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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 5 – An Uninviting Cold and a Dangerous One

Two humans and two demons met the sunset near the old Bone Eater’s Well. They had yet to be joined by their inu-hanyou companion, and had decided that they would await the return of their priestess without him. Shippo raced around chasing after a tiny Kirara, trying to keep his mind busy until his beloved Kagome finally returned to him. Meanwhile, Miroku and Sango sat side by side on the ground, leaning back on the edge of the well, watching the two youkai run circles around them.
Inuyasha had still not shown himself, and they were beginning to worry. He always came back before Kagome said she would return. When they had first arrived at the well, Shippo was excited, exclaiming that he smelled Kagome, but was disappointed when she was nowhere to be seen. He slowly began to second-guess himself until he was convinced that he had imagined her scent because he longed for her to arrive.
Sango was deep in thought, wondering once more at the stupidity of their half-demon friend. Really, Kagome loved him, accepted him, and supported him in everything. Kagome was, like it or not, the main source of his strength.
When they had, in the past, ended up in a fight during a period when the miko was in her time, she and Miroku had both noticed that Inuyasha hadn’t fought nearly as well as when the miko was present. His power and strength was derived from his desire to protect her, yet he continued to hurt her over and over, constantly rubbing Kikyo in her face. There were times where she wanted to beat him senseless, just to get him to shut his mouth. Usually, though, Kagome took care of it just fine with the one word that sent the hanyou to the ground for some much needed time to think about his poor choices, not that it ever seemed to help.
Sango had been sitting for some time, trying to figure out what was wrong with Inuyasha when her thoughts were quickly redirected to what was going to be wrong with another of her companions. She felt Miroku’s hand slide behind her, softly rubbing the flesh of her rear, and her anger flared. In an instant she stood, turned, and smacked him as hard as she could, leaving her hand stinging. Miroku ended up toppled to the side, the force behind the smack knocking him over, as well as leaving a bright, angry, red handprint on his cheek.
“It was worth it,” he whispered to himself, although both youkai companions heard him. “It’s always worth it.” Kirara shook her head while Shippo rolled his eyes, before they both continued playing.
Sango moved to sit under a tree at the edge of the clearing a few yards away from the monk and the well, glaring at him as hard as possible. ‘Why can’t he keep his damn hands to himself? It was so nice, sitting there with him, watching the sunset. But no, he had to ruin it, again! He always ruins the moment!’ Sango continued to mentally grumble to herself, all the while glaring at the source of her aggravation.
Miroku tried his best to look sheepish and apologetic but he knew she didn’t buy it. She never did. Sango was just too smart for him. He sat in silence, contemplating the woman he loved, and why he found it so difficult to keep his hands to himself. ‘If I had been able to control myself, she would still be sitting here next to me! Why? Why must I be so stupid?!’ Miroku was quite frustrated with himself. He was too afraid of the future, and her possible reaction, to tell her his true feelings, and instead he found himself rubbing her bottom. It was almost as if he was purposely pushing her away. Maybe he was. If she didn’t get too attached to him, then she wouldn’t be hurt when his curse took him from the world of the living.
While Sango grumbled her anger, Miroku cursed his curse, and Shippo and Kirara played, the sun fully disappeared from the horizon, leaving darkness, and a sky full of sparkling stars in its place.
~SWtPF~
Inuyasha sat high in a tree with Kikyo nestled between his legs, leaning her back against his chest. He held her close to him, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. They didn’t talk much, but he was content just to be in her presence. He had come across her accidentally while running through the forest, trying to work off his frustration at Kagome. The girl always interfered. He and Kikyo had just been talking, and she goes and flips out, shooting purification arrows, of all things, towards them. Kagome’s aim was far from being good enough for her to be shooting in his and Kikyo's direction!
~SWtPF~
He’d been sitting in the corner of the hut three days ago, watching over the group as they slept, when he smelled her. Inuyasha immediately recognized the telltale scent of death and graveyard soil and, as quietly as possible, he rose and crept out of the hut, making sure not to wake anyone. He didn’t need Kagome knowing he was going to see Kikyo again. Once he was outside the doorway, he took off into a run, following the scent into the nearby forest that bore his name. He knew he was getting close when he saw the ethereal light of her soul collectors curling around the trees towards him. Once they were sure they had his attention, they continued on their task of leading the hanyou to their mistress.
Looking around, he entered the clearing and spotted her. She looked as perfect as always, not a hair out of place, not a speck of dirt on her clothing. Almost as if he had no control over his feet, he approached her, stopping only a foot or so before her, gazing into her dark brown eyes. She gave him a small smile that made his heart jump in his chest.
“Kikyo… what are you doing here?” Even he knew she only showed up when she wanted or needed something from him.
“Can I not just wish to see you, Inuyasha? Or have you forgotten me now that you have my reincarnation chasing after you like a devoted, little puppy?” Her voice was soft but it held a dark undertone, betraying her dislike of Kagome.
“No, Kikyo! Of course not! I’m always happy to see you.” He stood staring into her eyes, drawn into them while he continued, now in a whisper, “I miss you so much.”
“Good, Inuyasha. Now, tell me, what news have you of Naraku and the shards?”
He spent the next few minutes speaking of recent battles, telling her of the shards they found, and any hints of Naraku’s presence. It had all been innocent talking when suddenly the blinding light of a purification arrow flew into the clearing, landing at their feet.
His eyes whipped to the side, and he saw Kagome standing at the edge of the clearing, bow in hand. He immediately turned and started yelling at her. He couldn’t remember Kikyo leaving the area, just the fight with Kagome that had ensued. He then spent the next two days in the god tree, sulking over both the fight and his interrupted time with his undead love.
~SWtPF~
Finally, he realized that sulking was getting him nowhere, and had decided to run. Running at top speed through the treetops always made him feel free from everything that dragged him down the rest of the time. Free from his guilt over Kikyo’s death, free from his confusing feelings for Kagome, free from the stress of the shard hunt, and quest to kill Naraku; free from everything.
Inuyasha had been running from treetop to treetop, trying to avoid any and all thoughts. Thinking was not something he enjoyed, as it always made him more confused. Catching her scent on the air, the hanyou changed direction and headed towards Kikyo, drawn like a moth to a flame.
When he landed in front of her, she did not seem surprised to see him. Instead, she gave him a forced smile that he failed to recognize for what it really was. She then opened her arms to him and he stepped into them, holding her close. He felt her kiss his cheek, moving towards his mouth, but rather than warm and soft, her lips were cold and hard. She immediately noticed his lack of response and pulled back to look at him, her eyes questioning.
“Inuyasha, is this not what you want? To hold me once more, to kiss me, to make me your mate as you spoke of in the past?” She did her best to look upset and once again the hanyou fell for her act. “Or do you no longer desire me now that you have my reincarnation as a replacement?”
Inuyasha had always wanted Kikyo, but while she was alive she would not allow him to touch her. They had hugged only once by accident, when he caught her on a dock after she tripped. Any other time, she refused him, stating that as a priestess she could not allow herself to be touched by a demon, and especially not a hanyou. While her words hurt him, he understood as well. No one would want to be touched by a hanyou, which was why he had agreed to wish on the jewel to become human for her. Now, here she was in his arms encouraging him to kiss her just as he'd always hoped to.
“Of course not, Kikyo. I will always desire you. You’re beautiful and I love you. I will always love you.” Closing his eyes, he leaned in to kiss her. He felt her lips part and nearly cringed as he felt her tongue enter his mouth. He tasted dirt and clay, along with a distinct rotting flavor. He fought down the urge to gag and allowed her to explore his mouth. It was when she began to encourage his tongue to enter hers that he broke away, supposedly for breath.
He was torn. He had always wanted to kiss her like that but the smell of her, the taste of her, was almost too much to handle. It wasn’t her fault she was in this clay imitation of a body, and he refused to hurt her by denying her, so he fought the desire to vomit and continued on.
He felt as her cold hands slid under his outer and inner haori, finding his warm, muscled chest. He shivered, praying silently that she thought it was a shiver of pleasure and not the shiver of disgust it was. Her hands were like ice. It felt like he was being touched by the dead and if he had the ability to see the situation objectively, he would have realized it was true.
Kikyo smirked against his mouth. He would make her his mate now; a powerful blow against her hated reincarnation, who she knew loved the hanyou. Really, this meant nothing to the dead priestess. She couldn’t feel anything, anyway. Her clay body was distinctly lacking in nerve endings, making her task that much easier.
She no longer cared that he was a hanyou touching a priestess. How could she when she had already mated with Naraku to bind their partnership? No, this was purely to hurt Kagome and had, in fact, been Naraku’s latest idea. She continued to run her hands over his chest, moving them up to his shoulders to slide his outer and inner haori to the ground. She moved away from him then, only to slowly and seductively remove the white haori and red hakama that identified her as a priestess, leaving her bare before him.
Inuyasha’s eyes widened. She was beautiful. Her body was pale and smooth, completely flawless. She beckoned for him to approach and took his hands in hers, guiding them to her breasts. As his palms met her skin, however, instead of finding soft, warm, inviting flesh, he found that her body felt like a stone sculpture.
His manhood, which had hardened to attention at the sight of her body, shriveled within seconds at the feel of her. Again, he tried his hardest to hide his discomfort. He ran his hands over her body, tracing her curves, trying his best to appear to be enjoying things. He felt it then, her hand, sliding down the waist of his hakamas, reaching for her goal.
She had expected him to be hard and ready, but that was not what she found. Instead, he was flaccid, and it almost seemed as if his body flinched away from her touch. She looked up into his eyes, trying her best to hide her anger and look upset. “Inuyasha, am I no longer attractive to you in this false body?”
She looked so sad, and he didn’t want to hurt her. Kikyo didn’t deserve more pain. She had suffered more than her share and he would not be the cause of more. “Of course you are, Kikyo. You’re beautiful.” He attempted to distract her with a kiss while he closed his eyes and tried to will himself an erection. He imagined her body warm, flushed with blood, arching beneath him as he had fantasized so many times in the past.
In his mind, his eyes trailed up her body, tracing her curves, and he felt himself stir. It was working. As he continued his mental perusal of her body, he looked over her heaving breasts tipped in dark, pink peaks before gazing into her amazingly deep, blue eyes.
‘Wait, blue eyes? Shit!’
He was fantasizing about Kagome while he had a naked and waiting Kikyo in his arms! He took a quick inventory of his body and found that it had done the trick. She was now stroking his arousal with her ice-cold hand, and he immediately returned to his fantasy, the feel of her touch causing him to almost lose his erection again. This was not quite how he had imagined things going.
Kikyo smirked when she felt him harden in her hand as she stroked him gently. She then slowly lowered herself to the ground, pulling him down on top of her. “Do it, Inuyasha,” she said in a breathy, seductive voice, unaware of how bad her breath actually was. “Make me your mate so that we can be together forever.” She guided his left hand lower on her body, never letting go of her death grip on his cock.
His eyes snapped open at her words and at the feel of the new location she placed his hand. He explored the area, finding it just as cold and hard as the rest of her. He found the opening where she expected him to enter her, to mate with her, and slid a finger in. He shivered again, and no amount of fantasizing was going to save his erection this time.
Her passage was dry, scraping at his finger, and the edges were sharp. It was definitely not what he had been looking forward to all this time. He decided then and there that there was no way in all the seven layers of hell that he was going to stick his dick in there. He liked it the way it was, even if it was lonely, and he did not intend to have it ripped apart by trying to shove it that cavern of death! No way!
She felt as his erection softened to nothing and he pulled away, sitting down next to her. “I’m sorry, Kikyo, but I can’t do this.” In his mind, he was searching for any excuse, any way to let her down easy. “I… um… I don’t think… I mean… I think… maybe we should wait, you know, until Naraku is defeated and the jewel is complete. It’s just that, mating now would make us more… vulnerable… to his attack.” He knew it was a load of crap but he was begging the Kamis that she would buy it.
Kikyo was pissed. How dare he?! Was she not good enough for a dirty hanyou? She did her best to hide her anger from him. “Inuyasha, are you sure? I thought this was what you wanted.”

‘Yeah, so did I… until I touched you.’
He fought hard to hold back another shiver of disgust. Her scent covered him and if he didn’t get a bath soon, he wasn’t sure he could handle it.
“I do, Kikyo. I do want you to be my mate. I just don’t think that now is the right time.”
After quite a bit of him going on and on about his love and devotion to her, as well as a few more excuses, she finally got dressed, as did he, and they sat together in silence for quite some time, perched in the tree where they still rested.
~SWtPF~
He sat watching the sky while contemplating how things had gotten so screwed up in his life. The woman he had wanted with every fiber of his being offered herself to him and he had to think of another just to get turned on, and then… yeeechhhh. He couldn’t even continue his thoughts from there. He wanted to forget that it had ever happened.
Finally, he noticed the sun beginning to set, jarring his memory of another priestess, her blue eyes once again coming to mind, at least this time at not quite such an inappropriate moment.
“Kikyo, I’m sorry, but I have to get back.”
She leaned forward and turned her head so she could look him in the eye. “Going so soon, Inuyasha? Do you miss my reincarnation that much?” Kikyo knew just what strings to pull to make him feel guilty. She always had, and never hesitated to use it to her benefit. She was still furious that he had refused her and now he wanted to leave her, as well, to return to that pathetic copy.
If it weren’t for her irritating, miserable excuse for a reincarnation’s constant interference, she would already have her revenge on Inuyasha for her death and would not have suffered such an embarrassment as being refused by a hanyou! Naraku had wanted her, taken her, and enjoyed her. She didn’t understand how Inuyasha could have denied her!
“No… No, Kikyo, that isn’t it at all. I just have to go back so we can find more shards. I don’t want to waste any time. The sooner we have the shards, the sooner I can defeat Naraku, and then we can be together. I was thinking, Kikyo. Instead of wishing to be a full demon, maybe I could…” He hesitated, looking away with a slight blush on his cheeks. “Maybe I could wish you back to life.”
'Then maybe I could be with you without the disgusting smell and the ice cold, hard, clay. Maybe then I could actually mate you.’ Some thoughts, even he knew, were best kept to himself.
He missed the odd look in her eyes at his suggestion. Little did he know that Kikyo had already been promised to have her life restored by a different hanyou, if she were to help him with a few choice tasks, of course. She never intended to go to hell with Inuyasha. Her idiot reincarnation had misinterpreted what she came across in the forest, but had ruined her plan nonetheless. Naraku wanted Inuyasha out of the way and she still craved revenge for his failure to protect her. She was more than happy to take the inu-hanyou out of the picture.
~SWtPF~
She had successfully lured him away from his companions, like always. That had never been a difficult task. He was always quick to leave them all unprotected to see her. Tonight, however, would end a bit differently than usual. She had her orders from Naraku and she would follow them, finally making the inu-hanyou pay for her death.
She had a curse ready and waiting and she only needed him to stay close while she spoke the necessary words. Then, he would be in her complete control and would take care of a few other annoyances before killing himself for her. She smirked at the thought. Soon, he would slaughter his friends, and to her great pleasure, he would also kill her reincarnation, freeing the rest of her soul so she could live again. Yes, this would be a good night.
She watched as he entered the clearing, looking around until their eyes met. She smiled at him, at his stupidity really, as he was drawn into her spell, approaching her in a trancelike state.
“Kikyo… what are you doing here?”
“Can I not just wish to see you, Inuyasha? Or have you forgotten me now that you have my reincarnation chasing after you like a devoted, little puppy?” Her tone was darker than she intended but he failed to notice.
“No, Kikyo! Of course not! I’m always happy to see you.” He stood, staring into her eyes, drawn into them while he continued, in a whisper. “I miss you so much.”
“Good, Inuyasha. Now, I want you to listen closely to what I say.” She began the curse, speaking softly in a language he didn’t understand, not that he noticed. He was now under her control and he couldn’t get away if he wanted to. A glow started to surround them as she continued to speak the necessary words to set the curse. Once completed, it would be unbreakable and he would follow the instructions given to him to the letter, eventually leading to his own death.
She had been so close to bringing him down when a bright light flew towards them from the edge of the clearing. She glanced down at the purification arrow, which had landed near their feet, before looking up to see Inuyasha, completely free again. He began yelling at her reincarnation and Kikyo took advantage of his distraction to slip away.
~SWtPF~
Kikyo felt Inuyasha stiffen behind her. She extended her senses and felt a powerful demon aura approaching fast.
“Sesshoumaru,” Inuyasha hissed.
He lifted her into his arms and dropped to the ground before setting her down carefully, placing her behind him. He put his hand on Tetsusaiga’s hilt and awaited the arrival of his much-hated elder brother.
~SWtPF~
Kagome was getting tired. She had healed the first four pups successfully and was now working on the fifth. The two eldest still remained, and she was unsure if she would be able to complete her task, but she had to. She was determined to save them all, no matter what.
~SWtPF~
Sesshoumaru was close now. He could smell both his half-brother and the disgusting scent of the dead miko. He would never understand how the half-breed could stand to be in her presence. He could feel his claws and fangs lengthen in preparation for the kill, but little did he know that he would not get to slaughter the bitch today.
~SWtPF~
When Kikyo heard Inuyasha say the demon lord’s name, she immediately called for her soul collectors. She knew why he was there, but how he had figured it out worried her slightly. When Sesshoumaru arrived at the edge of the clearing, Inuyasha immediately yelled at him.
“What the fuck do you want now, Sesshoumaru? You can’t have my sword.”
“Silence, half-breed,” Sesshoumaru snarled, his eyes starting to bleed red. Inuyasha had only seen his brother like this in their father’s tomb, right before he transformed into his true form. “I have no business with you. I am here for the dead miko.”
Inuyasha felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle in warning, and he raised his sword. “What business do you have with Kikyo? Leave her out of this! This is between you and me!”
Sesshoumaru allowed his eyes to leave the figure of the miko to glare at his half-brother. He let out a feral growl. “Fool!” Sesshoumaru charged and Inuyasha reached to grab Kikyo and leap out of the way. He found only air, and looked around quickly while diving out of the way of his charging brother. He finally spotted her, being held a few yards above the ground, with her soul collectors wrapped around her.
Sesshoumaru was now beyond control. His brother, the idiot, got between him and his prey, and now he would pay. His eyes were now blood red and his face was transforming into a snout, the bones shifting and popping. His stripes were jagged and poison dripped from his claws as he clenched and unclenched his fist. He charged at his brother again as Inuyasha released the Windscar. The elder brother managed to leap out of the way and was about to attack again when he felt a tug at his soul. Immediately, his face and eyes returned to normal. Inuyasha was baffled for a moment at the quick change. Sesshoumaru turned his focus from the hanyou and realized the dead miko had escaped him.
“You will not always be there to protect her, brother,” Sesshoumaru growled, adding extra emphasis to the word 'brother' as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. With that said, Sesshoumaru leapt into the air, disappearing before Inuyasha’s eyes. The hanyou was left in the clearing, confused. What had his brother wanted with Kikyo? Why did she run? He would have protected her. With nothing but questions swirling in his mind, he took off in the direction Kikyo had gone, deciding to get some answers, and to be there to protect her, just in case his brother returned. As always, all thoughts of another girl were lost in the shadow of Kikyo’s memory.
~SWtPF~
The sun had fully set, and their time traveling miko had yet to return to them. They finally decided to head back to Kaede’s hut. Maybe she was delayed and would come back in the morning, instead. They had their doubts as to that, though. Each had a bad feeling that Kagome was not where they thought she was, and that she was in trouble, but no one shared their feeling, figuring the others would think they were being irrational or overreacting. Perhaps they should have been more open with each other.
~SWtPF~
Kagome was working on the last pup. She knew she was tiring and she was slightly afraid, but she would not let this pup miss out on life because she was too weak. This last pup was Sesshoumaru’s true heir, after all, his first-born male, not that they weren’t all male. She vaguely wondered if that was some kind of record or if it was just a demon thing.
She was sure this pup was the heir because of the crescent moon adorning the young inu's forehead, and she refused to let this little boy down. She also refused to let Sesshoumaru. She dug down deep inside of herself and grasped onto the last bit of her power. She pushed herself as hard as she could, and finally, the last pup returned to normal.
Although none of the pups had awakened yet, she was not worried. She had chosen this way of healing them because she knew she wouldn’t have enough strength to reverse the purification curse and then also purify the miasma from their small forms. She knew that the pups were strong enough, despite their young age, to purge their own bodies of the miasma. Their father was, after all, a poison master, the fact of which made them immune to just about all poisons, including the evil hanyou’s disgusting, purple, clouds of death.
She sat up slowly, shaking all over, and surveyed her patients. They now all had beautiful, pure, silver hair, free of dark streaks. Their markings stood out proudly on their cheeks and eyelids. Then, for the first time, she noticed the small, pink, tear drop each now sported below their left eyes. She smiled softly and felt herself fading.
‘Sesshoumaru, I did it. I saved them all for you.’
She passed out cold and, at that exact moment, a certain demon lord felt a tug on his soul.
~SWtPF~
Sesshoumaru was now racing back to his palace. He was angry with his brother for distracting him from his prey, and angry with himself for letting the vile bitch escape his grasp. Once he felt that tug, he knew something was wrong. As he raced as fast as he could, he thought of all the things it could be. Could one of his pups have died? Did Kagome fail him? Was she all right? What if she hurt herself trying to save his pups? Since when did he care, and for that matter, since when did he call the miko Kagome?
No answers were forthcoming.
~SWtPF~
A few minutes after Kagome lost consciousness, a servant slowly opened the door a sliver and peeked inside. She sighed in relief when she saw all the pups back to their normal colorings, but then gasped as she noticed the very pale miko lying limply on the floor. She immediately called for help and rushed in. She lifted the girl into her arms with ease and carried her to the room her lord had ordered prepared for her to rest in, ignoring a squawking Jaken as they went. They had been given orders, after all, directly from Lord Sesshoumaru's lips. They didn’t understand why he would give the miko that specific room out of all of the available rooms in the palace, but it was not their place to question him. They knew better than that. They all wanted to keep their heads firmly attached to their bodies.
Jaken continued on with his rant, threatening the lives of the servants for placing the girl in that room. No one, absolutely no one, was allowed to enter that room and now the idiots were placing a human miko there? They would surely all be killed when his lord returned. Deciding that no one was listening to him, he finally slumped to the floor next to the doorway. He would be sure to let Lord Sesshoumaru know who had done this terrible thing, polluting such a sacred room with a filthy, disgusting, human’s presence!
The healers rushed into the room to examine the human girl. They had been told to keep her alive at all costs if she were to collapse, just as she had. After a quick evaluation, listening to her heart and her breathing, as well as checking over her aura, they came to their conclusion. She was pale; her skin like ice, and her scent was weak. Her heartbeat was soft and unsteady, her breathing shallow. The healers looked at each other sadly. This strange, caring, powerful creature had risked her life to save their young lords, and now as payment for the deed, she was going to die.
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