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To Protect the Alpha Female	By : Sylean Category: InuYasha > General Views: 10682 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 14: To be Perplexed by Females

It was beginning to look like finding the elusive Naraku was going to be much easier than catching the oblivious miko’s heart, even though he hadn’t a clue where the vermin hid. The journey back to his entourage was taken at an intentionally slow pace to give Sesshomaru plenty of time to think. He reminded himself why he was after her to begin with. She was powerful and had survived him with her own strength; even if the sword had been used as a tool, it was her powers that had been channeled through the fang to create a barrier. It was a technique he was well associated with, for the purpose of a demon sword was to serve as a pathway to direct ones own, immaterial power into the form of a physical attack. When Inuyasha used the fang of destruction, it took the form of large blades, whereas when he used it, it created a massive, singular blast that could split a mountain. The priestess used the same weapon, but in a defensive manner, and formed a barrier against her skin. It was up to the user what form the channeled power would take. He briefly entertained the possibility of having a weapon forged for her when the most annoying, high-pitched voice shattered his musings.

“Lord Sesshomaru,” Jaken giggled like an obsessive female, “you’re back, Milord.” He stated the obvious and was immediately tuned out.

“Welcome back, Lord Sesshomaru,” Rin grinned cheerily, clutching a chain of flowers in her tiny hands.

“Rin,” he addressed the more pleasant of the two, “you have fared well?”

“Yes, Milord. I’ve been weaving flowers like Kagome showed me,” she held up her prized accomplishment. He just gave her the slightest nod. “I kind of miss Kagome.” She told him boldly, albeit truthfully. “I want to show her how good I’ve gotten at making flower necklaces.”

“Shut-up you annoying child,” Jaken chastised. “Don’t bother Lord Sesshomaru with your stupid weeds.” She winced slightly, worried that maybe she was bothering him, but didn’t give Jaken any indication of such. Her Lord Sesshomaru had never told her to stop, so until he did, she would ignore Jaken’s orders. She observed he was often mistaken about Sesshomaru’s wishes anyway.

‘Does she know?’ Sesshomaru wondered over her sudden desire to commune with the priestess he had just seen. ‘Doubtful, she is just speaking her mind again. I shall find a time for the two to speak.’

‘Finally! This is the break I’ve been waiting for,’ Inuyasha thought smugly, ‘Kouga has no grounds for claiming Kagome after all.’ The flea-bag was already engaged. Inuyasha may not have any privilege, or Kagome’s permission, to kill him but at least the wolf had no valid claim. He kept trying to assert that he didn’t remember, but the lie was plain to smell on him. Kagome was not one to forget something like this, she would never let him just discard a promise. Even if he kept trying, he had already lost any chance with her; Inuyasha knew that much about her.

Admittedly, Kagome had pondered once if Kouga’s claim of love was serious. She doubted it, seeing as he declared it before even getting to know her, but it was flattering, until, of course, she found out he was trying to get out of a promise to marry Ayame. The female wolf demon, seemingly less mature, even if she was many decades older, was head over heels in love with the cocky wolf. It was very similar to how she, herself had been with Inuyasha, and even though her feelings turned out to be one-sided, she hoped for Ayame’s sake, that she could sway Kouga’s heart and get him to keep his promise. Kouga was a good guy after all, but did he really expect her to believe he loved her, after only half a day of being kidnapped?

At least she knew Sesshomaru would be honest with her; he flat out told her he didn’t love her. She chuckled to herself at the glaring differences between the two, like night and day. How ironic that it was the demon the color of the silver moon that was the honest one. Wasn’t the daylight supposed to bring out the truth, reveal monsters to be mere figments, and not the reverse? Such was her atypical life.

When she believed Inuyasha liked her, not as a “sister” figure, but in a romantic way, or as romantic as he could get at least, her mind had been swimming with thoughts of him. Every other thought was of the gruff hanyou; his cute ears, his crass way of showing how he cared, his few half-compliments, his irritating way of ticking her off, his disregard for her feelings, his… Why had she fallen for him again? Looking back, she really couldn’t find a reason. Hindsight, if only it could be granted ahead of time, but then, what fun would that be; the adventure would be taken out of life. She smiled, she was happy with how things were. They didn’t have to be perfect to make her grateful for what she had, her friends and family and even the odd acquaintances and allies they picked up along the way. She was a joyous person, but still… Her mind felt empty, having no one consuming her every thought. It was... foreign. And in all honesty, as freeing as it was, it felt so, repetitive and dull. She wanted to feel, wanted to be in love. But there was no one she felt could fit that role.

Good news and bad news. The good news, they met three monkey sprites and their god who detected Naraku’s presence and gave them directions: towards the ox and tiger; northeast. The bad news, Kagome caught a cold, thus forcing them to return to Kaede’s village for her to rest. While Inuyasha was out pouting, Sango and Miroku suggested she go home, since the medicine in her era was more powerful and she could rest more comfortably. It was a fairly quick recovery from there, despite the abundance of company she received. Her three friends came over to wish her well, as did Hojo. Hojo just couldn’t resist asking her, “When you’re well, would you like to go see a movie? It shouldn’t be too exhausting for you.”

She was about to decline but her friends took over for her and accepted, saying how she’d love too. He left soon after, giving Kagome the chance to scold them for forcing her into a date with Hojo. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him; he was probably the nicest and most considerate boy she knew. He wasn’t bad looking either. If she had never been exposed to the unearthly beauty of demons, especially those with perfect, flowing silver hair, she probably would have been very happy with the boy from her own time. But seeing as she had, he just didn’t elicit any kind of spark in her; he was too ordinary.

“Why did you guys do that?” she chastised.

“Oh come on, Kagome,” they chastised right back, “you stood him up and blow him off at every turn; we had to.”

“Yeah, your relationship with delinquent man is obviously derailed, why not at least give Hojo a chance?” another continued ganging up on her.

“How do you know you don’t like him when all you do is try to avoid him?” Ayumi, the romantic voice of reason between the three added. “One date won’t hurt anything and maybe you will find you like him. He’s perfect for you.”

She really didn’t have a choice now. What was she going to say? “Sorry, but I have to go jump though a time well and fight demons that want a priceless jewel that was ripped from my body?” Yeah right, like that would go over well.

“Fine,” she agreed, “but after this, no more setting me up, okay?” They seemed content with that and agreed, but Kagome had a sneaking suspicion this would not be the last time they interfered in her love life.

She recovered from her cold faster than she would have liked, paradoxically, since it now meant she had a date to go on; a date to fake enjoyment through. She buried herself in the movie and tried to ignore the arm slinking over the back of her chair. Just as he was about to put his arm around her shoulders, Kagome shot up, using the excuse of having to run to the bathroom. And the next time, her request was a drink of water, it was a torturous two hours, but like all things, it eventually came to an end. However, the worst part was coming; when he would walk her to her door. Would he try to kiss her? How can I get out of that? Would mom or Souta open the door and kill his attempt, please? Oh no, he was leaning in now. The panic rose, her eyes darted around for an answer, an answer that came in the form of a glimpse of silver hair; Inuyasha! Her mind ran frantically in the last second, before a word quietly, but urgently, slipped from her lips, “Sit.”

Her friend crashed from the roof he was leaning over, rattling the ground where he landed around the corner of the house. The “earthquake” startled Hojo and halted his romantic attempt. “Sorry Hojo, have to go see what that was. See you later!” she hollered as she was jogging away and waving over her shoulder. Never before had she been so grateful for Inuyasha’s impatience in coming to get her. Rounding the house, she peeked through the leaves of the bushes and saw Hojo leaving. She breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground next to Inuyasha eating dirt.

“What the hell was that for? And who was that guy?” Inuyasha growled.

“Thank you for coming to get me, Inuyasha,” she smiled, completely throwing him off-guard. “And sorry I sat you, I needed a distraction to get away from him.”

“Uhh, you’re welcome?” he pulled himself up. “If you wanted a distraction I could have done that without you needing to sit me.” He crossed his arms aggravated. She just giggled and stood.

“You’re ready for me to go back, I take it?” she asked the fuming boy.

“Why else would I be here?” he bit out, upset but not nearly as venomously as he had in the past. Maybe because she just no longer took everything he said so seriously; storing it in her heart and lamenting over ever syllable. It came off as much more casual and playful banter in her mind.

“Let me just get my stuff and we can go,” she turned and walked into her house. ‘At least I got a chance to restock on all our supplies before the long trek to find Naraku,’ she mused about the positives of her getting sick and needing to come home. ‘Thank you, Inuyasha. You “saved” me.’

“It is possible for her to birth a full-blooded demon heir,” Totosai had told him. Sesshomaru’s eyes had widened ever so slightly in surprise at the news, but then, whose wouldn’t upon learning this, “but then again, it could also be full human.” This, however, deflated any astonishment and replaced it with disdain, shown in his narrowed eyes. “This is dependent on which of you is the stronger of the two.”

The stoic demon lord let his mind recap the enlightening conversation as he led his entourage through the countryside. Rin and Jaken chatted amongst themselves, consisting mostly of flowers and menial things.

“You know she has much power, as do you, but do you think yours can overpower hers?”

He had seen her power on several occasions, but he refused to believe it to be stronger than his. He was cautious, for if he were to unleash his full power, his unusually vicious and bloodthirsty beast, the devastation could be that which would still scar the land centuries later. Her well of power, he could sense it was vast, deep, and securely locked away, too.

“For a full-blooded heir, your blood would need to blend with her purity and overwhelm the human blood in the child. A human heir would be the exact opposite; her purity would purify your demon blood in the child. Should neither of you be able to overpower the other, I would imagine the child would be a half-breed, but perhaps with a resistance to purifying energies.”

The only priestesses’ known that had ever been comparable to Kagome in power, Midoriko and Tsukiyomi, and that had taken demon lovers, had not lived long enough to conceive. And both demons, Magatsuhui and Hoshiyomi, had met their end because of these women; because of the feelings they held for these women. They were tales he had been told as a pup, intended to be a warning, by his mother.

“There are only examples of such successful couplings at lower levels of power, priestesses that have minimal powers, and are thus easily overwhelmed or taken forcefully by lesser demons that derived children of various mixing of blood. Being as massive as both your pools of energy are, it would breed a child of massive strength, regardless of its blood.”

His child would be full demon, even if he had to undergo perilous and harsh training to ensure such. There was no way he would sire a human.

“It is a perilous union for certain, not only for her, but for you,” this statement by the older demon caught his attention. How could it be dangerous to bed a human, even if she was a priestess? He could easily overpower her with the minimal amount of training she had. “You are well aware that she has the power to harm you if she so chose and learned how to control it. It is rare to find one such as she, the instances where I have even heard of similar beings, in all of my centuries, I can count on one hand. And never had I seen one in person, until her.”

“Similar beings?” this had him bemused. She was human, nothing more.

“Don’t tell me you do not know from where a priestess gains her powers?” Totosai asked, stunned that the dog would be clueless on this.

“I believed that to be a legend,” a story told to pups, just as his parents had told him.

“It is not; it is what she is. She will have to trust you completely, and you her, otherwise, an attempted union would result in one of you being killed,” with this final warning, Sesshomaru seemed content to leave the topic alone for now. With a brief speculative glaze over his golden eyes, they hardened and he turned to leave. ‘Do you think you can accomplish such a task Sesshomaru, inciting feelings in her as well as yourself?’ Totosai thought to himself as he gave him a gauging look; narrowed, knowing eyes scanning him over. He could clearly guess that the boy was going to attempt to lure her into the emotion of love while remaining unaffected himself. ‘Foolish pup.’ He may not actually be a pup any longer, but the vast age difference made the elderly sword smith think of the younger, inexperienced demon as an overgrown, dangerous puppy. He had much to learn.

That had been quite some time ago, but it still resonated strongly. It was rather insightful suddenly learning that a myth was reality, it shed substantial light on her, and explained much of her peculiarities. But if that were truly what she was, he would need to gain her trust, not just as an ally, but completely. She would need to trust her life in his hands, explicitly, and know he would never hurt her. Just as Rin did. He tuned his senses to the young girl that followed him of her own accord. Why? Was there a reason why she gave him her complete trust? And could he trust Kagome as such? He was not sure she was deserving of such an honor, since her powers had lashed at him several times already. He would teach her not to strike at him; she would learn her lesson.

He needed some answers. Stopping abruptly, the little toad holding Ah-Un’s lead didn’t even notice the cease in motion and ran smack into Sesshomaru’s leg. It was far from the first time that the nuisance, who was just barely useful enough to keep around, had done so. “Jaken,” his smooth voice had the little green demon groveling on the ground.

“I’m sorry, Milord,” he bowed low, “I won’t do it again.”

“Take Ah-Un and find the nearest source of water,” he commanded emotionlessly.

“Yes, Milord,” Jaken hopped up on the dragon-steed’s back in front of Rin and prepared to take off.

“Rin, you will stay,” he added, seeing that Jaken was about to take her with him, assuming the order was to leave him alone and take Rin fishing. In actuality, he just wanted the imp gone for a bit so he could get the answers he wanted from his ward. He needed to know why she gave a demon, himself, her complete trust.

“Okay,” she slipped off cheerily; glad to be permitted to stay with him. She stood at his side with a wide smile as Jaken flew off, grumbling the whole while.

(A/N: Partial credit for this conversation, as well as the prior concept of them needing to trust each other to couple, goes to Yuuki no Yuki. Keep up the detailed reviews.)

"Rin,” he addressed her, turning twin, heated suns on her appraisingly, “why do you follow this Sesshomaru?"

Wasn’t it obvious? "Because Lord Sesshomaru is the nicest person Rin has ever met, and is so dashing and attentive, and because Lord Sesshomaru makes Rin feel safe!"

"Because of this Sesshomaru's strength?" he sought clarification. If that was all it was, he would simply need to prove his superiority by protecting the priestess.

"No, silly! Because Lord Sesshomaru makes sure Rin is happy, and Rin is not alone anymore, and always has enough food, and leads Rin to fields of flowers,” she continued to ramble and list off every miniscule thing he had ever done for her, “…and leaves Ah-Un with Rin for company if he ever has to go away!"

Her energy was overwhelming, "...and what makes Rin happy?" Kagome had put an emphasis on the word, and Rin mentioned it as well. It must be important to humans.

"Hmm, flowers?” Rin asked herself, thinking out loud. “Yes! Rin likes when she can make flower crowns!" Her declaration was met with silence. Surely, such a childish desire would not translate to the priestess. She may still be young, but she had clearly reached physical maturity, her scent told him as much. Rin continued to chatter about other childlike and inconsequential things she liked to do, “… and even Jaken can look pretty when he is covered in flower necklaces, and…”

Sesshomaru used to think that it would be unlikely to ever understand the unbearable mind of a demoness, but this was a whole other ordeal altogether. Understanding the heart of a human female seemed an excruciatingly impossible task.
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