Moonlight's Embrace by Callie Moonlight-sama

Prologue

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Summary: Sesshomaru has lived centuries without the one thing he desires the most only to have her return with no memory of him or the life they had known. Can he accept her as he had once or will everything be lost to time once more? Will she love the beast within the man as she once had in a time lost to her? Will they learn to love or will their love vanish as though it had never been? Read and discover the untold story between Sesshomaru and Kagome and you might discover a love that can span the centuries!

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Moonlight’s Embrace

Prologue

The life they had known vanished on the breeze with little memory of its existence. The softness he had shown to humans vanished along with her becoming nothing but a memory. A memory of a life that his kind were never meant to lead.

The fates taunted him as if his long life was to be nothing but a game. Lost and detached he welcomed the cold winter storms to seal his heart as he was damned to await a return that would never come. Her scent dissipating from everything she had touched leaving him alone in the endless void of time.

Days bled into night as night became day and the days became centuries. His decision haunting him with every change of the wind and every mournful breath. Cursed as he was to forever be without what he truly wanted.

In the darkest of nights the image of her body taunted him as he ravished her again only to be without her when he was to wake. Nothing but darkness to occupy his every waking thought. A tool of the fates.

Darkness crept into the void where his heart had been as he put up little resistance to the coming dark. There he remained until one day fate would bring the ghostly image of her before him. Her memory of the time in which their love had thrived had gone from her eyes as he stared into her darkened mudded depths.

He wanted to rid himself of her in that moment but had not the heart to do so. Lost he became once more in those eyes that had held him centuries before. He knew that the fates would not permit him to be as carefree as he had been in the naïve nature of his youth. Forcing himself to shield her eyes from his as he than forced himself to carry out an action that would cause her to forever be apart from him. Confused as she was he allowed her to live trying to convince himself along with her of the contrary.

Fate chose to toy with him once more. This time taking on the form of a battered and tormented child whose village elders saw fit to beat the poor girl within an inch of her life. A child that before the re-emergence of the woman from his past he would have easily dismissed.

This girl held an air about her that was different from any human, man woman or child he had ever chanced upon since her. She did not cower or run in fear of him as other children did. It was as if she did not know to fear his kind but she did have more than reason enough to fear the humans that surrounded her.

The smile that touched her lips revealed it to be a nearly toothless smile that he could not escape. She stirred something in him he had not felt in the centuries where he neither lived nor died. She brought something about in him that compelled him to offer her a new life free from what little attachments held her to this village.

He felt the loneliness that had encompassed her aura dissipate with time. As she began to trust in him, a faith that she knew would not be misplaced. Jaken wasn’t pleased with the sudden addition of a human girl that did little else but torture the old toad. But it did bring a little pleasure to his long days of drawn out memories.

His heart, though he would never admit it, began to beat again as he developed a fondness for the little girl who so reminded him of the woman he could not have. The miko that had captured him so completely that even through the centuries she still haunted and eluded him with the blessings of the fates.

He cursed himself with every breath for allowing her safety to be placed in the hands of that ignorant half-breed. He felt the fear that coursed through her when her life was in jeopardy. He felt her life pulse with every injury she acquired as though it had been his own. A pain that made the agony of his burdens all that more pronounced. 

His bastard brother did not know anything in the ways of defending anyone let alone that which should be his.

He seemed by all rights to be blind as he abandoned her to meet with the corpse of a woman, if you could indeed call her such. Such a vile creature a mere shadow of the woman she had been in life and cursed now to walk among them while neither alive nor dead. He must have been born without the gift of sight to see but never truly see the beauty that was before him, alive and well, to return to that cursed woman.

He cursed himself for protecting her from afar. Oh how he wanted to walk among her once more. To be closer to her. The older miko was making it increasingly difficult for him to protect her the way he wanted to. With her increasing abilities and knowledge of the woods she was becoming even more formidable than she had been.

He knew she would one day be able to protect herself without him to assist but that didn’t stop the yearning he felt in his heart to be where he had once been. To be more than he was now in her eyes. But alas if that were to be he would be faced with the same decision he made centuries before and he would be forced to protect her in the same manner.

Darkness had become something of a retreat from the temptations of the day. If only for a time he found some manner of peace under the blanketing stars. Sharp glints sparkling ahead as she walked beneath the heavens watchful gaze unaware of his presence among the trees. Her mudded eyes looking towards them as she walked beneath the darkened canopy.

He watched her as transfixed as ever as her scent drifted towards him in soft wisps. Long raven strands exposing the pulse point of her neck as it leapt. Her neck, her pulse point, the faint scar where his fangs had once pierced her flesh tasting the intimate metallic flavour of her blood all begging him to sink his fangs into her tender flesh again.

He hadn’t realised that just the thought of her beneath him, his lips against her throat as his fangs ran along her collarbone with the promise of sinking down; with the promise of her blood as it flowed into his mouth as she came once more; he hadn’t known that just the thought would cause his fangs to elongate nor his heart to swell.

How many times had he told himself to keep his distance, that she was no longer his? His mark though faded still called out his name. It coiled tightly around him relentlessly reminding him that what he wanted was within his grasp though he dare not touch it.

His eyes felt heavy as he watched her in the distance. Her long raven tresses swaying behind her with each gentle exhale of the wind that graced her back. Her fingers clawing at her kimono sleeves in an effort to shield her body from the night chilled air. Her body shaking briefly as a series of shivers passed throughout her body. So beautiful.

As he watched her now his fingers ached to take her in his arms, to warm the chill from her bones. To look into her eyes once more and see the memories of the time she had forgotten flooding back. How he longed for those times again.

The times in which they would spend underneath the sakura blossoms as the sunlight danced upon her raven strands causing glints of blue to streak and dance along every strand. Her natural scent mixing with the floral scent of the sakura blossoms above. Such an image of beauty that he felt compelled to place a fallen bloom within her dancing locks.

His breath caught as she pulled away to hide the deepening blush hidden beneath the fall of her raven bangs. His fingers searching for her chin to turn her eyes his way. Looking into her endless seas as the sunset behind him cast an amber gloss to her full rose coloured lips.

Time seemed to slow the progression of the setting sun as his sensitive ears picked up on her slight gasp before slowly moving to claim them in a tender expression of his undying love. His eyes closed against the memory now along with a host of others he was forced to bear alone.

The time in which they had known a forbidden peace in a world in which their love had thrived. The nights they had spent together in the times before the world knew them as they were now. Enemies. She a miko and he a yokai. A Dai no less.

A time as lost as she was to him. Her image taunting him from a distance. the beauty of her kimono flowing behind her as she walked along the path. Moonlight flattering her lean form setting the features he remembered ablaze.

He hoped against all hope that she would remember him and there were times he thought he saw brief moments of recognition flash behind her eyes before it faded to the same muddled brown as before. He longed to be a part of her world once again.

He heard his brother call out to her to stop which she did, pausing momentarily to look back at him with a fondness he longed for her to show him. A smile touching her lips as she looked at him while her heart ached for him to see her as she was and not as she could be. A sadness that his brother never caught nor understood.

His eyes could no longer watch the image before him. Tearing them from the image before him, of his brother with the woman he had longed for all these years. Slamming his back against the trees rough bark he stood breathless as anger coiled around his gut once again at his foolishness.

Slamming his fist into the rough tree bark as a means to distract him from the sudden protectiveness he felt. The sharp sting of his claws as they pierced his flesh and the slight rush of his blood surfacing was all in an effort to keep him rooted.

An unceremonious growl escaped the confines of his throat as her scent now mixed with that of the half-breeds making it all but impossible for him to tear himself from the path she walked this night. He could feel his composure slip as he turned from the scene heading towards the camp where he knew Rin would be waiting for him despite Jaken’s vehement protests.

He found her to be an oddity which allowed for a rare smile to touch his lips as he thought of the torment that girl would unleash upon an unsuspecting Jaken. Tortures that could only come from the minds of children.

How she would chase the old toad with a worn out kimono in her small hands desperate for the toad to wear the garment she held. His squeals of protest as she placed a ring of carefully woven flowers around his green scaly scalp, burned into his mind. His thoughts of the little girl were cut abruptly short as a familiar scent teased his sensitive nose as an image of the miko interrupted his thoughts once again.

Pausing in his footsteps he turned to look towards the ghostly image of the miko from his past. Her long ghostly strands of thick raven flowing beside her as she tightened her white kimono around her. The tail of her red obi twisting in the breeze as it toyed with her kimono hem. Her eyes full of remembrance turned up towards his as they stood frozen in each others gaze. Helpless he stood watching her as her lips parted slightly to allow the softness of her voice to escape on the breeze.

“Remember,” came in the softest of utterances. His breath caught out of horror as his blood coated clawed fingers reached for her image as the wind tore her form from him. Her familiar form fading from his view with each second it took his fingers to reach for her. Turning his empty claws toward his amber gaze he stared through them to the spot in which she had stood only a moment before.

His heart falling into the pit of his stomach as it pulled him towards the image that he had tried to escape. The fates toying with him, forcing him to see his brother with her, the woman he wanted more than anything to be with.

“I never forgot,” his breath caught in the soft wisps of the night breeze. “My Kagome.”