Compromise | By : kokkeichan Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Compromise
Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: SessMiro, InuHojou
Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha. All I own are the first two movies on DVD. You can have ‘em if you want to sue me.
A/N: A moving process...
Chapter Two – Sympathetic and Supportive
He was welcoming him into his lair, just like a spider would. Sesshoumaru’s claws lightly touched the handle of his father’s fang as the trees thinned out. He stepped into the clearing.
The full moon flooded the area with light but the shard equipped demon standing in it remained concealed in pure darkness. “Sesshoumaru,” Naraku chuckled, tilting his head with a sadistic grin. Needing to fulfill the bloodlust that had become overwhelming as of late, he himself came forth; not a puppet or an entity created from his original body. “Dog got your tongue?”
Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed and he snatched Toukijin from its sheath. With his amazing speed, it would seem as though he’d vanished, but Naraku knew better. He smirked and bent backward to avoid the long sweep of the deadly blade. With quick movements, Sesshoumaru turned the sword around and plunged it downward. His eyebrows rose and he scowled as the demon began cackling.
Naraku reached up and gripped the blade that had thoroughly pierced his body. He slowly began pushing it out. “You made a mistake,” he stated in a soft voice, narrowed eyes darkening to the crimson color of rich blood. “I will not be stopped… not by you!”
Sesshoumaru took a few steps back, staring with wide eyes at the three-quarter portion of his blade the brunet held. Naraku tossed the useless weaponry piece aside and licked his bleeding fingers.
Alone for the first time in four days, Sesshoumaru was able to grimace and hiss freely as he slowly returned to the conscious plane. What he found there was pain beyond his wildest imagination, even for a youkai.
His body tensed as he tried to move his extremities. Nothing worked and the darkness was quickly encroaching on him once more.
“Impressive!” Naraku laughed, staring up at the salivating demon dog. “Even without that arm your brother stoke, you fight well, but not exceptionally so.” Eyes narrowing, he drew back his arm. His features tightened momentarily and the flesh of the appendage bubbled.
Sesshoumaru’s blazing red eyes narrowed suspiciously and he growled deep in his throat, tongue lolling from his mouth and the poison gathering on the ground below him. He pawed the ground, waiting for the other to strike first. Naraku slowly raised his head, a smirk spreading across his pasty features. Swinging his right arm back, he lashed it forward, the skin ripping to allow the wood-like branches to shoot out.
Sesshoumaru dodged it and sprung at the man, jaw wide to tear him in two. Naraku’s grin caused him to falter in his steps but it was too late. Two more branches shot out from the false skin of the arm, piercing Sesshoumaru’s shoulder. Those from before doubled back and pierced through the pristine white fur of his back and came out through his underbelly. Naraku’s laughter echoed loudly in his ears, even over his own howls and snarls as he tried to chew and tear the wood from his body.
The ebony-haired demon snapped his arm back, reforming the appendage, and stared at the glowing sphere that encircled the demon dog. He strolled forward as its size was reduced and stared down at the silver-haired figure. “Maybe… if you’d had the help of that girl…”
Sesshoumaru stared up at him, his vision blurred. He gave a sharp gurgle and blood rolled from his mouth as both shoulders were impaled. He’d thought defeating this man would have helped him get stronger—the notion for revenge had been placed aside. Maybe he should’ve gotten stronger beforehand.
Mirouku returned to the hut later that evening, Rin and Kirara with him. You rarely found one without the other now. The bright smile he wore was wiped clean from his paling features. The futon was in disarray and the body was missing, along with the sword scabbards.
Rin peeked around him after he’d suddenly stopped and gasped. “Sesshoumaru-sama’s gone.”
“Kirara,” the monk forced out, his mouth dry. The feline jumped from Rin and transformed after running out of the hut. Mirouku scooped up the girl and placed her onto the cat’s back before jumping op behind her. “Find him,” he whispered urgently. Kirara took off running into the sky, sniffing out the familiar youkai scent.
Sango and Kagome stopped what they were doing in the fields and stared at the slowly circling mononoke. “Kirara?” the taijiya murmured, curious as to what was happening. Kirara’s roar sounded in the distance and she headed downward. The girls excused themselves after placing their last pickings in the basket and ran across the vast land to the forest on the other side of the fences.
Mirouku followed the feline, only able to hear the loud pounding of his heart. Kaede had instructed him to watch over the youkai and not allow him to move for at least a week. ‘Sesshoumaru!’
The youkai lord fell against the thick tree, his lone hand clutching his bandaged chest. He pulled it away and stared at the blood staining the fair palm. He reeked of human and felt he should have been left for dead.
“Sesshoumaru!”
Sesshoumaru pushed himself back onto his feet and steadied himself before he continued walking. He wouldn’t be deterred; he was going back to his castle and would either die or live on the cold stone floor.
Mirouku fought against the thick branches and leaves in order to reach his fleeing lover. ‘Stop… Please stop!’ He grimaced as the skin of his cheek was torn but kept going. “Sesshoumaru!” He stopped, swallowing hard, and stared at the sword sheath pointed at him.
“Leave me be,” the youkai hissed. His hand began trembling but he quickly halted the motions; it was a sign of the weak. “I don’t want help from you… humans.”
“What are you saying?” Mirouku half-yelled, unshed tears in his blue eyes.
Rin’s eyes widened and she ran by the monk to the youkai she’d followed for years. She saw it in his eyes—he could hold out no longer. The scabbard fell from his hand and she caught him as he did also, supporting him. With a smile, she cradled his head in her lap.
Kirara began mewling loudly as the taijiya and reincarnated miko ran up. “Kaede-baachan’s going to be mad,” Kagome groaned.
Mirouku stepped aside to let them by, his bangs shadowing his eyes. A broken smile tugged at his lips.
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Sango kept watch over the youkai through the night. Kaede and Kagome had unwrapped, treated, then rewrapped his wounds. A salve had been applied so the cells of his skin would continue to thrive and grow. With his bloodline, the scars shouldn’t be visible. At the sound of soft footsteps, her grip on Hiraikotsu tightened and she watched the entrance. The taijiya relaxed and smiled.
Shippo leapt from Rin’s shoulder onto the wooden floor. He stared at the pale youkai on the futon then up at Sango. “How long’s he staying for?”
“Kaede-sama and Kagome-chan placed wards around the hut,” she explained. “So he either stays to go back to the bad-talking demon he was or he can fight the barrier until the last breath of life escapes him.”
‘She’s angry.’ Shippo sweatdropped, smiling nervously.
Sango was indeed angry. If and when the lord woke, she would scold him with no fear. He hurt Mirouku—that had been plainly obvious—and she wouldn’t stand for it. She frowned, glaring at the resting Sesshoumaru. Shippo waved off the dark energy waves pulsating around the woman and headed back out of the hut.
Releasing Kirara and letting her run to Sango, Rin yawned. She rubbed her eyes then curled against Sesshoumaru’s side. She sat up with a gasp then sprang to her feet, running out of the hut. The child called Kirara out also and ran through the dark village with the mononoke on her heels. Ah-Un woke at the prodding it felt and stared down at its rider.
Rin giggled and grabbed the reins, swinging herself up into the saddle. Why no one saw her and two full-grown mononoke leave into the night sky was a question that would go unanswered.
Mirouku sat with his back pressed firmly against the well that led to Kagome’s world; his knees were drawn close, head buried in the folded arms atop them. He wouldn’t cry—there was no reason to. What he would have appreciated was someone to talk to about how he felt. Sango was an obvious no because of what she was currently feeling and he was waiting here now for Kagome.
With his back to the well and face hidden, Mirouku was unable to see the faint glow behind him. The young girl stepped from the well and blinked curiously as the “rock” tipped forward.
“Kagome-sama…” it spoke in a muffled voice. “Please? Get off.”
Kagome swung her legs to the side, onto the ground and stared as the monk slowly raised his head. He smiled sweetly and stood, dusting off his robes then his head, where he’d been stepped on. “Were you waiting for me?” the girl asked, handing over the bag he held out his hand for.
“Un,” Mirouku admitted, slinging it over his shoulder. “About Sesshoumaru.” He tucked his arms into the flowing sleeves of his robes before beginning the leisurely walk with the other-worlder.
Kagome tucked her hands behind her back and initiated the conversation. “A year?”
“Just about,” Mirouku replied evenly, smiling as he remembered those months as Sesshoumaru’s hostage.
“I’m sorry,” the girl said softly. “About the terrible events that have plagued your return. And your secret’s safe with me and Kaede-baachan.”
“Ah I should have known she knew.” The young man smiled. “So that leaves Inuyasha and Shippo in the dark. But… that’s not really what I wanted to talk with you about.”
“Shouldn’t you talk with Sango about what happened today? And what about Inuyasha?”
“He’s not here, not near anyway,” the brunet explained. He smiled sheepishly as he thought of the taijiya. “Sango-chan’s not in a good mood right now.”
Kagome grinned, ducked under a branch and continued walking. “So what shall we discuss? The way Sesshoumaru ran?”
“I just think it scared him to realize even he was capable of dying.”
“So he’s a coward like the rest of us.” Kagome stared up at the twinkling, inky black sky. “That’s understandable.”
Mirouku chuckled, switching the bag to his other shoulder. “I just hope he doesn’t try it again. Thank the gods Kaede-sama created that salve. And, also, that he hadn’t gotten too far…”
Kagome squeezed Mirouku’s hand and leaned her head on his shoulder. “It’s so refreshing to know I can get close to you and not be groped.”
Mirouku laughed and wrapped his arm around her waist. He removed it moments later and eased the young girl away. She stared at him curiously, brown eyes wide. “Sesshoumaru’ll kill me if your scent’s too strong,” he said softly, cheeks flushed. Kagome giggled, shaking her head. With a yard now between them, they entered the village.
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A/N: Mooouuuu! I know Sesshoumaru and Naraku prolly fight more rough n’ tumble than that but I’m not good with fight descriptions and I figured all y’all needed to know was that our dear Fluffy was gutted… (hugs his pelt tightly) Next chapter is… everyone worried about where Rin disappeared to.
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