Supreme Power, Sealing Your Fate

Night fell, and he stayed away; Kagome undressed to get ready for bed. It was quiet, and she felt, well, lonely. Suddenly cold, she slipped into bed and rubbed her legs together. She sighed and rubbed her belly and told herself everything was going to be ok. So many thoughts ran through her head. Why did she just stand there, why didn't she fire back at him? Where was her firey spirit? Surely she wasn't broken?

As she drifted off to sleep, she thought that maybe once her pregnancy progressed, her hormones would change, and she would be back to her old spitfire self because right now, she felt weak, small, needy, and lost.

Sesshomaru was fuming; how dare she! How dare he!

He made his way to his father's room and burst threw the doors. He has spent most of the day trying to calm down, talking himself out of sending his father back to the Kami's where he clearly belonged.

His father must have known he would come, for he was standing there glaring at him, waiting.

"Sesshomaru," he said in a cold, stern voice.

"You have crossed the line." Sesshomaru spat out; he knew what his father was doing; he was testing him. He had done as his father wished; he had mated the Miko, so what more did his father want? Why was he testing his patience?

"I have crossed the line? How dare you say that I have crossed the line!"

What was his father implying? "What are you implying, father?"

Before Sesshomaru could blink, his father had him by the neck, and now they were growling at each other.

"If I ever EVER hear of you striking her again, I will bring you to your end, son, mate or no mate, pup or no pup."

He then let him go and turned around. "You say I crossed the line?" His face was filled with disgust.

"How dare you, son? More importantly, how could you?" His father added, and Sesshomaru had a feeling his father wasn't just talking about the slap to her face.

There it was again, that sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. How dare he strike her, his mate, the woman carrying his child. Even if he didn't want her as his mat she was, she was his to protect, and instead, someone else had to come to her aid and protect her. But she was here because he failed in so many ways. Kept telling her that you can't force something that wasn't wanted, but he realized he wasn't trying to convince her of that, but himself.

Sesshomaru said nothing more; what else could he say? His father was right, and it burned. What the fuck was wrong with him? This was the price; she was the price.

But he did not return to 'their room'; he felt it unwise.

But perhaps he should have gone to her. But he couldn't bring himself to man up enough to. He sat and leaned over, pressing his palm into his forehead.

He had fucked up, and as the hours ticked by, he somehow found sleep.

A loud, painful scream barely made it to his ears when he shot up, sweat covering his body. His blood rushed at the sound. He didn't even think, and with a blink, he was ripping down the door to 'their room'

There she was, tears in her eyes, hands clutched to her belly. She was in bed, sitting on her knees, rocking back and forth, and crying out in pain. He was at her faster than a blink of light; he grabbed her arm tight and spoke,

"What is wrong?" he demands to know,

"It hurts," She spits out from her cliched jaw.

Soon there were a few very worried maids, a midwife, his father, and a healer at their door.

"LEAVE US!" Sesshomaru roared; his mate and pup were stressed! His inner demon demands that no one get near them. The people were not sure they wanted to leave, even though he stood there, demanding it.

"Leave them; it is for the best," His father sighed. He turned and walked away, and the others followed. Even though the pup and his 'daughter' were stressed, he knew it would be alright, at least, he hoped, at least for now. But doubt clouded the great lord's mind.

Silent tears came falling down her face, her hands rubbing her belly.

"What is it, woman?" He demanded as he watched her rubber her small bump.

"I don't know," She was scared; was she losing her pup? No, surely not; it must be something else; it had to be something else.

"You must calm yourself once!" He was becoming impatient.

"I, I can't...what if-

"You will not speak such words!" He warned, knowing all well what she was about to say. He refused to believe she was losing their pup...' their pup'

"What's wrong," She asked, more to herself than him, in a soft cry. He turned so now his hips were touching the bed; he pulled on the arm that he had been holding so that she was face to face with him. He then pulled her close. Her head touched his chest as she was looking down, eyes closed, still rubbing her belly.

He lifted her chin "Open your eyes," It was just his calm tone, but no coldness behind it. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew it; he knew what was wrong just by looking at her eyes. Her eyes were as red as his when he was angered. The pup was angry. He had known the pup could feel stressed and sad even; he knew the pup, in time, could protect its mother while still in her womb, but for the pup to be angry, this angry?

He looked down at her swollen belly; the pup was demanding attention as well, it would seem. He had felt the pup's stress when he came to the room, and now he could feel his baby trying to reach out with its newfound aura. The pup was looking for their protection, its father. Him.

His hand slowly made its way to her belly; he heard her gasp when his hand made contact. He slowly moved his hand, pushing it to go under hers, and now they were hand in hand, rubbing her belly, trying to calm their pup. He knew what the pup wanted, the pup wanted them together, and his pup could sense that they were not together, that there was tension between them, and it would seem the pup didn't like it one bit.

He removed his eyes from her belly and looked at her. Her once-red eyes were now back to normal and were now looking back at him. He kept rubbing and kept looking, neither one of them saying a word. Soon he felt her relax as well as the pup, and soon her eyes left him, and her head was laying against his chest; she relaxed, and soon he felt more of her weight against him, she was asleep.

He lifted his mate and pulled back the covers, and then laid her down. That's when he took find note of the short black silk gown. Her legs were so long he caught himself staring but quickly looked away, only to find himself looking at her growing breast. Yes, they were filled with milk, and he could not help but be drawn to them; they, after all, were going to nourish his pup. Suddenly he felt proud, proud of his mate's breast. He snorted., Foolishness, or was it that he felt proud that it was she that was the mother of his pup? He growled at himself and laid down beside her, it was clearly time for sleep, and his inner demon demanded that he not leave her side. He was not going to argue with himself; he knew that if he left, the pup would flare once more. The pup wanted its father, and its father it would have. So after a few moments, he also let sleep take him.

Lord Tashio called for a guard,

"Make sure no one disturbers them for ANY reason, understood?"

"Yes, My lord,"

Lord Toga sighed as he walked away. He was beginning to wonder if this was right. Fair. She didn't deserve what happened, his son didn't deserve her, and suddenly he felt like a failure of a father, a failer as a protector, and his son was right in line behind him in that.