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Kagome's Blue Light	By : Earthnfarie Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 9813 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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   Kagome left at dawn. She tracked Inuyasha’s scent to the hut he shared with Kikyou. She paused when she smelled the still strong smell of graveyard soil. She knew instantly it was the youkai of the jewel’s way of letting some know that this woman was the failed miko of the Shikon no Tama- the corrupt Shikon miko. Kagome tried to block the smell as much as possible. Before she could start forward she heard it. It was a faint whimper, followed by a sigh of contentment. The undeniable scent of Inuyasha’s human blood hit Kagome hard. She struggled to stay in control of her beast. She wanted to skin Kikyou, but she knew she had to be sure before she made too many assumptions. Silently she snuck to the window, and glimpsed inside. What Kagome saw sickened her. She knew there was no way she could look at either of them with a straight face right now. He beast was fighting for control. She had to get away before it won. So she silently left, and disappeared into the forest.
   Kagome raced through the trees as fast as she could. When she finally stopped at a small stream for a drink the scene flashed in her mind again. This time, unafraid, she lashed out. She ripped trees, and slashed them. She took out her rage, much like Inuyasha had, on the forest. When she finally sat back, she reflected it was better the trees than people. She went to the stream and drank. Sango needed her, or would soon. Kagome rose. She needed to get moving to reach the village by nightfall, but then again it would be nice to have another night under the stars. Kagome began to walk, and reveled in the quiet of the forest. She wasn’t in too much of a hurry. She let the forest and nature was over her. Soon night fall came, and she continued to walk. She felt so peaceful her, and alone.
   As she walked she began to hear noises in the woods. She didn’t mind. She let her miko power spread out, and felt all around her. Most of the noises were just nocturnal animals coming out to live and forage. She felt some lesser youkai around, but they were staying pretty clear of her. They wanted nothing more to do with her than she wanted to do with them. But off further she felt a presence that was menacing. She kept her guard up, and continued to walk. She wasn’t the defenseless maiden she seemed to be, and she pitied anyone whom might cross her.
   She stopped to spend some time in the forest. She didn’t want to reach the village in the middle of the night, so she lingered about. That was when the youkai out there moved it. She smelled them before they reached her. Two men, both smelled bad, and were weak. As they got closer she flared her miko powers to warn them, but knew it wouldn’t do any good.
   “Look at what we have here,” the first one drawled out. “You’re rather pretty; you’ll make a good sale.”
   Kagome looked the man in the eyes unafraid. So they were slave traders, they wouldn’t live tonight even if they wised up and left her alone. “Go away; I’m not in the mood to play tonight.”
   “Oh then why else would you be out here all alone?” The man snickered as he moved in closer. “Admit you want it.”
   Kagome only acknowledged him by flaring her miko powers again. This time the other man spoke. “She’s a miko; we should let her be.”
   Kagome’s eyes locked on his. He was afraid. He didn’t want to be here. She had a good feeling he didn’t want to be going this at all. “Shut up, brother.” The man closer to her growled out. “This is not your choice.” He saw Kagome’s eye were still on his brother, and growled. “Hey, bitch, look at me.”
Kagome didn’t. He reached for her, and she caught his wrist. She didn’t look at him as she held his wrist; she continued to look at his brother. The man growled again, and brought up his other hand. “I wouldn’t.” She warned him. He laughed, and tried to strike her. She caught it easily too, and let a little of her power into her hand. The purifying power burned him. She smiled, and released his wrist as he cried out and jerked back. She continued to look at the other man and smell and felt his fear climbing. “What’s your name?”
The man in Kagome’s grasp looked at his timid brother, “Don’t answer her!”
He gulped, looking back and forth between the two, and then he spoke, “Haru.”
Kagome smiled, and silenced the man in her grasp, whom was cussing up a storm, with another jolt of her power. “Silence, or it will hurt more.” She told him still looking at his brother. “Haru, do you want to be doing this?” She asked him. She saw him glance at his brother. “Don’t worry he can’t do anything right now.” As if to prove it he jerked away from her. Kagome easily held him, and sent a stronger jolt through him.
Haru took heart from this. “No, I don’t want to be like him. I don’t want to be a slave trader, but if I don’t he will hunt me down and kill me.”
Kagome smiled. “Go, live the life you want to.”
Haru hesitated. “You’re going to kill him aren’t you?” Kagome made no reply. Haru looked at his brother. “I’m sorry brother, but I like the humans, and I think my place is with them.”
“They’ll never accept you Haru! Don’t you get it? They will kill you.” The man at Kagome’s feet yelled at him.
“Not far from here is a village called Edo. If you go there and announce yourself they will not kill you. Ask to speak with Kaede, and tell her that Kagome Higurashi sent you. They won’t trust you at first, but if you prove yourself to them, they will accept you. They are good people, and open minded.” Kagome told him. She saw he was filing away everything she said.
“How do you know they won’t kill me?” He asked.
Kagome smiled. “They had a hanyou living there for a long time.”
“And now?”
“He made a choice, and now is human. He still lives there.”
The man nodded, he looked at his brother again. “Goodbye brother.” Then he bowed to Kagome, and left following the road.
“Bitch, you send him to his death.”
“No I sent him to a better life. Perhaps I will see him again.” She looked down on the youkai. She smiled at him, and purified him. She washed her hand, and continued on her journey.

**-**
   It was just as the sun was breaking over the horizon, painting the sky with lovely oranges and pinks, that Kagome saw the old slayer village. She smiled at the sight of it. It had clearly been fixed up, and cleaned. It looked as it did before Naraku. ‘Sango should be proud.’ Kagome thought as she quickened her steps.
   She was just outside the wall when an anguished scream split the air. Kagome’s heart clenched painfully. ‘Sango!’ She raced to her friend. She slowed outside a hut where several people were gathered.
“Get out! All of you! Go! Get away!” Sango was screaming. She was in her usual kimono, and blocking the doorway with her body. Kagome couldn’t miss her bulged belly.
“Sango-sama, he is dead, we must lay him to rest.” A woman said.
‘What?! Who is dead?’
“No! You’re not going anywhere near him! It’s not his time! You’ll see!”
Kagome pushed through the crowd of people to get to her friend. She ignored the glares she was getting.
“GET-” Sango froze. “Kagome?”
Kagome rushed to her sister, and embraced her. “Sango, what is going on?”
Sango was leaning heavily on her, but Kagome barely noticed. “It’s Miroku, he’s- he’s-”
“He’s dead.” One of the women spoke.
“No! It can’t be! I saw a painting, you had like ten kids!”
Sango pulled back, hope raging through her, and stared into Kagome’s eyes. “Really?”
“Yes. There must be some mistake.” Kagome said patting her back. Could Kagome have been mistaken? Could Sango have had a painting made with the image of her husband imposed in memory? But then where did all those kids come from? There were many questions to be answered, and Kagome feared that Miroku was dead. Kagome wondered if she could save him, or perhaps Sesshomaru and his sword could.
“You shouldn’t tell her things like that. She needs to accept her husband’s death, and move on.” Came the same woman’s voice again.
Kagome whirled on the woman pissed. “Are you a trained healer?”
The woman hesitated. “No, but-”
“No buts,” Kagome cut her off. “I am. I will be the one to make the diagnosis.”
“And who are you?!” The woman asked angered.
Kagome flared her aura, and straightened up. “I am the Shikon no Tama Miko.” The crowd gasped, and began to murmur. Kagome turned back to Sango. She was worried now. When she had flared her aura she didn’t feel Miroku’s respond. “Sango, I must see him immediately.”
Sango nodded, “Yes of course.” Sango shot a glare at everyone else in the village, and then lead Kagome into her ill husband. As Kagome went to his side Sango explained. “He has been fighting youkai alone in other villages to help make more money, and get more food. He came back from the one before last, and said he wasn’t feeling well. He hasn’t gotten better. On this last demon I begged him to let someone else go, but he said their need was great. I was tired, and let him go. When he came back he was much worse. He kept getting sicker and sicker. When a miko healer came she said it was the wasting disease, and there was nothing to do. Kagome I did everything I could, but nothing worked. Then last night he sighed, and then-” She chocked.
In the moment of silence Sango created as she tried to gather her thoughts and not give into her looming grief, Kagome heard it. Before Sango could speak again Kagome shushed her. Kagome tilted her head to the side listening intently. Sango knew her friend meant no offence, and waited with baited breath. Kagome stepped closer to Miroku, and heard it again. She nearly cried out in relief. She knelt next to him, and put her hand on his chest. She closed her eyes, and concentrated. She delved deep, and found Miroku’s consciousness hiding deep within himself. “He put himself into stasis to try and heal himself.” She told Sango. She heard the girl let out a sigh of relief that she echoed.
“How did you know?” She asked.
“I didn’t.” Kagome replied as she stood. “I heard his heart beat.” Sango looked at her puzzled. Kagome glanced at the covered door. “Sango, don’t freak out.” Sango nodded, and Kagome took off her necklace. She let Sango get a good look at her, and then quickly replaced it.
“So I did see you change.”
Kagome nodded, “Yes, but Inuyasha can’t know.”
Sango nodded. “What of my husband?”
Kagome looked back at Miroku. “I’m going to need some herbs. Most grow around here so I will pick them, but I think you should stay with him.” Sango nodded, and Kagome ducked outside. She saw several people stop and stare at her as she did. A man approached Kagome, and she waited for him.
“How is he?”
Kagome sized him up, and decided he must have been important. “He’s not dead. He put himself into a very deep sleep to preserve his energy, and try to heal himself.” Kagome noticed most people were listening.
The man nodded accepting of this. “Why did he not tell us first? We wanted to bury him.”
“I suspect he didn’t know. From what Sango explained he must have done it in his sleep, so he probably didn’t know it was going to happen. His reiki did it to save him.” Kagome explained.
“Can you heal him?” There was desperation in this man’s eyes.
“I can do my best, but some of it will be up to him. Knowing Miroku he won’t resist the chance to have so many kids.” Kagome moved away to gather what she needed, but the man caught his arm.
“Please, you said you had seen them with numerous children… I know that strong mikos sometimes have visions of the future, is that how you knew?”
Kagome looked at him calculatingly. Then as if hesitant she said, “Yes. Please I need to gather some supplies.”
He released her automatically, “Of course, anything you need let anyone in the village know, and we will do our best to fulfill it.” Kagome nodded at him, and hurried he away.
Once outside the village she began to sniff around for the herbs she needed. She found a good patch quickly, and knew this had to have been a formers healer’s garden once. Now it was Sango’s god send. Kagome settled down to pick what she needed and reflected on Miroku.
The wasting disease was a horrid thing. She smelled it so strongly in him. She had grown up knowing it as something that wasn’t such a horrid name: Cancer. When she had touched on his body she had felt it everywhere- his stomach, liver, lungs, heart, brain, prostate- everywhere. She knew she wouldn’t be able to heal him in one shot. She would have to do it like Chemo, in portions- both for her and him. Kagome glanced over her shoulder at the new slayers village. She wasn’t sure Miroku would live, but she would do everything she could to help. Shippou was right this would be hard.
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