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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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Kagome had tried to be patient with Sesshomaru, especially after she had hit him, her own guilt eating away at her for the undignified action of her traitorous hand, but she was feeling her tolerance wear thin and all the failed attempts at trying to get back through the well weren’t helping.
Sesshomaru had become restless and was a constant annoyance asking questions about Miko powers. Wanting to know about the various abilities she had, which were next to nothing because there were no priestesses on this side of the well and she had only just started her training with Kaede.
That admission had only proved to make the Taiyoukai angry, but didn’t stop his inquiries. He began asking questions about Kikyou and Kaede. He went as far as to get her to check out several books on priestesses and studied them with a growing fervor, his pen to paper every night formulating theories.
Sesshomaru had made it perfectly clear that she needed to fix herself so that he could go home and apparently that involved rubbing her nose in all the things she couldn’t do. It wasn’t uncommon that the dinner table would be a roundhouse discussion. Most nights it was just Sesshomaru and her grandfather exchanging stories. It was odd how much Sesshomaru paid attention to the old man. Kagome had always thought the legends her beloved Gramps tried to tell her about were just a bunch of hogwash, but Sesshomaru had told her a lot of it held merit. Huh, go figure.
Naturally, the discussions opened up a slew of questions directed at her.
“That’s cool, sis. Can you do that?”
“No.”
“Amazing. I bet you were safe all the time using barriers. Are they very difficult to conjure, honey?”
“Well, uh..hehe...”
“Spiritual powers have been in this family’s bloodline for countless generations. Kagome is the guardian of the Shikon jewel and my granddaughter. I’m sure that she could purify an entire army of youkai in one fell swoop.”
“Not even close.”

Sesshomaru dragged her off the couch every morning at dawn and would instruct her to meditate outside in the freezing cold. Any time she lost her concentration, she got rapped on the wrist by two claw tipped fingers like some petulant child. She let that behavior slide the first three days, but when he smacked her on the fourth she slapped his hand back. His response had been a very sharp and pointed cuff to the back of her head followed by ‘You were warned against such actions, Miko’ in that even, passive, infuriating tone of his.
She had been so angry at the hypocrite that she locked him out of the house and decided to take a nap in her own bed just to irritate him. Of course her mother intervened thinking they were having a tiff, and they were, she just didn’t know about the details. She let Sesshomaru inside and fed him like Kagome knew she would. Kagome had listened to their muffled voices downstairs unable to actually rest properly because of her turbulent emotions. All thanks to him.
When he found her upstairs, Kagome had hoped he’d have the whole Papa Bear syndrome about the human Goldilocks’ scent marring his place of rest and had feigned sleep just to hear his expected grumbling reaction, but it didn’t happen that way. He simply covered her up to her chin and drew the curtains closed to block out the light leaving her in peace. She forgave him the very instant her bedroom door closed and the next day there was no rap to her wrist because her focus was sound and infallible.
That was also the day he suggested trying the well again. At the time, it sounded like a good idea. They tried every possible jumping combination, including her hanging onto his armor in the same manner she had on the day of the attack which was...awkward. It didn’t work, but did Sesshomaru give up? No. He just relocated their meditation sessions to the bottom of the well, which was ten degrees colder than her backyard, but there was no wrist striking so she humored him.
Yesterday, he tried using Bakusaiga and she had witnessed the sword reject its master in a green tempest of crackling youki that she could not sense for the life of her, but Sesshomaru stubbornly held onto it even as his hand began to smoke. He released it only after their feet hit the dirt bottom of the still inactive well. He had blisters, parts of his skin missing, and couldn’t bend his fingers properly, but never once did he complain.
Instead, he shoved the sword into the dirt and made her sit near it. She was instructed to concentrate solely on its youki. They both hoped that she would be able to feel its awesome power if she just tried hard enough. And try she did, almost to the point of giving herself a nose bleed, but it was useless. She hadn’t felt anything. Sesshomaru left her there in a broody fit to go sulk in the sanctity of her room. He even locked the door.
Kagome knew Sesshomaru had to be pretty upset to just leave Bakusaiga like that. She had pity on him and warded everyone away him while he collected himself.
She had to use a series of towels to drag the blade out of the well because she didn’t want it to come into contact with her own mortal self and end up like Sesshomaru. Just her luck she’d wind up with burns on her rear from slinging it over her shoulder and her derriere’s discomfort would cause the wrist slapping to ensue all over again.
At the end of the day, her butt wasn’t deformed and she even got a small smile out of the memory of Shippo that barely overrode the pain of their separation. So, it hadn’t been all bad.
This morning, he woke her bright and early, but insisted she eat first. He refused the cold bowl of cereal she offered him and sat across from her patiently waiting. It was an odd turn of events. Normally, they were already out the door, but he had explained that she ‘would need her strength.’ Four hours later, she figured out why.
He had used the towels to replace Bakusaiga at his side and waltzed right out the back door towards the well house. When they got there she watched him open it with his left hand and before she could take one step inside, he wrapped his right arm around her waist, lifting her clear off her feet, pinning her to his armor covered chest, and jumped into the darkened hole. They landed with a thud and he set her down pushing her behind him then assuming a protective stance.
She watched him copy the previous day’s events from around his arm. Sesshomaru didn’t bother giving her an explanation as to why he was intentionally harming himself again, but the sheer determination etched into the lining of his jaw told her to keep her questions to herself. The sword reacted violently once again and he plunged it into the ground, only this time he sat with her and meditated, their knees touching on either side of the blade.
Her concentration had been broken by a light frustrated growl and the whispering of silk. She opened her eyes to see that the sun had risen well over head and a very aggravated Taiyoukai was towering over her. He didn’t even wait until she was fully steady on her feet before pulling her too him, positioning her back flush with his chest. He held her still with one arm and lifted Bakusaiga from the dirt before she could protest.
He forced her right hand to enclose around the corresponding wrist that held the balking Bakusaiga and Kagome could admit the reluctance in having her fingers so close to the searing heat of the fluctuating youki. She thought to move away, but he caged her in with his arms, bringing his free hand up to encompass the other before she could move out of his grasp.
She could smell his flesh burning and tried to pry his hands off the weapon, but when she felt the raw energy burn her own fingers, she pulled away, sinking further back into his chest and he growled.
‘Put them back and concentrate.’ He told her, the strain in his voice alone had her seizing his stripped wrists without further qualms.
She established connection with that higher plane and forced herself to ignore his heaving chest at her back and the rigidness of his strong, defined forearms, but when she heard a faint, barely audible whimper, she broke the cycle. She scorched her hands forcing his fingers to let go of Bakusaiga’s hilt and he didn’t argue with her over it. The sword clattered uselessly to the ground and she ignored her own injuries in favor of inspecting his.
The skin on his palms had come off in sheets, making his original wounds that much worse. How he had withstood that kind of pain was beyond her. Kagome sighed knowing that they were going to have to make another trip to the hospital before realizing that they would both have to use their hands to climb out of the well to get there.
She expressed her thoughts and he decided that he could make it up the ladder without her assistance and why not? He’d done all kinds of reckless things thus far. Why not get splinters in his open and freely bleeding wounds as well?
Her injuries weren’t as bad as she thought, but it still hurt to bend her knuckles and to outright touch anything. She wrapped up Bakusaiga in the towels anyway and drug it up behind her like she had the day before. She flung the weapon over the rim of the well and hoisted herself up finding Sesshomaru sitting on the edge staring down at his grizzly palms. She sat next to him in silence while he hopefully was berating himself for being foolish so she wouldn’t have to do it later.
Kagome kicked herself mentally. Boy, she was in a piss poor mood. That wasn’t how she would usually describe a bad day or even a bad week, but this one had been a doozy and only a vulgar term straight from InuYasha’s mouth would suffice to describe it properly. Kagome’s smile was bittersweet.
An elbow nudging her arm broke her from her musings. She looked up at the golden eyes peering down at her and could see another round of questions just below the surface. She sighed and reaffirmed her patience. She had no right to be so ill at him. He was doing everything in his power to get them back and had, oddly enough, assimilated into the family like a normal person. She was just frustrated nothing had worked so far. That didn’t mean it was hopeless nor was it his fault. It was hers. She was the one not operating properly.
“Show me your hands, Miko.” He instructed and she did as she was told holding her reddened fingers up for his inspection.
There were a few places that had been singed deep enough to draw blood and several more blisters. The majority of the damage had been around the very tips of her fingers and the outer knuckles from where Bakusaiga’s energy buffeted her hands. Kagome had the sudden urge to run outside and shove her hands in the melting snow. It was as if the acknowledgment of the weeping flesh had unlocked a secret level of pain she didn’t have before. He studied the appendages for a short time then nodded. She placed them back in her lap trying to will away her discomfort.
“Sesshomaru, we really do need to get you to the hospital. Those burns are terrible.” She told him.
“Will you allow this Sesshomaru to tend your wounds?” He asked instead and she knew that it was probably a good idea.
Her blood held the secret key to unlocking his youki and the properties in his saliva were the best cure for her. It was tried, tested, and approved. She slid off the rim and walked in front of him holding up her hands to his face expectantly. His tongue parted his lips to moisten the finely sculpted tiers, raking over them almost teasingly so. She felt her heart stick in her throat and heat rush to her face. Her shoes were very interesting all of a sudden.
“In the well, Miko.” He said ignoring her offer and, hopefully, her embarrassment.
She swung her legs back over the wooden lip and hopped down with him following close behind her. Kagome was secretly impressed with herself when she landed on her feet and didn’t stumble. Their landings had gotten pretty routine and nearly picture perfect with all their practice.
Sesshomaru invaded her space almost immediately. She had to lift her hands up to reach his mouth considering the fact that he didn’t look prepared at all to bend down to her level. She felt very uncomfortable just standing there and when he leaned forward to place his lips around the forefinger of her left hand, she had to avert her eyes.
Her skin broke out into goose bumps and she shivered when he began to suckle on the appendage rolling his tongue around it paying close attention to her injuries.
She was sure she was red as a flaming cherry at this point, but decided silence to be her best course of action. She attempted to focus on something other than the tormenting mouth wrapped around her fingers, but that image pretty much trumped anything she tried to come up with leaving her ensnared in this incredibly awkward and confusing situation.
His lips slid off of her finger and suckled another between those sinful lips repeating the same actions. Her toes curled and she found herself feeling a little swimmy headed. What in the world was wrong with her and why was it so dang hot all of a sudden?
He took his time on each nick and burn, using his tongue to soothe away any pain she had and by the time he brought his own healed hands around her right wrist, she was knock-kneed and quivering uncontrollably. The arrogant jerk had the audacity to flash her a smug smile right before he resumed his work on her other hand causing her stomach to flutter which only added to her distress.
He had to wrap his arm around her waist to hold her up by the time he made it to her middle finger. Her benedict legs had given out completely and she was having a hard time catching her breath. She’d never felt so…so…well, she didn’t know, but a part of her was enjoying the attention very much and the other half was absolutely mortified. She was having difficulties formulating rational thoughts. The only thing her rattled mind could register was the warm, moist organ caressing her skin.
She rested her forehead against his chest plate, her muscles long since turned to mush. An involuntary moan slipped out of her mouth when he laved the pad of her thumb. She screwed her eyes shut and prayed he hadn’t heard it, but knew better. The heat in her cheeks spread until she could feel the flames licking at the flesh of her scalp.
She was acutely aware of how smooth and warm his palm was against her skin and of the substantial size difference between them. His fingers thick, strong, elegant, completely enveloping her ordinary, plain, clumsy digits. The top of her head barely reached the spikes on his armor and his chest was so broad. She could almost picture the rippling muscles behind the layers of hardened hide and flowing silk.
Her wayward thoughts added to the intense pressure building up inside. She felt him twist her hand just so and when he flicked his tongue over a random burn on her wrist, she thought her head was going to explode.
“Hey sis, Mom wants to know if you’re going out to town. She needs a few things from the market and Gramps is out in the shed looking for some heirloom sake for dinner.” There was a laugh and then a light appeared above them. “Mom’s trying to talk him out of it. I bet that stuff would make you blind.”
Kagome’s mental faculties and strength returned in a miraculous instant. She shoved Sesshomaru away, or more like shoved herself away from the immovable object that was Sesshomaru, placing a healthy distance between them while she tried to catch her breath and force the well to quit spinning.
“What are you two doing down there?” Souta asked a smile clear in his voice as the beam of his flashlight landed first on her then Sesshomaru, whose eyes had never strayed from her.
“Nothing…Sure I’ll go to the store. Are you coming Sesshomaru? If not you could always stay here and help dissuade my Grandfather from trying to poison us over dinner. Or maybe you want to let Souta….” She rambled forcing her legs to move up the rope ladder to her blessed interfering little brother who was grinning from ear to ear making her anxiety that much more potent.
“This Sesshomaru would like to accompany you, Miko.” He said from below her, his voice deeper than she had ever heard it, almost a purr.
She missed the rung she was aiming for.
“You okay, sis? Here, let me help.” Souta offered genuinely, reaching out his hand.
She took it and allowed him to pull her up the rest of the way immediately regretting it the second he spoke.
“Gods, Kagome your face is all red and you’re acting all nervous and stuff. Did he kiss you or something?” Souta asked trying to hold back his snickers.
She heard the sound of whishing silk on silk signaling Sesshomaru’s emergence from the well and thought she heard an accompanying breathy snort-like sound behind her, but chalked it up to her imagination.
Sesshomaru didn’t laugh especially about putting his mouth on a human.
Her facial temperature increased a thousand degrees, if that was even physically possible.
He didn’t smile during weird, nerve melting healing experiments either.
‘GAH! Shut up!’
Souta started laughing outright and she punched him in the shoulder ceasing his festivities as he grabbed the assaulted spot.
“What was that for?” He whined.
Kagome stomped past the teenager not even bothering to grace him with an answer.

A/N: Hope everyone enjoyed the chapter.
Thank you Anon & Luminari_Lilium for their reviews and to the readers & voters.
More to post soon.
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