesshoumaru... can I come in?"
The words had startled him. He'd been watching the movement of her tongue so intently, he hadn't anticipated the moment it would disappear and her lips would begin to move. Schooling his features carefully, he drew his eyes away from her mouth to concentrate on the question that had been asked. Stepping to the side, he beckoned for her to enter, and his grip on the door knob tightened as an overwhelming shockwave of arousal quivered through him upon her first step across the threshold. Keen eyes snapped to the collar of her blouse. Even the smell of the coffee could not hide the heated waves of fragrant feminine musk that bombarded his senses and had his eyes nearly rolling in their sockets.
She was calling to him. Her body screamed for his in that instant as he'd never heard it cry out before. The power behind his mark connected them, yes, but he'd never felt anything close to this. He'd never bore witness to such a remarkably powerful response before in all his years. He could feel the call echo within his frame, and forced himself to draw air by way of his clenched teeth, for fear that any more of her scent would indeed throw him over the edge. The column of flesh beneath the heavy weight of his trousers grew rigid and strained at the thought, and as he pushed the door closed, he lifted the cup he'd been holding to his lips and breathed deeply.
It suddenly seemed as though the dawn was a lifetime away.
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