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She Who the Prophecy Foretold	By : SunsetMiko Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 29224 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter 38 – Memories of a Demon Lord
The group returned with a large deer, already field dressed and cut into nice slabs of meat. By then, Sango and Kagome were awake enough to move and, after carefully laying a still sleeping Rin back on the bedding, set about cutting the meat into cubes and skewering them to cook over the flames.
The boys and Sesshoumaru had actually taken down three deer, having been fairly hungry themselves, but since they had wanted theirs raw they chose to eat away from camp. They weren’t sure how Kagome would react. It had taken Shippo a minute and some coaxing to try it. He hadn’t eaten anything uncooked since he met Kagome nearly two years earlier. She had always prepared his food, but once he did try it, the little fox remembered how much better it was fresh and bloody and he gorged himself until his little tummy puffed out. They washed their hands and faces in the stream before returning, making sure to leave no evidence behind.
When the meat was finished cooking, Kagome offered some to the boys and was surprised when they said they weren’t hungry. She glanced at Sesshoumaru, who explained silently and very carefully, all the while watching her reaction. He expected her to be bothered by their eating habits. Most humans would be, but then, once again, Kagome was not like other humans. She simply nodded and told the others to dig in.
Miroku ended up eating too much and was currently lying on his back, moaning about his poor stomach. Sango simply laughed at him while Kagome searched around the area for a few minutes before finding what she was looking for. She picked the small plant and handed it to the moaning monk. “Here, chew on this. It will help you feel better faster.” He looked at her with love plainly visible in his eyes before thanking her and taking the herb.
She woke Rin to eat, as well and, once everyone was full, Kagome and Sango gathered their things to go wash up. Kagome had long ago taught Sango of the benefits of brushing her teeth and ever since, the slayer had her own brush and toothpaste. Kagome excused them, telling Sesshoumaru they would return shortly. He had been very reluctant to let her go, but eventually gave in after making sure she took her bow and arrows and Kazue and Kirara were following.
After a good tooth brushing and face wash, Kagome explained to Sango the process and watched as the fire cat bonded with her long time companion and friend. She watched as Sango nearly cried when she first heard Kirara speak to her. After a few minutes, Kirara completed the process with Kagome, ending up with a pink teardrop of her own. No mark had shown up when Sango had completed her bond, so Kagome had one more question to pose to the demon lord. It seemed like every time one question was answered, two more sprang up.
When they returned to camp, Kagome stretched out her senses, searching for her missing hanyou. Finding no trace of him, she asked Sesshoumaru, “Can you feel Inuyasha anywhere? I can’t sense him, so he must be pretty far away.”
The demon lord extended his own senses and also came up empty. “I cannot sense him, either. I’m sure he is fine.”
“Yeah, Kagome. He probably just needed some time alone to think. I’m sure he will return soon.” Miroku tried to ease her worries but fell short.
“I guess it’s possible, but he left without saying anything. Not that he could, though. Probably still couldn’t talk since his jaw was broken and all.” She shot a playful glare at the taiyoukai, who leaned casually against a tree trunk. She stood then and gathered her books once more. “I’m going to find a nice shady place to study. You guys wanna go play in the field you were in yesterday?” She received a chorus of positive responses and began to walk away. She was stopped short, however, when a clawed hand landed on her shoulder. “Yes? Can I help you?” she asked as she turned to him with a grin. He simply took the books from her hands and walked away, leaving her to run to catch up.
They settled under the same tree as the day before, both watching as the children ran and played. After a while, Kagome turned to him. “So, when do you want to start sharing the memories you want to show Inuyasha? Have you decided which ones you want to use yet?”
“Yes, I have decided. There are quite a few, though, so I believe it would be best if we do so over a period of a few days rather than all at once. I do not wish to overwhelm you and you do have studying to do, as well.”
“All right then, why don’t you show me some and I’ll show you some. Then, I’ll study for a while and we can do it again. A couple a days should be good, right?” He nodded at her and watched as she lay back in the grass. “So, you want to start?”
He lay next to her, thinking for a moment, trying to decide where to start. Eventually, he chose and concentrated, and soon Kagome found herself back at the palace, in the same room she had slept in.
In front of her lay a beautiful, but very tired looking demoness, her body propped up by pillows. She had long silver hair and markings nearly identical Sesshoumaru’s graced her cheeks and forehead. Her skin was pale, much more than could be healthy, and Kagome could tell she was ill.
Glancing around the room, she caught her reflection, seeing a young Sesshoumaru who looked very much like Yoshikazu, maybe a little older, but with sad, puffy eyes, tears sliding slowly down his cheeks. The sorrow that surrounded him was evident and Kagome could feel his fear and despair as if it were her own.
“Mother, please don’t leave me. I cannot do this without you. Don’t leave me alone.”
“You will not be alone, my son. Your father will be with you.” Her voice was low and strained, as if the simple act of talking was more than she could bear.
“That’s not the same and you know it! He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t love me, Mother. All that matters to him is that he has an heir.”
“I’m sorry, Sesshoumaru. I don’t want to leave you. I don’t. I love you. I will always love you, even after I am gone. Promise me you will not forget what I have told you. You are important, my son. You are destined for great things, so long as you do not close your heart.”
She reached out for him, her arms shaking with the strain of lifting them, and he moved closer, resting his head on her chest near her shoulder, feeling her run her hands though his hair. Her movement slowed and then her hands dropped to her sides, and he pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was merely sleeping, but he knew differently. He could no longer hear her heartbeat. She was gone and he was alone.
~ SWtPF~
Before Kagome could think about what she had just seen, she found herself standing in a dojo, looking up at a demon that had to have been Sesshoumaru’s father. He was yelling, disappointed once again with his son. She listened to his angry words as he ‘taught’ his son how to be the Lord of the Western Lands.
“Your mother is dead, Sesshoumaru. Forget about her. There is no reason for tears. There is never a reason for tears. The heir of the Western Lands does not cry! It is despicable. Let no one see what you are feeling. Never let feelings take precedence. They are useless, unnecessary. All that matters is your power. You need to train harder!” He turned his back on the boy, his son by blood only. “You will train until you get it right. You will study until you have learned. You disappoint me, Sesshoumaru. Do not let it happen again.”
The demon stormed out of the room and several more demons dressed as guards entered and began to attack. The child fought them off without effort; knocking them away as it they were mere dolls. All the while, she could feel the devastation in Sesshoumaru’s heart and soul. His mother had only just died days before, but he was allowed no time to mourn. His father acted as if she never existed at all.
~ SWtPF~
The scene changed again and now she could see Sesshoumaru’s father holding a woman, a human woman, declaring his love and devotion. Kagome could feel the surprise young Sesshoumaru felt, the jealousy he held for the woman who was worthy of his father’s attention when he himself was not. She could feel the anger that his father could love this woman but never cared for his mother. How was she better? What was it about her that made her worthy? What could he do to get his father’s approval? The woman turned slightly and Kagome could see her swollen stomach. It was then she realized who she was looking at. The human woman was Izayoi and she was pregnant with Inuyasha.
~ SWtPF~
Now she could see Izayoi resting in a beautiful bed, propped up with pillows in the same manner as his mother had been. It was not, however, the room she had seen earlier. This room was done up in reds rather than the silver and blues of his mother’s chambers. Izayoi was holding a small bundle, looking down at it with love. She watched from the foot of the bed where the young Sesshoumaru stood, curious about what she cradled so carefully. It did not smell the same as he or his father. She saw as Lord Inutaisho walked in, completely ignoring the young boy standing there as he approached the smiling woman and took the bundle in his arms.
“His name shall be Inuyasha. He is a beautiful child, Izayoi, my love, perfect in every way.” Young Sesshoumaru watched in silent pain as his father cooed at the child, whispering his love and devotion. Without even lifting his head to take his eyes off his new son he spoke to his heir. “Sesshoumaru, there is no reason for you to be present. You should be training. Go.”
~ SWtPF~
The scene had changed again. Inuyasha was no longer a baby now as Sesshoumaru watched from the distance as his father played with the young hanyou, smiling and laughing. When he caught sight of his elder son, however, his smile disappeared. He set the younger boy down before walking over to Sesshoumaru.
“Sesshoumaru, you are never going to be strong enough to rule over the Western Lands. You should be attending to your studies, not standing around wasting time. Perhaps, I should make Inuyasha my heir. Surely, he would do a much better job than you.”
Inutaisho turned and returned to little Inuyasha, lifting him in his arms and into a hug. “I love you, Inuyasha. Your daddy loves you. You are such a smart boy. I know you will grow up to make me proud.” Once more, Kagome could feel the jealousy and pain young Sesshoumaru was feeling. No matter how hard he tried, it was never enough.
~ SWtPF~
The scene changed once more. Sesshoumaru was running in the gardens, playing with his younger half-brother. Their father was nowhere to be seen. Kagome could feel the love he felt for his little brother, despite the jealousy. He knew it wasn’t Inuyasha’s fault that their father loved one son and ignored the other. They stopped running and the little hanyou was panting, trying to catch his breath.
“It’s not fair! You can run faster than me!”
“You will run faster, Inuyasha, when you are older. One day, you will be a match for me. Just wait and see.”
The little boy with puppy ears looked up at his brother with pure amazement in his eyes. “I love you, Sesshy.”
“Inuyasha, I have asked you not to call me that.” Kagome could feel the conflict inside him. He loved his brother, too, but he had been taught not to feel, that love was merely a weakness. He longed to tell Inuyasha that he loved him, as well, but found he could not.
“But why not, Sesshy? Your name is too long,” the little boy whined.
“Fine. Fine. You can call me whatever you want, little brother.” The little hanyou smiled up at him and the young demon heir felt his heart break a little. As long as his father was around, he could never truly be the brother he wished he could be. He was more or less ordered to stay away from the precious second son, as if his very presence could taint the child with his inadequacy.
~ SWtPF~
The scene shifted from the bright sunlight of the gardens to the dim light in another room she recognized. It hadn’t changed much at all, she noted, from how it appeared before her now. Sesshoumaru was sitting behind the desk in his study, reading a scroll over and over again. She read through the scroll as he did once more. He could not bring himself to react to the words there. His father was dead, had been killed, and he was now the Western Lord.
She saw as he sat for hours, agonizing over his decision before he stood and left the study, finding Izayoi in her chambers, crying. He sat beside the human woman he had felt such jealousy towards and now he found himself feeling sadness for her. He could not mourn himself for the loss of his father, but he felt for her. She was alone now, with a hanyou child and no husband or mate to protect her. He held the crying woman, trying to comfort her, before he spoke.
“You will not be safe here. You must take Inuyasha and leave. When word spreads of Father’s death, there will be attacks on the palace. I cannot defend the West and protect you and my brother at the same time. I do not trust the servants. Many did not agree with Father’s decision to mate with a human and now that he is gone, they may attempt to kill you and the boy.” She nodded her head. “Can you return to your family?” She nodded again. “Then we must hurry. No time can be wasted. I will escort you myself.”
~ SWtPF~
The last thing Kagome saw was young Inuyasha waving good-bye to him as he walked away from Izayoi’s family’s palace. Sesshoumaru did not wave back, but he did smile softly at the boy for a moment. Kagome could feel his turmoil. He did not want to trust their protection to others, but if he did not, he was sure they would be killed. As agonizing as it was, he was certain his decision had been the right one.
Her family would protect them until the danger was over and then he would retrieve them and bring them home to the Western palace. Until then, he knew he had a difficult fight ahead of him. He would not allow another take control of the West. Though his father had never given him praise or approval, he refused to let him down now when it really mattered. He would protect the lands, defend the palace, keep control, and let it be known to all that he was now the Lord of the Western Lands and that none would defeat him.
~ SWtPF~
When Kagome opened her eyes again, the sun was shining and she could see a clear blue sky. She sat up and looked around as Sesshoumaru sat up beside her. It was then she noticed the crowd of children surrounding them.
“Mama! Are you alright?” Shippo cried out.
“What happened?”
“Why are you crying?”
“Are you hurt?”
“What was happening?”
“Why didn’t you answer when we called you?”
“It was like you were in a trance or something!”
“We were so worried!”
The rush of questions and statements from the children left her head spinning. She glanced at Sesshoumaru, who immediately put a stop to it. “Silence,” was all he said and everyone stopped mid-word. He then reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “Please, do not cry. This Sesshoumaru did not mean to upset you.”
It was then she noticed that she was, indeed, crying. She sniffled and wiped her cheeks with her sleeves before turning to the children, who still looked worried. “I’m fine, guys, really. Don’t worry about me. Go on and play.” No one looked like they bought it, but after a glance at the demon lord they obeyed, all walking off to the middle of the field.
As soon as they had gone a ways away, Kagome turned to the taiyoukai at her side. “Sesshoumaru. Oh, I’m sorry! I had no idea.” She sniffled again and then surprised him as she slid quickly into his lap, throwing both arms around his neck. “I had no idea,” she whispered against his throat.
He moved to run his fingers through her hair. “It is all in the past, but they are all things I wish for Inuyasha to understand. He has very little memory of the time he spent with me as a child and I doubt he has any idea how things really were. Please, do not cry for me.”
“Why not? Who else is going to? Oh, Sesshoumaru. You must have been so lonely! I never knew! I never even imagined you could be so alone.”
“This Sesshoumaru is no longer alone.” His voice was low, his mouth next to her ear. “I am no longer lonely.”
She leaned back to look into his eyes, her arms coming up from around his neck, her hands now cupping his cheeks. “You will never have to be lonely again,” she whispered before she kissed his lips softly. “Never again.” With a sigh, she snuggled down against him again, burying her face in his neck and twirling his hair in her fingers. “I have to say, you’re really comfortable.”
He smiled before responding. “Am I now? Well, I suppose it is a good thing, then, that I enjoy holding you like this.”
“I’m glad, cuz you make a great pillow.” She squirmed a bit to get herself arranged before sighing again, her breath tickling the skin of his throat.
“I believe it is your turn to share.”
She nodded against his shoulder, unwilling to move. “What do you want me to show you?”
He thought about it for a while, unsure of what he wished to see the most. Eventually, he decided. “Show me something happy. Show me something with your family and friends, a good memory.”
She thought back for a minute before choosing and then concentrated on the memory she wished to share.
The first thing Sesshoumaru saw was Kagome, only she appeared younger. She was looking at herself in a mirror and playing with her hair. Then he heard a voice.
“Kagome! Hurry up, dear! Everyone will be here soon!”
“I’m coming, Mama!” she called back.
After another moment and the careful arrangement of a few unruly black strands, she stood and walked through a door. She hopped down a flight of stairs and stepped into a room full of color. The room, which he guessed to be a dining room from the large table covered in bright colored plates and cups, was decorated with bright orbs and strands of what looked like some kind of paper. There was a sign hanging over the staircase that read 'Happy Birthday Kagome!' While Kagome looked around, he noticed an older man, who he guessed was her grandfather, and a younger boy who was most likely her brother, both sitting on a large bench like chair that appeared to be heavily padded in the next room, which was decorated like the last.
The scene appeared to freeze and he heard her voice. “The orbs are balloons. They’re filled with air and are used as decorations. The long things are streamers. This is my house. We were in my bedroom. This is the dining room and through there is the living room. You’re right. That’s Gramps and Souta sitting on the couch. This is my thirteenth birthday party. I picked this one because I remember having a ton of fun.”
The scene unfroze then and he heard a knock at the door. She turned and moved to answer it and when she opened the door, there were three young girls waiting, all appearing to be of similar age to Kagome. “Yuka! Eri! Ayumi! Come in! You’re the first ones here!” He watched as more and more young people arrived, girls and boys, all bringing brightly wrapped packages that they set in a steadily growing pile.
Music was coming from somewhere and the partygoers and Kagome began to dance. They drank some sort of fizzy drink poured from odd bottles and everyone was smiling and laughing. One boy approached her and asked to dance with her. He could feel her excitement and jealousy reared up inside him for a moment.
Sensing his displeasure, the scene froze again. “The boy is Hojo. He goes to the same school I do. He reminds me of Kouga sometimes. He is always asking me out, but I’m not interested. He’s just too boring. I forgot that I danced with him at the party. I thought he was cute then and all the girls were jealous that he wanted to dance with me instead of them. Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi are my best friends in my time, but we don’t really see each other much anymore since I am always in the past. Oh, and the fizzy stuff, that’s soda. It’s a liquid that has carbonation, bubbles, put into it when they make it. If you want, I can bring you some to try. Miroku especially likes it.”
Things started moving again and he heard her mother saying it was time to open the presents. He watched then as she tore the bright patterned papers off the packages, finding all sorts of different things, which she identified for him as they went along. After presents came the cake, which he found very interesting looking, as he had never seen a birthday cake before and the tiny candles intrigued him. Eventually the party came to an end, the guests leaving one by one, each wishing her a happy birthday. He watched as Kagome and her family cleaned up before each giving her their gifts. The memory ended with Kagome carrying piles of gifts up to her room before dropping to her bed, exhausted but happy.
~ SWtPF~
She picked her head up from his shoulder to look at him. “Nothing special, but it did give you a look at my house, my family, and my friends, as well as some of the things from my time. You know, I fell through the well on my fifteenth birthday. I’m going to be seventeen in a few weeks.”
“So then, your birthday is approaching?”
“Yeah. I made it home last year, but I’ll be here this year.”
“So, you will not be having a ‘party’ as you called it, then?”
“No. It would be nice to see all my friends from that time before I leave for a while, but the only time I could have a party would be after exams. I don’t need a party. I don’t need presents. I’m happy just to be here with my friends.”
He fell silent, deep in thought. He needed to find out exactly what day her birthday was. He wanted to give her a gift. She had already given him one for no reason and giving gifts was apparently tradition in her time for celebrating one’s birth. He didn’t know what yet, but he was determined to think of something good.
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