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Prophecy	By : BlueLinx Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 8093 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pushing away her exhaustion, Kagome focused on her rage instead. Anger at Sesshomaru, anger at this Inuyoko lady, and, more importantly, anger at herself. She couldn't shake the feeling of having been duped, and it rubbed her the wrong way. Distantly, in the back of her mind, the band of emotions burned in fury; she gave little consideration to whether or not she was helping it grow and fester.
Keeping a pace of so behind, the young miko kept a watchful eye on the little girl in her care. Rin flitted ahead of her, skipping from one flowery bush to the next, a monarch butterfly dancing on the wind. The other blue orb Kagome had fixed firmly upon the stoic back of the daiyoukai she loathed. Since Inuyoko's abrupt departure only that morning, Sesshomaru had them continuously on the move, heading east. She'd had no sleep since the night before last, little to eat, and even less time to assemble her thoughts. The fact that she was even still vertical was miracle unto itself. Only her resentment seemed to keep her moving. Her footsteps grew more firm. She was filled with a sudden determination to give that arrogant jack-ass a view on how she felt about this whole 'mated' thing, when he stopped. Muttering a curse under her breath, Kagome narrowly avoided running into him.
“Rin,” Sesshomaru said, in that expressionless tone that slid like an ice cube down the miko's back. “Go find your dinner. We camp here tonight.” Bobbing her head, grinning, the little girl dashed off into the trees in search of a berry bush. Kagome openly gaped.
“You're letting her go out on her own?” she inquired, astonished. Surely someone like Sesshomaru could see the danger of allowing a five-year-old to run about alone in this kind of world. Sesshomaru raised a silvery eyebrow. “She could get hurt, or find some bad berries, or worse! Some youkai could come along and snatch her up for its dinner!” Worry caused her to wring her hands. Immediately she headed in the same direction the child had taken, until the icy hand of the daiyoukai found its way to her t-shirt clad shoulder, effectively restraining her.
“This Sesshomaru had taught Rin to care for herself,” he responded. Irritably, Kagome slapped his hand away, yet remained rooted to the spot. That certainly sounded like something the inu-youkai would do. It didn't mean she had to like it. Plus, he could probably hear her every move. Kagome glared anyway, annoyed that she'd doubted his keeping the girl safe. Deep down she knew he cared, but his outward insensitivity was pissing her off.
Sesshomaru knew this. He could feel her every emotion from the kizuna that had formed at the moment of his marking her. It irritated him to have this sort of connection with a human, although he couldn't deny the fuel of her anger igniting his own blaze of rage was intoxicating. He sat down against a tree, as far from her as the small clearing would allow. Catching a whiff from a breeze, he discerned no threats to his young charge, and closed his eyes.
Mistakenly taking this as a dismissal, Kagome threw her great yellow bag to the ground and stormed over to the relaxing (if the daiyoukai could ever be said to relax) youkai and kicked the tip of his shoe with her foot. A cool amber eye stared at her balefully. Ignoring it as always, the miko crossed her arms firmly over her ample chest and gave him a heated glare of her own.
“So, Mr. 'I'm-So-Important-I-Drag-People-Where-They-Don't-Want-To-Go,” she bit out, “just figured I'd let you know that this is stupid, and I'm done.”
“Speak sense, wench. This Sesshomaru is not in the mood to humor your hormonal outbursts.” Inwardly, he cackled madly at the sight of her struggling not to choke on her anger.
“Hormonal-! Why you pompous-” Inhaling deeply, she trembled. “Alright. How's this? I'm finished. Following you around. Being your mate. Being insulted while you go search for this 'breeding partner' of yours.” She blinked owlishly. That part hadn't been meant to come out. Sesshomaru opened his other eye, staring at her.
“This Sesshomaru never intended to take you as his mate.”
“So undo it.” Gravely, he shook his head. Silvery hair floated around his face gracefully. In the bushes, Rin squealed in excitement when a butterfly landed on her nose.
“Not without payment.”
“This isn't some business transaction, Sesshomaru! This is my life! When you marked me, you effectively took away every chance of happiness I could ever have. Friends? They'd all be too scared of you. Children? I'm not stupid enough to bring a child into this world with someone who would obviously hate their very existence. Love? It can't exist with someone as frigid as you. That's what I want more than anything. Someone to love, who'll love me in return. Not for what I could do for them, but just because I'm me.” As quickly as if a candle's flame had been snuffed out, there went the anger, both hers and from the knot. She felt as if something were crushing her heart. Instinctively she grasped at the area over her heart, recognizing the sensation, and marveling. This wasn't her emotion; it was his, and it was so overpowering she almost fainted.
“Is that why you did all this?” she asked, her voice so soft he barely heard. Tears shimmered in her blue eyes, orbs as ever-changing as the sky. “Because you're lonely?” Nonchalantly he averted his gaze. He hadn't meant for her to feel it. Apparently the kizuna was stronger than he expected.
“This Sesshomaru has never been lonely.”
“How can you lie to me?”
“This Sesshomaru owes you nothing.”
“I can feel your emotions!” Pointing to her head, she crouched near him, knees touching his. “You may be able to hide this from the world, from Rin, but you shouldn't have to hide it from me.” A sad smile touched her lips fleetingly. “If it's one thing I know, it's about being lonely. When I was with Inuyasha, I always felt that way.”
“Yet you stayed with him.”
“Yea, I guess I did.” Kagome laughed a little. “Desperation for love makes us do crazy things, doesn't it?” Not waiting for a response, she stood and moved away from him. He missed her warmth. “Because I understand better, Sesshomaru, I'll help you. Loneliness can be devastating. In return, you get this wretched mark off my neck. Then we're even.”
Sesshomaru thought it over. He'd have the partner to bear his offspring. He'd be rid of this human and her oddly pleasant smell. Tempting...
“Agreed. This Sesshomaru will see to it that the mark is removed.” He didn't add how; as far as he was aware, there was no way to abolish a mating mark. Satisfied, Kagome laid down on her sleeping bag, allowing the daiyoukai to keep an ear out for Rin. Sleep overtook her quickly, and she began to dream...

Laying amidst a field of flowers, she let the sunlight warm her closed eyelids. The scents of daisies and sage filled her nostrils; she inhaled deeply and opened her eyes. Her fingers slid over the luxurious silken kimono covering her. It was a rich orange color. Black blossoms fell down her left shoulder to her full sleeve, trailed down her back, around her hips, swirling around her right thigh. It was her favorite kimono.
A sudden noise sliced through the air, interrupting her serenity. Loud growls could be heard from just over the small hill to her right. Curiosity overwhelmed apprehension, and, crawling on her hands and knees, heedless of the grass staining her clothing, Kagome crept towards the sounds. An odd feeling filled her stomach the closer she came. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity on the ground, she managed to catch a glimpse of the disturbance. The sight stained her cheeks a pretty rose.
Below, unaware of their voyeur, two bodies surged against each other. Scattered bits that resembled clothes littered the area around them. Here and there, splotches of red soaked the assortment of flowers. Kagome uttered a silent gasp. Blood! Silver hair contrasted harshly with black. Taloned fingers caressed and scratched a tanned back, drawing a hint of blood and a small cry of delight. Strong, lithe legs wrapped tightly around a narrow, maroon-striped waist, eliciting a low growl in response. Maroon stripes?
Oh Kami! That was Sesshomaru down there!
Her blush deepening down her neck, Kagome ducked down behind the crest of the hill. Never had she expected to see the daiyoukai in such an...indecent...position. His growls still rang in her ears. Faintly, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed. It seemed as if two animals were down there ravaging each other. Stomach doing flips, the miko drew a shaky breath. As much as the sight of such behavior between Sesshomaru and anyone was unnerving, the urge to see the black haired female was overpowering. Risking a peek again, Kagome lifted her head...
And stared straight into a pair of familiar stormy blue eyes filled with passion and animalistic need. A scream welled in her throat even as the dark haired woman's mouth opened with a wail of ecstasy. Together they cried out in unison, Sesshomaru's throaty roar lost amongst their combined yells.

“SESSHOMARU!”
The screams of the wench yanked him from his dream. He couldn't remember the face, but the taste, the smell, the feel of his she lingered on his palate. He heaved a deep sigh, saddened that it had ended so abruptly. Rin, snuggled against him, blinked groggily. She'd come back to camp not long after the miko had went to sleep. On such a warm night, she'd politely asked if she could lean against him to sleep. With his usual nonchalance, he'd allowed her to, and she'd been snuggled into his mokomoko all night. A huge grin split her face when she saw Kagome awake, but, in her ire, the young miko didn't notice.
“Why do you shout this one's name, woman?” asked Sesshomaru, slightly irritated. He hadn't slept for long. The eagerness to reach the cave where he'd recover his she was once again awakening itself in his breast. He blatantly ignored the immense fury (and fear?) fed to him through the kizuna. Flames danced in those blue orbs. His eyes narrowed. All at once memories from his dream came crashing down upon him. He remembered those eyes, only a different sort of fire had lit them.
“Stay out of this Sesshomaru's head, witch.” Much as he wanted to, he couldn't summon any anger at her mental intrusion, and that thought disturbed him immensely.
“You...you...that was nasty!” Her face was purple from anger, her neck red from embarrassment. Quite an interesting look, he admitted to himself.
“Kagome, are you ill?” Rin asked in her sweet way. Seeing the child's concern for her eased some of the tension in her shoulders.
“Of course, Rin!” Mustering a smile, Kagome hugged the girl tightly. “Why don't you go gather us some wild onions and I'll see what I can make for breakfast?”
“Okay!” The girl dashed away. Sesshomaru glared at Kagome.
“Wild onions do not grow this time of year.”
“As far as she'd concerned they do.”
“You will bring her back here immediately. This Sesshomaru intends to reach the cave the witch spoke of today.”
“I was brought here to be her watcher, not some pervert inu's wet dream!” she hissed between clenched teeth. “Keep your dreams to yourself!”
“You were the one who entered this Sesshomaru's dream.” She shouldn't even have been able to do that.
“Well, no more sleeping for you!”
“Kagome! Kagome!” Rin's voice was coming closer. She stepped from a line of bushes, a smile lighting her face. She didn't have any onions, but following closely behind her … A flash of fire-rat red and white blurred her vision before she was crushed against an all-too-familiar solid chest. The scent of trees and wild musk filled her head. Tears came to her eyes as her heart faltered.
“Oh, no, Inuyasha.”
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