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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 16

Kagura took a seat on the other side of the pod after she apologized profusely to Kagome for her treatment of her and Inuyasha couldn’t resist a “told ya’ so.” The rest of the night went by in a flash.

On the way to the car, Sesshoumaru suggested breakfast, knowing how much Kagome loved the meal, shooting a meaningful glance and a minute head shake to his brother telling him to decline the invitation. Proving himself capable of reading Sesshoumaru eyespeak, Inuyasha said he couldn’t ‘cause he needed to jump a hanyou and Kagome laughed and rolled her eyes. Sesshoumaru was less amused, but pleased regardless that his brother comprehended his subtle message. His brother’s assistance with his chosen was proving invaluable.

Instead of taking Kagome to a restaurant, Sesshoumaru drove to his home in the country after dropping off his brother. She was definitely surprised that he would invite her into his privacy. He obviously liked living away from people as about 10 miles ago, they’d turned in to the unwelcoming, dirt driveway posted with “No Trespassing” signs. They were in a dense tunnel of trees with only a small window of light at the end.

After what seemed like forever, the trees broke and there in front of them was a lovely, ancient shiro, much like his father’s estate, only a little smaller from what she could see, which really wasn’t saying much because they were both sprawling. The cherry wood gleamed in the sunlight as if it had just been sealed.

As she stared in awe at the beautiful home that blended into the nature around it, Sesshoumaru smiled at her reaction and said, “It is of youkai construction. My land is spell-protected just as father’s is to keep anyone not specifically invited from ever finding it. Even if they manage to find the only entrance, they will magically find themselves back there facing the exit. As you can see, the wood was preserved with a magic stain that never needs resealing and protects against damage even in the unlikely event of a natural disaster. In the mountain are caves filled with hot springs. One in particular I have enlarged myself and furnished it for when I mate.”

Remembering how Inuyasha and Shiori had sequestered themselves to a cave on his father’s lands after their marriage ceremony, she smiled. “I’ve always thought that must be so romantic ever since I heard of the custom when Inuyasha was mated. To hide away from everyone and everything and spend every moment bonding with your mate…it’s just beautiful.”

“Hn.” He was definitely happy to hear her say that. He wanted her to be accepting of his inu nature and all that his instincts demanded.

Parking the car in the garage, he got out and came around to her door, letting her out and taking her small hand. Taking a closer look, her hands were incongruous to the rest of her frame. She was tall with long legs and otherwise proportionate even in her current ample proportions, but she had the hands of a child: small palms, short fingers, even tiny nail beds. He was stuck with how well they suited her. When she wasn’t mired down, she approached the world like a child, with exuberance and awe, and maintained an innocence to her soul despite her past.

Noticing his attention on her hand she said, “Yeah. They’re little. My piano professor, Ms. Min, was a total dominatrix. She took it as a personal affront that my fingers couldn’t span an octave on the keyboard so we had private lessons every day where she would grab my thumb in one hand and my pinky in the other and pull, hard, for fifteen minutes apiece. Who knows if it actually worked or if I just grew, but by the time I graduated, I could just barely make it.”

She cocked a crooked smile at him and he felt an extraordinary lightness in his chest, as though he were freefalling. He stared into her eyes brimming with mirth and asked, deadpan, “Did she pull on your legs, too?”

She blinked before erupting in giggles. ‘He really is a different demon when he’s not around other people!’ She marveled at his control over his face. He had barely changed his expression at all, but his eyes were laughing with her.

Smiling a small smile that showed the barest hint of a fang down at her, he said, “Come. I will show you my home.”

He slid open the door and showed her inside. His home smelled like him, of woods and spice. The foyer was ample and showed off the high ceiling domed with a skylight and the gleaming cherry floors, with cedar closets to either side of the doorway, which she noticed as he took her coat and scarf from her. He allowed his hand to graze over her skin as she handed him the items and they both shivered at the sensation.

After putting away their things and doffing their shoes, Sesshoumaru took her hand and led her into the first room on the right. He didn’t need to tell her where they were. This was very obviously Sesshoumaru’s study. His scent was strong in here. The cherry floors were covered in a large, red, oriental rug and though it reminded her of the one she had in her home, she could easily tell his was the real thing and quite likely antique. His large mahogany desk with computer desk sitting perpendicular took up most of the room, with built in, floor to ceiling, intricately carved shelving covering the walls. Behind the desk was a wall of windows, with short built in book cases below. Every available shelf was filled with books. In front of the desk were two low, uncomfortable looking chairs while behind, his was tall to accommodate his frame as well as the better to stare down whoever came, unwelcome, into his office, and it was of luxurious padded leather that looked so buttery soft it had to have been broken in and well conditioned for years.

There was a door to the left, and he led her through it. This was obviously the library, but what a library! There were magnificent, floor to ceiling, built-in, carved mahogany bookshelves on three walls with five bookcases running perpendicular into the wall of windows. Nearest the window were large, overstuffed chairs and an equally comfy-looking couch facing the idyllic rock garden outside. In the corner stood a large, marble fireplace and next to it, a stack of wood. There was a door straight across the room. As she crossed the threshold she could feel the change in temperature and humidity and looked to him with amazed eyes.

Answering with a nod, he said, “Hn. I keep the environment in this room ideal for preserving literature. This room holds only a small portion of my collection of reading material. The rest is in storage in a vault with similar environmental controls in the basement.”

“Wow…,” it was all she could say. As someone who was always reading, she was in awe of his collection and was just itching to check and see if there were as many first editions in this room as she was sure there were. And were those…scrolls?

Tugging lightly on her hand, he pulled the wonderstruck miko through to the next room which wasn’t nearly so impressive. In fact, aside from the built in bookshelves, it was quite empty. She looked to him in confusion.

His eyes smiling down at her, looking deeply into her eyes, he said, “This will be my mate’s study. As you can see, the proportions are the same as my own. I have left it empty so that she may choose her own furnishings.”

“That’s really romantic, that you’re already planning for her.”

“Not only for her. Come. You will see.” He led her out of the room and back out into the long hallway. At the rear, it came to a “T” with sliding doors in front and he led her off to the right. “This is the family wing,” he said.

He led her past several bedrooms, finally coming to the door at the end of the hall. Sliding open the door, he led her in to his private chambers.

Her breath caught in her throat at her first look at his room. Yes, she was a little nervous to be in his bedroom, but it was also amazingly lovely. There was natural light everywhere, filtering in through golden sheers that looked as though they were spun with real gold thread, they shimmered so. On the floor was an impossibly large white fur rug that felt blissful under toes she couldn’t help wiggling into the softness. The bed was on a dais in the center back wall. It was the largest bed she’d ever seen. It was definitely larger than a California King and those were humongous. It was covered in white satin sheets and a large silver fur that matched the one on the floor; the head of the bed was stuffed with lush satin pillows, with a square one bearing two magenta stripes in the very center. The bed was made of silver and had a canopy with the same gold sheers that graced the windows. ‘He decorated in his colors!’

To the left, past an intimate sitting area with a fireplace, there was a hall that led to his and hers walk-in closets—of course, hers was empty—and past them to the bathroom. When she stepped inside, she was awed. The dark moss green tile that looked like fallen leaves was surprisingly warm under her feet. There was a large tub that could easily fit four people that was carved out of solid white Italian marble. It had three faucets to fill it. Beside it was a large, two person walk-in shower with 10 shower heads, 5 for each person. There were twin sinks beneath two large, gilded mirrors. The counter was spelled to have that same look of fallen leaves. Kagome loved her baths and while she could have drooled in the library, she definitely had to wipe her mouth at the bathroom. There were shelves with greenery and orchids everywhere. It was like walking into a tropical paradise. Windows were set high on the walls with a domed skylight for a ceiling.

“I can’t imagine waking up to such a room, Sesshoumaru! This is amazing!” she exclaimed.

He was pleased to see her approval of his home. All he could think was that soon it would be her home as well. Eager to impress her he said, “The floors in here are heated geothermally. Geothermal vents provide all the heat and power for my home so I may live with modern conveniences without the modern world.”

From the look on her face, she was definitely impressed as all she could say was, “Wow!”

He took her hand again and led her back through the bedroom pausing at the door opposite, holding his breath, unsure what she would think of this next room. He opened the door and she followed him inside. He shouldn’t have worried because Kagome’s eyes instantly went large and soft as she looked around at the nursery.

There was a play area to one end of the room, carpeted in the same super soft fur. When she bent down to touch its silky, silver softness, he explained that the fur was created with his youki, that it was a part of him. There were two matched brown leather chairs where he and his mate could watch their children play. On the other end was an ancient, hand-carved wooden crib with exquisite detail of dog demons in their true forms. At the head of the crib, there was a carved crescent moon. It had to have been his. Next to it stood a rocking chair carved with a similar motif. On shelves were toys from so many eras. There was everything from priceless Chinese porcelain dolls to hand carved wooden cars.

Smiling wryly, she walked over to a shelf by one of the windows. Reaching down, she picked up the miniature daiyoukai. This was truly the demon from her dreams: he was wearing a pristine, white kimono with red, honeycombed sakura blossoms, a blue and gold obi tied at his waist, some sort of boa made from his fur over his shoulder and spiked armor over top. His white hakama ballooned out at the ankles and his feet were protected by leather boots. Still, she would know him anywhere. She turned and held it up, raising an eyebrow in a perfect imitation of him.

He explained, “You will notice I included the whole family in the commission. I disapprove of most modern toys and action figures. Instead, I will provide the stories of my younger days when demons still held dominion over the wilds of the earth and my children can look up to their father as they learn and grow.”

Kagome was struck by how much thought he had put into planning for his family. And judging by the ages of some of the toys, he’d been doing so for a long time.

He scented the tears in her eyes seconds before she launched herself at him. Unsure what had changed her mood, he simply raised his arms to hold her, running his hand over her head as she clung to him.

He was able to understand her muffled voice as she spoke against his chest, “I thought I had it bad, looking for my one for what seemed to me like forever, feeling incomplete because I lacked a husband and a family, but you’ve wanted that for so much longer than me.” She raised her head, sniffling and staring up into his eyes as her chin rested on his chest, “My gods, I don’t know how anyone could have ever thought you were cold. You’re full of feeling. You just don’t like to show it to everyone, huh?”

He looked down into her sparkling blue eyes with everything he was beginning to feel for her and nodded. His left hand pulled her body gently against his while his right came up to cup her cheek. He just stood there holding her for long moments, softly stroking her cheek with his thumb. He moved his head down so his forehead touched hers and whispered, “This Sesshoumaru has shown you his home because he cares for you, Kagome. I want to know you and I want you to know me.”

Kagome was overwhelmed again, but it was by a much different emotion. All she could think was that this was the new most romantic moment in her life, beating out the encounter in the park. If only he wanted her the way she wanted him. She knew it was wrong, but she could totally see herself living at his side here, raising their absolutely beautiful, silver haired children and reading books cuddled up together in front of the fire. Or making love in that massive bed just made for pleasure. She’d had lots of sex, but never made love before. That bed, under that glittering canopy, on the softest fur she’d ever felt with her fantasy prince…it was all too much for her and she had to remind herself that it would never happen.

Still holding her body and head to his own, he felt the second when she got negative. He wasn’t going to let that happen this time, he only had to watch his words. Pulling back just far enough to look in her eyes he said, “Kagome, you are exactly the kind of woman I built this home for.” With that, he leaned in slowly, giving her time to move away if she wasn’t ready, and pressed his lips softly to hers.

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