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Any Way The Wind Blows	By : Jinxy Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagura > Sessh?maru/Kagura Views: 3609 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Last editededed 3/7/10. :)
Chapter 4
Kagura stood on the riverbank, sick rising from her stomach. The back of her throat burned at the taste of bile, the cause of her uneasiness and nausea closing in on her now, a dark presence approaching from behind. She turned.
She was on the verge of a full-on retch at the sight of Naraku's signature derisive grin, that urge growing stronger as the blood-spattered pelt clutched in his hand drew her widening stare. Sesshoumaru's mokomoko. It no sooner registered when he whipped the fur's prehensile end around her neck, laughing as he pulled her to him, grabbing her by the throat with his other hand. He lifted her high above his head, plunging one of his foul gray appendages into her chest, much like he did before on that very riverbank. Only, this time, he definitely penetrated.
"Unh," she groaned. It tore through her, crushing ribs and ripping at organs, bursting from her back in an explosion of blood and tissue.And now she was retching, blood spewing from between her lips, everything suddenly feeling cold… so cold…
Sesshoumaru sat perched on a boulder equidistant between the fire and the edge of camp. Distress—strained moaning and whimpers—resonated in his sharp ears from the direction of his sleeping companions. He looked back over his shoulder to find Kagura had drifted from fireside, the scent of sweat on her skin even as she shivered. He quietly stood from his lookout and padded his way to where she lay on her side, her figure somewhat crumpled, dark hair flowing from her ponytailed head like a shining river of blackness, fanning as it reached further behind her on the grass, loose from its usually tightly wound configuration.
"Sesshou…maru." She jerked and whined, apparently in the grip of some awful nightmare. Her back to him, he sat down beside her, the wind user waking with a gasp as he draped the mokomoko over her trembling figure, turning over with eyes wide.
"Sesshoumaru," she repeated, wakeful and less frantic this time, though not by much for either. "What are you doing?"
"You were cold," he answered simply, his expression unusually soft as he adjusted the mokomoko around her.
"Sesshoumaru." She struggled to sit up, her stomach seeming to grow more cumbersome even as she slept, gathering the pelt around her like a shawl. "Forgive me, I have something to confess."
His brows knit at her as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, waiting for what it was she had to say.
"I had a feeling before you left I might be pregnant. It wasn't until after you were gone I knew for sure but, still, I feel I should have said something. I just didn't think there was any cause to raise alarm if it was nothing and… well, of course you know the rest. In any case, I can't help but feel that whole incident on the riverbank could have been avoided if I had only spoken up… maybe, knowing what I know now, you would have stayed, and Naraku…"
"Kagura." His hand was at her shoulder now, eyes briefly watching it as if astounded by his own action, gold gently reconnecting with crimson. "Regret is the most useless emotion of all."
"And here I thought this human heart was where my education on emotions resides," she laughed, lying back. She lifted her head as she settled down, face scrunched at the place she now scratched on her chest. "Damn bugs. This never used to happen when I was youkai."
Sesshoumaru smiled faintly, reclining beside her, his arm curled beneath his head. "Scratching will only make it worse."
Kagura dropped her head back with a smirk, her hand falling to her side. Somehow she didn't mind his gentle scolding, only wondered if he realized how very telling such a thing was. Of his concern for her, his need. "Will you stay with me a while?" She had a need of her own, for him.
"If you like."
The mokomoko flattened around her, allowing her to bundle herself within its soft warmth. But still, she was lonely, her body almost seeming to ache for his embrace. She lay there a while next to him, thinking, trying to muster the courage to ask him for what she wanted, for what she needed so desperately. "Sesshoumaru."
"Yes, Kagura," he answered sleepily. "Something else you need?"
Well, while he was asking… "Would you… hold me? Just until I fall asleep?" The question no sooner left her lips when she felt the mokomoko pull away from her, making room for him to slip his arm around her, enveloping them both in its benevolent fluff. She snuggled close, burying her head in his chest and breathing him in, the scent of the outdoors thick on his skin. He allowed his head to rest against hers, lips pressed by default to the top of her head.
Kagura drifted in and out, sleep pulling at her but unable to steal her away. She wouldn't allow it to take her, not completely; not when she finally had what she wanted, not just yet, anyway. Besides, there was a question still gnawing at her. "I have to ask: when did you first come to think there may still be youkai in me after all?"
"That first day." A tingle went through her as she felt his lips brush her fringe. "On the hill."
"Why didn't you say anything then?"
"I didn't want to raise any alarm were there no cause for it."
"Heh," she tittered, "Point taken. But, seriously." She shifted against him, hand absently stroking what remained of his left arm through the sleeve of his juban. "Why?"
"I was not certain until I had occasion to smell your blood, an event I intend to keep from repeating, until, of course, at such a time as when our child is born."
"I suppose it was something I should have eventually come to on my own," she mused. "I've certainly had plenty of time to think about it. But, then again, I have had quite a lot on my mind what with my powers gone and the sudden rush of emotions-"
"And the baby."
"Yes," she smiled tenderly. "That too, which, speaking of, should be here within the next moon at the rate it is developing." At this, she felt his arm tighten around her a little, her smile broadening through burgeoning tears. Here we go again, she thought. "Sesshoumaru?"
"Hm?" he sighed through his nose, his breath warm against her hair.
"Thank you." She raised her face to his, a single tear glinting down her cheek. "For everything."
Gilded eyes stared warmly into hers, Sesshoumaru lifting his hand from her side—a hand that had cut many an adversary down with poison claws—brushing the tear from her cheek with a gentle thumb. "You're welcome."
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