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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 21

Several things were decided that night.

Kaede would be coming to live with Sesshoumaru and Kagome with training to begin immediately after the elder priestess evaluated her pupil. She needed to do some probing of the curse binding her before she could determine how to defeat it.

Kagome was told she had to quit her job. She balked. Big time. She had serious medical bills on her plate that needed paid every month or the world would end. She liked working at the ER because she got to see Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru and there were some other coworkers that she looked forward to seeing as well. She had finally been getting some overtime and it felt good to have some money coming in and staying for awhile instead of immediately going back out. How was she going to pay her bills and cell phone and rent if she didn’t have a job? Besides, she needed the health insurance.

Sesshoumaru had stepped up and authoritatively said it would all be handled. He handed her a resignation letter and she had tears of frustration in her eyes as everyone encouraged her to sign away her independence. Her ex-husband had made her quit her job and when the marriage ended she had absolutely no savings or assets to start a life of her own. She never wanted to be that vulnerable again. And she couldn’t believe her mom was OK with this. She was always pushing Kagome to do more, try harder, and be more independent. She knew she had a responsibility to get in shape and train up her holy powers for the upcoming battle but it was only a part time job if she didn’t pick up. How were thirty hours a week gonna kill her?

Sesshoumaru was taking extended leave from the hospital since he had the time to do so and Kagome did not. He would also be announcing that he would not be defending his Kendo title in the next year. When Kagome was busy training with Kaede, he would be going over his forms and sparring with his father. When Kagome wasn’t sleeping or studying with Kaede, she would be with him. Spending time together would strengthen their bond and he would use that time to work on her physical fitness and teach her basic defensive techniques.

He would be putting her on a high-protein diet where her portions would not be limited as she would need the protein to build muscle and burn fat but her carbohydrates would be strictly limited. It was actually quite similar to what he ate himself so he would be sharing meals with her so it wouldn’t feel like she was dieting. She was not going to like giving up her fruit and chocolate.

He was also going to be weaning her off of her psych meds and monitoring her for changes. After everyone was up to speed, it was the consensus that she probably didn’t need them at all and time with her one should help stabilize her moods naturally.

After a tense goodbye where Kagome couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes and was too busy wondering when the hell everyone would stop messing with her life to actually bid anyone a proper farewell, she ripped her coat and scarf out of Sesshoumaru’s hands and stalked out the door to the car. Toga had agreed to bring Kaede by first thing in the morning so the couple could have the night alone to try to adjust themselves to their new day-oriented schedule and to think on all the new changes that would be happening in their lives. But mostly they delayed because Kagome was really not taking the decisions of the night well.

Sesshoumaru unlocked the doors, but before he could grab the handle, Kagome had opened her own door and plopped into her seat, slamming the door on him. She silently stewed as the daiyoukai slowly walked around the car to the driver’s side and entered. He sat there without putting the key in the ignition as though he was about to say something.

She beat him to it. “I’m just warning you now that if you don’t take me someplace to get chocolate, I’ll be sleeping in another room tonight.” Her tone was terse and she was absolutely serious.

“Kagome, we just agreed that you would be starting a new meal plan. There will be no chocolate,” he said gently.

She crossed her legs and her arms and looked out the side window. “Fine. Don’t even think of coming anywhere near me. I can’t even look at you right now.”

He put the key in the ignition and began the long drive home. And it was a very long drive home.

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As soon as they pulled in the garage, Kagome was out of the car and walking fast up to the front door. When she found she couldn’t get in, she stood there under a Japanese maple with her foot tapping and her arms crossed staring a hole in the ground and waiting for Sesshoumaru to slowly walk up the landscaped path. After he let her in, she pushed past him and shrugged out of her coat and scarf, barely managing to hang them up and slip out of her shoes before taking off down the main hall.

He didn’t have to look hard for her. He could hear her sobbing and smell her tears. She was in her closet grabbing clothes from the sound of hangers flying and drawers opening and shutting. When she had several days worth, she turned and went to exit the room but he was blocking her way.

“Where do you think you’re going, Kagome?”

She glared up at the impassive daiyoukai. “Away from you.” It was his bright idea that she quit her job and be dependent on him. And she felt betrayed because not one person there had disagreed with him. Was he really going to pay her bills and her rent and everything? And what was she supposed to give him in return?

“No. You will put those clothes down and we will get you something to eat. You haven’t eaten since this morning.”

“If it’s not chocolate it’s not going to work. And besides, I really don’t want to be anywhere but the far end of the guest wing right now.”

He walked over to her until she backed up into the empty clothes rack. Her eyes were big as she had no idea what he was planning. His face was a perfect mask and he betrayed not a hint of his intentions. She held her clothes out in front of her like a shield.

Suddenly, he bent at the waist and hefted her over his shoulder.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing, you big oaf? You can’t just keep picking me up every time you want to! I’m not a little kid. In fact, I’m not a little anything now let. Me. Go!” She pounded on his back and kicked and screamed but he just turned and walked out of the room, dropping clothes the whole way.

He carried her until they reached the kitchen where he plopped her unceremoniously on the island counter where she had been while he made breakfast that morning. It felt like it had been weeks ago. When she gave him a mutinous glare and made to get off the counter, he let her see his anger in his eyes as they blazed like the fires of a forge and she thought better of it.

He blinked and his mask was back in place. “Now, what—aside from chocolate—would you like to eat?” he asked in a warning tone.

“I’m not hungry,” she asserted stubbornly.

So it would be like that. He wouldn’t argue with her. But he wasn’t going to play fair, either.

He reached above her pouting head and grabbed a copper skillet, placing it over a high flame. Then a copper sauce pan. He preheated the oven to 500 degrees. Then he went about getting his ingredients, thankful to his brother for his input and thankful he had sent Jaken to the store while she slept. Her pout didn’t stand a chance.

……………….

She watched helplessly as he brought out the ingredients for Oscar. Gods, but she loved Steak Oscar. She watched as he made the béchamel sauce, as he sautéed the asparagus, as he pan seared the prime, dry aged filet mignon, added a very generous mound of jumbo lump crab meat and finished it in the hot oven like a five star steak house would. She watched him plate it, ladling the sinful, rich sauce around and placing the deep green asparagus at a jaunty angle over top of his masterpiece.

Then he had taken a fork and knife and asked if she wanted some and all she could do was nod enthusiastically with big, pleading eyes. He cut a generous piece, making sure to get some of the sumptuous crab meat on the fork as well, and brought it up to her mouth. When she leaned forward to take a bite, however, he pulled the loaded fork away from her and she couldn’t help but whimper pathetically.

He raised a brow and asked, “How old are you, Kagome?”

Still staring at the delicious morsel on the fork just out of her reach, she said, “32.”

Taking his free hand and moving her chin until she was looking into his eyes he asked, “And are you ready to use your words?”

That set her off. “Jeez, Sesshoumaru! All I wanted was some space to come to terms with everything. What’s so wrong with that? Well, and a little ‘goodbye to freedom’ consolatory chocolate”

“Do you not recall what happens when you sleep alone? You were placing yourself in danger and that this Sesshoumaru cannot allow. Ensuring your safety is my duty as your one, Kagome.”

“Oh.” She thought on his words for a moment before replying, “I really didn’t think about it that way.”

“Hn.” He raised the fork to wave under her nose and said gently, “Is there something you would like to say to this Sesshoumaru, miko?”

While there were plenty of things she would like to say to that Sesshoumaru at the moment, she relented, “I’m sorry for trying to put myself in danger.”

He let her take a bite of her meal and nodded in acceptance. “That will do for now.”

Through a mouth full of steak and crab, she bristled, “For now?”

“Hn. For now. We have much to discuss but your food grows cold.” Taking her plate, a napkin and silverware, he set a place for her behind her on the island, then pulled out a bar stool for her to sit on.

“Sesshoumaru?” she asked as she jumped down from her perch and walked around the island to her new seat. “If there were bar stools, why have you been sitting me on the counter?”

“Because the other side is closer and picking you up gives me an excuse to touch you, of course.”

She blushed and ducked her head as she tucked in to her delicious meal. “Of course,” she mumbled.

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