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Disclaimer: I don�t own Inuyasha.

A/N: Following the manga storyline more closely in this one.

To Hasu:
Lots of jumbling emotions ahead. =D

To Ginny: Oh, that might have
something to do with it.� =D� I love Kohaku (I
find him both interesting and tragic), and I was worried about capturing his
voice.� He�s not in this story much, but
I have another story idea where he would be a much bigger character (we�ll see
what happens there).� So glad you liked
him!

To Ladydogdemon:
=/

To Roxas,
Kennedy, Kitsune, Weimar,
Vanessa, Eddie, Vyncent, Eva, Gwoman,
and Waterlover: Thank you so much for your
encouragement!� I�m so happy y�all are
enjoying reading Blank; your kind words make me feel giddy!�

To Madmiko:
This is actually a very hard call for me.�
I know exactly how this story ends, and while certain things will be
completely cleared up by the end, other points will remain ambiguous.� I guess what I�m really trying to say is that
this story got a bit messier then I�d originally thought it would, and not everything
will be clear cut.� However, I do feel
that it will wrap up satisfactorily for everyone, myself
included.

Thank you all for the reviews!

Last time:

He was the most powerful creature in all of Japan, but even he could not stop the flow of
time.� While he remained largely
unaffected by it, she would not.� His
miko had recovered her strength, if not her memory.� That meant that their enemy had likely
recovered as well.� Soon enough there
would be battle and bloodshed.

But for now, they still had time.�
For now, for now there was calm.

Blank: Chapter 11 � Rapture

�No, no, no!� Shippo said,
exasperated.� �CRAY-ons, not CAY-ons.�

�CRRRAY-ons,�
Rin tried again.

�Yeah, you got it!� Shippo yelled,
grabbing Rin�s hand and pumping it up and down.�
�Crayons!�

�Crayons!�
Rin replied delightedly.� She took Shippo�s other hand and the two children danced in a little
circle before falling in the flowers, giggling hysterically.

�After a few moments, the girl�s giggles
tapered off and she said, �Tell Rin, Shippo-chan, who is Crayons?�

�Not who, what,� the kit
replied.� �They�re like ink, or paint,
but not as messy and a lot easier to use.�
Like I said, we can play with �em when we get
back to the others.� You�re gonna love �em!�

�Others?�
Rin asked, sounding confused.

�Yeah!� Inuyasha, Miroku,
Sango, and Kirara,� he answered, ticking the names
off on his fingers and ignoring the little clutch in his stomach as he
wondered, once again, where his other friends were.� �Though, I don�t know how that�s going to go over,�
he continued, his voice suddenly serious, worried even.� �Inuyasha kind of has a thing for
Kagome.� Even if he is an idiot, he�s not going to like what�s going on with Kagome and
Sesshoumaru.�

�It doesn�t matter,� Rin said,
lazily batting at a butterfly hovering over her nose.� �Kagome-nee-chan is part of Sesshoumaru-sama�s pack now.� I
guess you are too.�

�What?!�
Shippo exclaimed, turning his head to look at the little girl.� She was staring dreamily up at the clouds,
completely unconcerned, as if she was talking about the weather.� �Do you mean Kagome has gone all the way with
Sesshoumaru?�

Rin turned her wide brown eyes
towards him with a confused look on her face.�
She sat up abruptly, glancing over to the tree by the edge of the flower
field.� Shippo followed suit, and the two
children watched as Sesshoumaru held the young miko in his lap, nuzzling her
hair.� Kagome was giggling.

�What is �gone all the way� mean,
Shippo-chan?� Rin whispered, eyeing the couple.

�Does, what does �gone all the way� mean,� Shippo corrected absently.� He wondered at the new Kagome, at the way she
was around the daiyoukai.� She was her
usual confident, accepting, loving self, but she was different too.� There was none of the timidity that she
displayed around Inuyasha � �walking on eggshells�, she�d once said.� And there was no hurt in her eyes when she
looked at Sesshoumaru, like there always was with Inuyasha.� Sure, she cared deeply for the hanyou,
perhaps even loved him � even a kid like him could see that.� But there was something
else there too, a deep wound that hadn�t healed in the two years that they�d
been traveling together.� Just
because she never talked about it didn�t mean it didn�t exist.� Inuyasha was such an idiot.

And, judging by the looks of things,
Inuyasha had also lost Kagome.

An annoyed huff drew his attention
back to the girl at his side.� �Fine,�
Rin whispered, sounding just the tiniest bit irritated.� �What does
�gone all the way� mean?�

Shippo shrugged.� �How should I know?� he replied.� �I just overheard Kagome and Sango giggling
over it one day.� I think it�s an adult
thing.�

�Oh,� Rin replied faintly.� They watched as Sesshoumaru stood and helped
Kagome to her feet.� She bent to pick up
her bow and quiver, then smiled up at the demon lord.� He didn�t smile back, but it seemed to Shippo
that his face was soft as he looked down at her.

�Weird,� Shippo murmured.

That was an understatement, as far
as the kit was concerned.�

They�d been overnighting
in the little village of Edo
when Inuyasha had smelled the sharp, distinct foulness that was Naraku.� He�d rushed off like an idiot, leaving the
others to bring up the rear.� As usual.

Kagome had been worried because,
according to Inuyasha, the scent had been both very strong and very close. �She had insisted that Shippo stay with Kaede.� The young
miko had planted a little kiss on the top of his head and promised she�d be
back soon.� For his part, he�d tamped
down the irritation that always blossomed within him whenever someone treated
him like a little kid and he�d stayed.�
Although he�d been itching to fight and it went against everything in
his nature to stay behind while his friends went to battle, Kagome�s eyes had
been so frightened that he knew he�d had to stay.

After all of them had left, he�d
sat in silence with Kaede for a long time.� He�d thought, and thought, and thought, and
had finally decided that he was going to follow his friends after all.� His place was at their side.� Shippo had stood and taken the first steps
towards the hut opening when Kaede spoke.

�Do ye know what is most important
for a warrior?� she�d asked in her rough voice, that voice, filled with the
weight and wisdom of so many years lived.

The kit had paused, turning to look
at her.� She hadn�t been looking at him,
just been staring into the fire with her one eye, and Shippo had been pretty
sure he wasn�t going to like what she had to say.� He�d waited for her to speak, only the slight
popping from the fire pit disturbing the silence between them.� Finally she�d shifted her eye up to meet his gaze, and Kaede spoke.

�What is most important for a
warrior is to have something to fight for,� she�d said, so quietly he�d almost
had to strain to hear her.� �What is most
important for a warrior� is to have a home to come back to.�

Shippo had returned to the fire
then, wishing he didn�t understand, wishing he was still enough of a kid that
he could pretend to have not understood what she�d meant.� He wanted to be selfish because he was scared, darn it, scared that one of them
wouldn�t come back to him, scared that Kagome wouldn�t return.� He�d seen that in the miko�s
eyes as well; this time, this battle was different.� They�d all known it.� Kagome�s eyes had promised to return if she
could, but she hadn�t been sure.� For the
first time in the two years he�d known her, Kagome hadn�t been sure that she
would be returning from a fight.

So he�d waited.� He�d waited for Kagome, just like he�d
promised her.� He�d waited when Kaede slipped into a fitful doze, even as she remained
sitting by the fire pit.� He�d waited
while the moon rose and set again, waited while dawn pinked the sky, waited
while Kaede woke again and began bustling around with
her morning activities.

He�d even waited after midmorning,
when a pulse of purifying energy had shivered over him, distant but immensely
powerful.� Kaede
had paused at that as well, her eye distant and unreadable as she�d stared to
the north, the direction the pulse had come from.� The direction the others had gone.

The old miko had placed a bowl of
her famous stew in front of him, and he�d eaten mechanically, not tasting a
thing.� Morning turned to afternoon as
Shippo pondered over the pulse.� It had
been so powerful, much more powerful than anything Kagome could normally do, so
powerful that it had made his nose twitch even at this distance.� Still, was it something that Kagome would be
able to produce if she was desperate enough?

Of that, Shippo had no doubt.

So he�d waited.

They�d eaten more stew for dinner
in silence, and then finally, finally Kaede had
fallen asleep again.� Even though he
hadn�t slept since the night before, Shippo had risen to his feet and made his
way out of her hut, determined now to find his friends.� Enough time had passed that, unless they were
all injured (or worse), they should
have returned.� Which
meant they were injured (dead).� Which meant they needed his help (too late, too late, you should have been
there with them and now you�re alone, alone, alone all over again Kagome,
Inuyasha, Kirara, where are you�).

At the outskirts of the village
he�d paused, noticing a new scent on the wind, familiar but unexpected.� He was no dog, but the little fox demon still
had a decent sense of smell.� Shippo had
paused, summoning his foxfire, ready for a fight if it came.

Then Kohaku had come into view, walking
up the path alone.� The kit had waited
for Sango�s brother, pushing down his instinct to
fight.� Kohaku had broken free from
Naraku some time ago, had even traveled with Kikyo
before her death at Naraku�s hands (tentacles?), and was now under
Sesshoumaru�s protection, dubious though that might be.� Kohaku had stopped upon seeing the kit and
bowed slightly.

�Sesshoumaru-sama bade me come get
you, Shippo,� the boy had said.

Shippo had regarded him
mistrustfully for several moments before speaking.� �Sesshoumaru?� the kit asked.

�Yes,� Kohaku replied with a curt
nod.� �Sesshoumaru-sama also followed Naraku�s scent and joined the battle with Inuyasha and the
others.� He came to me after the battle,
holding Kagome-sama, and ordered me to retrieve you and take you to a cabin in
his lands.�

Shippo had only hesitated for a
moment before setting out with Kohaku.�
He didn�t doubt the boy was telling the truth, it was just an unexpected
turn of events.� In the two weeks that it
took for them to get to the cabin, he�d pried what little information the demon
slayer had out of him.� Yes, Kohaku had
been traveling with Sesshoumaru; no, he hadn�t been at the last fight because
Sesshoumaru had ordered Jaken, Ah-Un and him to guard Rin well away from the
battlefield; no, he had no idea what had happened to Inuyasha and the others;
no, he had no idea why Sesshoumaru had Kagome; yes, Kagome had looked terribly
wounded, near death even; yes, they were already traveling as fast as they could.

Then they�d finally gotten here and
found Sesshoumaru and Kagome were gone.�
He�d played in the flower field with Rin until they�d come back, only to
have the daiyoukai pluck him up and take him for an extended ride on his
cloud.� Shippo shuddered slightly at the
memory, earning a glance from Rin.� He
smiled weakly at her, and she turned her attention back to the odd couple by
the edge of the forest.

Sesshoumaru had made it clear in no
uncertain terms that Shippo was not
to speak of Inuyasha and the others in front of Kagome, unless she asked him a
specific question.� He was to answer only
that question, without any elaborations.�
There�d been an icy anger rolling off the demon lord yesterday, one that
had frightened the kit in a way that Inuyasha�s
blustering temper never had.� The only
thing that let Shippo keep himself together was the feeling that Sesshoumaru
was angry with something or someone else, not with him.

Kagome was nocking
the arrow, and Shippo could see Sesshoumaru�s lips move as he quietly
instructed her.� Inuyasha never bothered,
the kit realized.� It was actually
something of a surprise that Kagome was as good a shot as she was, given that
no one had ever really taken the time out to practice with her.� The little fox watched as the demon lord
moved around her, adjusting her stance slightly, moving her arm just a
bit.� Then he reached up and brushed
Kagome�s bangs away from her eyes with a tenderness Shippo would never have
expected from the icy daiyoukai.� And Kagome, looking up at Sesshoumaru, her eyes all shiny and
bright�

Shippo flopped onto his back,
drawing Rin�s attention once again.�
�Definitely weird,� he muttered.

Rin grinned down at him.� �Don�t they look happy?� she giggled, her
fingers busy weaving a wreath of red and white flowers.

The kit shrugged, too conflicted to
say anything.� He felt torn between his
loyalty to Inuyasha and the contentment on Kagome�s face.� She did
look happier, or at least more relaxed, than she usually did.

Shippo lay in the flower field, listening
to Rin�s humming, and wondered what the future would bring.

***

It had been yesterday.

Kagome smiled a bit at the thought.

She couldn�t believe it had only
been twenty four hours ago that she�d followed Sesshoumaru into the forest and
yelled those words at him, twenty four hours since Kohaku had brought Shippo to
the cabin, twenty four hours since the hot springs.

She blushed a little at that last
one.

Last night, this morning, she�d
felt so comfortable around Sesshoumaru.�
It was as if he was showing her what their life together would be like,
with a little girl and a little boy underfoot, giggling and laughing and so�
so� cozy.� Kagome would never have
associated that word with the demon lord, and of course he hadn�t giggled or laughed, but he�d watched them last night
after dinner with that contented look in his eyes.� She�d felt� well, she�d felt home.�
Even Jaken had sensed the change in both of them and had remained thankfully, blessedly quiet for most of the evening.� The one time he�d scolded the children for
laughing too loudly had been completely without rancor.

What
a difference a day makes, she mused.

Ah Un
snuffled and nudged her, reminding the miko of its presence.� Kagome smiled at the dragon and stroked its
left neck.� It made this odd sound,
somewhere between a snort and a purr, and the miko found her grin widening.

Sesshoumaru had cut their morning
lesson slightly short.� He�d looked up, sniffing the air, then told her that he had something to
attend to.� Oddly, his abrupt departure
didn�t bother her.� Even yesterday she
would have agonized over what it meant, but now, everything was different.� With a small laugh, Kagome realized how much
she trusted the demon lord.� What a difference a day makes, indeed,
she thought to herself.

After lunch, the two children had
been full of energy and enthusiasm.� The
three of them had played tag in the flower field, but after an hour or so, they
were about ready for a nap.� Kagome put
them down but, feeling restless herself, had decided to go for a walk
instead.� Remembering Sesshoumaru�s
admonition to always have someone around for protection, she�d grabbed her bow
and Ah Un�s reins, leaving Jaken to mind Shippo and
Rin while they slept.

Ah Un�s right head dipped and began snuffling at the acorns
on the forest floor while the left one nudged her shoulder, asking for more
attention.� Kagome obliged the dragon,
marveling at the softness of its scales.�
She had expected it to be hard and cold, but Ah Un was actually soft and
surprisingly warm.� Its scaly hide was
harder than a human�s skin, but not by much.

The miko glanced at the sky,
estimating it to be around mid-afternoon.�
�Well,� she said quietly to her companion, �I guess it�s time to head
back.�� She reached for the dragon�s
reins and had turned on her heel when she paused.� Ah Un�s
heads came up and the dragon looked like it was at attention as well.� Kagome frowned, listening intently.� Maybe she hadn�t heard anythi�
no!� There it was again, very faint.� Someone was calling her name.

�Huh?� she murmured, unaware that
she�d said anything at all.� Ah Un pulled its reins from her slack grip and backed up a
step, lowering both heads and looking around warily.� One head nudged the small of her back, as if
urging her, and she took a stumbling step forward.� She batted at the dragon distractedly,
the other hand going to her head to make sure the wreath of flowers that Rin
had presented to her at lunch was still in place.� It was.

�Kagome!�

It was clearer now, and
closer.� She looked around frantically,
ignoring the dragon�s growl of warning behind her.� And then she saw him, racing along the ground
so fast that he was barely a red and white blur.

Then he spotted her where she
stood, frozen.� She watched him as he
moved towards her, the relief so evident on his face that it pulled at
something deep inside of her.� She�d
never seen this man before, with his long, white hair, triangular dog ears on
top of his head, dressed all in red with shimmering, golden eyes.� She�d never seen him before, but it was
obvious who he was related to.� Which made him�

�Inuyasha?� she asked softly,
incredulously.� He was still barreling
towards her and she wondered for a moment if she always inspired this reaction
in people.� Both Rin and Shippo had
rushed her as well, and she had a vague feeling of d�j� vu as she watched the
hanyou charge her.

A white streak out of the corner of
her eye was the only warning she had before Sesshoumaru swept into her, easily
lifting her in his one arm and carrying her away before Inuyasha could reach
her.� The fur wrapped around her, and
Kagome had the oddest sense of belonging, of being completely protected, before
the reality of the situation crashed down on her.� Her world spun dizzily as the demon lord
twisted in mid-air before landing on the forest floor.� She looked up at him, ready to demand an
explanation, but his face stopped her.

Sesshoumaru�s eyes were glowing
red, the normally smooth markings on his cheeks gone ragged, and it almost
looked like his face had elongated.� He
was baring his teeth and Kagome followed his gaze to find Inuyasha standing
opposite them, an impossibly huge sword in his hands.

�What the hell is going on here?!�
the hanyou bellowed.� Kagome was inclined
to agree with him.

She heard a low growl above her
head and the miko wrenched her eyes up to the daiyoukai�s face.� He wasn�t looking at her but even when he was
like this, she was still able to read him.� He was clearly tense and furious, but there
was something else behind the anger in his eyes.� She wasn�t quite sure what it was, but it was
something she hadn�t seen before.

�Let go of Kagome, you bastard!�
Inuyasha yelled, and Kagome winced slightly.�
Was she really supposed to be in love with this brash, loud man?� He was talking about her like she was a piece
of meat.� Then again, Sesshoumaru was
kind of treating her like one too, but she knew that the daiyoukai was at least
trying to protect her.

Realizing that Sesshoumaru seemed
to be incapable of saying anything in his current state, the miko decided she
ought to be the one to diffuse the situation.

�You�re Inuyasha, right?� Aren�t you dead?� she asked, trying to keep
her voice as calm as possible.

�Don�t be so stupid!� He
brought me back with that sword of his,� the hanyou hollered, nodding towards
Sesshoumaru.� �And what the hell are you
wearing?�

What
a romantic, she thought to herself.� No wonder I�m crazy about him.� She pushed that thought away � after all, he
was obviously under a lot of stress and probably wasn�t worried about making a
good first impression.� While part of her
was starting to get seriously angry with the demon lord holding her, she knew
that there had to be a good explanation as to why he had neglected to tell her
about Inuyasha�s resurrection.� Instead, Kagome opened her mouth to answer
the hanyou, to tell him about her amnesia, when Sesshoumaru growled above her
head again.

�The miko is mine
now,� he ground out.� Kagome wondered if
she was a rib-eye or a nice petit sirloin.

�The hell she is,� Inuyasha growled
back, dropping into a fighting stance.�
Kagome decided on the petit sirloin, since she was pretty short and that
seemed a lot more feminine than the rib-eye.

�There are rules, little brother,�
Sesshoumaru replied, and she looked back up at him.� He seemed more under control now, though his
eyes were still blazing red and the stripes were still jagged, just not quite
as much as before.� �Laws
that must be obeyed.� You have
already given away your promise, and the miko has accepted my suit.�

Inuyasha paled at this, and Kagome
decided she�d had just about enough of this, thank you very much.� �Look, guys,� she said, �I�m right here.� Stop talking about me like I�m not.�

They both ignored her.

�What the hell?!� Inuyasha growled.� �She�d never let someone like you touch her.�

�Someone like me,� Sesshoumaru shot back, his voice venomous.� �I have never dishonored her the way you have, little brother.� Go on, tell her why
you will never give her your mark, why she will never be your mate.�

Something flashed in the hanyou�s eyes, something like rage and regret, and then he
turned the full force of his gaze upon her.�
Kagome shrank back against the demon lord at his look and she felt
Sesshoumaru�s grip on her tighten slightly.�
Inuyasha�s eyes were full of hurt, betrayal,
like she�d ripped out his heart and laughed while she was as it.

�She deserves better,� the hanyou
growled, shifting his gaze back up to Sesshoumaru.� �Now put her down so I can kill you, you
bastard.�

No, Kagome realized, she was
wrong.� Inuyasha�s
eyes were full of hurt and betrayal, but it wasn�t completely directed at her.� Why would he look at her like that, she
wondered, like he had almost expected a betrayal, like he was wishing she would
tell him it wasn�t true, like he couldn�t believe it of her?

�I told you, she is mine,� the daiyoukai growled back.� Kagome, still more confused than angry,
started to turn her head to look up at Sesshoumaru when sudden, unexpected pain shot through her.

She was too surprised to scream as
his fangs sank deeper into her, as she heard the growl rumbling up from the
deepest part of him, as she felt her blood spurt out of her right at the
junction of her neck and right shoulder.�
Her power bubbled up and brushed against his, light and dark, his
demonic aura twisting with her own purity.�
She truly felt him for the
first time then, his vastness, the expanse of his perfection, and Kagome wanted
to weep with joy and laugh in despair as she suddenly realized how utterly
insignificant, how completely mortal
she was.

At the same time, anger welled up
inside her.� How dare he?� He�d promised her
time, and he certainly had some explaining to do about Inuyasha.� Distantly, she heard the hanyou howl in
denial but she was too swept up in sensation to pay attention to him just now.� She touched the deep ocean of power within
her and it burst forth, suffusing her entire being and clashing against
Sesshoumaru�s perfect darkness.� That
darkness swallowed her, wrapping around her like a warm, comforting blanket and
then� and then�

She poured her power out,
uncontrolled, unable to stop the flow as she threaded into him and Kagome knew
with a sudden, sure certainty that he�d expected this response from her, he�d wanted this response from her.� Her purity spread through his darkness, no
longer clashing with it, and the miko felt a deep satisfaction radiating from
the demon lord.� The tiny threads of herself wove through his immeasurable blackness and she felt
her essence bleeding into it, this web of both
of them, and Kagome wanted to laugh at the absurd notion of her ever, ever, ever having a chance against
Sesshoumaru.� He had been considerate by
letting her set the pace of this dance initially, but he had always been the
one with all the cards.� When the chips
were on the table, Sesshoumaru held the winning hand.

Kagome blinked as she was abruptly
released, still reeling.� She stumbled
backwards, clasping a hand over the bite in her neck.� Already she could feel the blood clotting,
her skin knitting back together under her fingers.� Beyond that, however, she could still feel him, them, her purity still tangled and
burning brightly with his darkness.�
Inuyasha was howling wordlessly, charging the daiyoukai recklessly while
swinging that enormous sword of his.�
Sesshoumaru looked smug in a bored way, fending off his younger brother
with some sort of energy whip he�d produced.

She heard her name again, faintly,
and the miko glanced in the direction that Inuyasha had come from.� There in the far distance she saw figures � a
huge cat, obviously a demon, with twin tails and fire streaming from her,
ridden by a woman in black and pink with long black hair pulled into a high
ponytail.� Running next to them was man
dressed in monk�s robes of purple and black.�
They were too far away for her to make out any details of their faces,
but she knew who they were.� Sango.� Miroku.� Kirara.� Sesshoumaru must
have brought back the demon slayer as well, then.

She wasn�t ready for this.� She really, really wasn�t.� She was too caught up in the enormity of what
had just occurred between her and Sesshoumaru to even begin to try and figure
out what was going on or why he�d kept this information from her.� She also wasn�t prepared to be rushed by more people that she didn�t
remember.� She needed to sort this out,
get her head clear.

She needed to run.

In a flash, Kagome was on her feet
and running in the opposite direction of the oncoming group.� She sensed more than saw that both
Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha wanted to chase after her.� She also sensed that neither of them would
let the other do it.� The miko would have
laughed at them both if things hadn�t gone so terribly, horribly wrong.� So she ran, and ran, and ran until the sound
of the fighting brothers faded behind her, until she could no longer hear Sango
calling her name, until the only sounds in her world were her thundering heart
and her own labored breath.

Kagome paused, panting,
head down with her hand on a nearby tree for support.� She was sweat-slick, the rough bark biting
into her palm in an almost comforting way.�
The tree was real, at least.� She
didn�t know what else was real � Sesshoumaru had told her one thing, reality
was significantly different.� Rather, he had told her the truth (maybe), he just hadn�t told her all of the truth.

She didn�t understand.� Why hadn�t he told her?� She knew that he�d been trying to get her to
remember on her own, but he�d been the one to tell her about Inuyasha�s and Sango�s deaths in
the first place!� Would a simple, �By the
way, I can resurrect the dead, and I resurrected them,� have been so difficult
for him to say?!

Well, given how rarely he talked,
maybe.

Kagome straightened, her breath
returning to normal.� She caught a glance
at her hand against the tree, covered in drying blood.� Her blood.

Instinctual panic rippled through
her before she got herself back under control.�
She gingerly touched her neck, feeling the raised scar that had already
formed where Sesshoumaru�s fangs had punctured her.� She�d healed faster this time, she realized,
faster than she had before.� A side
effect of their� what exactly was it?�
Joining?� Merging?� When he�d talked about �mating�, Kagome had
been picturing something more akin to sex, possibly marriage.� What had
happened between them was so radically different from her concept of marriage
that she couldn�t think of a good word for it.�
Sex would come, he�d been pretty clear on that point, but this� this� mingling
of essences was definitely nowhere near a marriage ceremony.

What exactly had he done to her?

Kagome sighed softly, pushing away
the panic and anger that was bubbling inside of her.� If there was one thing she had learned, it
was that Sesshoumaru never did anything without a reason.� And just yesterday, she herself had told him
that she belonged to him.� Yes, he�d
stepped up the timeline, and he hadn�t told her about his brother, but she was
positive he had a good reason for it.�
She trusted him, she knew him,
especially now.� She could still feel
them entwined together, and she felt, no, she knew that he would never let any harm come to her.

Her awareness tingled like a
thousand tiny pinpricks against her skin, and Kagome tilted her head to the side,
trying to get a bead on the feeling.�
Suddenly it was there, very close, just behind
her, his power shivering over hers like a gentle caress.� She closed her eyes, unsure of what to do and
suddenly, inexplicably tense.� He called
to her then, and Kagome turned.

�Miko.�

***

Rapture (noun) 1: an expression or manifestation of ecstasy or
passion.� 2a: a state or experience of being carried away by overwhelming
emotion.

Two chapters left, my pretties.
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