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The Snow Angel	By : SunsetMiko Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 51190 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter 11 - The Books *Wind* (Skye's Weekly Challenges)

Several days had passed as the wind howled and the snow fell outside. Kagome had passed the time mostly by catching up on her school work. Yes, her brain felt like mush, but she had actually finished everything on her assignment sheet and had begun to do what she knew would be on the next. She hadn't had this much time to focus on her studies in ages and she was making the most out of it.

Sesshoumaru had spent the majority of his time sitting beside the miko, reading over her shoulder. Most of her books confused him; all of them really, if he were to be completely honest. One, however, befuddled him more than the rest: history. He knew what year it was, and as she'd flipped through the pages, he had spotted several things he knew had happened in the past with the appropriate dates attributed to them. Further into the book, however, things began to get strange. The text read as any factual account of the past would, except the things described had not happened. Unless the writers of the book had an entirely different way of keeping time, it seemed as if these events were to happen in the future. Yes, he'd read books of prophesies before, but this one wasn't like that. Something was very wrong with that book and he was determined to find out what.

The actual pages of the books bothered him just as much as their contents. The paper was shiny and the illustrations appeared as if you were looking at the original place or item rather than an artist's rendition of it. He'd never seen anything like it before. The books were oddly bound and each character was perfectly formed. It was obvious that the purpose of her books were education, as he had watched her as she answered questions at the end of each section, checking her retention of the material. The once-taiyoukai also noticed her list of assignments, which led him to wonder who her instructor was. Would her teacher, who had access to such incredible materials, be willing to take on another student? Was he from Edo, where the miko and her group rested, and if he was, how had the Western Lord never heard of him? It simply made no sense, which was making him insane.

Her history book, while the most confusing, wasn't the only one causing questions. The was astounded by the level of difficulty in mathematics. The equations were like nothing he had ever seen before, and yet the miko could complete them. The book titled science was filled with a depth of knowledge of the natural world he had believed to be impossible. How did a human have access to this kind of information, let alone understand it? He had little interest in her literature book, but he read it along with her anyway, just to pass the time. He had been completely unable, however, to follow anything she was doing in the book titled 'English'. He'd deduced that it was a foreign language due to the small instructions in Japanese here and there on the page, but beyond that, he was lost.

If he had been intrigued by the miko before, now he found himself bordering on obsessed. He needed to understand this, needed to be able to ask questions and have her explain things, because as Lord of the West, he was expected to be highly educated. The fact that a human woman knew more than he did about so many different subjects put him to shame and had to be rectified. How, though, he had no idea. Once we was himself again, he certainly couldn't approach her out of the blue and interrogate her. This would take some plotting and planning.

The others were getting a little stir crazy. With nothing to keep them busy, Sango was on the verge or murdering Miroku, who had finally learned, not a moment too soon, that a cooped up demon slayer only had so much patience with his wandering hand before she was going to cut it off. Inuyasha had been pouting more than anything, muttering his complaints about Kagome's inattention, until both of his friends turned on him and threatened to have him sat into unconsciousness just for a little quiet. From that point, all three had taken to polishing their weapons, which now gleamed like mirrors, with not a speck of dirt anywhere.

Shippo had been a source of entertainment for a while for Miroku and Sango as he tormented Inuyasha with his kitsune magic, but a few bops on the head had put a stop to that as well and he'd taken up coloring instead. The kit was very thankful that Kagome had brought him a brand new drawing pad, because he had a lot of time to fill. Sango and Miroku had even tried to busy themselves flipping through Kagome's textbooks, but without the miko to explain things to them, it was more confusing than anything. Their limited reading skills left them with just the pictures to look at, so they went back to their weapons. Kirara seemed to be the only one enjoying the calm and relative quiet with nothing to do.
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