Challenges, Drabbles, & Oneshots by r0o by sugar0o who lurks
Maybe In the Next Life Time - dark/thoughtful
P2 of How Dare She?!...
Maybe in the Next Life Time......................................................For Dany's Challenge: Torture...rated: T
Nearly five hundred years had passed and not a day had gone by when he didn’t think of the miko, her name nearly forgotten to himself, the small details like her eye color, and the shape of her being nearly gone as well, not to mention her voice. But her scent remained, and it was enough to anchor the memory of her in his being, the one night he’d had with her was locked within him just as steady as was his seemingly dying beast. It was a twisted, yet beautiful and morbidly dark memory, one that more times then he wanted to think about, he wanted to change.
He’d stayed in his homeland well into world war one, and left during world war two, not returning for a very long time. The destruction of his once beautiful Western lands was taken hard, and yet he’d had harder losses. His brother was now ancient looking, the seven hundred year old looked like he was sixty five, and often now, Sesshomaru posed as his brothers grandson while they traveled. His first sister-n-law long dead, he hadn’t really understood what the whelp had wanted in going back to Japan until he saw her. Her next life time had come, and now he was different now he was not the same man he’d been.
They both watched as the pair of them, the miko and her younger hanyou went back and forth, arguing, and fighting, making eyes at one another. His brother cried knowing he could not change the past, or what was going to happen to her. Having made up with his younger brother as the times changed, did not mean that Sesshomaru had given up one of his darkest secrets. Inuyasha still knew nothing of Kagome’s murderer, and he would keep that secret until the hanyou died. And died he did. Though their fathers great blood was amazing, his brother’s human blood from his mother had finally conquered the body it flowed within, shortly after the well had closed for the first time, Inuyasha died.
Sesshomaru continued to watch her, and knew soon she would be at her end, the well would once again open and she would meet the monster from their past. He was left with a choice, he was at a crossroads, change the past and possible the future, or let it run its coarse. He knew though he would do one thing. Waiting until he knew he could wait no longer, he stolen into the miko’s room, the night before her graduation, the night before she would go back to the past, back to the hellish future that awaited her. He didn’t have to wake her, her powers still intact she woke herself. It was easy to remember why he’d wanted her, and even now he fought himself to go to her.
She sat up in her bed, pulling her sheets above the beasts that he remembered being tugged into his awaiting lips, he shuddered as it his memory of that night came back to him. Kagome though was in a mix of emotions, here before her was something from the past, something that she’d given up three years before. He sat at her desk chair, the lights off, but it was easy to see his silken tress glow in the light from her window. Her breathing was erratic, and she didn’t know if she should be scared or if this was a dream. The scents she gave off awake the predator in him, long ago silenced, was his beast and yet this slip of a female made him feel more alive then he’d felt in a long time.
Deciding to finally speak, “You go back.” was the quiet whisper of his baritone. Amazed as the scent of her fear washed away with the scent of her joy. He watched her ass he blushed prettily and couldn’t help but long to kiss those cheeks and feel that heat upon his lips. Still she managed to torture him, he realized all too late. Kagome though fidgeted under his gaze, her unbound breasts hidden under a thin summer night gown, unknowingly giving the dai a fantastic view of her hardening buds. He didn’t know what to say or what to do. He knew he could not change the past, and yet he couldn’t let her go, he still wanted her, and though the need to kill her was gone, the need for her still burned bright.
He opened his mouth a few times and yet could not seem to find the right way to even begin, how does one ask for one night before the other leaves never to return. She seemed to understand something as she looked at her lap removing her messed fallen hair from her face. “Um, Is there a reason you came other then to tell me that?” she asked. He could smell hope blossoming in her scent, and it brought wonder to his mind. All those years ago it had been his name she brought pleasure to herself with, and yet her arousal nearly spiked as his eyes locked with her own. Could it be that even now, she wanted him? It couldn’t be. Could it? He had to know.
“You desire me.” he stated more then asked, and got a pretty blush and her scent spiking in return.
Standing the dai slipped his shoes off, along with his socks, and unbuckled his belt, his pants fell fast, his shirt coming off as well, and Kagome did nothing to stop him, her heady scent drenching the room in its heavy perfume. Hot lips met her neck, and she moaned out, feeling as he placed a barrier around the room, he gently worked her up until she was ready to explode. Standing he got a condom from his wallet, and made sure that when she went back she wouldn’t smell like him. He made tender love to her, and wanted nothing more then to keep her. And yet he knew he could not. He kept her awake through most of the night only stopping when he no longer had protection to use which was two spicy bouts later.
In the morning Kagome awake alone, with nothing to show that the dai had ever been there except for the extreme soreness between her legs, and the promise she remembered him leaving her with as she drifted off to sleep, with a gentle kiss of her brown, “I’ll still wait for the next life time. The next time you’ll be mine.” Smiling a bit, knowing that she might had wanted him hew knew he was meant for another, the miko gingerly got up.
Kagome showered and got ready for her big day, happy that she’d finally had him, that her fantasy had come true and it had been better then she could have ever hoped for, and still she was going back, she was excited. Still thought she was not aware that her days were truly numbered. She scrubbed her skin, not raw but good and pink, and went down to get breakfast, eventually leaving the shrine in her school uniform, headed off to graduation. She never noticed the dai in the branches of Goshinboku. He watched her leave and left while she was gone. He knew this new memory would keep him until he met her again, after all, she was the hanyou’s in two life times, it was in all fairness his turn.
He had new memories to store with the old, beautiful pale blue grey eyes that he’d seen glazed over with lust and desire for only himself, and yet more, the sweet scent of her all over himself. He smirked knowing that even though he loved baths he wouldn’t be bathing until the scent was faded from him completely. Leave the area he was off to meet his son, and his own grand-pup, a sad smile on his face, knowing his own pup would look like the one he wanted, even if she wasn’t his mother. He marveled at his own insanity to surround himself with her likeness, when he knew it’d be another fifty years at least before he could have her again. If reincarnation spoke correctly then because she’d died in the past she’d come back once more soon. Fifty years wasn’t nearly so bad as five hundred. Perhaps this torture wouldn’t be so bad as the last.