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A/N: Thanks for the reviews!� There is a rather long flashback in this
chapter.� However, it should be pretty
obvious that it�s a flashback, so it�s not marked with a neon //FLASHBACK//
sign.� Also a bit of limey goodness in
this chapter.� I know, I�m a tease.

Last time:

�Inuyasha was killed by Naraku.��
He paused, gauging her reaction.

She blinked slowly at him, and her brows furrowed.

�Who is Naraku?� she asked.�
Almost as an afterthought, she continued, �And who is Inuyasha?�

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Incident

Well,
he thought.� That didn�t work.

She continued to gaze at him
blankly and, if he were not Sesshoumaru, he would have sighed.� He decided then that her memory loss was annoyingly
inconvenient.� He didn�t relish the
thought of having to explain everything to her.

�Naraku is our enemy,� he
said.� �Inuyasha is my
half-brother.�� At least brevity was his
specialty.

Those swirling, enchanting blue
eyes dropped and she looked away from him.�
When her gaze met his golden one again, he hesitated, wondering if maybe
she did remember something.� Her eyes were bright with unshed tears, and
there was such a lost look, such sadness and unspoken pain in her eyes that he
was sure that she remembered the mongrel now.

�I�m so, so sorry for your loss,�
Kagome whispered.

Sesshoumaru blinked.

The rest of his sentence died on
his tongue as he stared at her.� This
sadness in her eyes�was for him?� Had
whatever injury that had stolen her memory away been so grievous that she
didn�t even remember her lover?� And how
could she look at him that way, so full of sympathy and compassion yet without
a trace of pity for his alleged �loss�?�
Didn�t she know who he was?� What
he did?� The kind of creature he was?

No,
she doesn�t, he realized abruptly.

Suddenly, Sesshoumaru decided that
perhaps her amnesia could be an asset after all.� Already she trusted him to an extent, which
was certainly better than he had expected.�
Always the tactician, the demon began pondering ways to use her memory
loss to his favor.� She was unbound, now,
free from concern over Inuyasha or the rest of her companions, which meant that
she would be a much more effective weapon on the battlefield.� Instead of cowering with the little kit as
she normally did, she might actually take some initiative.� He�d seen first hand what she was capable of
when terror and desperation forced her to act.�
Now, unfettered, perhaps she wouldn�t need to be driven to the edge
before actually doing something.

He studied her silently,
remembering those final moments during their most recent battle.� Inuyasha lay dead in the mud, mud formed from
ichor and blood instead of rain, his sightless eyes staring to the sky, pinned
to the ground by several black tentacles.�
The monk had been laying dazed a good distance away, his scarred hand
open and sucking in anything that was foolish enough to get caught in the
path.� A roiling mass of demons lay beyond
him, and Sesshoumaru�s sharp nose scented the huntress in the middle of them,
her blood pouring from her body in torrents.�
She wouldn�t last much longer.

He and his half-brother had cleared
the area around them, however, and the daiyoukai had been standing in a spot of
calm.� The miasma had stung his lungs,
but it wasn�t as thick as it normally was.�
It was almost as if his enemy was toying with them, releasing enough of
his poison to cause pain, but not enough to kill.� Naraku rose up in the swirling cloud, his
monstrous body bulging with tentacles as he clutched the miko tightly to him and
slowly squeezed the life from her.

Her desperate, hopeless eyes had
been fixated on her dead lover, and as Sesshoumaru had watched, Naruka had
leaned forward and whispered in her ear, no doubt taunting her before running
his vile tongue up the length of her creamy, golden throat.� His hands had stroked her exposed stomach and
it had seemed to Sesshoumaru that even the hanyou�s tentacles were caressing
her in an entirely inappropriate manner.�
He�d felt his hand clench around the hilt of Tokijin at that. �As irritating, annoying, intriguing as he
found her to be, even a demon like him knew that such an abomination shouldn�t
dare touch her with such familiarity.� She
was a priestess, a holy woman, and a worthy opponent.� She deserved an honorable death, not this
molestation.� It just wasn�t� proper.

He�d wondered briefly at that as he
had prepared himself to spring at their enemy.�
Part of him almost, almost
seemed to want to save her.� It must have
been because he and his half-brother had reached a tentative truce before this
battle and since Inuyasha was dead now, his half-brother�s woman technically
became his responsibility � at least until he could find her another mate.� Yes, he had decided in those brief moments on
the battlefield, that had to be it.

Then her eyes had fluttered closed
and she�d relaxed back onto Naraku, and again Sesshoumaru hesitated.� He could still smell the stench of her slow
dying, but the sharp tang of her fear was gone, as was the deep, earthy scent
of her despair.� What�? he�d wondered for an instant before waves of purifying light
poured out of her, uncontrolled and wild and so very, very powerful.� Instinct saved the daiyoukai as he just
managed to jump away from the battlefield.�
As fast as he was, he�d felt her energy licking at his heels, and while it
wouldn�t have killed him to stay � he was, after all, quite powerful himself,
plus her power had been completely unfocused � it definitely would have stung.

An instant later the bright light
had faded and he found himself several hundred meters from the field.� As quickly as he had gone he�d returned,
glancing idly at the huntress where she lay dying on the ground, the demons
that had surrounded her purified into dust.�
The monk was unconscious, though he had managed to close off his hand at
some point.

The demon lord had scented the air
� he could barely smell Naraku now, and unfortunately, he didn�t smell the evil
hanyou�s death.� But he was injured, oh,
very injured, and had fled from the field.�
Even more unfortunate, however, was that the woman�s purifying blast had
also all but scoured the vile creature�s scent away.� Sesshoumaru hadn�t even been able to
determine which direction his enemy had fled.�
Irritation bloomed within him briefly before he had tamped it down.� She had
managed to do more damage then all the rest of them, at least.

That was when he�d made his
decision as he�d stood over her frail, broken form.� He�d made a truce with her pack, and he was
not one who broke allegiances lightly.�
Even if she did have somewhat
questionable taste in men, she was still his half-brother�s woman which bound
her to the daiyoukai through blood, as weak as that mutt�s blood had been.

She was also potentially the most
powerful ally he could have at his side, especially given their foe � she�d
proven that.� Inuyasha had always been a
partial failure at keeping her safe, and it was a wonder that the little miko
had survived as long as she had while under his half-brother�s dubious
care.� Her pack was decimated now,
especially since � he sniffed the air again � yes, the huntress had finally
finished bleeding her life away.

He, Sesshoumaru, knew how to care
for his pack properly and keep them safe.�
He would simply regard her as a temporary member until they had finished
their task, and then he would find her a new mate and be able to cut his ties
with her.� He�d studiously ignored how
helpless and fragile she�d looked as he�d bent to pick her up.

The little miko weighed almost
nothing in his arm, and he�d wondered, again, at the power that she�d finally
managed to fully tap.� His half-brother
had been a fool to not help her realize her potential and learn to focus
herself.� He had been a fool and he had
paid with his life.� Had she been
properly trained, Naraku would likely already be dead and her pack (former pack, he reminded himself)
wouldn�t have taken these casualties.�
Luckily, Sesshoumaru was no fool, and he had an idea of how to ensure
her cooperation.

However, those meager efforts were
wasted now.� She didn�t know who she was,
what had happened, or even why they fought together against Naraku.� Still�he
shrugged mentally.� What was done was
done, and at least now he wouldn�t have to face her angry questions or
potential hysterics as she demanded to see her pack, as he�d anticipated.� That in itself was a relief.

On top of that, whatever had kept
her power crippled inside of her had not
returned, and that was a very, very good thing.�
She was still unfocused, of course, she still lacked the discipline and
training to truly deal out the damage that she was capable of, but at least her
potential remained unlocked.� Again,
Sesshoumaru wondered how his half-brother could have been such a fool.

She was still gazing at him, and if
he were not Sesshoumaru, he would have almost smiled.� She hadn�t lost her fire within, either.� He had wondered, while he had waited for her
to regain consciousness, if seeing her lover dead had broken her spirit.� He�d been preparing himself for that so in
this way too, her amnesia was a blessing.�
She would have to learn to properly respect him now that he was her
alpha, of course, but except for her little outburst yesterday, she had been
exceedingly polite.

He shrugged slightly at her, and
decided to give her inner fire a little stoking.� She may not remember anything, but it would
be wise for him to bank the flame inside of her so that she could more easily
turn it towards their enemy.

�Inuyasha and I were never close,�
he said in reply to her sympathy.�
�However, you and he...,� he trailed off and waved his hand
dismissively.

Kagome froze, not sure if she
understood what he was getting at.� She
had a suspicion, but�

�Uh,� she managed.� �Huh?��

�You were Inuyasha�s woman.� You were lovers.�

She felt a slow blush creep up her
cheeks as she said, very quietly, �Oh.�

The miko didn�t understand why she
was reacting this way.� She didn�t even
remember this Inuyasha!�� Maybe there was
just something terribly embarrassing about having an ethereally beautiful demon
lord explain her love life to her as if she were a small, stupid child.
�
Her eyes skittered away from him
and she tilted her head to the side, concentrating.� Nothing.�
There wasn�t even a mental wall in her head that she could fling herself
against, hoping to break through to release her life back to her.� Where her memories should have been, there
was simply nothing.� If Sesshoumaru
hadn�t known her, she would have been tempted to think that she really had sprung into existence yesterday.

Kagome looked down at herself,
focusing for a moment on something besides her troubling lack of memory.� Her hands were pooled in her lap, and she saw
that she was wearing a simple indigo yukata held shut with a red obi.� Her pallet was simple as well, and her lower
half was still covered by a light blanket.

She gazed at her hands, which were
no more familiar than anything else around her.�
Her skin was tanned to a pleasant golden color, but her hands�

Slowly she brought them up to her
eyes, and finally she realized that she did have a past, after all.� Her skin was soft yet there were definite
calluses, and her nails, while clean, were ragged.� Her hands had been through a lot, it seemed.

A sudden thought struck her, and
she nearly gasped in horror.� She glanced
sideways at her host, who was still regarding her coolly, and swallowed.

�Who�,� she began before trailing
off.

Sesshoumaru quirked an eyebrow up
and smirked slightly at her.� He could
smell her acute embarrassment, and he knew exactly what she had started to
ask.� He waited for her to continue, but
as her blush spread, he realized that she wouldn�t.� Still, there really was something fetching about her blush�

�Rin helped me,� he offered
neutrally.

He was rewarded as Kagome gave a
little stuttering cough and looked away from him.� He could see the redness deepen along the
back of her neck, and he could almost picture her rosy cheeks, her eyes wide
with acute embarrassment, the way her lips were probably trembling right now,
so lush and full and�

Wrenching his mind away from the
thought of her lips, the daiyoukai said harshly, �Do not think that this
Sesshoumaru was tempted by your human
body, miko.�

Of course, it was true.� Certainly, a part of him had noticed her form
long ago � it was hard not to when she wore her usual attire (especially those legs, he thought).� And while he�d seen every inch of her over
the past four days, he would have been a sick creature indeed to have lusted
over her unconscious, battered, sliced, broken body.� He�d dressed her wounds, yes, shifted her
unconscious body around as Rin had bathed her simply because the little girl
and Jaken both were too small to move her themselves, but not once had he
looked at her with anything but a healer�s eye.�
He�d been in enough battles, seen enough wounds to be able to focus
quickly and easily on the task at hand.�
No, he�d felt nothing of lust while he cared for her.

That was all changed now.� She was glaring daggers at him, her lips
slightly parted, her breathing rushed, and he could almost feel the warmth
radiating off of her as she continued to blush, but with anger now instead of
embarrassment.� The fire in her eyes was
burning brightly, and she wet her lips.�
She was�glorious.� She was fiercer, more beautiful than any
demoness he�d ever seen, and Sesshoumaru felt a wrenching deep in his gut.� Inuyasha�s,
she is Inuyasha�s, part of his brain reminded him, but another, softer part
of him whispered, but she could be yours.

�Do not think that this Kagome cares, youkai,� she hissed,
mocking him.� �Besides,� she continued,
as if reading his mind, �I�m your brother�s woman, not yours.�

The demon lord felt the iciness
snap over him at her words.� She was
right, of course, he�d even been thinking the same thing himself, but it was
another thing altogether to hear her say it aloud.� Suddenly he was furious.� He was furious with Inuyasha for getting the
Tessaiga, for being wholly incapable of taking care of this woman, for having
her around in the first place with her fiery temperament and flashing eyes and
sweet, fresh scent.� He was furious with
himself as well, for not killing her in the beginning before she became such a
nuisance, for desiring her, for being unable to walk away and let her die not
once, but twice now.� And he was furious
with her, for challenging him, for
haunting his thoughts, for loving the obviously inferior son of the Inu no
Taisho.� How dare she choose Inuyasha and then slap him in the face with it?

In an instant he was over her, his
clawed hand encircling her throat as he pushed her down into the floor, his
face inches from hers.� Sesshoumaru could
taste her breath, smell her anger lightly threaded with fear, see his
reflection in her wide, defiant eyes.�
She was slightly afraid now, but it wasn�t enough, no, not nearly
enough.� She would submit.

Kagome gasped as she felt his choke
hold tighten, his claws pricking the delicate skin of her throat, and suddenly
she felt herself flipped over onto her stomach.�
He was on top of her before she could react, her arms pinned underneath
her, the weight of his much larger body pressing her down into her pallet.� He was immeasurably stronger than she was,
and she was beginning to think that she perhaps shouldn�t have provoked him,
even if he was the one who provoked her first.

His hand swept her flowing hair up
as he exposed the back of her neck, and suddenly she felt his lips on her, felt
the light prick of his fangs as he pierced her skin, his mouth settling over
either side of her spine.� She tensed, instinctively
recognizing it as a bite of dominance.�
And still, a part of her called on her to fight, to rage against him, to
work her arms free, twist around and shove her power right down his throat.

But�

He could kill her easily before
she�d even manage to squirm.� And beyond
that, he had cared for her, tended her well while she�d been unconscious.� She even had the sneaking suspicion that he
had saved her life.� Besides, who else
was there to dress her wounds?� Not Rin
certainly, the girl was too young to know much about healing.� Jaken?�
She still hadn�t seen the retainer, but from Rin�s descriptions he
hardly sounded like he was able to care for himself, much less anyone
else.� Sesshoumaru was a lord, for
goodness sake, and he had cleaned her wounds and dressed her with his own
hand.� How many lords would do that? she wondered.

Besides, did she actually want him to want her?� No way,
she thought.� Oh yes, a little part of her whispered.� So, they were allies.� So, she�d been his brother�s woman.� So, any attraction between them would only
complicate matters.� It would be easier,
better, simpler if he loathed her for whatever reason.� They could get on with this Naraku business
and finish it quickly and efficiently, and then she would be free of him.

The daiyoukai felt her relax
beneath him moments before she whispered, �Apologies, Sesshoumaru-sama.�� He sniffed.�
She still wasn�t truly afraid of him, but there was no deceit, no anger
in her scent.� It would have to do.

He released his bite on her and gazed
down at the pinpricks gathering blood on the back of her neck, shuddering
slightly at the faint taste of her in his mouth.� He hadn�t meant to pierce the skin � she may
be healing quickly, but she already had enough pain to deal with.

He leaned down close to her ear,
and quietly said, �You belong to my pack now, miko. �Do not forget this.�

He felt more than saw her slight
nod, and he lifted himself slightly.� His
hand was still tangled in her silky black hair, pinning the thick mass to the
floor, and he stared again at the marks he had made.� Without thought, he lowered his face and
began licking at the shallow wounds with his rough tongue.� His desire returned full force, no, stronger
than before at the taste of her sweet, sweet blood and delicate skin.

Kagome froze.� An instant later lust boiled within her, and
she trembled slightly beneath him.� Who
was she kidding, anyway, pretending that she didn�t want him to want her?� She couldn�t even move her head because of
his hold on her hair, yet here she was, melting under him, acutely aware of his
tongue against her flesh, of the dangerous hardness of his entire body covering
hers, and, yes, now aware of an altogether different sort of dangerous hardness
pressing against the back of her thighs insistently.� She was his brother�s woman?� He wasn�t acting like it right now.� And neither was she.

Sesshoumaru�s nostrils flared as
the heavy, strong scent of her arousal struck him.� He groaned deep and low in his chest, and he
heard her answering whimper beneath him.�
While the rational part of his mind was telling him to Stop This Now, instinct
was pleased that his female had submitted so quickly to him and was insisting
on asserting his dominance over her completely.�
She�s not my female, said the rational
side, but instinct was overwhelming that small voice.� If she was not his woman, then why did she so
deeply want him to mate her?

And he knew that was exactly what
she wanted.� Even if he hadn�t been able
to smell her desire, he would have known from the little gasps and sighs and
soft mewling sounds of need that she
was making.� His mouth moved over the
back of her neck and he dragged the tips of his fangs lightly across her skin,
down to her shoulder.� He was pleased,
oh, very pleased by the way she shuddered under him.

He lightly bit into her, not where
her neck joined her shoulder, the spot where he would mark her when he made her
his mate (my mate? the rational side
wondered faintly), but on the top of her shoulder where his head had pushed her
yukata aside.� He tasted tiny droplets of
her blood and was rewarded as she arched back against him with a gasp, pushing
her bottom against his throbbing erection, now almost painful with his
wanting.� Oh yes, yes indeed, she was most certainly his female.� His eyes glazed over red as his instincts
took him over even further, and he ground his hips downward, letting her feel
exactly what she was doing to him.� She
growled at him and pushed back against him purposefully, showing him what he was doing to her.

Sesshoumaru released her hair and
dragged his hand down the side of her body, feeling her shiver against his
fingers.� Her scent was driving him
insane, and his hand reached purposefully, intentionally between them.� She was ready for him right now � all he had to do was free himself, pull her to her
knees, push up her yukata and then he could claim her as his own.� Three little steps and she would be his.

His hand was busy at the ties of
his hakama when a sound broke through his concentration.� He snarled at the interruption, turning his
head to see what dared to keep him from his female.� The next instant he was gone, so quickly that
Kagome barely even heard the shoji doors slam open.� For a moment, she still felt him against her,
felt her raging desire boiling inside of her, and then another soft snort drew
her attention.

Rin yawned and stretched lazily
before rubbing her eyes and peering around her owlishly.� She took in the open shoji doors before
looking to Kagome, lying oddly rumpled and face down on her pallet, staring at
the little girl with an expression akin to horror.

The child frowned, suddenly
worried.� The miko looked a lot better
today, even though her face was still bruised up.� She was still too pale, though, and the
little girl wasn�t quite sure how to interpret the look on her face.

�Kagome-nee-chan?� Rin asked
quietly.� �Kagome-nee-chan, are you
alright?� Should Rin go get
Sesshoumaru-sama?�

Kagome only stared at her,
speechless.

***

A/N: I actually hadn�t intended on
writing anything physical so quickly, but I am obedient to the muse.� I don�t feel it was rushed; please let me
know if you disagree.� Unfortunately, it
will be a while before things get physical again.� Fair warning.

Upon request, I am setting up an
update list for Blank.� You can
either put your email in a review, or email me at crescentgray@hotmail.com.

Yukata � a light cotton robe, used
for summer wear, or for lounging or sleeping.�
About as casual as traditional Japanese clothing gets.
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