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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 17

Kagome was in shock. She had just been telling herself how a demon like Sesshoumaru would never want her when he said the most beautiful words she’d ever heard: that she was exactly the kind of woman he had built this magnificent home for. No one had ever given her such praise before, and they were just getting to know each other. Granted, it seemed like Inuyasha had told him all kinds of things about her, but really they had only known each other for less than a week. How could she explain how she was so drawn to someone she barely knew? It couldn’t all be because he was the embodiment of her childhood dream…

She had always been attracted to the strong, silent type, but those men were usually already attached. She was wildly attracted to him physically, but that was no surprise as so was everything female—and probably a good deal that was male. She was attracted to dominance, though she had a strong personality of her own, to intelligence and he had that in abundance, to loyalty and fidelity and he was a dog demon, the most loyal of creatures on the planet, to strength of character and honor and he lived by his, to men who cared about family above all else and he had proven that recently with arranging that cathartic talk with his father and brother and with the care and attention he put into the home he had built for his future family. So it was no surprise that when his head descended towards hers that she stopped thinking and savored this rare and precious moment.

His lips met hers gently, but insistently. He gave her soft kisses and she returned them as she clung to the front of his white dress shirt. He nipped her bottom lip with a fang, so she nipped him back. At her gentle bite, his hand went from her face to her nape, fisting her hair as he deepened the kiss.

‘Gods, does she know what she just did? Is it possible she knows?’ His inu instincts were rejoicing regardless, taking her return nibble as the acceptance of his suit to court her that he had declared with his own nip. Her moan of pleasure as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue past her lips, tasting her for the first time, even if he ignored the delicious scent of her arousal was all the proof his rational mind needed to continue.

As her hands fisted in his shirt at his back, his arm pulled her fast against him. She reeled in the knowledge garnered from that position that he was as aroused as she, that the single most beautiful male she had ever known wanted her, was hard for her. He would never lie and coupled with what he had said earlier…it was impossible, but somehow she had done something to impress him. Gods knew it couldn’t be a physical attraction he felt, but she was going to grab it and hold on to it until he pushed her away. She had no idea how she had gotten so lucky but she wasn’t going to make the mistake of questioning it. She always dove heart first and this would be no different. It was almost guaranteed she’d get hurt but what she was feeling now was worth it.

She hadn’t realized he had been leading her backwards until she made contact with the wall. Pulling her up so her hips met his, trapping her, holding her in place with his body, he moved against her and she wrapped her leg around his hips and ground back into him. His lips traced a trail of fire down her jaw to her neck. As soon as his mouth met her sensitive skin there, Kagome moaned loudly, her hand finding the hair at his nape and pulling, holding his head right there.

He knew he had to stop soon or he’d rip her clothes from her body and impale her right there on the wall. His blood was burning, his beast demanding he claim her after that return nip of hers, but he was sure he was moving too fast for her despite her delicious reactions to his ministrations. So after marking her pulse point in the only way he could at the moment though the use of well placed suction, he licked his way back to her lips, placing a few sweet kisses there before pulling back to look at her. The sight of her stroked his ego: his chosen’s eyes were bright and glazed with passion, her cheeks were flushed, her carefully pinned hair had slipped in its clips and best of all: she had the lips of a well ravished female.

Though it pained him to step away from her, he did, placing his hands on her upper arms to steady her as she slid to the floor and recollected herself. After a moment, her eyes met his and he said, softly, “Come. You need breakfast and we will talk.” At her smiling blush and nod, he placed his hand possessively on the small of her back, further marking her with his scent, and escorted her from his rooms and back down the hall of the family wing to the main hall.

Reaching the hall, he took his first right and led her into his kitchen. Once again she was wowed. Mouth agape, she took in the absolutely beautiful, professional kitchen. As a cooking enthusiast, she couldn’t have built a better equipped kitchen if she had all the money in the world. Titanium and copper shined everywhere. There were gleaming cherry cabinets that went all the way to the ceiling. There were two Viking ranges, two sinks, a walk in refrigerator, a walk in pantry that was bigger than both her bedrooms put together, two dishwashers, dark blue and silver granite countertops that sparkled like the night sky, a ceiling vent for when the heat got to be too much, and above the center island was a hanging rack full of copper pots and pans from France.

She turned her awed gaze to the clearly amused demon smirking at her and asked, “Just how big a family are you planning to have, Sesshoumaru?” She couldn’t help the giggle that crept into her tone.

Somehow feeling defensive, he took a deep inhale and drew himself to his full height replying, “This Sesshoumaru dislikes shopping.”

Her giggle became full laughter. Picturing Sesshoumaru clipping coupons and going up and down the aisles as she did did seem a little domestic and public for the proud, private daiyoukai. It would make sense that he would make purchases in bulk quantities to last as long as possible between shopping trips.

“I love shopping, just not when anyone else is there. I like it in the middle of the night when it’s deserted and everything is just being put out.”

“Hn. I will have to come shopping with you, then. Your way seems much more preferable.” He was delighted that another part of his home had impressed her. Though he had not met her at the time, truly he had built it for her. She was his chosen; it had always been meant for her.

He walked in to the refrigerator and came back with eggs, bacon and home-baked whole grain bread. ‘So he’s treating me to a Western breakfast today. I wonder if that means I’ll get those yummy breakfast potatoes…’ He set the items on the counter before disappearing into the pantry, emerging with potatoes, an onion and a lovely, red, vine ripened tomato. When she asked if she could help, he nodded, pulling out two cutting boards and two large chef’s knives from the biggest knife block she’d ever seen. They washed their hands and then she washed the vegetables before drying them and handing them to him.

He was a master with a knife and though she was no slouch in the kitchen, she couldn’t help but stop and stare as he chopped. She started on her potatoes and caught the small, secret smile on his lips from the corner of her eye, causing a matching smile of her own. When they were done chopping, he put his hands on her waist and just as she was about to protest, picked her up and seated her on the island counter beside one of the sinks. He gave her a smirk at having gotten his way and reached up beside her head to grab two cast iron skillets, keeping his eyes locked on hers the whole time. She couldn’t help but smile back, shaking her head.

He turned to start the cooking, but every few minutes he would glance over his shoulder and just barely lift the corners of his lips at her. She had always liked men who could cook, and she freely admitted watching him make breakfast for the two of them was a turn on. Everything about him was a turn on. She thought back to her previous relationships and couldn’t remember when she’d been so captivated. And from the way he spends his time to the priorities in his life, she knew she’d never been so well matched before. He was insightful. She knew that Inuyasha must have told her she used to be a swimmer, but she hadn’t swum in all the time she knew him. Even so, Sesshoumaru had somehow figured out the perfect present for her. Not just something she wanted, but something she needed. And when she needed to be shown the truth about her father and her damaging thoughts, he had made it his number one priority. She had been scared at the time when he had swerved across traffic at 90mph and tore off down the offramp, but now it was funny and adorable. Who would have known he could be so thoughtful?

When breakfast was done, he washed his hands before lifting her down from her perch. He handed her a plate, a glass of orange juice, a cloth napkin and silverware before pointing her in the direction of the dining room and following behind her. She stopped and stared at the long cherry table with stunning inlays of mother of pearl and jade creating a border of dog demons in their true forms running through a forest of bamboo. He put his things down and scooted her over to the seat to the right of head of the table and pulled out her chair for her before sitting at the head.

He watched as she ran her fingers over the large inu inlay in front of her and though he was pleased that she was once again impressed with his home, he slid his hand over to cover hers. When she, startled, met his eyes, he said, “Your food is cooling. You will enjoy it more while it is hot.”

Smiling and nodding, a blush riding her cheeks, she slid her plate closer until a thought occurred to her, “Sesshoumaru? Do you have any ketchup?”

Not understanding why his chosen would want to despoil his delicious breakfast with that vile, vaguely tomato substance that was mostly sugar and preservatives, he merely raised a haughty eyebrow at her.

She laughed. “OK, fair enough. I’ll bring my own ketchup next time you make breakfast potatoes and onions for me.”

‘Well, at least she isn’t trying to violate the eggs, too.’ Then he smiled realizing she was making plans for future breakfasts with him.

They finished breakfast in companionable silence, eyes occasionally meeting with smiles. As she looked around the paneled dining room, she noticed the butler’s pantry separating the dining room from the kitchen and two beautiful matched sideboards done in polished mahogany and more mother of pearl, though these merely had a single line of the precious substance that wrapped them a few inches from the top, on opposite sides of the long walls and on the other side from where they came in she could see a very comfortable looking sunken living room.

When he finished, he watched her eat. She ate slowly, savoring every bite and though she made a breakfast sandwich out of her eggs, bacon, and toast, she did not make a mess. He couldn’t help but stare at the way her pink lips closed around her fork. He was both grateful and disappointed when she finished eating and looked at him.

She picked up her napkin and patted her lips as a lady would. “Breakfast was fantastic! Thank you so much, Sesshoumaru.” She folded her hands in her lap and bowed her head slightly in thanks.

He was impressed with her manners. “If you’re ready, we can talk in the den.”

When she went to pick up her plate, he told her to leave it, but there was no way that was going to happen when he had cooked for her. She grabbed his plate quicker than lightning and scurried off to the kitchen, tossing over her shoulder, “I’ll be out in just a minute!”

While it wasn’t a minute, she cleaned up the kitchen faster than he’d ever done it and soon joined him in the living room. Though he silently protested the time apart, his instincts were singing over her taking care of him by cleaning up as he had taken care of her by providing her with sustenance. He was seated on the far end of the big, deep, leather couch but sat with one leg up spanning the length and had started a fire in the hearth. He placed his hand on the ample space on the cushion between his legs. She stepped down into the room and padded over, suddenly nervous again to be so close to him.

He had none of it. He gathered her in his arms as soon as she sat and pulled her to his chest, nuzzling his cheek in her hair and taking a deep breath of her scent. Softly, he came straight to the point, “Kagome, though it may seem obvious from what happened earlier, this Sesshoumaru would like to formally request your permission to court you.”

‘Court me? He really wants to court me?’ Inside, she was simultaneously overjoyed and freaked out. At length, she took a deep breath and addressed the confusion mounting in her brain, “Sesshoumaru, I’m honored that you would ask me that, but, I mean, isn’t courting a serious thing for youkai?” When Inuyasha met his mate Shiori and his beast picked her, he asked her permission to court her. From what she understood, that’s what courting meant in the demon world.

Closing his eyes, he considered his words, “Yes, courting is one of the most important times of a youkai’s life. It is especially important for inu as we mate for life while other species, such as those of the cat family, take several mates over the course of their lives. By asking your permission to court you, this Sesshoumaru is acknowledging your status as his chosen and offering you the choice of accepting his proposal or rejecting him. Though rejection is nearly unheard of, you do retain that right throughout the courtship.”

It was as she thought. But… “Sesshoumaru? Why me? I mean…I guess I’m not sure what being chosen means.”

Bringing his hand up to stroke her soft curls, he explained by retelling the story his father had told him often at bedtime, “In the beginning, the Kami created the world. They created the mountains and the oceans, the forests and the rivers, the grasslands and the deserts. They created all manner of plants and animals to fill the lands and seas with life. Then, to hold dominion over their creations, they created youkai, demons. They gifted them with power, speed and intelligence and long life spans that were linked to their individual power. Since they were so much more powerful than all of their other creations, they gave them a weakness, for in nature there must always be balance: they crafted both male and female from a single soul. From the time they enter adulthood, they become aware of the emptiness that comes with having only half a soul and it manifests as a constant ache in the chest where the heart resides until they find their one.”

At her gasp, he nodded, “Yes, you have felt the pain and feeling of incompleteness as well, only you live in a human body, so I can only imagine that it is much harder for you to bear than for a demon, your body being naturally weaker.” When she adjusted herself to wrap her arm around him he continued, “Pleased with their youkai children, they decided to make another intelligent species that would be weaker than youkai and not share their life spans. They created humans with minds for technology that would give them their own kind of power to rival youkai with high fertility rates that would more than compensate for their short lives.”

“Unfortunately, humans were not happy with what they were gifted with and craved power above all things. Wars were fought constantly with demon and human alike and their frail bodies created the need for skilled healers. The Kami saw this need and gifted a very few of their human children with holy powers of healing. They also gave them the power of purification to be able to protect themselves from those youkai of evil intent and to counteract the poisons of the world.”

“Over time, the percentage of humans with holy power diminished as their technology allowed them skill with medicines and devices of healing. Those new souls born with the power of the Kami held less and less power as well as the need for that power waned.”

“While it is true that youkai, out of necessity of their beasts’ choosing mates of equal power, tend to mate only other youkai, very rarely a human is born from a reincarnated youkai soul with holy power to match. The Kami have done this to balance times when a great evil will arise.”

He let his last words sink in to her. She gasped, “But Sesshoumaru, I have no holy power…I can’t be your chosen. There must be some mistake.”

“No, Kagome, it is because you are the chosen of this Sesshoumaru that it is certain that you have truly great power for this Sesshoumaru is the most powerful demon in the world, and has been since surpassing his sire’s own power. Remember, you told me how your mother felt your incredible power until she brought you home from the hospital and your father began his curse.”

She let out a brief, humorless laugh. “All those times my mother was disappointed in me…if it wasn’t for my father, my life really would be so much different. But I wouldn’t have worked hard to graduate early and get my scholarship to music school if I hadn’t been motivated to get the hell out of that house. I wouldn’t give up those years playing and performing for anything.”

Her mind was reeling. She had power. She had always had power. And if it was a match to Sesshoumaru’s own than it was truly great. She was…she was Sesshoumaru’s match. He was her one. Her empty feeling that she had compensated for with food was real. The pain in her chest was real. Her all consuming obsession with finding love was real. The many medications she had been prescribed over the years had never worked because she was never crazy. Scarred, yes, but sane.

‘Gods…I really have a soul mate…’ It was at that moment that she realized that every time she had been near Sesshoumaru, she hadn’t felt the pain or emptiness. Both times she had slept cuddled up to him her sleep was free of the nightmares of her father that plagued her as well. And then the rest of his words filtered into her brain.

She repositioned herself so she was facing him, her eyes taking on a determined glint. There were more important things than her heart. “Sesshoumaru, I’m not rejecting your request, but we have to break this curse. And I need to train. If there really is a reason I was given this power, I need to get it back.”

Smirking with fierce pride in his chosen, he said, “We have a plan.”

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