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She Who the Prophecy Foretold	By : SunsetMiko Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 29224 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter 2 – Expected and Especially Unexpected
After a moment's rest to catch her breath, a very quick shower, and a few minutes spent gathering all her supplies into her monstrous yellow backpack, Kagome was ready to go. She would still be arriving hours early, despite the repeated delays, and she hoped to surprise Inuyasha and prove that she wasn’t always late. While running down the stairs and out the door, she called out a quick good-bye to her family, not bothering to wait for a reply.
She had almost made it to the well house when she heard her Grandfather call her name. For a moment, she contemplated pretending she hadn't heard him, but just couldn’t do it. She heaved a sigh and turned around to see what he wanted.
“Kagome, dear, there you are. I was wondering if you could help an old man for just a few minutes. I need some boxes of trinkets out of the shed and brought to the gift shop.”
“Sure, Gramps.” Kagome dropped her bag outside the well house and followed after her grandfather, shoulders slumped in defeat. If these interruptions continued, she would end up being late despite her early start! When they reached the shed, she stood and watched as he looked through boxes, searching for the ones he needed.
“Kagome, did I ever tell you the story of the youkai princess, Misaki?” He didn’t bother to wait for an answer, instead just launching into his tale. “Well, there was once a beautiful, youkai princess whose father was a powerful Lord. She had hair of the finest silk, eyes that shone like the brightest stars in the darkest skies, and she was quite shapely, as well.” Her grandfather shot her a quick grin but found she wasn’t looking at him. “Kagome? Kagome, are you listening?” His granddaughter nodded her head as she accepted the box being handed to her and set it near the door. He returned to his task of searching the boxes and continued on with the story. “Well, now, she came of age during a time of war and great strife…”
Kagome was in her own little world. ‘I wonder if I packed enough ramen. I can’t wait to give Shippo the new crayons and coloring books I got him. He’s gonna love them! Hopefully, he won’t leave them out to get eaten by a stupid demon this time. Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi seemed so sad that I couldn’t come to their slumber party. I wish I had more time to spend with them.’
“…as his mate.” Grandfather handed Kagome another box, frowning when he noticed the girl seemed to be completely ignoring him. Why did he even bother? Really, she should be listening intently! This was very important! “Her father accepted…”
‘A girl’s night really does sound like fun. That’s it. I’m going to find more time to spend here whether Inuyasha likes it or not! At least they weren’t around when I ran into Hojo. I can’t believe he’s still asking me out after literally years of me turning him down. He’s either incredibly persistent or incredibly dense. I wish there was some way to get him to move on. I don’t think I will ever be interested in him. He’s just… just too… I don’t know, too goody-goody, I guess. Not my kind of guy.’
“…ceremony and signing of the alliance between the two lands.” He located another box and handed it to his granddaughter. Kagome glanced at him, telltale disinterest in her eyes. She hated it when her grandfather went on and on with his ancient stories. It’s not as if they meant anything to her. Nevertheless, her grandfather persisted as he grabbed a few boxes himself and motioned for her to follow with the others. As they walked, he talked. “The night before the ceremony, Misaki had a dream.”
‘No, my kind of guy is strong and tough, definitely not Hojo. Hojo is sweet, but wimpy compared to Inuyasha. Oh my Kami! Did I just compare Hojo to Inuyasha? Yeah, like Inuyasha would be my dream guy! No matter how much I love the guy, he is certainly lacking in some very important areas like, oh, I don’t know… manners!
‘My guy would be polite. He wouldn’t yell and scream at me or call me wench or any other creative names. He would be more mature, that’s for sure. Oh, and most important, he wouldn’t be obsessed with a reanimated corpse! That’s pretty much all she is. I wish he could just move on.” Kagome’s face fell. “I guess I need to move on, as well, since he never will.’
“…would tip the scales in the final battle.” They had reached the shop now and they both set down their boxes and started to put up the merchandise. “When the princess woke, she found that she no longer…”
While she put up the items, she continued to allow her mind to wander, completely ignoring the story being told. ‘I’m gonna be alone forever! How am I ever going to meet a guy? I’m here for a few days every few weeks. No time to date, and certainly no chance to get, let alone keep, a boyfriend. When I’m there, Inuyasha acts like a dog protecting his favorite chew toy when anyone shows any interest in me, like with Kouga. Once this is all over, I’ll probably have to come back home, so why start something I can’t finish? Not that my life here isn’t already royally screwed.' It was all so complicated. 'Why can’t I stay there? If the well lets me, maybe I could. I like it there, and I couldn’t stand to leave Shippo.’ Kagome finished emptying her boxes and shelving the trinkets.
“…the item in a sealed box and…”
Kagome cut him off. “All done, Gramps. Sorry, can’t stay. I have to get back before Inuyasha throws a fit. Love ya!”
Before he had time to protest, she was gone. “Darn girl! No patience and no respect for her elders.”
Just then his daughter, Kagome’s mother, Hiromi, entered the shop, having witnessed Kagome’s quick exit. “So, Father, did you tell her the story?”
“I tried, but you know how she is. She thinks my stories are silly and refuses to listen to them. I was just getting to the important part, too! Well, just you wait. She’ll be back, begging me to tell her the story again!”
Hiromi merely nodded her agreement. “Come on, Father. Let’s go have some tea. You and I both know Kagome will listen when the time is right.”
~ SWtPF~
Kagome had run for her life toward the well house, trying to escape the torturous boredom of her grandfather’s stories and her confusing thoughts. Why was she worried about something she couldn’t control? She might not have a choice. The well could close and seal her on one side or the other, taking the whole thing out of her hands. Once the jewel was whole, no one knew what would happen.
Finally, she entered the well house and looked down at the object of her thoughts, into the dark recesses of her portal through time. The view had always creeped her out a little. It was so dark and if something was down there, waiting to get her, she would never know. She sucked it up, stepped onto the ledge, and hopped into the darkness.
She felt the magic flow around her, as a blue light seemed to cradle her body, carrying her safely back to the past. She likened the feeling to slowly sinking to the bottom of the deep end of a swimming pool. When the familiar magic receded, Kagome found herself standing on the dirt bottom of the well. She looked up and saw a soft, clear blue sky with a few puffy, pure white clouds floating overhead. She took a moment to appreciate the sight before grabbing hold of the long, thick vines that grew down the inside of the well walls. When Inuyasha wasn’t waiting to pull her out, she used the vines as a ladder to extract herself from the dank depths of the well.
It took some struggling, but then it always did when her pack was fully loaded. For a moment, she regretted coming early, if only because Inuyasha wasn’t there to help with her heavy bag. It was only fair. At least half the space was filled with ramen just for his ungrateful ass. Kagome grinned at that thought. She loved watching him gorge himself on instant noodles. It was one of the few times when he looked truly happy, so she really didn’t mind bringing packs and packs of ramen, even if he never did thank her.
Once she managed to get out of the well, she sat on the edge for a minute to catch her breath before struggling to stand and continue on her walk to the village. She was about halfway there when she froze, feeling a powerful demonic aura approaching. She didn’t sense any shards, which was almost a relief; except that the aura was so strong that she was sure the demon possessing it wouldn’t need the help of jewel shards to kill her. Subconsciously, she wrapped her hand around the small bottle of pink shards hanging around her neck.
Suddenly, she realized that she had left her bow and arrows in Kaede’s hut, having put them down to gather her things to return home after her fight with Inuyasha. She was still too far from the village to make it there safely but also too far from the well to make a run for it to escape. She cursed her own stupidity quietly as she reached out with her powers to sense more about the approaching aura. It felt familiar but before she had time to realize just whom it was, the demon revealed himself to her.
~ SWtPF~
He really didn’t want to be doing this. He hated needing assistance from anyone. He should never need the help of others but this circumstance was extraordinarily humbling, as he not only needed help, but he needed the help of a human woman, a miko no less. No demon should ever need the help of a miko and they would never seek it anyway, knowing that all miko would rather kill any demon than look at it. The miko he sought was different, however. This miko cared for demons and humans alike and somehow even tolerated his hanyou brother. Yes, the great Lord Sesshoumaru was in need of the help of his brother’s wench, a girl he had tried and failed to kill multiple times.
The enigma of the odd miko did not escape him. He had been curious about her ever since she pulled his father’s sword out of the stone while in his tomb when neither he nor the hanyou could. Then, she went on to survive his poison when she should have melted into a puddle of fresh, steaming miko soup. Her failure to dissolve had frustrated him enough to distract him from the fight with Inuyasha, thus costing him his left arm. He wanted to believe his half-brother got lucky, but the truth was, he got careless. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he had to live with the constant reminder of his carelessness represented by his empty sleeve.
He really wished he were anywhere else, but it was unavoidable. He needed help only this miko was capable of providing. He had witnessed her amazing powers of forgiveness and he only hoped she would overlook his past attempts on her life to help him. The lives of those most important to him depended on it.
He was traveling quickly towards the village he knew her group rested in and he hoped beyond hope that they were there. As impossible as it was to believe, he was desperate. He had to locate the girl quickly. He didn’t have the luxury of time to search all over Japan to find her. Suddenly, he caught her scent on the breeze. He breathed deeply, drawing the enticing scent into himself, and savored it for a moment before realizing what he had done.
He could tell that she was alone, so maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult to persuade her. He couldn’t imagine having to ask for her assistance in the presence of the half-breed. As always, the simpleton would jump at the chance to start a fight with him and would be sure to keep him away from her at all costs. The hanyou was incredibly protective of the girl.
He drew in her scent again and turned slightly to head towards her current location instead of the village. He noticed her scent was that of strawberries in fresh cream, a treat he shared with his mother often before her death, one of his few good memories of her. Buried within that sweet, comforting scent was one of power and purity. Her scent had always enticed him, drawing his attention, no matter how hard he fought against it. He found himself following his brother’s group unconsciously just to smell her, would confront the half-breed just to lay eyes her, and now there he was, landing directly in her path.
As he approached her, he could smell her fear, a change that he had to admit he disliked, even if it wasn’t clear to him why. Once she saw him, the scent of her fear receded and she visibly relaxed.
‘Apparently, this girl is under the impression that there are others more worthy of fear than this Sesshoumaru.’ Out of habit, he ached to teach her the folly of her assumptions, but he needed her, so he couldn’t kill her for her insolence just yet.
~ SWtPF~
Shippo sighed loudly. He was impatient and wanted his mama to be back now. Miroku and Sango had repeatedly assured him that Kagome would return just after suppertime, as promised, but he couldn’t help missing her. He missed her the most when he tried to sleep without her. Her scent soothed him and her proximity made him feel safe. Once again, the kit contemplated just how lucky he was to have met Kagome. He still regretted tricking her to steal her shards and getting her mixed up with the Thunder Brothers, but if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be with his new family now.
He thought about just how special his new mama really was. Humans almost never took in an orphaned demon. Even if they were the same species, other demons didn’t take in orphans. As a rule, miko would kill even defenseless demons on sight and yet there he was, loved and cared for by an amazing miko from the future. He didn’t think he could get any luckier if he tried.
He still held a tiny bit of fear he kept hidden from everyone. What would happen once the jewel was restored and the battle with Naraku was over and done with? Would she leave him? It was mostly due to that fear that he had yet to ask if he could call her 'Mama'. He called her his mama in his mind but he was too afraid to ask her, not only because he was scared she would be leaving him when the search for the shards ended, but also because of the jealous hanyou that got angry at the kit just for finding his scent on the girl. How would he react if she were to become his mother officially? His only dream was for her to adopt him formally, so that all youkai would know that he was hers and she was his. He smiled for a moment, imagining how it would be if she did adopt him, how they would be a real family. It would make him one very happy kit, and make Kagome an even bigger oddity of a miko; mother to a youkai.
Another miko who didn’t quite fit the mold was busying herself with herbs she had collected earlier, tying bunches to dry and adding others to jars. While reaching for another jar a little further back on the shelf, her fingers brushed silk. She smiled for a moment, thinking of the silk wrapped package that had been sitting on her shelf for nearly forty years, left with her by a demon, a gift for someone who had not yet come. Soon it would be time. The package, although dusty, was still perfect, in the same condition it had been in when placed in her care for safekeeping. Kaede was sure the time was finally close.
She was drawn from her thoughts as she felt the moment Kagome came through the well, able to sense her aura of purity. Kaede also felt when the familiar demon aura, cloaked enough that none of her companions could detect it but not enough to escape her senses, approached the time-traveling girl. A small smile spread slowly across her face. Yes, the time would be coming soon.
Sango was sitting by the fire in the hut, polishing her giant boomerang, when she heard the kit sigh once again. She knew just how he felt because she missed Kagome as well. Every time she went home, even though it was only for a few days, she feared that the friend she loved as a sister would not return. She knew better, but the fear was still there. She was the last of her family, and her entire village, besides her brother Kohaku, who was being controlled against his will by Naraku.
She would never in her wildest dreams have pictured herself where she was now with a new, albeit odd, family. Kagome was a sister to her, making Shippo like a nephew. She knew the kit secretly thought of Kagome as his mother just as she knew Kagome felt like a mother-figure to him. Inuyasha, despite his attitude, was a beloved brother. Then there was the lecherous monk who couldn’t keep his hands to himself, flirting with every girl he laid eyes on and asking them all to bear his child. He drove her absolutely crazy at times, but she loved more than anything. She accepted his flaws and even found some of them slightly charming, but there was always fear when it came to Miroku. The wind tunnel in his hand could suck him in at any time, ending his life without warning. She didn’t know what she would do without him and hoped she would never have to find out.
Miroku sat, meditating, off to one side of the hut. Every now and then, one eye would peek open to sneak a look at his beloved Sango. Each time he laid eyes on her his determination to defeat Naraku grew. He didn’t want to ever have to leave her and as long as he held the curse of the wind tunnel he would fear hurting his dearest demon slayer with his demise. He no longer fought for himself or for revenge for what the evil hanyou had done to his family. He fought to end his curse so he and Sango could marry and start working on all the children he wanted. A lecherous smirk crept onto his face as he imagined how he would get each and every child with his Sango. He peeked at her again and saw her turn towards him, immediately wiping the smirk from his face and pretending to concentrate once more. It was so hard to focus on anything but her when she was near. He didn’t want to waste a second that could be spent taking in her beauty.
Inuyasha was nowhere to be found. They hadn’t seen him since shortly after Kagome left and they were all afraid he had returned to Kikyo. They had heard from Kagome about her most recent attempt on his life while she gathered her things to leave. He was an important part of their group, as well as their friend, and they didn’t want to lose him, but nothing seemed to get through to him about his dead love. He wouldn’t truly be safe until she was returned to her grave, but she seemed to be able to expertly evade death this time around.
Even Kaede had tried to convince the hanyou that the creature with her sister’s face was not, in fact, her sister but a poor imitation filled with nothing but hate. She had asked that Inuyasha return her to a peaceful rest but he’d lashed out, accusing her of abandoning her own blood. He would never be able to kill Kikyo. Instead, Kikyo would end up killing him and he was stupid enough to let her.
~ SWtPF~
When she realized who was coming toward her, Kagome immediately calmed but remained on guard. She had never truly feared Sesshoumaru, even though he had tried to kill her on a few occasions. After the first time, she always had the feeling his attempts on her life were half-hearted. She looked into his eyes, her confusion apparent.
He watched as she eyed him. He knew she wanted to know the reason for his presence but it was fun to make her worry for a moment or two. ‘Did this Sesshoumaru just think that interaction with the miko was fun? The stress must be getting to me.’
They stood silently staring each other down before Kagome forced her gaze from his, finding the action surprisingly difficult. His eyes were hypnotizing, like staring into a deep pool of melted gold that was constantly swirling and shifting.
“Hello Sesshoumaru. Is there something you need?” Kagome questioned, purposely leaving his title off of his name. She just couldn’t bring herself to call him Lord Sesshoumaru. She kept her eyes averted, afraid she’d once again fall under the spell of his golden pools.
“Hn. Miko, I have come to collect you. I have need of your services.” He was unhappy at her disrespect but now was not the time to educate the girl.
Kagome’s head snapped up, their eyes meeting once again. “Ser... services? Huh?” She seemed to have lost the ability to form thoughts, let alone full sentences, while in his presence.
“Yes, Miko. I find myself in the unusual situation of having to request that you accompany me to my residence.”
“Huh?” she mumbled once again, truly confused.
“Miko, this Sesshoumaru despises repeating himself. Pay attention so that I do not have to. My pups have been placed under a curse, apparently by a dark miko. I suspect Naraku is responsible. My healers have determined that only a pure miko can break the curse and save them, although, they assured me that I would not find one willing to assist, or save, a demon. Because of the kit you care for, as well as your loyalty to the half-breed, I came to the conclusion that you do not follow the same beliefs as all other miko and may be willing to assist me.”
Finally, Kagome seemed to snap out of her stupor and was able to respond in a clear and complete thought. “Let me get this straight. You need my help because your pups have been cursed? And you are here asking? No demands or threats?”
“Miko, you frustrate this Sesshoumaru to no end. I am indeed asking for your assistance. Without you my pups are guaranteed death. As much as I despise the situation, I have no other option.”
“When did you have pups anyway? I didn’t even know you had a mate. No, wait, never mind. That isn’t important right now. I really don’t know how much I can do for them. I’m barely trained, but I will do my best to help, with a few conditions though.” Kagome watched him carefully as she spoke. She truly didn’t know how much she could do without training, experience, control, or the amount of power most miko would have, but he was right about one thing. No other miko would choose to save the life of a demon, a fact that saddened her.
“State your conditions.” Sesshoumaru was relieved that she agreed to help, even though he would never show it. He didn’t question her abilities. He could feel the power coursing through her and knew that it was highly instinctive for a miko to use their powers, and instinct was something he, as a dog demon, trusted implicitly. He also had a large library of texts on miko, both dark and pure, so if research was needed, it could easily be done. Now, he only had to worry on her conditions. What would this human ask of him in exchange for something as priceless as the lives of his pups?
Kagome only requested a few things. One: he would not cause her harm if she were unable to help. When stating this, she once again mentioned her lack of training but also promised to do everything she could. Two: if she was able to help him, the use of her power may make her weak and she requested his protection until she regained her full strength. Three: he would return her safely to the village upon her recovery, and four: he would answer all her questions. She justified this final request by saying that any small detail may assist her in helping the pups. While that was true, it was also true that she was very curious about this demon she had encountered many times during her time in Feudal Japan but had little knowledge of. He had always been a bit of a mystery to her, one she had wondered about on several occasions, and now she might have a chance to figure him out, or at least shed a little light on the inner workings of the taiyoukai.
When she finished stating her requests, she was surprised that he agreed without question. ‘I guess he really must be desperate to save them. I never figured he would give in without any difficulty.’ She had expected haggling, if only because of the obvious stubbornness of the demon Lord before her.
Upon hearing her response, he was surprised. He had expected her to demand a great amount of his wealth or maybe his word on the safety of his half-brother. Humans were known to be greedy, of that he was well aware. What she requested instead was unexpected. Once again he had greatly underestimated the miko.
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