InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Travling Upstream ❯ Cursed and Laced ( Chapter 1 )

8.19.03

Disclaimer: If I were rich I'd buy rights to Inuyasha - but I'm not and I can't. So I can't take credit for creating these characters, I merely rearrange them to do the things I think with be interesting. Got it? So no suing.

Chapter One.Cursed

An old peddler traveled through the Western lands for a brief time, his life seemingly at its end, he looked old enough to be the walking dead. He fumbled across the land, walking stick in hand, rune sack thrown across his back. His rags suited his appearance well and they coincided with his filthyness. Smelling the human's sent not off far off he wanted to through off some tension, while exterminating one that did not belong on his lands

Sesshoumaru was appalled. A distasteful frown flitted across his thin lips as he approached the peddler. He brought up his youkai whip, and in a graceful gesture he sliced the man across his chest. This fatal wound woke his instantly, his eyes widening in shock and dismay, but shifted to smooth calm.

What is wrong with this human? He is brushing with death and welcoming it.

The old man dry cracked lips whispered a few tender words before he departed, his eyes were quickly clouding with the vice like grip of death, his voice shuddered as he spoke them,

"So we meet Lorena, my wife, my beloved. Now life isn't separating us any longer." With that he died simply. And no one cared. Except for one angered youkai.

Love. A mere illusion brought on by false feelings. This Sesshoumaru will never linger on that emotion.

In the corner of Sesshoumaru's eye he swore he saw his father frowning in his direction. This being impossible for he died hundreds of years in the past. And around five years ago he had walked across his bones. When he turned to look he found nothing there, but another tree, its leaves shaking in a warm breeze. But he did however he clearly in his mind the voice of his father, and he was not pleased.

My body no longer walks this world my son. But I still have some power here that can change your mind. In less then a fortnight you will be forced to love, to touch, to live. And this experience with change you forever. Mark my words. Forever.

As the voice said two weeks passed and this is what came to be..

Shikon Shards were few and far between these days. With Naraku missing all they could do was sit and wait for rumors to drift by. So the group came back for InuYasha's Forest for a visit and so Kagome could see her family. They had arrived a couple days ago and Kagome had returned on time. But the setting sun made indecent traveling conditions and everyone was more or less tired. So when the group slept Kagome snuck off to the hot springs for a bath. InuYasha had been a nescience and had seemed to be irked by her presence today. He must have been thinking about Kikiyo again. All the days emotions had wound up into a tight ball, and prevented her rest.

The warm waters were easy to adjust to here, the spring was perfect. So she settled down on a smooth rock resting on the bottom of the pool. And ideal place to sit while you had a good soak.

Some times I feel out of place here. Everyone seems to float downstream, going with the pace. But here I do not belong; I take the hard road, and travel upstream. That's a good way to describe my feelings for InuYasha, they seem right but he's traveling the wrong way, and I cannot follow him. Maybe this peace I feel in myself is me falling out of love with him. Maybe I'm free.

Dark tresses were drenched as she laid her head back. Her azure eyes were tilted towards the stars and her mind could care less right now in Miroku were peaking.

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"Gahh!" He moaned once again. He was in need at this moment; call it a youkai heat if you will. The Lord the Western lands had been following InuYasha and group, hoping they would stumble upon Naraku's whereabouts. He had taken no head to his father's warning. And now was lusting after human flesh. He was near InuYasha's wench at the moment. Her sent traveled through his nostrils like streams of smoke. He was entangled in her spell.

Covering his aura he approached his prey, entering the springs oppisite to her, his clothes thrown on the bank. He waded to her stopping as she lifted her head, her eyes locked with his.

"Sesshoumaru?" She breathed. Her fear was laid to rest over shock for the youkai stood before her with not a stitch on his, and he was fully aroused.

Why is he here? Oh my! This can't be good.

A small smile curved up his face as he used his youkai speed to tackle her, but he was careful to not harm her.

"Your sent is alluring, Kagome. And in my state I could not resist." Her eyes widened still. She didn't say anything so him instead nodded quickly as he pressed against her.

If I scream he could kill me. If I refuse he'll do it anyway. Besides - I need to move on.

His heated mouth instantly clung to hers, nipping, licking, forcing entrance. His tongue swirled around hers, yet it surprised his wren she returned the favor. He moved down lower, placing hurried kisses down her throat and to her collarbone. His silver locks circled around her some sticking to her damp back as others brushed up against her skin.

It was then foreplay for him was over - what he need already awaited him, and her legs were open. Not waiting for another invitation he entered her swiftly awaiting for her to relax around him. His strong arms wrapping around her and steadied her. But as moments fluttered by he soon was rocking up against her, his pace quickening with every stroke. Passion filled eyes gazed into each other, his forehead on hers as he worked and she bucked. Her small hands grabbed his butt in a heated moment. Kagome came a couple times before he spilled inside her, and as swiftly as he entered, his sharp fangs dug into the soft skin at the base of her neck, causing her to gasp at the sudden pang of pain. After his deed was done he withdrew him self from her.

She collapsed without his embrace; the mortal was in a state of bliss and exhaustion. He smirked, it was her first time. And he had stolen something worth more then his Fathers fang. Turning away from her he waded to the bank putting on his clothes with speed and perfection. His desire was satiated, yet he didn't feel disgusted with himself. A piece of him craved more - but he had things to attend to. Rin for one awaited his at his palace, and he had promised his arrival this morning.

"Until we meet again, Miko.

A fine mist encircled Sesshoumaru and in a heartbeat he went to the skies. His shape almost like a star for a couple of moments against the sky. And then he was gone.

Reaching up a hand to her neck she felt the deep fang marks that were bleeding small droplets of blood. It would scar - it was meant to. The funny thing was it was already healing. She could almost feel it.

Kagome dressed once again alone, her tension released. She made her way back to camp, with no story she intended to tell just yet. All she wanted was to sleep.

I know I'm rushing a bit - but here is so much to tell. Just remember neither are in love yet, just had a night cap. The marking with come in next chapter.

Till then - I recommend anything by Striking Falcon. To bear Witness is my favorite.