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Suffering and Rebirth	By : scattered-dimensions Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 8853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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“Shippo, let go!” InuYasha yelled to the kitsune wrapped securely around his calf.
He shook his leg trying to dislodge the little fox, but his grip held firm.
“No…I…told…you…I’m…go…ing…” Shippo replied his voice bouncing to the tempo of InuYasha’s leg.
InuYasha abandoned his efforts in favor of trying to pry him off by his tail. Shippo turned his head and sunk is teeth into the fleshy web between his thumb and forefinger. InuYasha jerked his hand away inspecting the injury.
“Why you…” His fist made sound contact with the top of Shippo’s head, but the kit didn’t budge an inch.
Shippo buried his face in the fire rat hakama leg and sniffled.
“I’m going and you can’t stop me. I hung onto Kouga’s tail when he kidnapped Kagome and I can hang on to you, too. I won’t let go. I won’t.” Shippo said his voice muffled, but InuYasha could hear the pain in it, a pain that didn’t stem from a bump on the head.
“Shippo, I’ve told you already. It’s too dangerous.” InuYasha said with finality crossing his arms as if to drive the point home.
“I’m strong enough.” Shippo choked out, his little body vibrating from his sobs.
Miroku knelt to the upset kit’s level and patted his back comfortingly.
“No one’s contesting that fact, Shippo, but InuYasha is right.” He said with a soft smile.
“No, he’s not. Kagome’s my mo…I’m going.” Shippo amended his statement towards the end and Miroku sighed knowingly.
“The best thing you can do for Kagome right now is to stay clear of danger.” Miroku said in his best paternal softness, but Shippo wasn’t buying it.
“I’m going.” He repeated his voice strong and clear.
Miroku stood up causing the rings on his staff to jingle and turned towards Sango with imploring eyes. The tajiya stepped up and handed the baby off to her father before kneeling next to InuYasha’s kitsune ladened leg.
“We could use your help here in the village while InuYasha’s away.” She tried with a smile.
“Yeah right. There isn’t going to be an attack, because InuYasha scared them all off. Demons know better than to come here.” Shippo argued.
“What about the horde when…” Sango trailed off not wanting to say the words.
“That was because of that woman. It doesn’t matter what any of you say, I’m going to do my part to get Kagome back.” Shippo announced and InuYasha balled up his fist again ready to put his original plan into motion.
He felt small hands go around his elbow holding him back and looked down into the chestnut eyes of Rin.
“Please, InuYasha let him go with you. If anything, he could help protect us.” She pleaded causing InuYasha’s resolve to falter.
He pulled his arm free and crossed them over his chest.
“Keh, what do you mean us?” He asked not liking where this was going.
“Master Jaken and I were talking. Since we are in Lord Sesshomaru’s service, it’s only proper that we accompany you in your quest.” She explained knowing InuYasha was less than ecstatic about it from the look on his face.
“You mean Jaken refused to leave his Lord’s fate in the hands of a filthy half-breed?” InuYasha corrected sarcastically.
He watched Rin’s face flush clean to her neck. She turned away from him and gave a slight nod of her head in confirmation.
“I can’t let him go on his own, InuYasha. Something could happen to Master Jaken…like Lord Sesshomaru.” She said softly and InuYasha growled in frustration throwing his hands in the air.
“Fine. You two can go, but you slow me down even a little bit, your taking that dragon straight back here. Got it?” He said forcefully.
Shippo jumped off of his leg and hopped into Rin’s arms hugging her with crushing enthusiasm. InuYasha turned his back on the young girl when she smiled up at him. He’d been doing just fine until she showed up.
“You got five minutes to pack your shit. Daylight’s wasting.” He said marching off to Kaede’s hut.

“InuYasha, would ye like to sit?” Kaede asked thoughtfully when InuYasha entered her hut.
“Nah, I’m going to be leaving here in a little bit.” He said with a wave of his hand.
“In that case, I have something for ye.” Kaede said rising slowly to her feet.
She walked over to her supply shelf and InuYasha stooped to scratch Kirara behind her ears.
“If you see Shika, tell her to get her ass back home, ‘cuz Kagome’s going to be real upset when she gets back to find her missing.” InuYasha told her quietly and the neko mewed her understanding.
Kaede appeared before him with a simple linen bag that had the scent of herbs wafting heavily from it. He stood and took the gift from her with a small smile. It was a scent he had learned to enjoy. The healing herbs were bitter, but it had been his saving grace more times than he dared to count. More than that, it was a scent that was imbued on this woman, the little sister of his first love. He owed her so much, but words were never his strong suit.
“Ye may need those. Be careful, InuYasha.” She said wisely and InuYasha’s face fell.
Why did it sound like she was saying sound like she was saying so much more than goodbye? He inhaled again and grimaced at the scent saturating the air around the old Miko.
“Kaede, I’ve been meaning to ask you…” He started, but paused not sure how to proceed.
“Yes?” She urged.
“Are you okay?” He asked feeling dumb when her brow furrowed.
“I am as well as to be expected.” She answered like always, but there was something hidden in her words and it was eating at him.
“Kaede, are you sick?” He blurted lowering his head and fingering the bag in his hands.
He heard her sigh and looked up in time to see the saddened look on her face. His heart plummeted into his gut.
“I am and have been for some time.” She answered honestly.
“Isn’t there something we can do?” He asked almost piteously so, but Kaede shook her head.
“No, InuYasha. I am an old woman. It is but a natural part of life.” She explained giving him a reassuring smile.
“InuYasha! We’re ready!” Shippo called from outside and he turned to look at the covered door completely torn.
“Ye have a mission to complete.” Kaede said laying a wrinkled hand on his shoulder.
He looked down at her hunched form and thought back to fifty five years ago when she had only been a child. Her hair had been the color of Kikyou’s and she had just begun to dabble in the art of healing, her scent innocent with a small trace of the herbs he held in his hands. Now, it was all different and he had slept through her entire life.
It was Kaede that pushed Kagome and him to work together. It was Kaede who offered him refuge even after all he had done. It was Kaede that had fueled his hope during Kagome’s absence. She was also the only other person to understand his relationship with Kikyou outside of Kagome. Words simply could not express what that meant to someone like him.
“Yeah…yeah, you’re right. Listen up, you old hag, you better not go any damn where before I get back.” He exclaimed with none of his usual crassness.
“I will do my very best.” She replied with a small smile.
InuYasha nodded in satisfaction and tied the bag to his belt beside Tetsusaiga. He took one last look around the hut, his eyes coming to rest on the slumbering dark priestess. He bared his fangs feeling the anger rise within him fueling his determination and left the hut. He met the eyes of the ragtag group that was waiting on him.
He walked straight up to Rin lifting her by the waist. She giggled as he sat her on Ah-Un’s back. He checked the bags attached to the dragon and secured the ones that were too loose before patting one of the beasts’ necks.
“Hop up, Shippo. We’ve got to fly to make up for lost time.” He ordered slapping the saddle beside the girl.
Shippo did as he was told and Jaken scrambled his way up on the dragon’s back holding the reigns. InuYasha turned to Sango and Miroku.
“Keep safe and make sure that witch doesn’t try anything.” He told them authoritatively.
“Absolutely.” Miroku said and Sango nodded.
“Uncle InuYasha!” Two tiny voices exclaimed in unison.
The twins crashed into his legs trying to squeeze them off below the kneecaps. He patted them both on the head and they disentangled themselves looking up at him with dewy eyes.
“Alright, runts. I’m going to get answers to bring back your Aunt Kagome. You two better take care of your old man and your mom ‘til I get back, got it?” He ordered and they nodded in unison, their faces completely serious.
He took off at a run towards the West and Ah-Un took flight with his cargo safely aboard. InuYasha pushed himself harder than he had in a long time. He’d never felt the waning of time so deeply. He needed Kagome back now more than ever. They were losing Kaede and he wouldn’t let that happen if he could help it. He needed all of his family.

Sesshomaru had exited the train and was lucky enough to not be assaulted by a crowd. He thought to return to the Shrine, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was angry, frustrated, and above all else, sick of this world. He longed for home.
He held up the clawed hand that had been regrown with Bakusaiga in its grip as the images of all the faces staring and laughing at his expense flowed to mind. None of those fools knew what that was like, to feel raw power that came from one’s self alone. He was a great Taiyoukai trapped in a mortal body walking amongst humans and it disgusted him.
Kagome’s comment about demon’s being nothing but myths had gotten to him in the worst way earlier. To him it just seemed impossible. She was a powerful priestess, but if she wasn’t trained how could he take her word on such a serious matter. Instead of trying to find a way back through the well, which was more her expertise then his, he’d searched for proof of her words finding none, but nothing that discounted them either.
He knew better than most that myths and legends were based on facts. He’d lived for almost six hundred years after all and had witnessed the changes in the world first hand. He’d heard the stories and songs of his father’s time fade into new ones with every generation.
He looked around the darkening foreign streets, the fading sunlight casting long, inky shadows. Cars whizzed by and he felt an intense anxiety wash over him each time. It was hard to accept that these metal contraptions were benign, non-living creatures. His eyes drifted up to the tops of the enormous buildings. Where was all the beauty of the world he knew? This was all wrong.
It was an undeniable fact that humans had evolved greatly in 500 years, but their sensibilities were just as callow and discriminate as they had always been. He had not missed one look, one single laugh, or pointing finger directed his way. Kagome had silently stood in his defense with her piercing looks and part of him was grateful, but another deeper part was appalled and insulted that a tiny human Miko was doing something that he should have done for himself. This feeling is what fueled his anger.
He owed her a debt for saving his life, even if it was her fault for him being here in the first place, and he had taken her into consideration by staying his hand against each one of those sniveling morons which fanned the flames that much more.
He could admit that the library had been pleasant and the food she’d chosen for him had been tasty though different. He didn’t think he would ever get used to eating cooked meat and hoped he would never have to, but the meal had been amicable enough until the whelp showed up.
He couldn’t think of the boy’s name and didn’t care to exhaust his memory on it. It was exasperating beyond belief to not be able to sense the boy’s intentions or those of the Miko and even more so because he couldn’t figure out why it mattered at all. Still, the more she smiled the angrier he got. He couldn’t get her laughter out of his mind.
He told himself it was because she belonged to another, one that shared the blood of his father. Betrayal had never been something he dealt with well, but when the male touched her arm; he felt his carefully practiced patience splinter into a million miniscule pieces.
He couldn’t stand to be around her anymore and the harder he tried to get away from her, the harder she fought to reach him. It took every ounce of his willpower not to just shove her away, especially after her dumbfounded responses to his questions, but when they were separated the final time, he’d felt a warm sense of relief, though his emotions hadn’t receded.
It had been his way to just walk about his lands to calm himself and thought this to be his best remedy, but it was a useless cause. Nothing looked familiar and Kagome’s words flowed to his mind. This was not the world he knew, but that didn’t mean he was going to tuck tail and run back to the sanctity of a human home.
He caught the eye of a small child who favored Rin from a distance and felt the tension in his chest return just like it did every time he thought of his ward. He missed her terribly. The girl’s mother gasped and ushered her further down the sidewalk at a hurried pace. Sesshomaru growled under his breath and went the opposite way. His feet took him to a darker part of town.
He stopped beside a fenced in area that had play equipment for children in it. Akira had said it was a park. He let his mind drift to Rin hoping that even through the pain of their separation; her memory would calm him like she always did. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear the multiple footsteps come up behind him until the first person spoke.
“Look what we have here, fellas. A freak in fur.” A gravelly voice mocked and there was a round of laughter that grated on Sesshomaru’s last nerve.
He turned and faced six rough looking individuals. He didn’t need heightened senses to tell their intent or the fact that they hadn’t bathed in some time. He wrinkled his nose in revulsion.
“What’s the matter freakzilla? Did I hurt your girly feelings?” The first man asked gaining another round of laughter from his cohorts.
Sesshomaru lifted his hand and cracked his knuckles. A smile formed on his lips.

“Mom! Mom, are you home?!” Kagome called as she ran through her front door.
She was winded and her back was hurting, but her concern for Sesshomaru was greater. Kagome let the stack of books fall with a loud bang to the floor at her feet and rushed into the kitchen hoping to find her mother.
“Mom.” She sighed in relief finding the woman stirring a pot on the stove.
Akira turned around with a smile that slowly faded when she saw the disheveled state her daughter was in.
“Kagome, what’s wrong?” She asked in alarm moving instantly around the table.
“Sesshomaru left me in the subway. Has he come home?” Kagome asked frantically looking around hoping to find him lurking in some dark corner, but there was nothing.
“No, honey. Why did he… Kagome?!” Akira called after her.
Kagome didn’t have time to explain. She’d do that after she got Sesshomaru home safe. She sprinted up the stairs taking them two at a time and jerked one of her grandmother’s quilts out of the linen closet. It was getting dark and if she found him, he’d probably argue about coming back. Stubborn dog. She wasn’t about to let him get sick again.
Kagome flew back down the steps, her back protesting her erratic movements and grabbed a flashlight off of the side table next to the door where her mother kept her keys. She saw her mother walking towards her from the kitchen, but she couldn’t stand there and chat. She was getting a strange feeling and it had something to do with Sesshomaru, she just knew it.
Kami, she seriously hoped the only thing she would encounter was an angry Taiyoukai and not something battered and beaten. She had to fight back a round of burning tears at the thought. She jerked the door open and rushed outside into the fading light of the evening. She wouldn’t allow any harm to come to him if she could help it.
“Where are you going?!” Akira asked worriedly from the doorway.
“I got to find him, Mom. I’ll be back. Don’t worry.” Kagome reassured quickly before running towards the Shrine steps.

A/N: Thank you to Luminari_Lilium & kittenchild for their reviews. Also to the readers & voters.
More to post soon. ^_^
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