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Soulless Knight	By : DragonSorceress42 Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 1607 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A/N:
Sorry this took so long, I had some major writers block. But fear
not folks, the long awaited chapter 3 is here, you need not worry any
more. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the fic. On a side note, for
any chapter that has lemon in it, I am also posting this on media
miner under the same name. Wonders
if Nefra would let her borrow the hentai closet for a couple days,
starts drifting into her own world as she thinks of a few things she
could add to the closet.
Oh, I also decided to change the name of my Drakon, instead of
Niveus, it is now Glacialis, I decided that the other one seemed too
girly. R&R, laters.

Disclaimer:
Don't own, never will, that should be enough for y'all.

Soulless
Knight

Chapter
3: A Week

It was still dark
outside when Sango awoke, the fire blazed comfortably, casting a
drowsy feeling over her as she tried to look around. She noted
Miroku sleeping on his litter next to her; she tried to sit up to
check the healing progress of his wounds and hissed lightly at a dull
throbbing in her side. She suddenly remembered her wound and how she
had reopened it, she looked down to the blood stain on the side of
her kimono. She marveled slightly at the small incision in the
fabric, just enough to get to her wound, but still properly covering
her from view. She noticed that the bandage needed to be changed, so
she removed it and checked her wound, impressed to see the expert
sutures that were there. She noticed the bandaging material sitting
on the ground next to her and quickly changed it so as to avoid dirt
getting in her wound, and a possible infection.

Sango rolled over
slightly to check Miroku’s wounds, cringing at the sharp pain
in her side, which announced its presence at her movement. Miroku
awoke at her touch, he gently grabbed on of her wrists and held it
against his chest, “Don’t worry about that, someone else
can tend my wounds for a bit, you have your own to worry about.”
He said in a gentle, loving tone.

Sango smiled up at him,
“I will be fine, it is already healing well and is but a
scratch compared to your wounds. Besides, you got these wounds
because of me; I will see no one else care for them while I am still
able.” She continued changing the bandage on his chest.

Miroku smiled lovingly
at her as he watched; when she was finished, he cupped her cheek in
his hand and lifted her face to look at him. “I would gladly
protect you a thousand more times, even if it means my death, my
little koi.” He brushed a strand of hair from her face. She
pulled herself level with him and laid her head gently on his chest,
above the freshly bandaged wound, and closed her eyes, letting his
steady heart beat lull her to sleep. He smiled again and closed his
eyes as well, gently stroking her hair.

Kouga watched all of
this from were he sat, next to Kagome’s bed, he sighed inwardly
and looked at Kagome’s still sleeping form. Soon after
everything had calmed down from earlier, the Kitsune had awoken;
Kouga had had to stop him from tackling his mother figure while she
slept. Shippo had settled for sleeping next to her instead, not
wanting to let her out of his sight again, Kouga could only
sympathize with the child who was on the verge of tears.

Kouga stood and
refreshed the cold cloth on Kagome’s forehead, the water was
lukewarm now. He did not relish the thought of asking that damn
dragon for anything, the youkai had secrets, and he could smell the
deception. He would have to watch him close, just because he owed
him for Kagome’s life did not mean he had to trust him, he
would not let him near his woman unattended again.

Kouga was snapped out
of his musings when he felt Glacialis’ aura, he looked up to
see the drakon standing next to Kagome’s bed, checking her
fever and the water. Kouga growled possessively at the sudden
intrusion, but Glacialis didn’t even seem to be paying
attention. He chilled the water, refreshed the cloth on Kagome’s
forehead, and turned to leave the cave again.

Kouga dashed around and
in front of Glacialis, facing him with a menacing glare. “You
have not told us what your doing here, Dragon.” He snarled.

Glacialis finally
looked at Kouga, meeting his challenging gaze head on. “Nor
have you ever asked, Wolf. I cannot read minds, do not expect me to
know what you wish to ask.” He walked around Kouga and started
out the cave again.

Kouga would not let
such a challenge go unanswered, not this easily, not with his pack
watching. He turned and grabbed Glacialis’ arm, “I’m
not done with you, you still haven’t…”

Glacialis turned and
unfurled his wings, soaring suddenly 10 feet into the air, to the
roof of the cave. Kouga hung on to his arm, trying to pull himself
level with the drakon. How
dare this filthy wolf youkai touch me?
Glacialis thought as an ice blue glow began seeping into his irises.

Glacialis threw Kouga
off his arm, but Kouga made sure to rake his sharp claws across
Glacialis’ arm as he fell, he landed and knocked his head into
the base of Kagome’s pallet. He took a moment to shake off his
double and blurry vision, caused by hitting his head on the stone
pallet, as he stood on his shaky legs. He shook his head again as
his vision cleared; he looked at Glacialis as he landed.

The drakon was standing
there examining the bleeding gash on his forearm; he looked up at
Kouga, fury evident in his now shimmering ice blue eyes. Glacialis
closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath, wrapped his wings
back around his shoulders, and exited the cave without a second
glance.

This infuriated Kouga
even more, he was starting to see red, how dare he insult him like
this, again?

Kouga was about to
follow him when a small hand touched his arm, ever so lightly. He
jumped slightly and spun around, only to see Kagome staring at him
through groggy eyes. He dropped to one knee next to her stone
pallet, grabbing her hand in his, “Kagome, my love, you're
awake.” He placed his other hand on her forehead, she was
still feverish, and he quickly replenished the cloth on her head with
cold water.

She started to try
sitting up, “How are you feeling?” Kouga asked as he
helped her to a sitting position.

Kagome looked around
the cave with a glazed and vacant expression on her face; her eyes
traveled over the Taijiya and Monk, not even registering their close
proximity, continuing on to the entrance to the cave. She looked
back at Kouga, confusion and worry clearly displayed across her face
now, “How? I don’t remember…” She croaked
out, her voice cracking slightly from dehydration.

Kouga handed her a
water skin, and waited as she downed half the contents, before she
continued again. “How did I get here? The last thing I
remember was being attacked in the forest by a cobra youkai, then
someone with wings saved me… it’s all really foggy.”

About that time Shippo
woke and tried to tackle his now awake mother, but Kouga grabbed him
by the scruff of his shirt and held him, kicking in mid air. “Easy
Kitsune, she’s still too weak for your ruff antics, even you
could hurt her in this state.”

“Fine, I’m
sorry.” Shippo muttered, crossing his arms and huffing. Kouga
gently placed the little kitsune on Kagome’s lap; she smiled
and ruffled Shippo’s hair with one hand. Shippo gave his
mother the biggest hug he dared, before sitting down in her lap and
leaning against her, closing his eyes as he did so and falling back
to sleep.

Kagome chuckled
slightly before looking back to Kouga; the haze seemed to have lifted
slightly, but she was still obviously confused, but she seemed less
worried then before. Kouga smiled at her before placing a kiss on
her forehead, satisfied that her fever was less then before, “worry
not, koi, I will explain everything.”

Kouga explained
everything he could, in detail, from the time he had arrived at the
clearing. Kagome listened intently, nodding every now and then; she
glanced at the cave entrance as Kouga finished, wondering were the
drakon was now.

As if he had read her
thoughts, Glacialis walked through the entrance to the cave and
stopped in front of Kouga and Kagome, wings still folded around his
shoulders. He held himself high, with an almost regal poise, an air
of nobility surrounding him. He gave Kagome a flourished bow,
straightening and addressing only her when he spoke. “I am
Lord Glacialis
AP Maelgwn of the Gaelic Drakon; I do apologize for my manners the
other day, as I fear they might have been misconstrued as a tad rude.
But I did feel that saving you from that filth was far more pressing
then a proper introduction at the time, if I have erred in any way,
please accept my most humble apologies, Milady Miko.” He bowed
again and waited for her response.

Kouga was a bit taken
aback by this short speech; he looked to Kagome and was shocked to
see her smiling. “It is quite all right, Milord.” Kagome
responded, as Glacialis straightened again “I do feel that the
saving part was a tad more important as well. How about you just
call me Kagome for now, the formalities get a bit old after awhile.”

Glacialis smiled back
and nodded once, “as you wish, you may call me Glacialis.”

Kagome continued,
trying her best to keep up her friendly demeanor. “It does
appear to me that we have a few things we need to discuss though,
where shall we begin?” She studied his face, waiting patiently
for his response.

Glacialis seemed deep
in thought; it was a moment before he spoke again. “You are
correct Kagome; there are quite a few things we need to discuss.
None of which I feel comfortable, nor am permitted, to speak of in
present company.” He nodded towards Kouga’s pack, “So
if you might just step outside the cave entrance with me, I will
answer what questions I can. I warn you though; I can not promise
these answers will not create more questions, instead of answering
the ones you have already.” He bowed slightly and waited.

Kouga growled and stood
up, staring straight at the winged drakon lord. “Like hell you
will, I will not permit…”

“Will not permit
what?” Kagome interrupted him, her face drawn in a very deep
scowl. Kouga grimaced ever so slightly at the tone in her voice, but
he did not take his eyes from Glacialis. “I do not believe I
remember relinquishing my free will to you, Kouga. I will step
outside with Glacialis, and I will speak with him in private. And
furthermore, I am…” Kagome stopped short as a sudden
wave of dizziness hit her and she felt herself falling forward.

Kouga spun around when
he heard her stop mid sentence, he saw her starting to fall and
stepped forward, catching her and holding her in a tight embrace.
“Are you ok, koi?” He asked as he set her upright again,
concern laced his voice.

Kagome held her head,
trying to stop the room from spinning, “I’m just suddenly
really dizzy.” She placed a hand on Kouga’s chest and
gripped the top of his armor. The spinning room suddenly started
spinning faster and Kagome had to close her eyes, she gasped slightly
as a wave of pain shot up her leg and spine. Tears gathered at the
edge of her eyes as the pain increased and her leg started to go
numb, she leaned forward and placed her forehead on Kouga’s
chest plate. “Make it stop, please, it hurts.” She
gasped as her knuckles turned white from the death grip she now had
on Kouga’s chest plate.

“Lay her down,”
Glacialis suddenly spoke. “We need to check her wound; I think
it may have festered.”

Kouga nodded and
reluctantly pried Kagome off of him to lay her down on the pallet she
was using for a bed; he could see the tears now falling freely down
her cheeks, she opened her eyes to look up at him. Shippo skittered
off to huddle by Sango and Miroku.

Glacialis started to
unwrap the bandages from her leg wound, going as slow as he could.
She gasped again and Kouga grabbed hold of her hand, her knuckles
went almost white again as she gave the same death grip to his hand.

He no sooner got the
last of the bandages off when both his and Kouga’s noses were
assaulted with a very pungent odor of rotting flesh, Glacialis
wrinkled his nose and looked down, Kouga growled slightly at the
sight. It had healed to a scab; the skin was a nasty grayish-green
color fanning out with the blood veins, puss evident under the scab.

Glacialis looked up at
Kouga, “We have to bleed the wound, it’s infected.”

Kouga looked down at
Kagome, she had her eyes clamped shut, but he could tell she was
fighting more tears. He looked back to Glacialis and nodded, “Make
it quick.”

Glacialis nodded and
flexed his claws; he placed one hand on Kagome’s knee to hold
her leg still and, using just the claw on his index finger, made one
slash across the top of the scab with lightning speed. Kagome cried
out in pain and lurched forward, grasping Kouga’s arm as tight
as she could.

“We are not done
yet, please hold her still.” Kouga wrapped his other arm
around Kagome, half meant to hold her still, half meant as a
comforting embrace.

Glacialis placed a
cloth under her leg to catch the puss running down it; he started
squeezing the wound to coax the remainder of the puss out as well.
Kagome whimpered slightly, biting her tongue from another scream,
tears streaming freely down her cheeks now.

He finished draining
all the puss out and produced the same small blue vial he had used
yesterday from the pouch on his belt, he applied some of the salve
sparingly to her wound and placed the vial back in his pouch; he then
started to rewrap her leg in fresh bandages.

Kagome almost instantly
calmed down as the pain ceased, she lifted he head from Kouga’s
shoulder and watched the Drakon finish wrapping her leg wound.

Glacialis cleaned up
the mess and tossed the now contaminated cloth in the fire, it was
then that he noticed Sango. The taijiya was propped on one elbow,
holding her injured side, and glaring at him. He looked to the monk,
he was fanning sleep as his hand inched ever closer to the taijiya’s
backside.

“HENTAI!”
The slap echoed through out the entire cave, Glacialis grimaced and
chuckled slightly as he walked back over to Kagome’s bed.

Kagome had fallen
asleep in Kouga's embrace, exhausted from the pain, but looking none
the worse for ware now. Kouga looked at Glacialis with a slight
scowl, “You still have some explaining to do, I want to know
what your really here for, and I won't be brushed aside so easily.”
He said with a slight growl in his throat.

Glacialis chuckled
slightly and shook his head, “Relentless and foolish, what a
waste of talent.” He muttered as he walked out of the cave.

Kouga gently laid
Kagome down and followed the drakon out of the cave, stopping just
outside, “I mean it, I will not allow you to stay if I don't
hear something worth hearing.” He glowered slightly as
Glacialis stopped in his tracks and stared at the sky, seemingly
ignoring him, again.

Just as Kouga was about
to speak on this affront, Glacialis piped up. “I'm not really
supposed to be telling you anything my mistress divulged to me,”
He sighed and turned to face Kouga. “But I can tell you this
much, I was sent here to prevent a possible future from taking place,
you will have to ask my mistress if you wish for any further
clarification.”

Kouga was a bit
stunned, for the first time since he had met this annoying drakon, he
neither smelled, nor sensed any deception. Kouga stood up straight,
“Well, then that's where we shall go.” He turned and
walked back into the cave, leaving the Drakon outside.

“Oh, and by the
way.” The drakon's words halted Kouga in his tracks; that tone
of voice... “You have a week before it kills her.”

“WHAT?!”
Kouga said – not shrieked. He was a tough guy and tough guys
didn't shriek – as he whirled around to face the slightly
amused-looking dragon. “A WEEK?!”

Glacialis waved his
hand almost dismissingly, as if trying to diffuse Kouga's temper with
the gesture. “Calm down, calm down,” he muttered, and
Kouga could have sworn he'd heard 'irritating whelp', but he couldn't
be sure. “My mistress may just have the cure.”

Kouga gritted his
teeth, hands balling into fists at his sides. “Fine. We leave
at first light.”

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She turned her head
slightly, a patient smile on her face as she saw him bowed at the
edge of the light spilling in from her rooms. “Yes? What is
it, dear general?” she asked, only somewhat curious.

He swallowed and took
in a breath before speaking. “Ah... Mistress... The miko's
group... It consists of a monk, a taijya, a kitsune and a few mangy
wolves.” He swallowed again, a little confusion seeping into
his voice as he continued. “And... They seem to have been
joined by... well, I'm not sure what he is, except...” His
brow furrowed. He watched as her shadow shifted, either turning away
or turning to face him.

“Except...?”
she prodded, just a tinge more curiosity and pantient annoyance in
her voice now.

“Ah... Well, he
is a very strange looking fell- er, demon, Mistress. With almost
bronze-colored wings across his back, and-”

“Wings?”
she demanded, some strange emotion in her voice. “What sort of
wings, general?”

He felt the urge to
look up, but quelled it even as the barely healed scars on his cheek
twitched. “Ah, lizard-like, I suppose. Perhaps like that of
those pets you keep at the gates.”

He didn't expect to get
a face full of broken flower vase at that. It shattered upon impact
and sent him sprawling backwards. “What, dear General Takashi,
do you mean by that? How, in your extreme
loyalty and persistence to obey my desires, have you managed to let a
drakon
slip through your notice?”

His vision cleared a
little, having been a bit blurry, and he averted his instinctual gaze
upon her to the relative safety of the shadows. “For- forgive
me, Mistress,” he coughed – why couldn't he see from his
left eye? - as pain seared through his face. “It- It won't
happen again.”

She reached forward,
hand fisting in his hair and apparently not caring that her claws
raked across his skull. “I certainly hope not, boy,” she
snarled angrily, indicating the upper half of his face. “Or
the next thing you lose won't be an eye.” With that, she threw
his head back against the wall and stormed inside, and he heard the
distinct sound of shattering glass; more vases. Of course, her
language was colorful enough to make even the Lord of the West blush.
Maybe.

He sat up, barely
registering some language he didn't understand – though her
tone of voice made it quite clear that it probably wasn't polite –
and held his eye, stumbling to his feet. He needed to find a way to
guarentee his life, perhaps; make him invaluable, or he'd lose more
than an eye.

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A/N: Sorry it took
so long; my brain collapsed and my muse jumped out the window- oh,
and my beta keeps beating her head against the wall, which is why I
need more wonderful reviews – not just fave/alerting people! -
so that she won't jump out the window, too... That definitely would
not be good...

Sorrow: But you're
killin' me!!!! -wants to strangle someone- Damn, stubborn yankee...

Me: …
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