Author’s Note: Does anyone read these? I heard the song “Make You Mine” by Heather Nova (check her out, yo) and knew it was meant for Kagome/Sesshoumaru. Despite the fact this is a songfic, it is NOT a one-shot. You can expect more! Please (please? please!) review if you like it (or even if you don’t). Hope you enjoy!
Make You Mine
by Kitsune-Bot
You’re the one I think about time after time
You’re the one that comes to me, visions in the night
Sesshoumaru watched the girl secretly through a half-lidded gaze that succeeded in hiding his curiosity behind a look of sheer boredom and slight annoyance. She was conversing animatedly with the exterminator, waving her arms about as she made a particularly significant point, and smiling brightly. While traveling with the small ragtag group he had learned that this was typical behavior for the females: Kagome would babble for hours over nothing in particular while the taijya listened and added her own more concise opinions at times when Kagome was catching her breath.
He wasn’t actually interested in the women’s conversation (which was a passionate rant about Inuyasha’s interference with Kagome’s schooling) but in the girl herself. Sesshoumaru had been studying her intently since he first decided to travel with his brother’s band of shard hunters under the pretense that he would assist in the destruction of Naraku. Although there was some validity in this reason his true intentions had always concerned the peculiar miko called Kagome.
When their paths had first crossed he had given her very little thought at all, she was merely a brash inappropriately dressed girl and a bit of a nuisance. However, as time passed and their encounters increased in both number and frequency he found himself intrigued by her outlandish ways and unpredictable behavior. She compensated for her miserable battle skills with sheer nerve and reckless bravery, which both aggravated and amused him. It was on the trail rather than the battlefield where she proved the most complex and confusing. Her adoption of a youkai kit, unwavering loyalty, and pure heart made her unlike the majority of her kind. Furthermore, the mystery surrounding her origins and intelligence (no matter how buried beneath nativity it may have been) piqued the taiyoukai’s interest. He found himself contemplating her often, which hadn’t really concerned him until his mind found itself more inappropriate endeavors involving the girl. It was about this time the dreams had started.
His dreams had been almost innocent in the beginning: she would be with him smiling sweetly and assuring him that everything was fine. However, he knew things were far from fine when his fantasies shifted from intimate meetings to passionate encounters. Sesshoumaru began to avoid sleeping in an attempt to hide from his nightly visions of carnal gratification. There were fantasies when he would find her alone and take her forcefully and brutally and yet other dreams in which she would come to him in the night and whisper sweet words of passion as they moved together in the moonlight. There were times in which she hated him and times in which she loved him; dreams in which he dominated and dreams in which he submitted yet they all ended the same: with him waking hot, bothered, and frustrated.
When he could no longer take the frustration of waking alone and unfulfilled, with fresh images of a human woman writhing in passion beneath him, he decided that he had to cease the dreams at all costs. It seemed almost logical for him to travel with the girl, to immerse himself in her humanity and the shortcomings that implied. He told himself that constant contact with her would prove beyond all doubt that she was unworthy of his attentions, imagined or otherwise, and the dreams would certainly end when he was reminded of how pathetic she truly was. Sesshoumaru never even considered what would happen if he wasn’t repulsed by her.
I want to complicate your feelings
I want to heat you up inside
Sesshoumaru was startled from his thoughts when Kagome unexpectedly glanced over her shoulder at the impassive demon lord, a deep knowing look in her eyes, as if she could read his dark desires. He felt almost trapped beneath her warm gaze, his heart thundering in his chest like he was some prey animal caught in the glare of a hungry predator. The moment passed as she smiled softly at him and turned to face the road ahead.
‘What did she mean by that?’ he wondered hotly, disturbed by the effect her gesture caused within him. He knew that she was not employing some sort of magic, as he had carefully watched for a sign of such trickery early in his travels with her, yet she still managed freeze his mind and send his heart racing with a simple look.
Before he could further dissect the unpleasantries that plagued him, his pondering was interrupted by the monk who suggested they make camp before it was too dark for the humans to travel. Inuyasha protested, although it was half-hearted and more out of habit than real annoyance, until Kagome threatened to subdue him. Sesshoumaru almost regretted his brother’s easy compliance, as watching the hanyou be made a fool made travel with him slightly less trying, but agreed that it would be wise to set camp soon. As he watched his half-brother stalk off into the underbrush grumbling about weak humans and firewood he noted nervousness and unease in the hanyou’s demeanor. He wanted to pass it off as Inuyasha’s typical brash behavior, but knew better when he felt the familiar aura of the girl beside him and sensed her dejection.
“He’s going to see Kikyou,” she whispered so that only the youkai lord beside her could hear.
Sesshoumaru cast her a side-long look and then followed her impassive gaze into the forest where his brother had just disappeared. He felt his hackles rise as her despair swelled and washed over his senses like a wave cresting upon the unsuspecting sands. For a fleeting moment he entertained thoughts of reaching out to console her only to realize she would not allow him and he would not know how. All he could do was watch as she turned away from him and walked back to her comrades, all traces of her dark feelings erased from her smiling continence.
Sesshoumaru almost growled in frustration. What was this creature that both captivated and confounded him with her serenity? Who was she to bare her soul to him as though she trusted him? As Sesshoumaru watched Kagome settle in front of the fire with her kit wriggling in her lap a strange feeling began to take root. This desire was peculiar and dangerous in its newness and only as he allowed himself to dwell in it did he realize its nature. He wanted to confuse and complicate her the way she had him. He needed her to burn with the same foreign passion that plagued his dreams.
I wanna make you mine
Kagome lovingly ran her fingers through the kitsune’s unruly bangs as he fought in vain against the sleep that threatened to claim him. Her conversation with the taijya was interrupted by an angry cry of “Hentai!” and the familiar sound of the monk being beaten into submission. Kagome took this opportunity to tuck the sleepy kit into her strange bedroll. She told the bickering couple she was going for a walk to “clear her head” and gathered her weapon to her side. The moment the young woman disappeared into the foliage the exterminator and monk began to express their concerns for their friend in hushed tones. Uninterested in their theories and worries, Sesshoumaru silently made his way out of the camp and followed the calming scent of the girl into the forest.
Once outside the glow of the camp and the presence of the humans Sesshoumaru felt more at ease. The forest around him was silent, as though its inhabitants were aware of his presence among them and were deathly afraid of attracting his attention. Sesshoumaru knew that his power instilled fear and that fear in turn inspired respect, but the silence only served as a reminder of the loneliness that power wrought. Even his current traveling companions treated him with cautious respect, their fear evident, the only exception being her.
He had stumbled across her lying in the middle of a clearing, limbs and ebony locks splayed about her lithe form. Sesshoumaru’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the gentle rise and fall of her breast and the flutter of dark lashes against porcelain skin. Her delicate frame was illuminated in the moonlight, creating an all too real and all too familiar scene. ‘A dream,’ he mused as unbidden images of Kagome writhing in passion flooded his mind. Sesshoumaru forced the visions from his mind and growled in warning to his baser instincts.
The unexpected snarl broke whatever reverie the girl had lost herself in. Kagome gasped and bolted upright, eyes wide and searching for the predator that invaded her sanctuary. He could hear her wild heartbeat and the scent of her fear was almost palpable. Cerulean crashed with amber as her eyes found his. “Sesshoumaru,” she breathed, her voice heavy and dark. Sesshoumaru distantly noted how pleasant his name sounded on her lips as his body heated and stiffened in anticipation. The moment was broken when she dropped her gaze from his in a subtle gesture of submission and visibly relaxed.
“You should not wander off alone,” he warned gruffly, excusing his presence under the guise of protection.
She smiled coquettishly and glanced up at him from under hooded lashes. “I’m not alone; I have you.” This strangely possessive statement pleased his dark instincts and he found himself taking a step toward her.
“Go back to camp,” he commanded, desperately wanting to end this encounter and quell the heat that coursed through his body.
Unfortunately, Kagome was not one to follow orders. “If Inuyasha is off visiting Kikiyo why can’t I enjoy your company?” She patted the ground next to her in invitation and looked up at him expectantly.
He studied her face closely, trying to understand her motives and whether she intended the subtle innuendo hidden in her words. When all he could find was honesty in her eyes he settled on the cool grass next to her. They were both silent for a long while, something Sesshoumaru thought was impossible for Kagome, content to simply enjoy the other’s company and relax after a long day of travel. Unfortunately, Sesshoumaru’s thoughts would not settle and compose themselves like his body and he struggled with wayward questions and desires only the girl could answer. In a moment of confusion and desperation Sesshoumaru finally broke the companionable silence. “Why?”
His voice seemed broken and harsh and the question was heavy and almost tangible in its implications. Why are you here? Why do you put yourself through this madness? Why him? Why you? He instantly regretted his question as he watched her curl in upon herself, her knees lifted to her chest, her chin resting upon them, and arms wrapped protectively around her form. She was quite and somber for a long time, seemingly deep in thought and she mulled over the unspoken questions he lay before her. Sesshoumaru began to think she would not answer when her soft voice finally broke the silence defiantly.
“Duty,” she said and then a little less certainly, “and love.” Kagome turned her head to fully meet his gaze and in her depths he saw the familiar weight of responsibility that he sometimes caught in his own reflection. “Duty and love,” she repeated and smiled softly. Her answer weighed heavy in his mind and felt the unfamiliar tug of respect and affection in his heart.
Silence overtook them and this time his mind was content. She didn’t try to engage him in any further conversation and he didn’t try to provoke her again. When she fell asleep in the late hours of the night he was unashamed to watch over her and carry her back to camp.