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The End In The Beginning	By : MindlessMina Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 7323 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Hello my lovelies!! Oh my gawd it’s truly been hell in a hand basket to get the time to post and edit my stories! But I hope that you all will enjoy this latest chapter and I am truly grateful for each and every review I receive and it also helps me to see things in a different angle. Great ideas too hehe. So please don’t forget to R&R for us writers starving for attention. Lol.
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Daybreak: a time when all of the remaining vestiges of night are chased away by the warm incandescent rays of light. When the unseen finally reveals itself to the world with all of its true workings. It is a time when a certain Daiyoukai usually takes a moment to appreciate the beauty of the lands and meditate to center his being. This one however found no such serenity. Instead it found Sesshomaru, Lord of the West and Inu no Taisho taking deep and calming breaths with his eyes screwed shut: his usual reserve was being breached by the sight that was uncovered by the morning light. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen the onna before he brought her here, no, for his night sight was almost as acute as his day sight. But even then there are some things that remain unseen until light can find them.
So it was as the morning rays of sunshine reached his camp and all that lay within it, he saw the true extent of damage the priestess had sustained. Throughout the night he had been generously applying his saliva to her open wounds so they were a healthy pink to show that healing was taking place, and soon not even a scar would remain. But that isn’t what incited his anger. While he was removing her sleeping yukata to check the wounds on her side, the light finally shone down upon their location and his eyes almost bled red. Her once pristine body was riddled in spots of blue and purple liberally in different sizes and severity. Her left hand and right knee were severely swollen indicating broken bones. Her torso was like one giant bruise that turned almost black on the right side and a deep purple on the left.
It disgusted him that someone of his blood could do such a treacherous and vile thing to such a loyal creature. Their own packs alpha female. There was absolutely no honor in such acts, and was below those of his bloodline, or should have been at least. Yes, the hanyo had much to answer for. Even more careful now he laved her wounds again, and wrapped her up within her yukata and bedroll. Then he went and sat against the trunk of a tree in his usual sitting position and tried calm his beast. It was a wonder why it was reacting so harshly to the woman’s injuries when he barely even knew her. Then he reasoned within himself that it was due to her status as pack even if it was distant pack, and he never fared well when a female was injured. Add that to the unique scent that was hers along with the taste of her powerful and delicious blood still lingering on his tongue, you got a very frazzled demon lord. He was so distracted trying to calm himself that when his pack showed signs of waking he didn’t notice.
Rin stirred softly, her body delaying the need to wake for as long as possible before she finally decided that rising was necessary. Her father liked them to rise early and leave so that they could gain the most out of the daylight hours. She didn’t mind in the least because she was very used to it by now. So without opening her eyes she stretched and sat up. Slowly cracking her eyes open she was greeted with a sight that she truly didn’t expect. There sitting against a tree was her lord father, and he was wound up tighter than she had ever had the misfortune to see. He looked extremely tense just sitting there and there was a visible tightness to his lips and frown marring his face. It was very rare for him to be in this state, and she wondered what could have happened to make him react this way. Just as she wondered that, a small whimper came from her right and she turned to look. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped at the sight that she met.
“Ka..Kagome? What happened to her my lord?” she whispered as she crawled over to her slowly and examined who she considered to be her older sister. Many times throughout the years her lord would let her seek out Kagome to help her with her womanly issues, or merely to give her a female to talk to. She saw the now thin pink lines and knew that Lord Sesshomaru had been attending to her, but just looking at the few bruises on her neck and face she couldn’t help but let a few tears flow. Who could do such a thing to Kagome? She was the kindest person on earth and wouldn’t hurt a thing unless she was forced to do so. Carefully she moved all of Kagome’s hair to the side she was sitting on and began to braid it, knowing that it would be bothersome to keep it loose. After finishing her self-appointed task, Rin stood and went to sit beside Sesshomaru. Knowing that he was still trying to get himself under control at the moment she waited patiently for him to answer her question. He always did.
Sensing his pup sitting near him, his beast calmed considerably and Sesshomaru’s mind registered that she had asked him a question. Opening his eyes, he looked across the clearing at Kagome and noticed that Rin braided the miko’s hair. He knew that they had become close ever since he had began to allow her to take short visits to Edo to be with her kind, but namely with Kagome. He also saw that Jaken had also woken up and within moments his screeching voice would likely cause the sleeping priestess to wake up. Giving him a warning glare before the words even escaped the gami’s mouth, he said, “Silence, Jaken.” When the goad gulped nodded vigorously he turned his gaze upon the questioning eyes of the young lady at this side.
“She was attacked by this Sesshomaru’s half-brother and left to die. She heals now.” he said to Rin.
“Why would he do such a thing Lord Sesshomaru? He promised to mate her, not to hurt her. I was there. I remember… she was so happy afterward.” she said quietly trying to understand what would cause Inuyasha of all people to hurt Kagome.
“This One doesn’t know at this time. When she awakens, this Sesshomaru will receive answers.”
“Yes milord.”
Rin rose from her spot near the Daiyoukai to begin her morning routine, but not before kneeling next to the fallen priestess and placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. Walking to the river, she tried to remember everything that Kagome had taught her on healing and how to help an injured person. She never had the chance to use her knowledge with her Lord never being injured and all but she was certain that she could use what she did know and help Kagome get better faster. Besides, she also remembered that inside her backpack there were all sorts of things that were used for healing, and Lord Sesshomaru had managed to bring that bag there as well. After relieving herself she took off her outer kimono revealing that her sleeveless white inner kimono. She sat at the edge of the river and began to wash her face, neck and arms while running this morning’s events through her head.
She was just about done when a thought occurred to her. How did Lord Sesshomaru even find her? Was he drawn in by the scent of her blood? She knew that inu youkai had very sensitive noses, but he usually ignored most smells of blood and battle. And when he’d found her, why did he not just drop her off with her pack? Not that she minded her being there or anything, but it would have been the most practical thing to do seeing as they knew best how to care for her. He was very upset this morning, more than she had seen him in a long time, so he must have been extremely bothered by Kagome’s situation in some way. Then she thought about the almost healed scars on Kagome’s face.
‘For them to have looked that close to healing he had to of…no…would he? Well apparently yes, but why? That’s something very personal to inu, or at least that’s what I’ve been told by my instructors and it’s why he’s only done it a handful of times. Even then it was only to me when I was little…wait a minute…OH KAMI DOES HE LIKE HER!? HOLY MOTHER OF MIDORIKO THIS COULD BE IT! The Kami’s must have heard my prayers last night! That has to be it, because there is no other way to explain the unexpectedness of this whole mess! He has to like her, or his beast would of just let her die. But maybe, just maybe, he is curious enough to begin leaning about her, and if he does there’s no way even he could withstand her charm!
Had anyone else been on the riverbank watching the wheels turning within the mind of this young woman, they would have stepped back in fear. Because the evil grin she was sporting could have given her Lord a run for his money. She decided then and there that Inuyasha no longer deserved to have Kagome, and that come hell or high water, she was not going to waste this opportunity of playing matchmaker between the priestess and the beast. Rubbing her palms together she chuckled and took the long way back, thinking of all the things she could do to accomplish her mission. The poor unsuspecting Daiyoukai had no idea just what was in store for him.
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It was just past midday when a small group of travelers decided to take a reluctant rest. The small tachi consisted of a once cursed monk, a deadly demon slayer with her demon companion, and a practically mature kitsune. They walked all morning to the west in hopes of finding their lost comrade. The morning hours came and went, and they all paid it no mind because their friend was worth it hundreds of times over. They were still focused on their journey when Shippo suddenly faltered in his steps and gripped his head with a yelp of intense pain. Shippo was beginning to shift once more, they realized and quickly Sango and Miroku set up a small temporary camp for them to wait in. A small fire was built and Miroku helped the kit onto his bedroll, but roughly two hours later he was still curled up in a ball in pain and the monk began to get worried.
“Sango, my love, as far as I know a kitsune’s shifting always takes place during sleep. Why is it that Shippo is growing at this time?” asked Miroku.
“The only thing I can think of is all of the stress that he’s been feeling because of what happened. Usually his growth as a demon is done by his slowly awakening instincts; instincts that are already going wild with the need to rescue his pack mate and mother figure. So I’m guessing that his body is also trying to speed up the growing process in an effort to have a better chance at saving her. And I would say by the looks of things, that by the time this shift is over his growth will be complete.” the demon slayer said as she looked sympathetically over at their whimpering friend.
Shippo couldn’t believe how much he hurt. He couldn’t even voice how much pain he was in because all he could get out were pathetic little whines and grunts. He could feel everything that was happening to him. Every muscle that stretched, and every bone that grew. Hell he even felt his hair growing! It was too much, but all he could do is remain in the fetal position and rock his-self to try to ease the pain. Though he was distracted by his shift, he could still hear what Sango and Miroku were talking about and had to say that he completely agreed with her conclusion. Usually this is supposed to happen throughout at least four days or a week at the most, but a few hours?! It was unheard of! Yet, he knew that is exactly what was going on and decided that the pain would be worth it if it gave him a better chance at finding Kagome.
Then, four hours after it began, the pain began to recede slowly. His shaking stopped and the feeling of tearing and rebuilding muscle died away into a dull soreness one can acquire after long days of hard labor. When all of the soreness wore off, he groaned and lifted his head to see what Sango and Miroku were doing. He was stunned when he saw that they were actually staring right at him, mouths open and gaping like fish. Lifting an eyebrow he slowly sat up afraid that any fast movements would somehow trigger left over pain. After staring at them for a few moments waiting on them to speak, Shippo decided to take the initiative and figure out what their problem was.
“Everything ok?” he said, but soon realized that his voice, well, didn’t sound much like his voice at all. It didn’t have the adolescent pitch any longer, but his voice was a bit deeper than Miroku’s but not as deep as Lord Sesshomaru’s. It was not so bad if he were to say so himself.
Sango, barely managing to shake herself out of her stupor, she elbowed Miroku in the ribs to help get him out of shock as well. They had left their almost grown kitsune on that futon, but rising from it was a fully-grown fox demon and they were still slightly in shock. They understood what had happened but it seemed that they weren’t quite prepared for the results of such a change.
Shippo’s once rough and unruly mane became smooth silken waves that cascaded down to his lower back. His eyes were still large, but they became more slanted, his jaw line filled out as well ridding him of every vestiges of boyishness. If that didn’t prove that he was all man now, then very visible change in physique did. His chest broadened and arms were covered in muscle. Even his legs changed from fox-like to humanoid and his tail was longer and lost its bushiness. Then of course he also grew taller and could safely say that he was taller than both Inuyasha and Miroku, putting him at about 6ft tall.
When he was finally standing at his full height, he began to crack and stretched his poor abused body and quickly found out that all of those aches were gone almost as soon as they started. Sure it hurt like a mother, but it was almost worth it with the way he turned out…almost. Grinning to himself after giving his-self a once over he looked at Sango and Miroku to get an approval. Seeing his expecting gaze, the monk chuckled and gave a nod of approval. Sango laughed heartily at the gleeful expression on Shippo’s face.
“Oh Shippo, I think we are really going to be in trouble with you! I should sharpen Hiraikotsu now while I have the chance cause it looks like my earlier predictions have come to fruition!” Sango said making the kitsune blush adorably and Miroku laugh as well.
“I must say my friend that you have matured finely. You will make the perfect wingman.” Miroku said making good reference to what Kagome once told him of perverts in her era who travel in packs. Sango understood the reference and landed a harsh blow to the back of his head.
“You will not taint him you hentai! He still has his honor intact and that’s more that what I could EVER say about you!”
“Sango, you wound me. I was merely suggesting that…”
“Oh I KNOW what you were suggesting! Now can it or so help me…” she said leaving her threat opening and hanging. Knowing that it was safer to keep his perverted thoughts to himself, Miroku only smiled sheepishly at Sango, but still sent an impish wink towards Shippo.
“Guys, thanks really. I just hope that this will make me stronger, so I can save mama. Err, should I say mother now that I’m all grown up?”
Chuckling, Sango said, “Call her whatever you want Ship. I don’t think she will mind either one.”
“Alright. Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving right now. Is it ok if I go hunt? We’re already camped anyways and it’s getting too late to travel safely.”
“That’s a good idea Shippo. We should depart at once.” Miroku said rising getting ready to leave with Shippo for the hunt.
“Um, actually would it be ok if I went alone? Sorry…it’s just…well…”
“You don’t have to explain, it’s fine, we understand. But please take Kirara with you. If Kagome knew that we let you go off on your own so soon after your shift she would have our hides.” the slayer said with an understanding smile.
“Right. Kirara,” the new and improved kitsune called over his shoulder with a fanged grin, “let’s hunt.”
With a meow Kirara jumped off of her perch on Sango’s shoulder and transformed into her larger form. Then they both bolted out of the clearing faster than their human companions eyes could make out. They both knew and understood their friends’ reluctance to share his hunting at this time. It was probable that he now had a more animalistic craving for fresh meat in its rarest form. He was probably a little embarrassed by it but in time they knew that he would come around.
Suddenly Sango realized what she had just condemned herself to: alone time with the hentai she was engaged to. And when she slowly turned her head to look at said monk, the gleam in his eyes told her that he realized their situation as well. Mentally laughing at her nervousness he slowly shifted towards her and turned so that his torso was facing her. It was such fun teasing her so! Though now it was more than just teasing, this was after all going to be his wife very soon, and he knew that as shy as she was a little wooing was in order. He finally had his chance to prove that he was more than the pervert that he showed to the world, and he had to make sure that she was as anxious for their marriage as he was. With all that being said, he came to the conclusion that seduction was in order.
“Sango, my love, why do you fear me so? Are you perchance rethinking our nuptials?”
Her face whipped around to stare into his face and saw that there was slight worry etched into his features. Shaking her head a blush began to form on her cheeks.
“N-no, of course not. I’m just not used to being alone with…with you.” she managed to choke out and then quickly averted her eyes to the ground like it was bursting with interest.
He gave a small smile at her admission and with his once cursed hand he grasped her chin gently and made her face him once again. He knew that he also had to be delicate with her. Most of the time during their long travels together he was constantly ruining himself by his wandering hand and lecherous ways. They had almost caused him to lose her on several occasions but thankfully he hadn’t. Kami he loved this woman, and by all his might he was going to show her the respect that he was too much of an ingrate to show her before. She deserved it and so much more.
“Well, I promise to behave myself koi. I will not bite.” he said as he leaned into her slowly until their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss. It was filled with love and admiration and above all else devotion. As he pulled away, her eyes remained closed and he laid a sweet butterfly kiss on each lid before standing. Realizing that she was still sitting with her eyes closed, Sango rapidly blinked and opened her eyes to find that the monk was staring at her with a small smirk of satisfaction. She blushed prettily again and got up as well.
“I, uh, should go and get some buckets of water for…tea. I’ll return shortly.” she said.
“I should look for more kindling for the fire. If we’re going to make camp already then I have to gather quite the amount to last us through the night.” He said as he walked up behind her. Then holding her from behind, he gave her a gentle hug and whispered into her ear, “I shall eagerly await your return koi.” Giving Miroku a shy smile over her shoulder she made her way to the nearby brook, a blushing smile on her face the whole way.
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