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Miko no Makimono	By : cakeiton Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 4431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Miko Research and the Semi-Youkai
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Nights like this have become common. Kagome sat in the kitchen with every light around her on, yet it always seemed dark. Her modest pajamas were not delivering the comfort they promised, but only one thing did anyways. A familiar pressure built at her temples and Kagome’s hands flared pink in response, illuminating the room in warm reiki. She sighed when she was able to breathe again and glanced around from the table, feeling tired while watching the sunlight retreat out the windows.
Books on feudal era history and legend, along with items from the shrine’s storehouses, were strewn across the front room in an array of neat piles that only made sense to her while the more promising ones took up space in her room, waiting to be researched again. Well, her mom’s old room. Her high school bedroom was currently empty of everything, except memories. She couldn’t even stand to look at the bed Inuyasha used to nap on. Looking back it was a childish thing to do; removing furniture doesn’t take away the past. Then again, she did so many childish things back then. Now that four years have passed Kagome came to realize she was just a kid when she left the feudal age behind.
She took a small sip from her sake glass. The cloudy liquid always burned sweetly on the way down, but it pressed against the knot in her stomach that hasn’t released for five years now. Since her powers were fully released from the dark nature of the Shikon jewel’s barrier, her spirit seemed to be constantly fighting with something inside. It was light at first, but the battle waged internally increased over the years. Now, she couldn’t go a day without feeling the pain.
The empty house screamed at her through lonely silence, making it feel endless. It was too much space for just her, but still, she promised Mother to take care of the shrine when Sota left to be a genius in college and ojiisan had passed years ago. It was just as well that her mother had moved. She would have been more than disappointed to see Kagome not moving on; still stuck on the past, still living for people who are long since dead, still escaping her present responsibilities, and still putting everyone else first. Over the past four years she felt herself slowly draining like her weekly sake trying to warm something inside her. She was glad her mother wasn't constantly around to see… whatever it was Kagome was doing to herself.
I just feel so dull. She knew why. All that time searching for shards, learning to fight, destroying those who would hurt her friends, and surrounded by beings more powerful than anyone from her time could imagine had created a longing for the danger again. They were scary and she got hurt, but it set a standard that her current life couldn’t reach. She was no fighter, but she missed feeling like a protector. She missed adrenaline. Kagome looked down at the small cup in her hand.
I don’t need to be lulled,… I need to be sharpened. Still, she took another small gulp, pushing down her desires. She never got drunk, but it smoothed away the frayed edges of her every day. It helped her relax just a little and press down the feelings that ‘she’ was left behind 500 years ago and never really came back.
Sometimes, especially nights when she felt lost, she sure didn’t feel powerful. Yet, after the seal had been removed her powers were now easily controlled and had increased greatly. They also happened to become the best aspirin and a simple flare of reiki would quell that unknown pain. Wasting miko energy made it feel like she could breathe. Looking at the hand that was just holding her head up a second ago she flared her powers again. Though it felt like the heat was draining out of her hands she smiled. If it wasn’t for the increased spiritual powers she might have never located the youkai in this time.
None full blooded of course. It was no wonder she had never noticed them before; all of their auras were so weak. Generation after generation of mating with humans seemed to have lost not only full youkai, but their traditions and history as well. She thought about approaching some, notifying them on what she knew they were and promise information on their demon ancestory, but that would make her seem CRAZY! She would be committed. In fact, she made it a point to stay away from most, only having contact with one. He also happened to have the strongest aura she has felt in her current time.
Oh, Ankā she mused to herself Such a sweet kid.
Two years ago Kagome noticed a teenage boy that would visit the shrine once a week. At first it was just to give offerings then leave as if he was afraid to look at anything. If it wasn’t for his youki strongly pushing against her senses constantly she would have left it alone, but it let Kagome realize he knew he was part youkai. After a while he started looking around the grounds, but never approached anyone, including herself.
There was nothing too impressive about his build or his height. He was lean and moved as if he was in complete control of his body at all times. His jet black hair teased his eyes just beneath the brow and layered down to almost his shoulders. Concentrating brown eyes seem to memorize his surroundings with just a glance. His beautiful skin fit his features well, down to his smooth jaw line and straight nose. His concealment spell must have hidden his youkai traits, though Kagome has never seen him drop it.
About six months after his visits had started a section of the roof on the main storehouse collapsed. As Kagome cursed, trying to sort through and organize items that should have been reorganized years ago, she noticed the boy standing off by the God Tree. He seemed like he wanted to move forward and she wondered if he could sense her reiki the way she sense his youki. She flared it just slightly, and he took a step back in response.
Kagome didn’t take her eyes away from his. He stared back, trying to hide his apprehension. I wonder if this is a good idea. With her sweetest smile she whispered, “Can you help me, please?” low enough to show that she recognized his above normal hearing. She hoped her acceptance was also heard.
The invisible wall holding him remained, but he didn’t move away either. After a minute she went back to her task, only after she had her back to him did Kagome feel his aura approaching.
Don’t turn around, you’ll freak him out.
When he was right behind her she spoke, once again at a normal level. “I hope you do not fear me. Unlike what you feel I am not your enemy. Please don’t think of me that way.”
After a pause he responded. His voice was deeper than what his appearance would suggest, the baritone barely gripping on to younger tones, and ragged as if almost never used. “Wh-what should I think of you?” There was a determination in his voice to keep his confidence up and Kagome started to wonder if it was her he was nervous about.
Kagome looked around at the mess in front of her. A minute passed and she began thinking about the state of the rest of the shrine. With her mind set she turned around and looked at the boy for the first time close up. He looked… normal. Sad, serious, but normal.
“How about as an employer?” Some part of her loved shocking youkai without the means of spiritual powers.
It worked well after that. He got comfortable enough to converse, but always kept some information about himself to himself. It was the same way she never once mentioned the well or her travels through time. Too many questions and too many memories came with the subject and she assumed the same with him. Still, she was warm and welcoming to him the way she was with everyone. He became a small link to the past she missed and never got over.
Anka seemed very interested in mikos as well as his own youkai history. For the first couple months Kagome would apologize for her lack in miko knowledge, saying she was only trained for a year before… circumstances caused it to stop. That’s when he had a brilliant idea…
“Why isn’t there more information about mikos and youkais? There is little information about confrontations and training. All I have found was that they are a weapon against youkai and the connection between powers and their purity.”
Kagome nodded. Sadly, such information didn’t seem to make it down from oral traditions the way youkai history became myths. She remembered feeling that hole in her heart again, like she lost something she never had in the first place. “That’s all that survived, I suppose.”
“I refuse to believe there is nothing,” he continued, lightly shaking his head. Leaning against her kitchen counter, arms crossed and eyes paying the floor serious attention, he concentrated. Kagome looked up from the open case that he had just brought in from a storeroom. This kid is a little stubborn. Or determined. And WAY too serious. Either way, he has his mind set on something.
“What do you mean by that?” she asked pushing the issue. She was surprised to hear of ting of hopefulness in her voice.
He looked at her with his serious eyes that could provoke action. Every time he opened his mouth it was for a purpose, something Kagome never got the hang of. He had a gift of relaying information without much speech and was an obvious natural leader. For someone as young as he looked, he exuded control… most of the time.
“Don’t you want to know more about your kind?” The double sided question seemed to have been on his mind for a while. “I believe there is more information out there, we just have to commit to finding it.”
“…We?” He tensed up as if he offended her and she smiled warmly to reassure him. “I mean, you would want to as well?”
“…Yes. I believe this to be important.” He was looking almost too anxious for her answer.
She glanced off into space. Her? Research? Uncover what others couldn’t? It would be like a mission; an actual task, something meaningful, even if she couldn’t find anything. It could be a link to the things she missed and will never have again. If she can make one thing from that time survive… it might be well worth all the effort. She would honor Kaede, Kikyo, Midoriko, Hitomiko… and maybe even find a little of herself lost deep in time, waiting for her to shine light on it again. Maybe it will help her move forward if she had a concrete place to start from.
Looking back at Anka she realized how long she had kept him waiting. His eyes were widened and fixed on her, though his face remained still; not moving until she answered.
“Anka,” she started and he tensed his strong shoulders. “That sounds like a great idea.”
She saw his first smile ever towards her that day as he relaxed and let out a relieved breath.
Drawing herself from memories and back to her kitchen table Kagome was wearing a smile as well. Her miko research was not her only link. Though she always remained cheerful, giving, and warm, Anka gave her something back and it felt like a little piece of her.
A year had passed since their search began. She had so many questions she wanted answered and was kicking herself for not talking Kaede’s head off everyday 500 years ago. Then again, she didn’t have the same questions then that she has now.
Why does my power feel cold to me? Shouldn’t it envelope me, not chill me?
Can spiritual powers protect themselves? Can they fight with the threat of disappearing?
And her main one, the one that set things in motion for her return. Why did my body fight against Inuyasha?
That question always brought up another, though it was directed at someone else.
Was waiting really that terrible that you had to run off with another, Inuyasha?
She scoffed to herself. Once a cheater, always… no. She should have known, all the red flags were there. She knew now that if you allow behavior the behavior will continue regardless. For the millionth time she reminded herself she was just a kid then.
Kagome sighed, than finished the sake in her cup. If she was going to be fair, then technically, for his kind, Inuyasha was only a kid back then too...
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