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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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The haze of her climax had just begun to ebb when Kagome felt herself being lifted. She raised questioning eyes to Sesshoumaru's face and frowned. His expression had grown... strange. His eyes, deep auburn irises with bloodstained rims, bore into hers hungrily. She gasped as he took hold of her, dangerously extended claws prickling the tender skin of her hip and shoulder while he turned her beneath him. His nose soon found the curve of her neck where the blood mark still pulsed dully, nudging her hair to the side, one leaden arm snaking its way around her waist. She struggled in his grasp momentarily, going still as he growled near her ear. On hands and knees, there was no way of telling what he intended to do. There was no warning, no preamble before she felt him shift, arm clasping more tightly about her waist, propelling her backward and burying himself nearly to the hilt.
Her vision blurred and wavered. There was no time to recover from this new onslaught. The cry had barely passed her lips before he withdrew and surged forward, thrusting deeper still. The movement shook her from her delirium, the driving pulse sending sharp stabs of pleasure along her thighs and up into the pit of her stomach. She gasped in answer to each demanding press of his hips, her forehead falling to the sheets, fingers snagging the disheveled fabric beneath them so tightly, her nails rend the soft satin and dug into the mattress beneath. Every rock of his hips sent fiery tendrils through her body, filling each and every pore until she was falling across the precipice. Flashes of light exploded before her eyes, followed swiftly by gathering darkness, spiraling downward into warm, blissful ecstasy.
He came hard and fast. The muscles along his abdomen contracted rhythmically, lungs labored with each breath, rough palms relaxed their tense grip on the trembling girl, moving instead to tease and caress her breast and thigh. In the dim recesses of his consciousness, where control had been reborn, Sesshoumaru knew there was little time to withdraw; limited opportunity to save her the risk of baring his seed and, in turn, compromising the integrity of the coming ritual. Even as the thought had come to him, however, a deeper part of him, the ancient predatory being that he was, latched on all the more, sinking claw and fang into fevered flesh and driving deep to fill her to the brim. A satisfied shudder ran down his spine, a purr of completion rumbling lowly in his chest, his weight lowering finally to hers.
Kagome stirred. With the gentle passing of cloudy disorientation came the realization of her very awkward, and decidedly sticky, position. She gave a weary grunt, hoping that the wordless plea would be understood. Luckily, her darling mate seemed to take her murmured hint before the very breath was pressed from her lungs. Sesshoumaru eased away slowly, gathering her body to his and rolling onto his back. She could feel a fresh burst of color rising to her cheeks as he took his time to gently withdraw before turning her and bringing her head to rest against his shoulder. Peeking from beneath her lowered lashes, she caught a glimpse of his self-satisfied smile before it was hidden behind a stoic mask. He reached to tug the end of the bed sheet free and tossed it across their bare hips.
"You're a pervert," Kagome muttered, face buried against his skin to hide her own knowing smile.
"Is that so?" his amused reply came. "You found time between cries of ecstasy to come to this conclusion?"
"Hey!" she protested with an indignant upward lurch, grimacing slightly at the dull ache that flared beneath her at the sudden move. "You have a lot more experience than I do, obviously. It's not my fault your perverted-ness rubbed off."
His eyes fell to rest on her exposed breasts and her cheeks practically glowed in embarrassment. She folded her arms to block his view.
"You see?" she pouted, blushing still. "Dirty mind..."
He ran his index finger along the underside of her arm, sending shivers across her rapidly cooling skin. "I enjoy looking at you this way, Kagome. You'll come to enjoy looking at me as well, given enough time. We'll simply have to find more opportunities for... experimentation."
Her mouth fell open, fully prepared to object to that assertion, but a loud and resounding knock at the door cut her short. The look on Sesshoumaru's face was enough to tell her that their playful banter would have to continue on a later date. She watched him rise and stride toward the doorway, panic rising in the pit of her stomach at the thought that he might actually answer the door wearing nothing but a cascade of silver hair and a mildly disgruntled scowl.
"Hey, wait!" Kagome gasped, looking around frantically for something to hide behind. "You can't just--"
Something soft brushed her shoulder and she turned to find him standing at the side of the bed, a long white robe held in one hand. She took it gratefully and pulled it over her shoulders, sliding across the mattress at the same time to stand at his side. His hands came to rest on the belt to her robe, using it to pull her toward him.
"Don't you need one, too?" she asked breathlessly, hands rising to his chest, steadying herself.
"Hm," his answer was muffled against the curve of her neck. "It will be taken care of in a moment."
She waited. "What are you doing...?"
Without answering, he drew back, turning and making his way out into the hallway and disappearing into the darkness. Another moment passed and she wondered if he had decided to ignore the knocking altogether. The sharp pounding came again and she heaved a heavy sigh.
"I'll get it, then," Kagome grumbled.
She tightened the belt around her waist and wobbled her way out the door and along the darkened hallway. It had dawned on her somewhere between the bed and the hall that whoever it was seemed to be calling at an awfully strange time of day. A quick peek through the sliding glass door in the bedroom had told her that it wasn't fully dawn just yet. It was too dark to read the clock, but she was certain it had to have been before six. At the same time, the thought that she now had the power to tell whoever it was to go to hell and leave them alone gave her a strange thrill. She wondered distractedly what Sesshoumaru would say if she suddenly felt the urge to abuse that power and keep him to herself for the rest of the day. She squelched the thought with a snicker, reaching for the doorknob. She'd have to keep in mind the risk behind inviting him to stay with her alone again.
"Kagome...?!"
She was starting to feel as though her cheeks would never get the chance to cool down. Embarrassed didn't begin to describe the feeling she had at the knowing look on Tsuyako's face as the woman stepped from behind her very dumb-stricken husband.
"Kagome, indeed!" the miko gasped; her struggle to contain her face-splitting grin evident as she pushed past the unmoving kitsune. "So, I was right! Someone did get lucky after all..."
"Oh, dear lord," the man behind her groaned, his face glowing almost as brightly as the girl's.
The two made their way into the hallway, Shippou stretching to the wall beside the door to turn on the overhead light. Kagome could feel her fists tighten in the fabric of the robe. This was definitely not the way she wanted to spend the aftermath of her first sexual experience. She'd imagined soft sheets and warm caresses, not gaping kitsunes and wildly laughing mikos demanding to know every girlish detail.
"What are you doing here?" she sputtered, feeling no less frustrated as a half-dressed Sesshoumaru came walking in at that very instant.
"We should be asking you that question," Tsuyako declared, waggling a finger in her direction. "Didn't I tell you about this exact same thing, you naughty girl? And here I come to find you still sweaty from what I expect was an extremely hot and--"
"Tsuyako!" Shippou interrupted with a desperate wave of his hands. "For kami's sake, woman! This is the girl that helped to raise me! I don't need to hear this!"
"Well she's not a little girl anymore, koibito," the miko insisted with a laugh as she waved them in the general direction of the kitchen. "And you, Sesshoumaru. You of all people should know better. The night before the ritual... What were you thinking? You're like a dog with a bone!"
"Oh, for pity's sake!" the kitsune howled again, stalking past them to open the refrigerator. "We need to get this over with so I can go home and wash my ears out with bleach."
Kagome stepped closer to her mate, taking the hand he offered as she watched the pair rummage about the kitchen. If she'd thought the couple to be somewhat eccentric before, there was no doubt in her mind now that the eccentricity was, in fact, pure insanity.
"Right, then," Tsuyako was saying. "Water, herbs, scrolls... check, check, and check. I think, all things considered, our safest bet would be to take this out onto the balcony. There�s less chance of property damage that way. Sound reasonable?"
They turned in unison: Shippou with an armful of bottled water and paper bags, Tsuyako baring a plastic bag brimming with herbs she'd dug out of one billowing sleeve. Each looked expectantly to the demon and the girl at his side. For her part, Kagome remained as calm as her frazzled nerves would allow. Sesshoumaru hadn't said a word, and she strained to keep from turning to him to see the expression on his face. Something told her that he probably looked about as bemused as she was beginning to feel.
*~~~
"He's failed, Brother. The demon lord is still alive..."
Poteto's eyes wandered to where Inuyasha was now pacing, unaware of the second guardian that hovered like mist above the room's far window. Her brother's eyes had fallen to the hanyou as well, blazing with unbridled eagerness with every passing step.
"We're aware of this," Saizou's voice gurgled like igneous bile in the back of her mind. "The half-breed is useless... Perhaps it's best to simply kill him and find someone more willing to face the elder demon..."
She chuckled lightly at the suggestive words. "You just want to get your hands on that icky little dog boy. Why else would you come over to this side in that form? Either way, you may be right. At this pace, we'll never have the power we need to further our plans."
She slumped down onto her elbows, grimacing as she watched the boy in question stomping a groove into the hardwood floor of the hotel room. It was a pity, really, that something so weak and ineffective could come from the bloodline of the great and powerful dog demon. Had there been another son of Sesshoumaru's strength, this plan would have been well underway centuries ago.
"We are close, dear Sister," Saizou assured her with a gentle flutter of his wisplike extremities. "Soon, the demon lord will pass through the gate, his shell will be destroyed, and his power will be ours. Soon, we'll have no need for the humans. We'll have the strength to walk freely among them, slaking our thirsts as we see fit. It is only a matter of time."
"I will enjoy the simple freedom from this unbearable confinement the most," Poteto sighed dreamily. "No need to rely on the wayward minds of these childish creatures in order to have our will be done. It sings so sweetly to my ears, Brother. It pains me to have to wait for this hanyou to prove worthy of our interest."

The mist began to fade and she knew her attention would have to return to the issue at hand.

"If it's too much to carry on your own," Saizou's voice echoed in the distance, "then I'm certain Ogami and Kagami will be happy to help bear the weight..."
Nodding quietly to herself, Poteto lifted her head slowly to gaze at the white-haired boy. She crossed her claws in frustration when she saw that he had yet to calm down from the past day's events. The hanyou had done little more than rant and pace since early the night before. She was beginning to think the fool would be a wasted effort after all.
She heaved a sigh. "There is little point in being angry, Inuyasha. You've missed only one chance, after all."
"He... they..."
"He's mated with her, yes," the gatekeeper murmured. "Have you forgotten why we're here?"
"Of course I didn't forget!" he bellowed, coming to a halt and glaring at her viciously. "I was supposed to keep that bastard from ever touching her! Now this... What if they... What if she's...?"
"All the more reason to finish it before it goes too far," Poteto responded easily. "Should she end up carrying his child..."
His ears perked, and she lowered her head to hide the smile that had surely begun to spread across her face.
Eyes narrowed, Inuyasha took a step toward the creepy little ogress. "What are you saying? You told me they only needed Sesshoumaru. You said his power was enough! Don't fuck with me, dammit! If you lay a finger on Kagome..."
"Well... that's all up to you, now, isn't it?"
"What?!"
"You've waited too long, Inuyasha," her voice bloated with suppressed humor. "You poor, little puppy... Had you killed Sesshoumaru before the ritual began, this wouldn't be a problem at all... Such a mess it's all become. Luckily, there's still a small window of opportunity while his soul's on the other side, but who's to say you won't mess that up as well? And if the girl becomes pregnant, as I'm sure is bound to happen if last night was any indication-"
"It won't happen!" Inuyasha snapped, his eyes clenched shut and clawed hands rising to cover his ears as he tried to wipe the image from his mind. "He wouldn't... He won't! I won't let that happen!"
"Really? I don't see that you've done a very good job of holding up your end of the bargain so far. I'm beginning to wonder just how committed you are to saving that poor girl..."
The words threw him back to reality. Whirling around, he eyed the creature as she skulked from one corner of the room to another in a heavy gait. Even the walls seemed to bow under the weight of the guardian's aura. In the other realm, she had very literally floated from place to place with ease, gliding over the ground and thrashing about at will. Now, in this world, it seemed as though the wispy little being could scarcely carry her body more than a few feet before having to rest.
Yet, something in the movement still made him cringe.
He didn't know how she'd brought him here. One minute, he was staring down a widely gaping maw, awaiting what he suspected would be a painful and bloody re-introduction to the waking world; the next moment, they were standing in the middle of a hotel room in one of his brother's infrequently visited buildings. Poteto had given him three commands without preamble: go to the high rise across town, retrieve Tetsusaiga from the hotel's vault where Tsuyako had stored it, and wait for Sesshoumaru's return. The youkai was close, she'd said, and Kagome was with him. They were at a fairground, of all places. The guardian had taken off in that direction, leaving Inuyasha to find his way back to the Hanataka alone.
He wasn't sure what he planned to do there. With each step, something inside of him began to falter. He wondered if, after all this time, he even had it in him to do what he was plotting. He wasn't sure of himself anymore. After all, he realized, he'd been wrong. If this was the Sesshoumaru he knew from decades before, and Kagome was just another conquest, why was the demon going through with this ritual? He knew the risks. For a hanyou, the transition wasn't so bad. Misako had barely felt a thing when they had bonded. It was the full-blooded youkai that bore the weight of the ritual the most.
Shippou himself had nearly been torn apart when his soul was released. He'd been violently ripped from his body and flung through the gates at a cruel velocity that had kept his consciousness in limbo for days on end. It took almost a week for him to return to his lifeless shell, and he'd come back to them scant inches from absolute death. The months spent nursing him back to health was months also spent researching a completely new method of imposing the bond. The initial attempt had proven ineffective, since the ritual had to be done a second time. They'd found out later that the miko had been pregnant; the significance of which had been made clear in later trials. That tiny life, sustained by his father's powers in its early stages within the womb, had been the cause of the torment and pain the man had endured, only to find that they had not been able to seal him to his mate. They were forced to change the process numerous times before a safer method was found. Each time brought decidedly less dire results, but it consistently proved the same point: a pure-blooded youkai would risk death by being bonded to a human no matter what precautions were made. That fact was amplified a thousand fold for those who had lived for tremendous lengths of time. The soul simply refused to be separate from its place, and the greater the time spent within its living shell, the more profound the adherence to its earthbound home.
Demons as old as Sesshoumaru... it's gonna be a million times worse... his brow furrowed at the thought. Why would he take that risk? Is he really willing to die for her...? Does she mean that much to him...?
Eyes narrowed, Poteto watched the hanyou as his pace slowed, a feeling of uncertainty coming over her. She drew herself up, mouth agape, breathing in deeply and pulling the boy's thoughts into her belly to examine them. A snarl slipped from her lips as the taste of his indecisiveness grew heavy and acrid on her tongue. Dragging herself toward him slowly, she pinned him with her gaze.
"Is something wrong, Inuyasha...?"
Golden eyes flashed toward her, and the truth was revealed instantly.
"I see," she murmured, continuing her deliberate advance. "It's become... too much for you... Hasn't it, Inuyasha? You can't do it all by yourself, can you?"
His features had grown wary. "What are you talking about? Nothing's changed. I know what I have to do, and I'll do it."
"No, I don't think you mean that at all. Maybe you were the wrong choice... You're only a half-breed, after all: weak and ineffective, just like he always said. I knew it all along, but I chose to give you a chance anyway. It's too much, though, isn't it?"
Inuyasha�s eyes narrowed at the change in the girl's tone. She was up to something, he just wasn't sure what. He clenched his teeth and waited. If it came down to it, there probably wasn't a chance in hell he'd be able to fight her. There was no backing down, though. If he had to fake his way through this for a chance to fix the mess he made, he'd do it.
He hated what Sesshoumaru was. Hated it and envied it. The power that came with his name alone was everything Inuyasha had ever wanted. It wasn't any new revelation. He was jealous. Jealous and cynical and just plain pissed that he couldn't be anything that his brother was. Eyes shifting to the door beyond Poteto's right shoulder, he scowled inwardly. He hated what his brother could be, and had been, but it didn't stop him from respecting the bastard anyway. It didn't stop him from seeing that being someone like Sesshoumaru meant losing everything and everyone for no reason at all. It meant loneliness and misunderstanding and constant fighting that he was just not interested in. Turning back to the girl steadily creeping toward him, he almost laughed at his own stupidity. Kill his brother? Not likely. He'd made some bad mistakes before, but he'd never let his own cloudy judgment push him to something like this again.
Now he just had to find a way out of this blood oath...
"You're quiet, Inuyasha."
Her voice had grown soft, and he was amazed to find that she had actually fallen into a dejected slump, her face scrunched into a babyish pout that almost made him laugh.
"What the hell are you doing?" he demanded. "That's your big plan to take over Sesshoumaru's powers? Trust me, lady. Tantrums don't do shit for my brother."
Glassy eyes pinned him suddenly. "Oh? So you're calling him your brother again? How... disappointing..."
A screeching howl filled the room. Angry streams of jyaki pounded into his ears in a deafening staccato, wringing a howl of pain from his lips as he fell to the ground, arms wrapped desperately around his throbbing head. Warm wetness seeped through his fingers and he brought a hand before his face to find it dripping and red. The blood seeping from his ears did little to muffle the thundering roar above him. He could not only feel but taste the girl's essence coursing over him now, and his eyes rolled back in their sockets at the nauseating sensation it brought with it.
"Why does it have to be this way?" her voice whispered gently in the back of his mind. "We could have done so well. Honest!"
A squelching spasm came over him and he doubled forward, the feeling akin to a fist to the gut. In some distant part of his mind, Inuyasha realized that there was a second presence here: another vile aura closing in on him. It reeked of dirt and ashes and old rotting flesh. The scent filled his nostrils and threatened to suffocate him with its putrid stench. Willing his vision to clear, he searched his line of sight for the source of that foul odor.
When he found it, he desperately wished his eyes had stayed shut.
Poteto had been a strange and oddly fascinating creature in comparison with the oozing mass of disembodied limbs bubbling before him. His stomach lurched as a grotesque, maggot-infested skull gurgled from somewhere within the misshapen black body to float on what could barely be called the skin of this horrid excuse for a ball of mucous. He couldn't make heads or tail of the blob sloshing rhythmically against the bellowing gusts. Bile rose in the back of his throat and he was sure that even if he could decipher it, he didn't really want to. Whatever this thing was, it didn't give him the impression that it needed to be named for it to do some serious damage.
"Mmmrrgghh grrhhhmmrgg."
Seeing it was one thing. Listening to that thing as it made an attempt to talk was another. Before he could contain himself, vomit spewed past his lips and splattered the floorboards between him and the heaving mass. A second wave of nausea hit as the churning black blob scuttled forward eagerly and began to devour the bile where it had spilled.
"Brothers," Poteto's voice chidded casually, "this is no time for supper. You two have a job to do."
"B-brothers...?" Inuyasha gasped against another sickened lurch.
She stretched toward him with a nonchalant shrug, plucking a small chuck from his hair and flicking it in the general direction of the joyfully bouncing mass. "Kagami, the Searing Wound. Ogami, the Virulent Blade. My brothers have done a remarkable job of guiding human soldiers over the years. Normally they'd spent their time overseeing the wars; leading those wretched little minds on the path to their demise. Very sticky stuff. Not my field of work at all, mind you! They do it well, though. It usually only takes a little bit of persuasion for your kind to submit... You've been just a tad more resistant than we thought you would be, so Ogami and Kagami have come to help change that."
"Dirty... little..."
"Don't be like that, Inuyasha," she said sweetly. "You won't even remember a thing after it's done!"
He'd heard those words before. Struggling against the feeling of repulsion, he thrust his hands beneath him and pushed, battling his way to his knees. He couldn't fight them, but they couldn't fight him either. She said it herself: a guardian couldn't physically interfere. All he had to do was get out. Just get to the door, and-
"Mmrraaagggnnn!" the gargantuan blob bellowed suddenly, launching itself forward with incredible speed.
In an instant he was surrounded, the slimy weight of the demon flowing over his limbs like fetid sludge, bits of bone and rancid flesh scraping the skin of his back, his chest, his legs. Inuyasha let out a tortured howl. Where the dreadful ooze went, a searing pain followed. It was a pain parallel to having the skin boiled from the bone. Another anguished roar slipped from his lips and he raised furious eyes to the little white guardian standing before him.
"You!" he grunted, lungs filled with smoke and the stink of death. "You lied, you bitch! What happened to your rule about not being able to touch people in this world? No power, my ass!"
"I don't lie, you rabid little mutt!" Poteto screeched with a violent toss of her cherubim head. "I never lie! Guardians can't interfere with humans, idiot. You, on the other hand, are a half-breed. Not just any half-breed, but one that's already set foot in my world. Why do you think it was so easy for a hanyou to pass through Shenzu's gate? The youki keeping you tethered to your human soul is shaky, at best. You can share the tether with your human mate, bonding you to them, but that's about all you can do with it. We, on the other hand, can use pieces of that lifeline left in our realm to pull you back to our side. A little tug, and voila: half-demon hand puppet!"
She laughed uproariously, slumping to the ground, hind legs twitching in glee. "The best part is, you're not a full-blooded demon, so you can't put up a fight like your brother or that troublesome kitsune could! Unless, by some miracle, you find out how to patch up those little fragments you've left behind, you belong to us. Luckily, what you're feeling is nothing compared to what you would feel if you were fully brought over to the other side, but I think it'll do for now."
He watched her eyes flicker toward the ceiling, her head tilted as though listening to some voiceless command. She heaved a sigh and slouched dejectedly.
"Sadly," Poteto murmured with a slight shake of her head, "I have to go. That stupid cat is back and she's looking for you. It won't take long to deal with her, I promise. Be a good boy, ok? In the mean time... Kagami. Ogami. You know what you have to do. Sesshoumaru is already one step closer as we speak... I guess I have no choice now. I want our friend here ready for me when I get back."
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