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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 20

Kagome turned to look at Sesshoumaru and he nodded. They would make room for the priestess. She got up from his lap and he stood and moved to sit on the floor, resting an arm on his raised knee. Kagome moved to sit next to him, but he grabbed her on her way down and repositioned her between his legs. She peeked at him over her shoulder, smiling, and shook her head at his high handedness. She turned back around and his arm snaked around her round tummy, just under her breasts and pulled her back against his hard chest before relaxing his hold to rest his hand on her hip. She pointedly ignored Inuyasha’s knowing smirk, rather enjoying the knowledge that someone so amazing wanted to be close to her and didn’t mind doing so in front of others.

Toga led the aged woman into the room slowly to accommodate her rheumatic gait and brought her to the seat beside Inuyasha where she gingerly sat until she could fully rest her bones and settled into the plush padding. She had long, grey hair pulled back in a low ponytail and wore traditional miko garb of red, ballooned hakama and a white shirt worn tucked in with white tabi socks and sandals. She was wearing an eye patch over her right eye. With her single, clear brown eye undiminished by age, she sought out the source of the curse she could feel all the way to her sore bones. Meeting Kagome’s eyes, she then looked the girl over. She definitely had her work cut out for her: the girl’s aura showed signs of long term pain and she was in poor physical shape. Still, there was a determined glint in the younger woman’s gaze and that would get her far. And no one could say that she lacked support.

Toga resumed his seat and looked over the group. “This is the priestess Kaede. By the grace of the Kami, the most powerful priestess alive resides 10 minutes from here. She has graciously agreed to come out of retirement to help us with our mission.” He introduced the other members of the group to Kaede and she met each with a penetrating gaze and nod.

“Inuyasha, I think you should start with what you have discovered,” Toga said.

Inuyasha told them of his talk with the old American living next door to the shrine. “So after that, I went to the state hospital and walked into the BICU carrying armfuls of coffee and pastry. And to my great luck there was this ancient youkai secretary who worked there back when Onigumo had been a patient and she looked at me like I was the answer to her prayers carrying those goodies. The baba was only too happy to answer my questions.” There were snickers as they laughed at the idea of Inuyasha schmoozing anyone.

“She remembered the whole thing. How they brought in this burnt up boozer and debrided him and got off the clothes that were stuck to his body. How they stuck him in a hyperbaric and how he was out of it. He had no visitors the whole time, but that didn’t mean his room was quiet. Even though he was supposed to be in an induced coma, he kept mumbling strange things. He said stuff like “little slut,” “child of the prophecy,” something about a sacred jewel and occasionally he would yell out, “You can’t have her, she is mine!”

Kagome, Kaneko and Gramps all gasped, but for slightly different reasons. They exchanged looks and Kagome said, “That’s what he always called me. His little slut.” Sesshoumaru put his arms around her and nuzzled her neck from behind to comfort his chosen.

Kaneko said, “It’s true, there was a prophecy about Kagome but I thought it was superstitious nonsense. Dad told me. Right, Dad?” She turned to look at her father but was interrupted.

“This girl is the 10^th generation born at your shrine?...And the jewel? Gods, not the Jewel of the Four Souls?” Kaede asked. She knew of this prophecy, had read the scroll at the Sunset shrine herself in her youth but hadn’t put much stock in it until today.

Gramps nodded gravely and addressed the group, “I brought the scroll here with me tonight just in case. I’ve always known it was no accident that the Kami gave our girl such a big heart.” He pulled a small, weathered old scroll from his coat and handed it to Toga.

“It’s an account of the birth of the first child at the shrine. It seems the mother had the gift of sight and during labor she had a vision which was recorded here,” Toga said. Everyone leaned forward in anticipation of his next words, except Sesshoumaru, of course.

“Nine generations hence, Sunset shall meet Sunset.

Rotten seed planted will sprout the Crescent’s One,

Reborn of this world with incomparable power and purest heart.

The dark one attempts to taint the Jewel inside her virgin womb

But when Gold meets Cerulean he will be thwarted.

On the eve of three and thirty, she will face the darkness.

Only with Aramitama and Nagimitama, Kushimitama and Sakimitama

Will she fulfill her destiny.”

“What the hell does that mean? And how are courage, friendship, wisdom and love going to help? Does it say anything about a magical weapon?” Inuyasha asked. He tried to snatch the scroll from his father’s hand but he held it aloft. It was all a bunch of garbage that didn’t make any sense. Hell, it didn’t even rhyme. Weren’t prophecies supposed to be in haiku or verse or something? “And what the hell is ‘Cerulean?’”

“Yasha!” his mate scolded. “Be quiet and let them speak.” Since she only used commands when she meant business, Inuyasha sat quietly, though he was sure it was going to cause him permanent damage.

Glaring up at the hanyou from his place on the floor, Sesshoumaru was contemplating just how much he could damage his brother before Kagome wouldn’t forgive him. She did have a pure heart, after all and a weakness for his physical attentions. Certainly if he at least left him alive she would understand.

Gramps spoke into the silence. “Onigumo’s last name is Higurashi, which means ‘sunset’ and we run the Sunset Shrine. No one can argue he is not rotten and our Kagome is now known to be Sesshoumaru’s One; he bears a crescent moon on his brow. I believe Kagome was born with the Shikon no Tama inside her, where she could act as its guardian. I remember when Onigumo first heard of the prophecy he didn’t seem surprised at all. He must have known of the jewel and purposely courted Kaneko to create a child and get his hands on it.”

“Tell me, child,” Kaede said to Kagome. “Do you suffer from a nightmare?”

Confused, she answered, “Well, yes, but that’s common for people with PTSD.” She looked to her mother who nodded in agreement.

“No, child, you misunderstand. Do you experience the same nightmare every night, except when you are with your youkai?”

Surprised, she said, “Actually, yes. It’s always the same dream. It’s terrifying and I wake up drenched in sweat. The only times I’ve been free of it have been since I met Sesshoumaru. How did you know that?”

“It is because the curse binds you to him. He can see into your mind and plant doubts and fears as well as interfere with your sleep. He has used very powerful, very ancient, very dark magic to do this to you. It is clear he wants a corrupted Jewel for his own purposes.” She thought a minute on how to ask this delicately. “Kagome, I understand you are being treated for bipolar disorder as well. Have you ever had thoughts of harming yourself or ending your own life?”

Acutely uncomfortable answering this in front of her family, she lowered her head and prevaricated, “I don’t really see what that has to do with anything.”

Kaede watched as the daiyoukai’s arms squeezed his chosen and he nuzzled the side of her head, “I do not mean to pry, my dear, but no matter your thoughts or actions in the past, you must not give in to those ideas now. To do so would taint the Jewel irreparably as you would be going against the express wills of the Kami and fate by thwarting your own destiny. I cannot help but wonder if that has been the monster’s end game all along.”

Sesshoumaru and his father’s eyes met as they both shared admiration of the miko’s mind for strategy. She was already proving a valuable ally.

Eager to move past that gruesome thought, Kaneko said, “That just leaves Aramitama, Nagimitama, Kushimitama and Sakimitama. What could those be?”

There was silence until Toga spoke up, “Perhaps we are not meant to know that part just yet. After all, it is over 9 months until her birthday. We still have time.”

“Yeah, well that’s all well and good, but you guys didn’t let me finish!” Inuyasha blustered. “And no one said what ‘Cerulean’ meant!”

Once again feeling the need for fratricide, Sesshoumaru took a deep, calming breath of Kagome’s sweet scent and said, “Blue. Continue.”

“Fine! Whatever, damn it. So anyway, what she really remembers is the night the power in the hospital went out. The staff had been complaining of feeling many evil auras but couldn’t locate where they were coming from. When the power went out, she stayed at her desk and waited for the backup generator to kick on. When it did, a hanyou with a very evil aura shrouded in a baboon pelt walked out of the room Kagome’s father had been in. One of the nurses tried to question him, but when they moved to stop him, he whisked away into the night. They called security but they couldn’t find any trace of the guy.”

“The nurse went in to check on her patient, but the man laying there in the bed had no aura. When she got closer to him, he disappeared altogether leaving a little wooden doll lying on the bed.”

Toga and Sesshoumaru exchanged glances as Kaede spoke up, “Aye. He has sold his soul to a demon. Such a black soul as his would have been a great temptation for an evil youkai.”

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A/N: This is a very blunt warning so don’t read it if you’re offended easily.

For anyone reading this that has ever had thoughts of causing themselves harm, please know that it is not a victimless crime. Even when you think that no one cares about you, someone always does and they will be hurt if you injure yourself or cause your own death. And remember that most suicide options are painful and messy. Imagine your loved ones walking in on your rotting corpse, with bowel and bladder emptied all over yourself before you consider that cowardly option. I work in healthcare and I know that death is most often not pretty or peaceful and that knowledge has been the only thing keeping me from ending my life more times than I can count. I hope you will consider that was well if you are suffering from depression or suicidal thoughts.

Whatever is hurting you isn't worth your life. There are people who can help you. Do not be afraid to ask for help.

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