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Rise Of The Shikon Miko	By : golden_eyes_hypnotize Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 2628 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the characters herein. I make no money by this writing. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people is all in your head.

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Chapter 12

“I wonder where Kagome is. It’s not like her to be late. You know she drives like a demon,” the octogenarian priest said, gazing out the frost covered window at the front of the shrine.

Bringing her father a cup of steaming tea she said, “She’s not driving today, Dad. Her friend’s brother is bringing her. Still, it’s not like her to be late without calling or texting. I should check the weather. Maybe they got caught in a storm.” Kaneko had grown to like Inuyasha; she liked him more now that he wasn’t freeloading off his parents and had gone to school and made something of himself. She only wished Kagome would go back to school to get a career of her own. She knew she longed to be something better than a secretary, but with her medical bills and constant car trouble, she never seemed able to save up for college. While Kaneko had thought about helping Kagome get a loan, she would really prefer to see her daughter succeed on her own like she had done. No one had helped her get through school—she had worked all the way up to her current position as a mental health nurse practitioner and hoped to inspire her daughter to do the same.

As she checked the weather report on her phone, she wondered what could be keeping her daughter. The weather was as clear as they had predicted when she watched the news last night. She decided to send her a text to ask how the drive was coming. When she didn’t get a response after fifteen minutes, she started to worry—her daughter kept her phone on her at all times. She texted Inuyasha and asked him if he’d heard from her since they left.

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“That dog!”

Three pairs of eyes focused on the laughing hanyou. “What is it, Yasha? Have you heard from Kagome?” his mate asked.

“Better! Her mom just texted me wondering if I’d heard from her. She was due to get in 45 minutes ago!”

“But aren’t you worried about her?” his mate pressed

He laughed again and continued, “They wouldn’t have gotten in an accident because of his reflexes. There are clear skies out there the whole way. If she was angry with him for some reason, he’d have done everything in his power to get her there as fast as possible. This can only be a good thing!”

“Then what are you going to say to her mom?”

“I’ll tell her Sesshoumaru had an errand to run on the way. And I’ll text her so she keeps her story straight,” he said with a wink.

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She just sat there looking at him. He knew he had given her a lot to process so he waited patiently, just holding her and keeping eye contact.

In a very small voice, she broke the silence. “My daddy cursed me.”

He nodded.

There was a long pause. Then, her brow started to crinkle. He watched as her eyes kept overflowing with the tears; twin tracks of sparkling pain traced the contours of her lovely face. Her eyes looked so lost as they searched for the truth in his own. Her tiny voice said, “My daddy never loved me.”

Another nod, never losing eye contact.

A single, broken sob escaped her lips.

The dam broke again and she cried. This was no ladylike display but one of decades of heartache and betrayal. She folded her arms into herself, her fingers into her hands tucked under her chin. She shook so hard with her sobs she would have unseated herself if he hadn’t had such a secure hold of her. She buried her head in his shoulder and felt anew every hurt her father had ever inflicted on her. Every insult, every time he forced himself into her body, every time he put out his cigarette on her flesh, every time he laughed at her tears, everything. All she could do were feel and cry.

Sesshoumaru knew this was necessary. He knew he was the only one who could help her through this, that their bond, however undeveloped as yet, would make her trust him enough to listen to what he had to tell her. But it was painful for him, too. It was so difficult having to break down the belief that had preserved her sanity. But he was here now. Now, there would be no more delusions. He would build her back up again until she became the strong, complete, happy woman he knew was his match. And he would do all of this before she became his mate. By making her complete before the mating, she would forever know that she had done it without the benefit of his youki coursing through her system. She would never again question her worth and she would know she belonged at his side for eternity.

His instincts where his chosen was concerned shocked some part of him at the effect she was having on him, but as a demon who followed his instincts without question, as he had been taught by his parents and sensei, it was a very small part. Admittedly, he had watched the behavior of his brother when he found his mate with haughty disdain. He had been so sure that he would be different with his mate. He found himself feeling very…needy. He needed to see her, to be near her, to touch her, to heal her, to make her happy. And since his instincts had never failed him, he gave in to them.

At long length, her sobs quieted, and coupled with her slow, shallow breathing, he knew she had passed into sleep, her body, heart and soul exhausted. His barrier kept them undisturbed and warm as snow softly began to fall outside. He pulled out his cell phone and texted a message to his brother in one hand, telling him to assure her family that she was already but that due to an unexpected delay, they would be quite late getting to the shrine. After he was done, he buried his face in her hair and stood guard over his chosen.

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Less than ten miles away, in his mountain home, the evil hanyou raged. He couldn’t find her again. He’d even sent Kagura to search the shrine and the ancestral home of the mongrel that dogged her every step. He paused in the imminent destruction of a priceless piece of Feudal Era demon artistry to laugh at himself. ‘Dogged her every step, indeed.’

At the knock on the door, the vase met its end, thrown against said door and shattering into dust. Taking that as her cue, Kagura slid open the door and stepped inside, keeping a wary eye on her master. “The girl is not at the shrine or the estate. I even checked the little house she’s renting and she’s not there, either.”

“Well, then, where the hell is she?! This is twice in two days! If the mutt could have protected her from my sight, he would have done so long before now. I still do not believe he is even aware of my watching the little slut. How could he be? She is not aware!”

“If that will be all...,” Kagura drawled as she slowly backed out the door. She had no desire to be in his presence at any time, let alone when he was in a fury.

“Fine! Get out of my sight you little bitch! And don’t forget—you start work tomorrow!”

More loud crashes could be heard as she hastily exited the house, transforming her feather and taking flight.

…………………………..

She felt safe.

And warm.

She was wrapped around her body pillow, holding it tightly. She rubbed her face into her pillow and realized she had been sleeping sitting up. She was also being held. She squirmed around and the arms squeezed her before relaxing again. Someone was smelling her neck. She opened eyes. She wasn’t holding on to her pillow.

She raised her head and met the daiyoukai’s eyes. “I keep falling asleep on you.”

With the barest of smiles he said, “This Sesshoumaru does not mind.” He took a deep breath of her scent, checking for distress. Sensing none, he asked, “How do you feel?”

Her eyes turned inward for a moment. “Much better than I should be, actually. I think I may have to make a habit of sleeping on you.”

He smirked. He liked her like this. Still half asleep, she was guileless in the sort of way he expected would become more commonplace as she rebuilt herself. He looked forward to it. “Are you prepared to resume our journey?” At her nod, he stood, inwardly delighting in how her eyes enlarged, and walked to the car, carrying her with her arms tight around his neck and her surprisingly powerful legs squeezing his torso. At the passenger door, she released her hold on him and, unable to resist, he ever so slowly let her down, letting her body slide against his, watching as her cerulean eyes filled with desire. She was just sleep-addled enough not to be embarrassed by it and instead met his heated golden stare unabashedly. Knowing the time was not yet right, though the draw was overwhelming, he lowered his head slowly to just inches from hers. Their breath mingling, their eyes molten pools of longing, he brought his hand to hers where it rested on his shoulder before leisurely raising it between them to his lips. Keeping his eyes on hers, he slowly stepped back from her, releasing her hand before reaching for the handle and opening the door for her.

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