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Hello everyone! I just
want to say�WOW! I am so stunned at all of the wonderful reviews and such! I
never expected this fic to get much of a response since I see a lot of people
who don�t like Sess/Kagome fics. It�s my favorite pairing, so you will definitely
see a lot of affection going into this story.
Disclamer: I
do not own Inuyasha or the characters. There�I said it�
Please Save
Me From Myself
Chapter 4 �
The Great Lord Sesshoumaru

Where am I? I
don�t know�
Glowing
lights. Names floating through my head. An unearthly scream. Kagome! Someone
calling me�Kagome! Not now�I�m tired�leave me alone�
A life for a
life�that voice. I know that voice. Kagome! I said not now! I want to sleep. I
want to rest. I�m tired. I want to go home. But I can�t. Why not? Hos gos gone.
Gone? Gone where? I don�t know. I don�t remember. Kagome! Why won�t they leave
me alone. Can�t they understand? Don�t they know how I feel? Don�t they know
that my home is gone? Where is home? Home is where the heart is.
Silver hair.
Golden eyes. Blood everywhere. Something coppery. Intense pain. My head hurts.
I want to sleep. Yes�I want to sleep�
Red eyes.
Boiling rage. Blood flowing. Stop! Stop what? Are you alright? No�I�ve already
told you� I will never be alright�She�ll be lucky if she lived through
this�Who? Me? Me? Lucky? Never! I guess that means that I am going to die�but
will that be so bad? I don�t know. Mira�
You must run
the shrine in my e. Ce. Can I ever tell you, Mira? The shrine is gone.
Everything is gone. I destroyed everything. Please don�t be mad. I�m going to
join you soon.
No�you must
go back. Back where? Where do I go? I don�t know anyone here. I know nothing of
myself. Who am I? Is my name really Kagome? But�he seems to know
me�Sesshoumaru�why does that name make me calm? Why does that name sound so
familiar?
Kagome-neechan.
That little girl called me sister. Is that what I am? No. He threw me out. I
don�t belong here either.
Be
strong�Kagome�
I don�t want
to be strong! I want to sleep�I�m tired of all this�of this headache and this
pain in my heart, as if I have forgotten something dear to me. But what?
Kagome!
Alright alright! I�ll go�I�ll�be�right there�
(��..)

The candlelight flickered. The Great Lord Sesshoumaru, ruler of the Western
Lands, sat hunched over a small desk writing. He made a mental note to get the
object sized up. Sesshoumaru had always had this problem. Out of all the Lords, was was the tallest and the youngest. Seumarumaru was just a little over five
hundred years old�a very young demon; yet his age did nothing to tell about his
personality. He wasn�t rash and hotheaded; he wasn�t a power-hungry maniac like
most demons his age that were of royal blood; and most importantly, he wasn�t
one to show emotion. Many had wondered at what had caused the Great Sesshoumaru
to lose the spark of life that he possessed as a small child. His mother, Nira,
had died when he was but a pup at the age of two hundred and some years. Three
hundred years had passed since then, and Sesshoumaru had changed a lot.

Yumi watched her Lord finishing up with signing some royal documents and
wondered at what could have caused such a tremendous change. She remembered him
as a small pup, running about the gardens, chasing his brother, Inuyasha. She
would watch as all the joy and happiness and at oftentimes anger would cloud
his features, but after Nira�s death, he wasn�t the same. His beautiful face
had quieted, and his demeanor had cooled. He no longer allowed anyone into his
heart. He became cynical and bitter and at often times took his anger out in
the battlefield, where his opponents had learned to fear him.

She remembered one night when he had invited a common whore into the castle.
The sounds disturbed her well into the night. In the morning, the poor bitch
was found practically dead. She wasn�t hurt, but she was completely immobile.
Many ever since those times had feared him beyond all belief. He was seen as a
tyrant; someone who never took pity; a dictator that ran his land strictly; a
land where the slightest offense would be punishable by dead. But Yumi knew
that heart that truly lay beneath the terrifying cold and calculating demeanor.
When he had brought home the little girl, Rin, she was sure that something of
his old self had come back. No one would see it, but the little pats, the
affectionate ignorance, and the refraining of yelling at the child were sure
signs that he cared.

Lord Sesshoumaru had always, ever since he was small, been ignored by his
father. He was always the heir; the one to be responsible for the whole kingdom
if anything went wrong. Inuyasha was the favorite, always getting all the
attention from Lord Inutaisho. He was the son with whom the father could truly
be affectionate. In a way, Yumi knew that the Lord was right. Sesshoumaru could
not afford to be spoiled. He was always alone; she would see him in the library
studying Latin and ancient languages. She would see him bury himself in his
swordsmanship; she would see him missing meals so that he could be in the
council room with his father, even though the Lord insisted that he stay away.
Inutaisho never showed it, but Yumi knew that he loved his son dearly. If only
Sesshoumaru would have seen it like her�

�Yumi�� The v dri drifted from the sensual lips to her sensitive ears.

�Yes?� Always�Sesshoumaru had had problems with women. Yes�women were in
abundance. Sesshoumaru had done well after his father�s death. He had inherited
everything and inherited it well. While other Lords quickly spent what was
given to them, and brought their lands into ruin, Sesshoumaru treated his only
gift from his father with extreme care. He took note to make all the right
alliances and to never make enemies where there was no need for them. He chose
the wisest and most loyal Council, something which Yumi and Yoko, when he was
alive, helped him with. No one knew this, not even Sesshoumaru, but Nira had
left Yumi in charge of helping her son prosper. Nira was a most beautiful lady.
Sesshoumaru was her spitting image. He had her eyes, her face, her delicate
grace; the only thing he got from his father was his magnificent silver hair
and the golden color of his eyes.

�How is she?� The note of question in his voice was so ual, al, that she almost
reeled back. The question was asked with almost�tenderness? No�Sesshoumaru
would never express that emotion, even to her.

�She is sleeping, still�� He didn�t look up, didn�t stop writing. She knew he
was listening, and she knew he was worried. �Would you like to see her?� She
knew that answer even before he gave it.

�I have no time to make useless appointments.� He stood, wrapped the letter,
sealed it, and gave it to her.

�Take this to Jakken. I will dine. Tell me if anything changes.� He walked out,
smooth as can be, but Yumi wasn�t fooled.

�She will be alright.� He didn�t answer, but somehow, Yumi knew that he heard
and was grateful.
(��.)

He watched her. Even now, her beauty mesmerized him. Ever since he had seen her
that one time, he knew that she interested him. He understood the idea of
self-sacrifice. Hadn�t his mother done the same for him? She had done
everything in her power to make sure that he could rule successfully, something
that had gotten her killed. That kind of sacrifice, giving one�s life for
another, was something that Sesshoumaru truly hated, but couldn�t help but
respect. And now he watched her; he heard her breathing, shallow and labored; he
heard her heart beating, strong but slow; he watched her chest rise beneath the
blankets and he knew that this woman would be trouble.

He should have let her die. That thought alone was enough to trouble him. He
knew that it was a selfish thought, a wrong thought. He could not let her die
anymore than he could leave now and forget that she existed. No matter how much
he wanted to do it, he could not. He supposed that he felt it a must to protect
her now. He felt the incredibly foreign feeling once more wrenching his gut and
he wondered if he was getting ill. He found himself often clutching his chest
for the pain was sometimes unbearable even to him. He must be getting ill. What
else would it be?

She mumbled something that escaped even his amazingly acute hearing so he moved
closer to her bedside. There was a small chair close by. He grabbed it and sat.
There he went again; this was the second time he had done something without
thinking. It was a terrifying feeling. He knew that he could always trust his
calculating mind. He knew that in any situation, following your feelings and
emotions would only end up in disaster. If happened with his mother, and he
could not afford it happening with him. Nevertheless, despite his thoughts, he
continued watching the creature that lay in his bed. Her lips opened �

�Mira�sa�ma�� Her brow furrowed. She seemed to be distressed. Suddenly he could
smell her fear and he wasn�t quite sure what to do about it. �Forgive�me�� He
reached out and stroked her hair. Damn it! Again he was following his instinct.
He quickly looked around the room. His mind acquiesced. Yes�here, he could do
whatever he wanted. He decided something then. As long as no one saw this
embarrassment, maybe he could allow it.

For once, the demon lord let himself enjoy something simple. He stroked her
hair, reveling in its smoothness and in the way it flowed through his fingers.
He watched, mesmerized as tears formed in her eyes and dripped down her cheeks.
Tears�he caught one on his claw and licked it off. It was salty, just the way
it smelled. But why did ningens insist on making them? His mother never cried.
He had only seen two women in his life with tears. Rin, and Inuyasha�s bitch of
a mother. And now her� He never understood why they did it, only that it seemed
to be an outlet for emotions that were too strong. What was she feeling then,
that she was crying now?

�S-Sesshoumaru�� He started. Was he in her dreams? Why would she do something
like that? What did it mean? He was suddenly curious. An unexpected anxiousness
filled him until he just wanted to shake her awake and demand that she answer
him. But watching her now; smelling her illness; smelling her wounds, he knew
that it would not be the best to force her into wakefulness. Another strange
thing�since when had, he, Sesshoumaru, considered what was best for others? He
decided that he would observe her more. This, woman, was changing him.
How did she do it so fast? It seemed that she was worthy of his attention after
all. Now he just had to figure out how to make her stay. He could hire her�as a
miko, she would not be safe anywhere in the Western Lands.

Sesshoumaru knew he would put her in danger if she was to leave the confines of
his castle. Miko were a powerful enemy; they had been for centuries now. Ever
since a group of powerful miko had gone on an exterminating mission so many
centuries ago, the Western Lands were their enemies. His village had feared
Mira, thus leaving her alone up until her death; but it seemed that as soon as
she was out of the way, it was free reign to kill any miko his villagers came
across. Yes�she would stay and look after Yumi. Perhaps she could even help out
in the Infirmary.

Another strange thought entered his mind. Why had the girl not returned to
Inuyasha on her own will? Then again, perhaps she thought that she would be in
the way of his bastard brother and his bitch. Again, that curiosity filled him.
He decided that she would wake up, now.

�Wake up, wench.e mue mumbled something. �Wake up.�

�My head hurts�� He growled and took her hand, ready to shake her awake. Then
he saw the bruises. He almost chocked on the sudden pain in his chest. Damn
it�he was getting ill! He stopped, took her hand in his, watched in
wonder as his own clawed fingerspletpletely covered hers. She was so small. It
was then that he noticed her tiny she really was beneath the covers. This new
knowledge made her seem more fragile, more vulnerable. She was so much like
Rin, then, but different. Rin was a child, and Kagome was a woman. He breathed
in, suddenly newly aware. Yes�a woman�a woman with an intoxicating scent. He
leaned down and breathed in the smell of her hair. She smelled like sandalwood
and musk. It must be from the soap that she used in the shrine. Oh but how good
it smelled. He made a mental note to make the maid give her only that kind of
soap. She was suddenly moving. Her breathing was becoming less deep and
increased in speed. She was waking. He quickly dropped her hand and backed away
to the other side of the room.

Her eyes fluttered open, the long raven lashes fanning up to reveal the most
mystical blue eyes. She yawned and covered her mouth, a small mewl still
escaping. There went that pain again. He decided to see a healer. That was
silly, he she was right here, but somehow, he didn�t feel like he could trust
her with this. He could not show her his weakness. He made a decision. He would
speak to Yumi. In a blur, he was out the door. All Kagome saw was a trick of
the light.
(��.......................)

       Kagome felt sick. She looked around
the room, fear blurring her vision. Where was she? She remembered clearly how
the men had attacked her, and how she had given in to death. But�if she wasn�t
dead, then where was she? She stretched out her senses, gaining fear every
second as she felt thousands of youkai all around her. Her breathing was
quickening. She looked to the window and felt for her power. The window was
open. If she could jump out� She sat up, ignoring the pain and stood, catching
herself against the bedpost. Now that she thought about it, the room was very
finely furnished. The bed was carved out of the finest wood, delicate and
intricate designs glorifying its surface. There was a small chair sitting next
to her bed. She used it as a pivot to turn herself around. She saw a high
painted ceiling with great arches, and beautiful pictures adorning the walls.
There were desks and tables of every sort, all made out of very expensive and
rare wood. It seemed that whoever lived in this room, must consider themselves
worthy of only the best. She regained her senses and remembered her attackers.

Dizzily, she made her way over to the windowsill. It was a door! She turned the
knob, suppressing her moans of pain as much as possible and limped outside. It
was a balcony. The balcony was very large and it seemed that it was made of
marble tiles. The material had a blueish tint that was relaxing and at the same
time radiated strength. On the edge, there were small petite columns that were
arranged in a fence formation. She felt the wind against her flesh and for the
first time looked down. She was bandaged up from where she could see. Someone
had dressed her in a light sleeping kimono that was silk thin and pure white.
She touched it in wonder. If wan wanted to kill her, why would they take care
of her, then? She stepped to the edge of the balcony, suddenly feeling sick.
She shivered from the cold, the biting wind clawing at her injuries. All at
once, the death of the woman that had been like a grandmother to her hit her
full force.

She began to cry. Her body sank to the floor in a heap and she turned to look
between the columns at the ground below. If she could just jump�but she
couldn�t stand up. Her strength drained out of her like water out of a bathtub
when there was hole for it to go to. She huddled to a column wondering why life
had brought her here; wondering:
What was the
purpose to her life?
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