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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
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Chapter 26

“I do not have the power to break this curse,” the elder miko said. She watched as disappointment washed over her charge’s young face. “But you do.”

She reared back in shock. “Me?! No way. It’s because of this curse that I lack powers. How can I fight something that binds me?”

“Kagome, child, you are more powerful than you know. More powerful than the dark one knows. He has you wrapped so tightly you should not be able to draw breath and should have perished decades ago yet you remain. He steals your energy and poisons your thoughts yet you have never given in and taken your own life. I wish you could see your aura, see how it sparkles with life and purity despite his bands of control. You are no victim, child. You are a warrior.”

She let out a short, sardonic laugh and raised an eyebrow. “Have you seen me? I am no warrior, but a sad, fat, deformed girl.”

“You have not seemed sad in either of these two times I have seen you.”

“Well, I…” She thought about it. She hadn’t really been sad since she came to Sesshoumaru’s shiro. In fact, she was feeling remarkably better than even herself as Relationship Kagome. “Alright, I’m not sad, but you can’t argue with the other two.”

“You know better than anyone how a body may change over time. When I say you are a warrior, I speak of your soul. You have a fighting spirit. You are far more than your father taught you to believe you were.” She leaned forward and took the girl’s hands in her own. “Come. We shall work on creating a ball of purity in these very hands. It is the first step in discovering your power and judging by what I’ve seen so far, by the time your dog comes for you, you will be able to show him your progress.”

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Sesshoumaru and his father were still sparring when they felt it. They instantly lowered their swords and halted their attacks. Their eyes met as they realized what they were feeling. Power. Raw, blinding purity. It was making the hair on their arms stand on end and their skin crawl. They took off to find Kagome.

As they approached her office, they could hear the tinkling of her girlish laughter. They exchanged glances before sliding open the door.

There, in the middle of the floor, sat their Kagome playing with a sparkling pink ball of energy like it was an inflatable beach ball, bouncing it high in the air by the tips of her fingers. Toga didn’t know what his son was feeling at the moment because, well, he almost never knew what his son was feeling, but he, himself, was mildly terrified. He addressed his soon-to-be daughter with, “Kagome?”

She caught the ball deftly in her small hands and smiled a radiant, crooked smile at the two males. “Look, look, look what I can do! Isn’t it cool?!”

She giggled and Toga groaned. “Kagome, sweetheart, you do recall that holy power can kill demons, correct?”

She was instantly crestfallen. “Oh…so that means you don’t like it?”

Sesshoumaru, feeling exquisitely proud of the progress his chosen had made today, braved the interior of the room and came to kneel beside her. The proximity to her energy was definitely a new experience for him but one he quite enjoyed. He could feel her purity buffeting against him like the waves of a gentle sea. He knew she could never allow herself to bring him or his family harm. He said to her, “This Sesshoumaru is proud of you, miko. However, while this Sesshoumaru does not mind the feel of your energy, my sire is an old demon and unsettled by it. Perhaps you will be so kind as to reign in your power for his sake.”

With an exaggerated sigh, she said, despondently, “OK.” And she pulled her energy back into her body as the elder miko had taught her.

Toga muttered, “Old demon, huh?” No longer feeling like he was about to be roasted alive, he said, “Well, that was a hell of a thing. I thought you were bound? How did you two manage that?”

Kaede spoke up and explained what she had seen when she had probed the girl’s aura. “So, you see, while he did bind her, he also convinced her she was powerless with the mantra of the curse he laid on her. Her own mind did the rest. She has an amazing well of power—many times more than myself—that remains unbound because it was hidden even to herself.”

Toga thought for a moment then pounced on this, “We must see this as the blessing that it is: it essentially allowed most of her power to remain dormant until a time when she was safely removed from his influence. It is my belief that the monster has no idea of this hidden reserve of power that Kagome has or he would have tried to tap into it. She will soon be skilled enough to break the hold he has over her, but I think it is best to wait.” Kagome and Sesshoumaru frowned but he hurried to continue, “First, we will only alert him to our actions if we sever the bond and Kagome is not ready yet. Most importantly, as I have been reading in the ancient scrolls, bonds are not one-way; with time and practice, Kagome should be able to enter his mind as he has hers. She could be strong enough to feed him misinformation while garnering his movements and plots.”

Sesshoumaru was overwhelmed at their good fortune. Truly the Kami had done all they could to bless their mission against this evil. They had followed the vile treatment of their instrument and ensured that by the monster’s own hand did he bring about his own destruction. He met Kagome’s eyes and saw how this information affected her. She was clearly shaken. He would be spending the rest of the day and evening with her but he would not bring this up until she was ready. She needed time to process all she had heard.

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The couple changed and went to the dojo for physical training. For the first few months, Kagome would be swimming in the reservoir and doing forms in the dojo. Forms are similar to Tai Chi or Yoga in that you use slow, practiced, precise movements and flow from one into the other. Forms allow one to build muscle memory of the action and position so they may be sped up for use in defense or offense. Once she had lost a good bit of weight and put on some lean muscle, Sesshoumaru would step up her training. He didn’t want to push her too fast and cause an injury.

As she followed Sesshoumaru’s slow poses, he filled her in on the meeting that morning with Kagura. Inuyasha had told their father, Kagome’s mother, and Shiori so everyone should know by now. “Apparently, your father now goes by the name Naraku and has been using the power stolen from you over the years to amass an army. According to Kagura, he has travelled all over the world collecting demons to add to his body. He lures them with the promise of power and then absorbs them into himself. He takes their power and strength and adds it to his own. He can even create new demons from himself, such as Kagura and her little sister, Kanna. Kanna is a void demon who was born with a magical mirror that can pull the soul from a body or see anywhere in the world. Naraku has been using this mirror to spy on you for years.” He was absolutely not telling her about what else the evil hanyou did with Kagura’s sister.

“Since he is unable to see you when you are with this Sesshoumaru, Kagura will not tell him you have stopped going to work. She will report that you couldn’t make your rent payments due to financial troubles and moved in here until you could get back on your feet. He may surmise that being near me is the cause of not being able to view or interfere with you, but he will not know why.”

When they were done with their forms, they bowed to each other before grabbing their things and heading off to the underground pool. They followed the same routine as the previous night, treading water until she was exhausted then taking a good long dip in the onsen before drying off and heading inside.

Once again, Sesshoumaru carried her and set up the massage table to relieve her tired muscles that were definitely starting to ache more than yesterday. Some of those poses really made her legs burn, especially the squatting ones. She smelled the scents of rosemary and lavender as he set the massage oil to warm. Tonight the music selection was from her collection of CDs: “Chill to the Chant.” It was a collection of chant music performed by Italian monks. She couldn’t have picked a better album. It was her favorite for relaxing.

Starting up top this time, he massaged her arm, digging in his thumbs to relieve tension and hit her pressure points, slowly working down to her hands, then her fingers, gently moving each one as he rubbed. She had her face down in the little hole meant for her but when she felt the cool slide of silk on her wrist, she popped her head up to look at him.

“Do you trust me?” he asked as he knotted the scarf around her wrist and the leg of the table.

She had no idea what her demon was planning, but she was definitely a girl who liked getting tied up so she merely looked into his eyes and nodded before placing her head back in the pillowed hole, smiling a secret smile. In all her fantasies of her demon prince, when he came to rescue her from the evil king, he would leave her tied up and when they were safe in his castle he would show her the difference in his touch as he loved her bound form from head to toe, leisurely ravishing her.

He moved on to her other arm, but now his touch not only soothed her aching muscles, it sent butterflies fluttering in her tummy in anticipation and made her tingle deep in the apex of her thighs. When he finished with her other arm, he secured it as he had the first before moving to her leg. Slowly, sensuously, he smoothed warm oil over her silken skin. He showed his love for her legs by worshipping them with his hands, making his way down to her slender ankles, to her feet with their girlish toes tipped in sparkly pink polish. As he finished each leg, he tied her ankle to the leg of the table.

When he had her completely at his mercy, his slick fingers of one hand danced a meandering trail up one lovely leg, ever so slowly until he could feel her heat. Her arousal was thick in the air and he moved his hands between her thighs and was shocked at what he felt. There was delicious wetness, yes, but he knew without doubt that the delicate skin he was feeling was scarred. He spread her thighs apart so he could see and there where creamy silken smoothness should be was a field of what could only be years of cigarette burns. He was careful not to betray his outrage to his chosen. He would not make her feel embarrassed or less than she was because of what another had done to her.

Instead, he breathed in her wondrous scent and blew on her wet, fevered skin while she moaned and squirmed. His fingers continued their dance, trailing everywhere but where she wanted them most. Finally, when he had her panting with desire and whining every time he got oh so close but moved away, he stopped resisting temptation and dove in, using his long, skilled tongue to lick her from top to bottom, eliciting a delighted moan from his miko.

His eyes were nearly full crimson, having tasted his chosen’s essence, and he fought desperately for control. Gods, but he wanted this woman. She was his and it would take so little to make her so for eternity, but he drew himself back from the brink, reminding himself that she was not ready and that he had set out to make tonight just for her. He was hard, so hard, dripping hard but this was her time. He wanted to show her how proud of her he was at her progress today and he would do it.

He kissed and nibbled, laved and licked, teased and sucked her sensitive flesh. His agile tongue swirled around her bundle of nerves always leading her so close and then changing tactics in his wild assault. When he knew she could take no more, he added his finger, thrusting it inside her hot, tight tunnel and attacked her clit with his tongue anew. It was but a moment before she tensed her muscles and called his name in ecstasy, her small hands fisting around her silk bindings. He licked her soothingly, gathering up every drop of her on his tongue, before moving back, kissing her left buttock tenderly, and standing.

He slowly untied her, but she lay bonelessly in place. He turned her and gathered her naked body in his arms before walking over and laying her in their bed. He turned off the lights and the music and joined his chosen, pulling her into his arms and placing a kiss on the top of her head. She was already blissfully asleep.

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