A Miko's Pet by SunsetMiko
Heartless
An important note about Chronicles of the Moldy.
I am continuing this story, but because of where the plotline has decided to go it will be continued under a new title, A Miko’s Pet.
I’m doing this because the story has morphed from playful comedy and smut to something darker and less comedic and I just don’t think it’s appropriate to change flow partway on my readers.
A Miko’s Pet will be dark, angsty, and rather kinky if things continue as planned, so be warned. Of course I’ve never really done dark before, so who knows how it’ll come out. You have been warned, so continue reading at your own risk.
This chapter was written for Skye's Bi-Weekly Challenges on Dokuga. The prompt: Heartless
Chapter 5 - Heartless
He couldn’t understand how a day that had started with such promise could go so wrong so fast. Waking up with her in his bed, in his arms, with her head of beautiful, messy black hair resting peacefully on his chest; he couldn’t have asked for a better way to greet the new day. Sure, there were a few bumps, mostly caused by her infuriating desire to tease the hell out of him, but it wasn’t long before a lifetime’s worth of fantasies were coming true right before his eyes.
What could he possibly have done so terribly wrong in his life that had earned him this screeching turnaround? By the time his father and Inuyasha arrived on the scene, Sesshoumaru not only wished he hadn’t gotten out of bed that morning, but that he hadn’t woken up at all. What had easily started as the best day of his life turned on a dime to become the worst, most stressfully painful nightmare possible, and one that, it seemed, he would never escape from.
Every time he closed his eyes his mind was so kind as to recall what had to be the most psychologically traumatic events of his entire life. With a pathetic groan, the taiyoukai rolled over in bed, struggling momentarily with the sheets tangled around his legs before giving up, and pulling a pillow over his face. He couldn’t handle seeing it again. His groan turned into a frustrated growl as his brain flicked the switch, and started his nightmare from the top one more time.
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It hadn’t taken long before Inuyasha and their father agreed that there was nothing they could do for her on their own. None of them could get near her, though Inuyasha could get closer than the others could, without receiving a painful charge of what was undeniably miko energy. How Kagome had managed to form such a barrier was absolutely baffling. They had known her for more than half of her life, and never once had any demon detected even the slightest bit of holy powers from her in all those years. How could they have missed something so strong, so powerful, and as blatantly obvious as it was now? It just didn’t make sense.
The three confused and concerned males decided that contacting her family was the only real option. They would have to know something about the powers it seemed she suddenly had. Maybe they would know how to fix it, or turn it off, or at the very least give some indication of what the hell happened to her! The whole time they waited Sesshoumaru paced the downstairs hall, wracking his brain for some possible explanation. How could he have known her for so long, have been so close to her, lived with her, and even made love to her, and not have noticed that she was a miko?
For a moment he mentally scoffed.
‘Made love to… Maybe next time. This… Kami, if she wasn’t mysteriously unconscious minutes afterward I would think this was the best fuck of my entire life. Hell, it still might be. Kagome, you certainly know a thing or two about building up anticipation; don’t you, my mischievous minx of apparently a miko?’
The small grin that had formed without permission while he was lost in thought was gone with the blink of an eye, his sensitive ears picking up a car arriving outside. He took a moment to look himself over, less than impressed by his wardrobe choice, but even less interested. Now wasn’t the time to try, and get in good with her family. Sesshoumaru was fairly certain that he was about to do the exact opposite.
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“Pops, can you talk to the old coot for a minute? I wanna talk to Mrs. Higurashi without him first.” The taiyoukai nodded to his son before they both headed out the front door, expertly separating the two while Sesshoumaru watched nervously, wishing he could hear, and understand, both conversations at once. He decided that Inuyasha’s was likely more important, and seconds later he found he was right.
When Inuyasha had spoken to Kagome’s mother over the phone, he had given her a very brief description of what had occurred; assuring her that Kagome seemed to be in no danger. Inuyasha felt it necessary to give the woman who treated him like her own son a heads up. He didn’t want her to be shocked when she arrived, or draw the wrong conclusions, but he did expect there to be a longer and more thorough explanation once things were a bit clearer, and they were sure Kagome really was all right.
“Mrs. Higur… Sorry, I know you said for me to... Ayako, I wanted to tell you before you go up there… Kagome isn’t dressed. She passed out not long after her and my brother,” the hanyou paused nervously; his cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment. “…after Kagome and Sesshoumaru were… together… uuh, after they… had sex,” he spat out, cringing in anticipation of the explosion. When no screaming came, he peeked open an eye. “And since none of us can get near her, well, I thought you might want to cover her up or something before the old man goes up there, and blows a gasket.”
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Kagome’s mother did a good job holding her composure, nodding, and slipping upstairs quietly to see to her unconscious daughter. Her thoughts were running in circles, and she didn’t know if she wanted to yell and scream, or break down and cry. She had been so sure they had fixed their problem for good, and that this could never happen, but apparently, judging by the barrier at least, she and her family had failed miserably. Failure wasn’t something she was incapable of dealing with, but this failure would impact every aspect of Kagome’s life. Whatever it was that had gone wrong, wherever the mistake occurred, Ayako had failed her only daughter, something unacceptable, and unfathomable in her mind.
Tears filled her eyes as she opened the bedroom door, and tried to take it all in. Kagome was laid out carefully over rumpled blankets, a pinkish light visibly shimmering around her. There was no questioning, or mistaking it. Their carefully planned measures that were supposed to last a lifetime had somehow crumbled, setting free a tidal wave of holy power the likes of which the world hadn’t known for centuries.
The entire room was in disarray, as if wild dogs had been set loose. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed the shredded remains of a tank top and panties, which she knew Kagome preferred sleeping in, and a few drops of blood visible on the comforter.
‘Wild dogs,’ Ayako thought cynically. ‘Wild dog demon, more like it.’
Deciding that her daughter needed her more at the moment than she needed answers, she carefully dressed Kagome’s limp, lifeless body in loose, lounging clothes, her suspicions only growing when she saw the partially healed bite on her baby girl’s throat. A light of understanding dawned in her eyes as a possibility occurred to her. No matter how carefully, and thoroughly bound they were, Kagome’s powers would fight to protect her however they could. Maybe she had needed their protection.
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Things were tense when she came back downstairs, and few words were exchanged before Kagome was carefully carried to the waiting car in her mother’s arms, her grandfather following with a small overnight bag. Few words were needed to convey Ayako’s suspicions of what had happened to her daughter loud and clear. Her tone and body language were more than enough. Plans were made for the three inu to join them at the shrine in an hour to share information in the hopes of figuring out what had occurred and why, and if the information could be used to help Kagome.
When the car was finally out of sight, Sesshoumaru nearly crumbled to the ground, barely catching himself to sit on the threshold. “I knew it. I knew they would assume it was somehow my fault, that I’d done something horrible to her. I didn’t even get a chance to explain things.”
“I can’t believe… she should fucking know better!” Inuyasha snarled in frustration.
“No, my sons, I’m sure Mrs. Higurashi wasn’t thinking that at all. She’s just worried. Everything will be fine. We’ll explain what happened, and figure this all out. Things will be fine. I promise.” Toshimaru wished he could manage to sound more convincing, and supportive, but his voice betrayed his worried thoughts. He knew Sesshoumaru would never hurt Kagome, Inuyasha knew Sesshoumaru would never… even Kagome knew Sesshoumaru would never hurt her, but from her tone, and mannerisms, he wasn’t so sure Kagome’s mother was of the same mind. In fact, he was confident that she believed the exact opposite. The discussion to come was not going to be an easy one.
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With Kagome safely transported to the shrine, it was time to figure out what had occurred, why she passed out so suddenly, and how she was able to form a barrier. The inu family members discovered the hard way when they arrived at the prearranged time that no one of demon descent could even set foot on the shrine once she entered the grounds, so everyone involved had agreed to meet at the Nagano family home while the unconscious girl in question was under the care and watchful eye of a family friend.
They were finally all gathered together in the elder taiyoukai’s study, and everyone’s suspicious, questioning eyes were on Sesshoumaru. He knew they blamed him, and neither Mrs. Higurashi nor her father-in-law made any efforts to hide it. There were several minutes of tense silence before Toshimaru cleared his throat, capturing the attention of everyone present.
“Sesshoumaru, I think what we need most is to know exactly what happened before Kagome lost consciousness, everything. The smallest of details could be the key to figuring this out, and finding a way to fix it. I know it is personal, and that this will be difficult for you, son, but there is no alternative.”
If it had been anyone else in the same situation, he might have found some humor in it, but being the demon in the hot seat really cut down on the amusement factor. How could he recount second by second, kiss by kiss, thrust by thrust, the events that led up to Kagome’s loss of consciousness? And in front of her family?
It was horrible, a million times worse than he could have anticipated. It was nearly impossible to explain how he entered her room, and basically attacked her without giving her a second to say no, without come off sounding like a rapist. Yes, he had been aggressive, but she had been teasing and tormenting him for days and her playful touch was more than he could take. She was asking, no, begging, for it, and if she hadn’t wanted it she could have stopped him. He would never have forced himself on her, but what he said, and what the others heard… he knew exactly what they were thinking at that moment. When he mentioned seeing the tears in her eyes; the anger and disgust was thick in the air, and he pressed forward, eager to get the whole ordeal over with, and get out of there.
He told them she had asked, ‘What took you so long?’, but Sesshoumaru knew they didn’t believe him. Inuyasha did, and his father seemed to accept it as well, but her mother and grandfather were a very different story. They studied him as they listened with thinly veiled emotions, and it was clear what they thought of him. He was nothing but a heartless monster that had done horrible things to their Kagome.
The look on her mother’s face as he detailed what happened next, what her innocent little girl did to him; it was obvious she didn’t want to believe it. Despite his best efforts, just thinking about how she looked at him, that hunger in her eyes, brought a rush of blood to the one area of his body that didn’t need it, and the demon shifted in his seat in an attempt to hide his inappropriate erection. He really didn’t need them to notice and think he was even more of a deviant than they already did.
Thankfully, it didn’t last long as he continued his story, telling them how Inuyasha had returned home and explaining Kagome’s reluctance to continue with him present. He didn’t want to go on, knowing they had already made their minds up about him, but he had to, for her. If what happened was somehow related to their activities then he owed it to her to help them figure it out, no matter the humiliation.
He described his return to her room, finding her lying on her stomach, and glossed over his attentions, just saying how she became frustrated with him. When he mentioned how she mounted him the focus was drawn from him for a blessed moment, everyone staring at Inuyasha, who snorted in amusement. The reprieve was brief, however, and again Sesshoumaru found himself searching for words. He refused to be vulgar, but it was difficult to explain their intimacy, and their discussion during, without the use of some rather graphic terms.
He recounted how she demanded he go harder and faster, explaining how he wouldn’t be surprised to learn she had bruises. He detailed how she dragged her nails down his back over and over again, and when he finally reached the end his eyes widened. He had forgotten about how he had bitten her during their shared climax.
Sesshoumaru made sure to be very clear about the events after they finished; how she wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him softly, how she asked about the bite, and immediately forgave him, saying it didn’t hurt. He wanted to make sure they knew that she gave no indication that he had injured her in any way.
He explained how she discovered the scratches, and worried about hurting him. He also spoke about how she seemed entranced by his blood, only leaving out the discussion of him enjoying it. His liking pain had absolutely no conceivable bearing on what happened to her. He told them about the strange look in her eyes, the way she seemed to be slipping into her own mind, and finally, his father took over.
Sesshoumaru stood, and walked slowly out of the study without another word, leaving them to their discussion. He couldn’t take another second of sitting in that room under the accusing eyes of Kagome’s family, and there was nothing more he could contribute anyway. He made his way upstairs, and closed himself in his old bedroom, ready to wallow in his guilt. It didn’t matter what they decided. He knew what happened to Kagome was somehow his fault, and he could never forgive himself for that, even if she could.