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Love\'s Consequences	By : Sylean Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Naraku/Kagome Views: 10437 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Love's Consequences
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor do I make any profit from this story.
Warning: Spoiler alerts! Just make sure you've seen the whole series, Final Act and Movies included, for I touch upon pretty much everything at one point or another.
Warning: There will be lemons in this story later on. Also, there will be character deaths in this story at a later time.
Chapter 35: Interrupted
(A/N: Before anyone asks about Rin. This story does not follow the cliché that once mated to a demon a human's lifespan would match. Putting demonic energy into a normal human would either poison them, or change them, and I can't imagine Sesshomaru wanting to change who his precious Rin is. But he wouldn't just accept her mortality either. I'm not giving away any more of the past than that for now, but I will do flashbacks of their past.)
Foolish spider. Flapping her tongue as she did gave Sesshomaru a scent, a name, a castle, and even a general direction; more than enough information to find her. Taking possession of his father's castle, Sesshomaru had spent the last two and a half centuries building his empire. It was no feat for some random half-demon to know who he was, he just had to check his archives to find out who she was. If her claims were true, that she was the heir to a castle, it would make his task all the easier.
She also made reference to Inuyasha, but just because the girl knew of Inuyasha didn't mean he knew her. There was no point in hunting down his wayward sibling for information the whelp likely did not have.
Approaching his fortress via the plains below, the Demon Lord strode past a familiar sight. "That cave," he had not stood here in many, many years, and the sight forced memories to return to the surface.
Flashback; Pre-empire
(A/N: +10 years, Fall)
A gentle voice filtered to his ears, "Lord Sesshomaru, where is Ah-Un?" Rin, his Rin, had grown beautifully and was now a fully mature woman, but she was also still human.
His eyes never left the small female twisting flowers into a fragrant creation, "Ah-Un is brooding, Rin."
"What does brooding mean?" her motions stilled at the new term; she loved learning new things from her beloved lord.
"Silly girl," Jaken squawked, shattering the serenity in which they existed, "brooding is when a dragon incubates their eggs."
Rin's eyes lit up, "Rin wants to see; I want to see Ah-Un's babies!" The flowers in her hands fell to the ground, forgotten.
"That is not wise, Rin," Sesshomaru did not rise.
"Why not?" her head tilted inquisitively. She may have reached maturity, but she never outgrew the child-like mannerisms.
"Dragons get aggressive over the welfare of their offspring; Ah-Un is easily provoked and it would not be a good idea for you to go near him at such a time," Jaken lectured. "Why last time-" Jaken was interrupted in his telling of how Ah-Un tried to fry him last decade for getting too close at this time.
"Oh, but Rin would not hurt the baby dragons," she countered sadly. Ah-Un was her dear friend and had protected her on numerous occasions; she would never do anything to hurt him or his babies.
Sesshomaru never did feel right when she was sad, "Come." He led the two of them to the forest bordering this particular cave, and waited. Ah-Un would not be a threat, but the female dragon he bred with, might not be as keen to their intrusion. It was only when the female left to feed that he guided Rin towards the cave.
Instictively, Ah-Un let out a fierce growl. Jaken shivered in fear outside the cave, not as brave as the small woman shielded behind their lord. Sesshomaru stated one word and the beast calmed, "Ah-Un, settle." Whether brooding of not, he trusted Sesshomaru implicitly. The left head remained wrapped protectively around the clutch and Sesshomaru patted the right head reassuringly, "Rin, approach slowly."
She padded over with even steps from behind his larger form. She mirrored his action of petting the right head before moving to the left, "Ah-un, can Rin see?" The second head lifted, uncovering the clutch of eggs. "Ah! There are so many, and such pretty colors. When will they hatch, my Lord?"
"Spring," was the singular answer.
End Flashback
'She never did get to see the dragonlings,' Sesshomaru recalled morosely. Brooding was the reason why Ah-Un had not been present; it was why he was not there, when Rin-
"My Lord, you have returned," the stable master interrupted his thoughts. Since that clutch of dragonlings, Sesshomaru had been maintaining a herd of the great beasts. They were of great use in battle, an essential for any army. Sesshomaru nodded for the stable master to continue. "We have three clutches that should hatch any day, my Lord, although one unproven pair has let the temperature drop to dangerous levels twice now. It is uncertain how many eggs are still viable."
"Hn, cull them if they should prove ineffectual," he directed without emotion, "I will not have weak lines." Dragons only bred once every ten years, and the young took a full century to grow large enough to fly, there was no room for error.
"Yes, my Lord," the demon bowed and Sesshomaru continued on to the castle. He had a spider to find.
Kiseki had managed the impossible; she drew first blood on the most dangerous demon in the lands, and she couldn't even tell anyone. If Naraku found out about her disobedience, he might even go so far as to lock her in the dungeon as punishment. Okay, not really, since Kagome would never allow it, but she did not want to speculate on what kind of cruel and unusual tortures he could think up. The dungeon would be mild in comparison, especially since she actually felt comfortable in dark, dank places. Must be the spider in her.
"What's up with you?" the bright, familiar voice of Tamari broke Kiseki out of her thoughts.
"Oh, I was, just… you know?" Kiseki rambled. Despite having more than proven herself, she still had nothing to convince her father to let her fight.
"See that's what I'm talking about," Tamari pointed out how her friend wasn't even forming full sentences. "Tell me."
Kiseki pondered over her thoughts. Tamari would understand, she had dealt with Naraku's ways for far longer, "Can you keep a secret?"
"Of course," Tamari stated with her arms crossed. She had kept every other secret Kiseki entrusted her with; why would this one be any different?
"Even if it's from my dad?" Kiseki smirked, hinting at the magnitude of what she had to say.
Tamari gasp loudly, "What did you do?"
Kiseki shushed her friend, "You can't tell anyone."
The more she whispered, the wider Tamari's eyes grew, "No way!" Kiseki shrugged it off, trying to be humble over it. "You actually let Senzai get to you?" The teasing was rewarded with a playful punch to the arm.
Arms piled high with scrolls, Jaken lumbered awkwardly towards his lord's study. A sigh left his mouth as he recalled the interaction. He had been so excited to see Sesshomaru return, and elated when he deigned to acknowledge his presence, but it had only been to give an order. His lord no longer even looked his way unless he was telling him what to do. He never talked, never let anyone in, never even cast rocks at his head or stepped on him to shut him up like he used to. Ever since Rin, he had not been the same; he just didn't react or care at all anymore.
Despite knowing there was always a reason behind his commands, this latest one made no sense to the imp. What would his lord want with the records kept on half-demons, priestesses, and foreign castles? Had he run across an infestation that needed exterminated? But that last part was what stuck in his head the most. Almost as an afterthought, Sesshomaru had turned and listed off one of the rarest volumes he owned, "Bring me my father's tome of Obscure Tales." It was full of myths and legends; what would he want with that one?
Hurrying to fulfill his task, Jaken hoped for even the slightest bit of praise when he delivered his armful, just the slightest look, maybe a nod of acknowledgement. He missed those days of endless travel so very much; missed the opportunity of keeping Sesshomaru company. He even missed how Rin would drape him in flowers, but dared not voice such thoughts. The last thing he needed was to remind his lord of how his vassal had failed in his duties. Steps quickened to reach the study.
"So you see, I have no way to prove my capabilities to father," Kiseki elaborated to her closest friend. There was no question in her mind after the events of a few days past, but it was something she could not relay and her father who was still refusing to let her participate in this battle.
"Maybe you could convince him by challenging someone else?" Tamari suggested.
"Like who? I've already bested nearly every opponent my father has matched me against, as well as most of his guards and guests and allies and… well you get the idea," Kiseki waved her hand dismissively, "but even after all that, he still refuses to let me fight in this war for our people."
"Try not to take it too hard," a gentle hand rested on Kiseki's shoulder. "I'm sure he is just trying to keep you safe."
Nothing. Not a single mention of an "Okumo castle." Was it far enough away that the Western Lands did not commence trade? Or was it not even real? His search on half-demon births came up empty as well since most were kept secret for their own safety. Not a single record had been half spider. There had been moth, snake, rabbit, and all other manner of lesser species, but no spiders. Tomes and scrolls lay spread across his low table, open to tidbits that only proved to be dead-ends. There was no record what so ever of a successful copulation between a demon and a priestess, not even a legend or myth. Had he not seen it for himself, he would not have believed the two powers could blend.
Sesshomaru speculated on if she was not born, but made. Perhaps she had once been two separate beings, a spider and a priestess, and merged the two into herself. The notion was even more outlandish than being born as she was, for such mergings always resulted in tainted powers; hers were unsullied.
His library was incomplete; having a several hundred-year gap between his father's untimely death and the beginning of his own empire. He only had two choices now, to visit his mother's flying fortress and peruse her archives, or hunt the nuisance down the primal way. It was hardly a dilemma; he had no desire to deal with his mother.
"So, you're leaving," Kiseki inquired.
Tamari hung the fancy kimono in her wardrobe for safekeeping in her absence. "Yeah, the silk festival starts in a few days; it takes me that long to get to the Northern Lands."
"I've always wanted to go to that," Kiseki pouted comically.
"So come along," Tamari offered her downtrodden friend.
She hung her head dramatically, "I can't; I still need to get through that thick skull of my old man."
Tamari laughed loudly, "You do know he's actually younger than me, right? What does that make me, a shriveled hag?" The two shared a lighthearted laugh before parting ways.
A smile was still on Kiseki's face when she rounded the corner and came face to face with her father. The corners of her lips leveled, she was still not happy with him.
Being worn down by her constant scorn, Naraku had begun contemplating on ways to make sure she could hold her own against an army out for her life. Her demon blood, he knew she was insanely powerful when it was out, but she never allowed it to be released, not after that first time. If she could gain control of her entire self, perhaps he would not be so fretful for her safety.
"What do you want?" Kiseki bit out, a slight hiss working its way into her words as her chelicerae lowered in response to her mood.
"You want to fight, yes?" he already knew the answer.
"Yes!" her expression lit up. Would he really just change his mind like that? It seemed far too easy.
With arms crossed he let her know his decision, "Then you will fight me; if you succeed, I will allow it."
Shoulders slumped in premature defeat, 'I should have known.' She knew just how this would go; he was the only demon she couldn't defeat. He knew her far too well.
"No limits," those two words were what made that battle different than all the others. Kiseki eased her outer kimono off her shoulders, hissing all the while. In all their past battles, they held back their strongest attacks, making sure to never harm the other beyond a single drop of blood, but this time, without those mutual limitations, Naraku had really done a number on her. Her holy powers had healed the multiple lacerations, but the dried blood still caked her skin and deep, purple bruises littered her small form. She was very glad she had not worn one of her favorite kimonos this time, the one she fought in was little more than shreds at this point. Needless to say, she was nowhere near victorious.
Slinking off for a moment of peace after the humiliating ordeal, Kiseki found an untouched hot spring in the forest bordering the village. After thoroughly preparing the area, stringing trip wires and sensory extensions, Kiseki was finally secure enough to relax.
While peeling her tattered clothing away, a pulse shot through her webs. Movements stilled. She sighed to herself. There was no confusing the approaching presence; his strong, unmistakable heartbeat was all the information she needed.
Sesshomaru must have caught her scent, and was approaching from downwind; the classic hunting pattern. Stalking her, keeping his presence concealed, making it so vibrations were the only sign of his approach, but not even the strongest of demons could stop their heartbeat completely. She could leave; run now, but if he truly was hunting her, he would only give chase. She held no delusions. She could never in a million years duplicate that battle. He was too smart for that and knew her tricks enough to counter her and take her seriously. Whatever element of surprise she utilized before was long gone. If it became necessary to flee, as it most likely would, she would have to blink anyways. 'Might as well enjoy a brief dip before he arrives,' she decided, continuing to disrobe. She came all the way out here and prepared the area, after all; she was not leaving without feeling the hot water against her abused flesh, however brief.
Leaving on only the thin, white, under kimono, Kiseki dipped her toes into the steamy water before letting the rest of her body follow. Honestly, she would rather be completely naked than wearing wet clothes, but a little show of "modesty" might work in her favor; he was a male, after all. She knew how to use what she had, even if that was her sex appeal. Never in her wildest thoughts did she think it would do more than maybe make him look twice, and even that was doubtful, but she wasn't trying to lure him in either; it was pure strategy.
A sigh of relaxation left her parted lips as the heat lessened the pain in her limbs. There really was nothing like a natural, mineral spring. The blackened blood from her already healed wounds bled into the water, painting the surface and erasing away her spilled life. Water wicked up the fabric, altering its translucence and the hydrophilic properties stuck it to her skin. Letting her head lull back and eyes slide shut, she focused on her strongest sense; keeping tabs on the unwanted visitor, her fingers never left contact with the array of silk spread around her retreat.
He was getting closer, perhaps close enough for her to hear if he slipped up and stepped on a twig. She almost laughed to herself, he was too "perfect" to make such an amateur mistake, but it seemed he knew not of senses he did not possess. Lounging unconcernedly in the spring with one foot propped on a stone beneath the surface, only her bare knee and the upper swell of her breasts breached the surface. Making no move to hide herself, she spoke softly, "Greetings, Lord Sesshomaru. Have you come to enjoy the hot springs as well?" His heart rate to speed up for two beats; obviously surprised at being detected. 'How cute; he thought he could sneak up on me,' she did not withhold the smile.
Stepping from the tree line, the unexpected sight caused Sesshomaru slight pause. Lying nearly exposed and submissive was not how he expected to find the irritating female. Her assets were kept just barely out of sight and teasing him even more than if she had been standing completely bared before him. Her faux modesty was anything but; from the way she acted, this nymph had probably had more than her share or partners, but the mist saturated air made it difficult to detect any other male's scent on her person. Either way, it was irrelevant; she was an enemy, a potential threat, and he was here for a reason that did not involve gawking at her form. He focused his eyes on her face, seeing the mirth dance in her eyes that now kept him within her sight. His eyes narrowed in response. She was not so tempting as to forsake his objective, but that didn't mean his senses didn't try to peruse her. He rationalized that he was simply watching for a sneak attack, and needed to monitor every part of the devious female to make sure he would not be caught off guard and unprepared this time. A task made all the more difficult by her lack of coverage.
Overall, Sesshomaru was highly displeased with her insolence. She didn't even look wary, and worse yet, dared to leave her neck bared in bliss. If she knew he was approaching, as she apparently did, she should have readied herself for defense, or flight if nothing more, but instead she purposely relaxed further, even now as he stood before her. He would show her the error in her arrogance. The ring of a sword being drawn rang as he held the means to cause her great fear.
Swallowing down her discomfort, Kiseki explained as confidently as she could muster, "Hate to break it to you, but I'm in no condition to fight you tonight. Father's training was unusually…" she raised a splotched arm for verification, "intense today." Mumbling to herself, but loud enough that he caught the distorted words, Kiseki added, "It was almost like he was trying to bring out my demon blood... Like I'd ever let that happen."
Her remark drew his attention, but he filed it away to speculate on later, "You will lead me to your clan."
Did he honestly think she would give her family away that easily? "Not happening," she rejected his demand only to find the tip of Bakusaiga held to her neck. Her posture tensed and she pressed herself back into the rocks as a futile attempt to create distance. She hadn't even seen him move.
Sesshomaru watched her eyes darting around, looking for an escape. This creature was fast, but he ensured she could not move in any direction without impaling herself, "Concede or die; you have no where to go."
Kiseki's gaze settled on the powerful demon looming over her. 'That's what you think,' despite her disadvantaged position, she let a smirk slip out. Her aura reached out, not far, but just enough to extricate herself from sword-point, "I'm never trapped." Her eyes slipped shut and just as she lost sight of him, he lost sight of her. He was sure now, she used some kind of magic; it wasn't just speed.
She appeared again behind a premade holy barrier in full rant mode, "Seriously, can't a girl even bathe in privacy without some perverted dog whipping out his sword and thrusting it at her face expectantly. Talk about rude much." She gathered up what was left of her kimono, tossing it over her shoulders and somewhat hiding her sparsely clothed form. Her barrier would not hold him long if he tried getting through, but she didn't need long to gather her belongings. "I have no doubt you would taste absolutely sinful," her eyes streaked a dangerous red at the literal words, "but I am just not interested in sampling-"
"Enough! I tire of your games, Half-demon," how dare she imply he held such intentions.
She grinned at his reaction as she buckled her blades to her arms. Yes, he was quite fun to rile, "Well, you're no fun. Can't you take a joke? Is your pride so fragile that mere words can cause you harm?"
A threatening growl echoed through the steam, "You will treat this Sesshomaru with the proper respect, Spider."
"Equivalent exchange, Mutt," she started out polite, but his arrogance altered that intention. 'Go ahead; throw one more insult. I dare you! I know exactly how to get under your skin; exactly what to say to really make you lose it.' She knew she was a half-demon spider. It was no big deal really; she didn't really care what he thought of her so there was nothing he could say to get to her. But him, he was very prideful, and should she chance to call him "bitch," well… She would be sure to get the "hell out of dodge" before the insult registered.
Silence permeated the air as she tried to don her kimono; the slashes that littered the fabric made it difficult. His lack of response had her wondering if he was actually thinking about what she said. Was he actually regarding her words?
Throughout the entirety of their battle a few days past, he had not landed a single blow to the female, but the kimono she struggled with was thoroughly shredded. It was unlikely the previously royal garb was supposed to look like that, so that meant someone had not only managed to strike her once, but repeatedly. She mentioned training, with her father, had he done this? Was he that powerful to damage the abnormal girl so easily? Such a creature would definitely present a significant threat; he needed to learn more.
"Hime Kiseki," her head shot up at his respectful words. The title she didn't care much for, but he said her name.
When the initial surprise wore off, a genuine smile crossed her face, "Yes, Lord Sesshomaru?"
"Was it your father that damaged you so?" she froze, that was the last thing she expected. It almost sounded like he cared, even as Bakusaiga remained pointed in her direction. She unconsciously took a step backwards, closer to the shadows of the forest. It was futile to hide from him, but it was an instinctual reaction she could not resist. His change had her uncomfortable; he was easier to deal with when throwing threats and demands. This side left her unprepared; she wanted to run, far away.
Looking down at the pathetic mass of purple cloth she "wore," Kiseki nodded stiffly to his question. What else was she to say? That "It wasn't as bad as it seemed"? Or perhaps "it was only training"? Worry shot through her that he might remember what the aftermath of Naraku's attacks looked like. At least she was behind a barrier; it would keep any scent on the unwashed garments from his nose. She needed to be more careful. If her secret got out, it he learned just who her father was…
She wouldn't give him any more clues. She would stay home until he got bored of hunting her down, "I bid thee farewell, Lord Sesshomaru."
The sudden alteration in her demeanor and swift departure told Sesshomaru more than she realized. Her father, that was a topic of concern. He knew where to press next time he encountered the flighty spider. It was not a matter of "if;" he would find her.
Feeling even more drained now than when she first arrived at the hot spring, Kiseki let gravity take over. Flopping childishly into her hammock-like bed, she reminisced over the baffling encounter, 'Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to provoke him; he's turned into such a bother.' It was not so surprising he sought her out; she had been told over and over that he was relentless. 'And I have a feeling I have yet to see the last of him.'
(A/N: The reason behind Sesshomaru's drive to find her will be revealed eventually. Until then, you all get to speculate on his motives just as we had to do watching the anime for the first time. Don't worry, he's not falling for her this quickly. Any "niceness" in his voice was simply to get her to cooperate. He did spend much time around Rin, after all, and learned a trick or two about humans.)
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