Strawberry Shortcake by sesshomarusama33

Shining Star

Strawberry Shortcake

Chapter 26

Prompt: Soundtrack Challenge, “Shining Star.”

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Human emotions had never been his forte. True, while he was from a demon breed who showed their emotion through touch, he himself had never before felt the need to do such a thing.

Especially not for a human woman.

Yet this tiny, frail, human woman was clinging to his body, pouring her soul into his very being. Her lips were pressed against his, in a sweet, passionate kiss. It was needy, but he could not smell lust upon her body. This was a relief for him, as he absolutely detested having women who would throw themselves upon him.

He didn’t know what had caused him to kiss her back the way he did, but he would not take it back. He allowed her to encroach further into his personal bubble, her hands tangling into his silver tresses. She kissed him as a lover would, not as an effect from a carnal rutting. He felt himself purr to her touch, her blunt nails scratching into his silver hair.

“I love your hair,” she admitted, pulling her lips away from his. He growled, biting her lip as he pulled her back.

“What becomes of it?” He asked, believing her story about hailing from the future. His scent upon her was undeniable, and her clothing confused him greatly. He smelt no deceit upon her, and he was no fool as to ignore such a confession.

“It’s short, and it’s black. I don’t think you keep it like that all the time, though. Your eyes are brown, but sometimes… they’ll turn gold, like how they are now.” She smiled, her hand tracing his eyebrow. “I like them like this, best.”

He was silent, taking her admission in with consideration. The feeling of her fingertips upon his skin felt pleasurable, and he closed his eyes as her fingers traced the red stripes upon them.

“We are friends?” He asked. She hummed her response, her fingers tracing his stripes.

“It’s because of your half-brother being an arrogant, brash, insensitive jerk. I think you felt… obligated, to help me.” She replied, her heart pulsing as his eyes opened slowly. He was absolutely gorgeous, and it made her blood sing.

“I have had to endure much because of that brat,” He agreed, leaning his head against the tree. His muscles in his neck strained, his hair falling around his face.

“You are very kind to me,” she continued, brushing her nose against the underneath of his chin. “We have spent quite a bit of time together, recently. You took me to a museum, on our last encounter.” She said, remembering it vaguely.

“Museum?” He asked, unfamiliar with the word. She nodded, sitting up straight.

“Museums are places where they keep the history of past items, artifacts, bones, and put them in display cases so the world can see it. It reminds us of where we came from.” She had such passion as she spoke, he noticed.

“Do you enjoy such activities?” He asked.

“I love them.” She smiled, her fingertips now tracing the muscles of his neck, “You knew that, I think.”

He lifted his head, his eyes capturing hers intensely. He saw the blush adorning her cheeks, knowing that their proximity was a lot for her to handle. He had the feeling if he moved her, she would be displeased.

And that displeased him.

“What occurred that you hold such compassion for this one?” He asked, genuinely curious. She sighed deeply, leaning her head to rest between his neck and shoulder.

“You captivate me. I find you utterly fascinating, and I can’t explain why. I feel like we have known each other for a long time,” she giggled at that, finding it ironic that she was seeing him five hundred years in the past, “…but the compassion, you call it…” she sighed, her breath against his neck. “You helped me when no one else would. You humor me, letting me do little things for you that might seem silly to most… and…” tears welled in her eyes.

His clawed hand brushed her ebony hair behind her ear, his gaze focused on the drops of wetness at the corner of her eyes. In an uncharacteristic maneuver, he leaned forward, licking them from her eyes.

“You will not cry,” he abhorred, his hold tightening on her. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, resting his head against hers, “I will not allow it.”

She giggled, kissing the corners of his lips. “I love you, Sesshomaru. I can finally admit it, now… thanks to you.” She smiled. She felt her body tingle, thinking it was from the warmth of his embrace. She was shocked to see that she had started to disappear before him, though, being pulled away.

He growled, his arms tightening in a vain attempt to keep her. She looked at him in horror, afraid of what was happening. “Sesshomaru!” She cried, trying to touch him. She knew she was being pulled back to her time, and in her last moments there, she brought her lips to his once more. “I will always be there for you, don’t forget it!” She cried, her body vanishing in the night sky.

He had, for once in his life, found something to protect. She had led him from his hatred, and shown him compassion. 

But now, she was gone. 

A feral roar was heard throughout all of Feudal Japan. 

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