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Rise Of The Shikon Miko	By : golden_eyes_hypnotize Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 2646 -:- 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 13

Kagome’s mom and grandpa were all smiles when they finally arrived. Kaneko had adjusted her holiday cooking schedule after the text from Inuyasha and it turned out that the timers went off as Kagome and Sesshoumaru were doffing their coats and shoes. When Kagome had introduced Sesshoumaru, her mother had noticed her rosy cheeks but refrained from comment. Her daughter may have a crush blooming on her friend’s brother, but it would never go anywhere so she wasn’t worried about yet another breakup on the make. Even without her physical detractions, Kagome just wasn’t the kind of girl a powerful, successful demon would pursue. She bowed graciously to her guest and brought them into the living room while she got dinner on the table.

Dinner at the shrine couldn’t compare to dinner at the Taisho estate and nobody tried to make it. There was a ham, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, canned cranberry sauce, store-bought crescent rolls and box-mix cranberry bread, but it tasted like all her childhood holidays so Kagome was content. Sesshoumaru was not, but would never allow his future mate’s family to see that.

The look her mother had given her when she introduced him spoke volumes: she had given up on her daughter. Kagome thought they had reached an accord, but the truth was her mother lacked faith in her. Her grandfather, on the other hand, hadn’t and probably never would. He was currently making her laugh, teasing her about how she must love working at a hospital full of cute doctors.

He just had to speak up, “Mr. Higurashi, this Sesshoumaru is one of those doctors.” Kagome met his eyes with a surprised giggle and he found the frivolity had been worth it.

Her grandfather sputtered before saying, “Well, you be sure to introduce our girl to one of your human friends. A good one. She has the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known but the worst luck meeting good men.”

Keeping his thoughts to himself, he inclined his head, replying cryptically, “This Sesshoumaru will make her future happiness my mission.” He met her eyes across the table, and she smiled, amused. ‘Hn. No blush this time. She has likely already explained away our earlier encounter as a platonic wish to be her friend and pack mate and is seeking to distance herself from this Sesshoumaru. She may try, but she will fail.’

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Dinner at the shrine had gone well and the ride home was uneventful save for the niggling doubt in her mind that told her that demons trying to be friends didn’t kiss a girl’s hand after purposely and sensually rubbing her body over his. Tomorrow at work, she’d corner Inuyasha and force him to tell the truth about his brother. He seemed so different from the cold, unaffected demon he had told her about. Could that talk with his father and brother have melted that much ice?

They arrived at her tiny house and he carried her bags for her. She unlocked the door and opened it then turned and reached for her bags.

He shook his head at her. “I will put them down inside.”

Though she really didn’t want him to see the state of her home, she knew a brick wall when she saw one. She held the door for him and he walked into her home.

And he thought the shrine was small. She had told him she lived in a two bedroom apartment, and he shuddered to think how small the bedrooms must be. From his estimation using the outside dimensions and what he could see from her kitchen, she likely had between 500-550 square feet of space, though he could see from the furniture in the living room, she was used to larger spaces. Her couch was large and deep and she had a rug on the floor that was too big for the space and curled up the wall on the edges. From what he could see, the living room was tastefully decorated in a conservative style with accents of red and gold: his colors. He would be pleased, but for the distracting clutter all over her couch and ottoman and the layers of dust and cat hair on every other surface. Was that a Chinese takeout container?

He stepped into the living room to put her bags on the floor as the only table was a counter-height piece only big enough to shelter the two bar stools beneath it and on top of it was an empty pet food bowl. Her cat, likely sensing his aura, was nowhere to be seen. He turned and stared into the tiniest bedroom he had ever seen. She was wise to remove the doors to the room and closet because there was no room to open them. While he could tell the bedding was of the highest quality and freshly cleaned, it was mostly balled up in the center of the bed where she had left it the last time she had gotten up. What floor space there was was mostly covered in discarded clothing. This most definitely would not do. She was better than this. He wondered how soon he could get her to move out of this place. Though his family maintained caves, he was feeling decidedly claustrophobic in her home.

She was staring at him. He could tell she was embarrassed by the mess. And probably doubly embarrassed that he’d been staring at her very intriguing bras on the floor of her bedroom, but he merely shrugged a shoulder when she apologized and blushed.

Moving on to the business he had come in for, he said, “You will tell me your schedule. This Sesshoumaru would like to work when you work.”

Blinking and gaping like a fish, she managed an “OK” before grabbing her phone out of her purse. She had to move about three weeks’ worth of mail from her kitchen counter to find her notepad, but when she did she wrote her schedule out for him.

Taking the piece of paper with him, he strode through the kitchen and to the back door they had entered. She followed him and after he opened and stepped through the door, she had her hand on the knob, ready to say goodbye when he grasped her other hand. She watched as he kissed her knuckles just as he had done in the park. Still holding her hand he said, “Bring your present to work with you.” Then he turned and walked away, leaving her breathless and confused.

‘The swimsuit?’

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