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Thank you for all of the reviews!� I love reviews!� Can I have some more please?

Here�s the next chapter, which I promised would deviate from
the story I�m originally basing this on� don�t hate me�

Also� there�s a diary lemon� err� something in there,
too.� Is it really a lemon� its some kind
of citrus� maybe more of an orange�

Have fun?
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Dreams

��
The sky began to grey as morning approached.� The chill in the air was lessening as more
and more warmth from the sun reached the earth.�
The strengthening light landed upon the small clearing, illuminating the
pages of Kagome�s old diary.��
Sesshoumaru continued to stare at the page, pondering the mysteries of
time travel and its sacrifices that he had been considering for the last few
hours.�

When he had first laid eyes upon the diary, he never
imagined what surprises and revelations it held for him.� To think, for years he had interacted with a
being not from his world, a being that had not even been born.� If he had known then what he knew now, his
actions would have been far different.�
When Sesshoumaru considered how different his actions would have been,
though, it took his mind down dangerous paths that were better left alone.�

Sesshoumaru grimaced at where his thoughts had been going during
the night, rebounding between pity and scorn and something else he did not want
to name.� He supposed when he considered
all of this new information, he couldn�t help but feel a little respect and
appreciation for the priestess Kagome.�
She had taken a great burden upon her small shoulders for which she had
lost everything.� Such devotion to a
cause was admirable, found so vary rarely, and Sesshoumaru could admit that he
admired the girl for her honor.� It was
such a shame she had attached herself to such a failure of a person, that
pathetic half-breed Inuyasha.� He really
was a failure in so many ways, he couldn�t protect her or her cause or her
future and in the end he had ruined her.�
If it had been Sesshoumaru, he was sure things would have been much
different.�

Yet Kagome loved Inuyasha, yet if it had been Sesshoumaru,
what would it be then� Then Sesshoumaru�s thoughts became dangerous and he
turned them back to scorn.� Scorn for
Inuyasha and Kagome.� If she had done
this and that, things would have been different and Sesshoumaru would not being
feeling pity for her.� If she hadn�t
written that damn diary, then he wouldn�t be thinking about this in the first
place.

His eyes went back to the diary, and he considered what to do
with it.� He really should dispose of
it.� It was a dangerous thing, throwing
his carefully ordered world into chaos.�
No good could come from it, and it would be best if he threw it into the
fire.�

Yet� he was so rarely entertained.� His mind was riveted by the questions and
possibilities that Kagome�s diary presented.�
She was such a puzzle, so very interesting, and his quick and nimble
mind was enjoying dissecting the questions she posed.� In the last few hours, his thoughts had been
racing, jumping through so many different subjects and he had been genuinely
happy.� For the last several months,
perhaps even since the defeat of Naraku, his mind had been in a fog, a malaise
that was common among many great demons.�
When life was so long, eventually one ran out of interesting things to
do and ponder.� Life became boring and
tedious, and it was enough to drive many demons to madness.� Yet this diary was fascinating, and his mind
was no longer sluggish and he was alive again.

He couldn�t dispose of it.�
He had to keep reading.� With that
settled, he turned the pages until he came across the next legible entry.�

Dear Diary,

It�s been quite a
while.� I�ve been so busy, but that�s
just what I want to tell you about.� You
see, Naraku has unleashed a new enemy upon us, the Shichinintai.�

Ah, I remember them, Sesshoumaru thought.� Some time has passed between this entry and
the last.� I wonder what has been lost�

For a long time now, Naraku�s been a complete no-show.� He up and disappeared, leaving nothing but a
lot of spare demons for us for to deal with.�
Once we started getting closer, though, he unleashed a new tactic
against us, the Band of Seven.� They are
a band of seven human mercenaries that were fearsome when alive.� They could do the work of a hundred soldiers,
and their tactics were brutal.� But there
were killed years ago, yet Naraku used the jewel fragments to awaken them and
unleash upon us.

The first member that
we encountered was Jakotsu��

Sesshoumaru�s lips curled into a snarl at the memory of that
revolting creature.� To remember him, and
the depravities he thought of and attempted to commit against the demon lord
left Sesshoumaru�s blood boiling.

�who is � an
interesting character�.

To say the least.

�with
rather peculiar interests� especially concerning Inuyasha�s doggie ears�

Sesshoumaru nearly laughed.�
He�s quite sure what Jakotsu must have thought
of Inuyasha, and Inuyasha�s thoughts on the matter.� Knowing that boy�s misery always seemed to
brighten Sesshoumaru�s mood, like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.

Who nonetheless was a
fearsome warrior.�
When we first encountered him, he had just dispatched a whole group of
soldiers without even moving towards them.�
We had hoped to gain information about Naraku from him, but it seemed he
knew nothing about it.� As we later
learned, only the leader of their group had been in communiqu� with
Naraku.�

We didn�t learn this
for some time, though, first we encountered Mukotsu.

Sesshoumaru perked at the mention of that particular member.� His killing of the bandit had saved Kagome�s
life, although that had not been the intention.�
He wondered, what effect his actions had upon
the girl and her thoughts of him�.

Mukotsu is sadistic creature, who lives for
torturing and murdering women.� He told
me it was his hobby so casually, as if it was no different than a person who
likes card games or gardening.

Disgusting creature, Sesshoumaru scoffed.

He unleashed a poison
upon me when I had gone to a well to fetch water, and it paralyzed me.� I was so afraid, I could barely move and I
couldn�t do anything to keep him away.�
He had no trouble at all kidnapping me.

Where was Inuyasha during all of this? Sesshoumaru
wondered.� That boy could handle whatever
poison Mukotsu threw at him surely.� From what the demon lord could remember the boy
had arrived after Sesshoumaru.� Why
hadn�t he been there in the first place?

From what I learned
later, Sango-chan and Miroku-sama
were doing their best to get to me while Shippo-chan
went off to find Inuyasha.�

Why did he leave them?�
They had seven unknown, powerful enemies on the loose, and they
separated?� Sesshoumaru sighed in
frustration, fed up with their antics.�
They always made the stupidest decisions.

Mukotsu took me to a hut where he planned on�
making memories as he put it.� I was racking
my brains thinking of a way to defend myself.�
When he was busy with his poisons, I saw the metal tongs used in the brazier
and I was able to overcome my paralysis enough to grab them.� I hoped that when he got close, I could jab
them at the jewel fragments he kept in his neck and take away his only source
of life.

Sesshoumaru smiled at her quick thinking.� It wasn�t the best strategy in the world, but
it was better than nothing.� He
remembered her log of her curse from the dark priestess, how she had been
unable to overcome the curse and had hoped desperately for the help of her
companions.� She had changed between the
two events, had become stronger.� She
wasn�t so weak�

When he did come
close, that�s just what I tried, but I missed.�
I was a little off, and I couldn�t try again.� I was so disappointed.� I was sure I was going to die unless I could
think of something else, but my paralysis had been getting worse as time went
by, and I could barely move at all at this point.� Then Sango-chan and
Miroku-sama came, but the soon succumbed to the
poison as well.� It all seemed so
hopeless, and Mukotsu was about to kill me when
suddenly�

�he was there.

Ah, that would be me.

Sesshoumaru-sama mortally wounded Mukotsu,
saving us.� I couldn�t fathom why he saved
us, and I had been about to ask him why when Inuyasha showed up.� Sesshoumaru-sama
questioned him, demanding his knowledge of Naraku�s
whereabouts, which is undoubtedly the only reason he had for saving us.

Of course, Sesshoumaru thought.� It wasn�t even about saving them, this
Sesshoumaru just wanted them to live long enough to say where that miscreant
was hiding.

Inuyasha told him how
we had learned that Naraku was heading towards Ushitora, or Northeast. With
that said, he just walked off afterwards leaving us to fend for ourselves.

That encounter did no
good for me, as I�m sure you can guess.�
Every time I�ve met Sesshoumaru-sama, my
dreams became much more� detailed.� So,
I�ve always disliked our groups� confrontations� along with Inuyasha�s general
tendency to get severely injured every time those two meet.� But, every time we met before this, he was an
enemy.� This time, though, the roles were
different.� Now, I�m sure he only killed Mukotsu so that he could garner Naraku�s
whereabouts from us, like I said before.�
It�s the only logical reason for why he would have done so, and it was
nothing personal.

But who said my dream
self was logical?!� If it was, I wouldn�t
even be having these dreams!� So, being
completely illogical, my dream self took it entirely the wrong way!� If I thought my dreams were heated before,
that�s nothing compared to this.� They�re
on fire now!

Really, Sesshoumaru thought in amusement.� This Sesshoumaru wonders at that�

Diary, I�ve told you
that I�m having these dreams about him, but I haven�t yet said exactly what I
dream, have I?� Well, since I always feel
better after I�ve written my problems down, I think I should write my dreams
down.� Maybe I�ll feel better afterwards.

Sesshoumaru paused for a moment.� He wondered at the intelligence of reading
the rest of this passage.� It was
incredibly personal, and he felt uncomfortable just thinking about what lay
ahead.� It would be best to skip this
entirely.� He remembered how he had
considered just throwing the diary into the fire, ridding himself of the
dangers it posed.� He considered again
the logic in that action, that he should probably do
so now�.

�but he really wanted to know what she dreamt of him.

For the first few meetings,
the dream would reach a certain point and go no further until I met him
again.� After a certain
point� I suppose when the goal was accomplished so to speak, the dream
didn�t keep going down a path but just became more detailed in what had already
happened�

Ah!� I�m blushing so much!� Miroku-sama was
teasing me!� I wish they would just leave
me alone.� This is hard enough as it is!

Sesshoumaru could picture her now, in some clearing near a
fire, trying to write down her secrets as a rosy blush formed on her
features.� He smirked at the thought of
it.�

After the first time
we met, in the tomb of the Inu-no-Taisho, I dreamt
that I was sitting in a field at night, looking upon the stars.� Everything was more intense than in real
life, the moon and stars were bigger and brighter, colors were more intense,
smells were more intense (there were sweet Daphne flowers nearby so it must be
Spring), sounds were clearer.� It�s a
wonder I don�t realize it�s a dream, since this can�t possibly be real life,
but it all seems normal�

And then suddenly he�s
there next to me.� I think he was always
there, and I just hadn�t noticed, but I�m not sure.� All I know is that suddenly he�s standing
right next to me, looking down upon me.� �It�s
intimidating, his gaze.� It�s so strong, you can see the power of his will behind it.� It felt like he could see through me, past
the surface to where the center of my being lay.� Being the subject of that gaze� �feeling so small
next to him, I lost my breath.

Then suddenly he�s
much closer.� He�s kneeled down, but his
whole form seems to surround me, and I still need to look up to see him.� I�m never aware of just how much bigger he is
until that moment.

Perhaps it is just that she is so small, Sesshoumaru
thought.� His height wasn�t that unusual
for a demon of his rank.� His father was
a giant that had always seemed larger than life, and Inuyasha is practically a
midget in comparison.� But it is true
that humans in general are smaller than demons, and Kagome wasn�t a very tall
human to begin with.� He had never really
liked that, their diminished stature, but as he thought on it further, there
was a certain allure to a smaller woman, one that could be enveloped within his
arms�

I turn my face away,
embarrassed that he is so close to me.�
That dangerous armor of his is gone, and it feels like he�s no longer
the same person as before.� He�s not my
enemy, and I don�t know how to face him or who I am to him.�

�How strange that his armor could make such
a difference.� It had been designed
specifically for that purpose, to inspire fear and cower
his enemies, yet he hadn�t imagined the effect it would have on her.

But he takes my chin
in his hand (I can feel his claws against my skin), and turns my eyes back to
him.� There�s that stare again, even more
intense than before now that he�s so close to me.� I can�t turn my eyes away from him anymore,
even if I wanted to, and I become lost.

�He really has the
most beautiful eyes.� The color is so
hard to describe� like the red morning sun, the sun that means a storm is
approaching� but his gaze is so fierce, I might as well be staring at the
sun.�

She really has thought about this a good deal, hasn�t
she?� Sesshoumaru was feeling the
discomfort he knew he would feel.� This
was so personal, and her descriptions of his body were so� he didn�t know how
to describe it, the feeling that welled up at her praise of his form.� He had thought he would be proud and smug, this was something that would hurt Inuyasha.� Hadn�t he wanted to use this against Inuyasha?� He didn�t want anyone else to know about this
now, or the feeling it inspired within him.

Then suddenly he is
coming even closer... no, I�m coming closer to him.� I think he�s pulling me closer to him.� I can�t tell, it
almost feels like gravity is pulling us together.� I know what�s about to happen, and I should
be embarrassed, but I�m not and I don�t want it to stop.�

And
suddenly�

And water damage took away the rest of the paragraph.� Sesshoumaru could have killed something he
was so angry, yet at the same time, he was so glad he didn�t have to read
it.� He knew what she had been about to
say.�

He kissed her.

It should be disgusting.�
Pressing against her dirty human mouth.� It should be even more disgusting to her, yet
she seemed happy enough about it.� Yet�
he couldn�t take the image of it out of his head, and he was so angry about
that. *

It was simply the novelty of it, that�s why he couldn�t
erase the image from his head.� There was
no other reason for it.� There couldn�t
be, and there wasn�t.

�.It was after this
that I awoke.�

It was next the next paragraph, after the deed had been
done.� From the looks of things, the
paragraph hadn�t been very long, so there couldn�t have been too much more that
he missed�. Just details�

You can imagine my
shock, I�m sure.� We had just fought him
the day before, and I�m dreaming of him romantically.� He threw acid at me!� How could I be dreaming of him this way?!� My mind is broken!

Clearly.

I thought it must have
been the shock of nearly dying� or the fish I ate, or something and that would
be the end of it� but alas, I had that very same dream the next night, and the
next.

Now, I don�t have this
dream every night.� I do dream of other things, like my grades,
and my family, and the quest for the shards.�
But most times, after I�ve dreamed of these things, I�ll fall away into
my dream of Sesshoumaru-sama.� And I always remember it clearly, while my
other dreams are faded.� It�s so strange.

Anyway, after the next
time we met, when Sesshoumaru-sama had the jewel
shard and a human arm, my dream continued.

Sesshoumaru wondered once again if he wanted to read
this.� If he didn�t want to read about
kissing her, did he want to read about having sex with her?� But his eyes wouldn�t be turned away�

After he had pulled
away, his gaze was even stronger than before.�
He had been composed before, but he had become unraveled now, and his
stare was more raw and intense.

Unraveled, that would be one way of putting it.

I shivered at the
sight of him from� I�m not sure� was I �excited?�

I just shivered again,
at the memory of it.� I really hope no
one saw!

And there was another image stuck in his head, her spine
arching as a tremor worked its way up her supple form.� He needed to stop this�

I guess he thought I
was cold, because he pulled me close again.�
I could feel his body against me.�
He was so strong and hard, all lean muscle.� How long has he been alive, training his body
so that he could be even better and more perfect on the battlefield?� His body was more perfect than any that a
human man could hope to have�

�I think my dreams
have ruined me.� I don�t think I could
ever imagine being with a human man, not when I think of the body Sesshoumaru-sama has�

Sesshoumaru forcefully tore his eyes away from the
text.� This was ludicrous, her
descriptions and they feelings they inspired.�
He�s heard numerous women, both human and demonic, say the exact same
thing about him, and it didn�t affect him at all�

�but he supposed he hadn�t respected them the way he
respected Kagome, and her words meant more to him�

But they were still the petty words of young girl, why
should they mean anything?

And while I was
pressed against him, his hand started to move.�
It had been at the hem of my shirt, but it moved underneath it, without
me even noticing, before making its way up my bare back.� My skin was so sensitive, the feeling was too
much, and my back arched away from his hand.�
I think this was what he wanted, though, because it pressed more of me
to his body.� There was a smirk on his
face, a dangerous predatory kind of look, but I couldn�t stop the way my body
moved to his will.�

He moved his hand
further up, pressing my chest closer to him.�
I had to raise my head if I wanted to still look at him, but when I did,
he swooped down and kissed my neck.

I felt so powerless
against him, as he seemed to control my body, but I didn�t care.� I loved that feeling, of the power that he
held.� All I could do was hold onto him
as his hand explored my body and he nipped dangerously at my neck.

Sesshoumaru hated this.�
How did she know, this he had used that sort of trick before?� That this is how he liked to have sex� Damn
it, why were her dreams so accurate?� If
they had been girlish dreams, full of soft sentiments, then he could have
laughed them off� but this was too much.

Soon I feel a breeze
against my skin.� He had somehow gotten
my top off of me� I suspect he just tore it off (the jerk!), but I wasn�t
exactly thinking clearly at the time.�
I�m just suddenly aware of the fact his hand is somewhere it shouldn�t
be, and his eyes were gazing at somewhere they shouldn�t be� and his soon his
mouth was going somewhere it shouldn�t be�

Damn it!� What does this man do to me!� Just thoughts of this get my body heated, my
skin flushed, and my eyes can barely keep focused.� I�m so hopeless, it�s so scary!

Sesshoumaru could take comfort in the fact that, whatever
this did to him, it did to her so much more.� She was so young, especially when she wrote
this� only fifteen�

But still, he could picture what she had not said whenever
he closed his eyes and how she looked in camp as she had written this log.� Her breaths shallow, forcing her chest to
rise and fall rapidly as a flush made its way down her cheeks, past rosy lips
and away from glazed, lustful eyes�

I need to keep
writing, though.� I want to stop, but I
think I�ll feel better if I finish this.�
I�ve already gotten so far, I need to keep going.

This portion of the
dream ends soon, when his hand goes even further down, past the hem of my skirt
and reaches� its goal.�

I felt so embarrassed
after this dream, to embarrassed to look at
anyone.� It felt as if they must have
known, what I had done and let be done during my dreams.� It was especially hard to look at Inuyasha� It
felt like I was betraying him, as if I was having an affair behind his back�

But then my dreams
went even farther, and I had even more to be embarrassed about.�

God damn it, there�s more�

After he reaches his�
goal, he doesn�t stop.� I hit the ground
hard (I think he dropped me), throwing the air out of me, and then suddenly all
of my clothing is ripped away, and he�s on top of me, looking so wild and
domineering and his hand is once again�

�inside
of me.

A feral growl rumbled out of Sesshoumaru�s throat.� He was on edge, and he hated it.� Everything she wrote was his style, how he
liked it.� He hated this,
it was eerie how she knew�.

He doesn�t stop.� I don�t really want to say, but what he does
with his hand is so� amazing.� I had
never felt such pleasure before, and I was loosing myself to it.� My eyes had been closed, or directed away
from him as my head tossed, but I eventually turn my eyes to him and see that
he�s staring at me.� My face and my eyes,
this whole time he had been watching me and my reaction to his� actions.� My face was burning, knowing that he had been
watching me give myself over to the feeling he was evoking inside of me.� It�s hard to describe how I felt, as if, he
had been confirming his dominance of me.�
He looked so wild, his eyes were bleeding red and I could see his fangs
were elongating.� It should have
frightened me, how very inhuman he was, but it didn�t.� He�s not human, and this wasn�t how humans made love.� He wasn�t a soft and gentle lover, the kind
of man girls like me should be
dreaming of.� He would be raw and
forceful, taking possession of my being.�
I realized this all in that moment, as he looked upon me with that
predatory look in his eyes, and I�

�I don�t know how to
say it, it was the best feeling I had ever had in my life.� Light blinded me, and this wonderful feeling
just exploded within my body.� It was
just like they say in the old scriptures, it must be Nirvana�

Sesshoumaru let out a deep growl.� He could see it in his mind, her face as she
lost herself to his pleasure.� And what
he would be thinking, what he would want��
He was not so high of a demon as to be immune
to those forces that drove all of his kind.�
The need to contaminate, to defile,
was something that he felt just as any lower demon did.� She was a priestess, a beacon of purity and
vessel of the gods, a sacred virgin.�
What pleasure could be had, at taking that purity away�

I�m so ashamed.� You see, not only were my dreams getting
worse, and my feeling of betrayal getting worse with them, but� that was my
very first� � orgasm.� I had given my
very first one to him, Sesshoumaru-sama.� It didn�t matter that it had happened in a
dream, it had still been given to him instead of the man I loved, and felt so
dirty.

A dangerous smile played out on Sesshoumaru�s face.� That feeling earlier, of taking away her
sweet purity came up again.� She was
giving herself to him, whether it was in this reality or not.� That purity was slowly being taken away, and
given all to him.� But he had to stop
these feelings.� This is what drove
petty, weak demons.� He was above all of
this.� It was this feeling that leads to
dishonorable actions.

But it all felt too
good.� A part of me, even now, doesn�t
want it to stop.� Now that I know what it
feels like, I can�t go back to the way I was before.� �I �I want more.

�And I got more.� When we next met, the Tetsusaiga had been
broken and Inuyasha had transformed.�
I�ll admit, while I was certainly afraid for Inuyasha, I couldn�t help
but� remember the feeling that Sesshoumaru-sama had
provoked inside of me, that he was the only man who had ever made me feel that
way.

A smirk played across his lips.� Even while that fool that she loved was in
mortal peril, she still remembered the pleasure that Sesshoumaru had roused in
her small body.�

Oh, how shameful!� But still, I remembered what he had done,
and� I wanted more.

His smirk grew even more.

And like I said,
that�s what I got in my dreams.� When I
come around after my� orgasm� he�s on top of me... and he�s not wearing any
clothing!� How long was I out of it?� The feeling of his naked body next to my own,
and that look his giving me, so feral, I hid my face behind my hands, I couldn�t take it all.�
But he brought his hand up to pull my wrists away� and I�m embarrassed,
his hand was still covered in my� I don�t want to say it!

Sesshoumaru growled.�
She didn�t have to say it.

He had both of my
wrists in his hand, and he pulled them up over my head.� In that position, with him between my legs
and my hands trapped, I couldn�t do anything and he was in total control.� It should scare me� but I wasn�t� I�m still
not scared.� It was exciting.� Why should this excite me so?� His eyes were red and glowed in the
moonlight.� He wasn�t the cool and
composed Sesshoumaru-sama I had met in battle, but he
was like an animal or this wild force of nature� But I suppose that�s exactly
what he is, all the time.� He just has
enough control to cover it up most of the time.

�But he wasn�t controlled now.� The look he gave me, it was like a
predator�s� and I was his prey� his captured prey.� I had been caught and I couldn�t escape and I
was subject to his will.� His face moved
closer to mine, taking in my scent before moving to my neck and nipping and
licking me there.� Whenever I moved, he
would give me a sharp bite and I would still, but I wanted him to do more!� I could feel it, my body was heating up and
getting ready for him, but he wouldn�t do anything.� It was agonizing, because his body pressed
against mine in the best way� and then he shifted and I could feel it pressing against my� my�

Oh... it felt so good!
I made this sound, I�m so embarrassed, but I did and I could feel him smirking
against my skin.� Arrogant jerk!� He began repeating the action, and I couldn�t
help it, I cried out more.�

Sesshoumaru�s growls increased.� He should stop reading, this was wrong.� He didn�t want to hear it, her rapturous
voice echoing inside of his mind.

He wouldn�t go
further, though.� I couldn�t understand
why.� Every time I moved to take us
further, he would stop and give me another firm bite on my neck.� He would hold my neck in his teeth, and I
realized again just how dangerous he was.�
I figured that he wanted me to do something, but I didn�t know
what.� I just knew in that moment that, whatever
it was, I would give it to him.

�I was so lost to him.� I wanted him so much.� I would have done anything just so that he would finally take me.� I feel so wanton now, thinking back on
it.� I would never act like this in real
life� would I?

If this should happen in real life, would she?� Everything she had described just now, how he
had played with her body, getting her to that moment when she was compliant to
his desires, this is what he did, how he liked it best.� He knew what his dream self wanted of her�
before even she did, and it was her dream!

But soon, I knew what
he wanted� he wanted my to ask for him, to beg.�
It seems so shameful, that I should want to beg for his touch, but I
said I would have done anything� and I did.�
I begged him to take me�

�and finally he�

And water damage took the rest.� All of it was gone.� Sesshoumaru was angry, beyond that, he was
furious.� He didn�t care what it would
have done to him, he want to know the rest.�
It was still unfinished, and he couldn�t rest until it was done.� And that made him even more furious.� All of this, that he should want to know the
rest, how he had taken her body�

But he knew how he would do it.� His dream self, that hadn�t been her dreaming
of him and what she wanted him to do.� That had been him, in every action!� He knew exactly what he would do.

His energy was whipping around him now, his fury was
rising.� What had she done to him, this
horrible woman?� That he should desire
this disgusting act, should want to know more, should
want to complete it� It was all her fault!�

He threw the diary across the field as he stormed away, the
chaotic energies around him throwing the forest into disarray.�

I�m not sure if that counts as a cliffhanger or not� what
the fuck kind of ending was that�.

Anyway, author�s notes�err, note.

*This always surprises everyone I tell it to, but for the
vast majority of Japanese history, kissing was considered disgusting.� Not just in public, but all kissing anywhere
and everywhere was basically really disgusting.�
The only people who really did practice kissing were the courtesans, and
it was one of their most esoteric practices.�
Has anyone seen this shunga ukiyoe print (http://www.ukiyoe-gallery.com/detail-c779.htm
) by Utamaro called �The Kiss�?� That�s soooo risqu�
(but then again, Utamaro was a pretty risqu� guy).� Shunga is pretty
vivid, the artists had no qualms about showing the genitalia and the act of sex
itself, but this innocent picture is at the same level as a full-on
pornographic shunga print.� In fact, there�s a funny story about how
during the Meiji Period (late 1800s- early 1900s), some of Rhodin�s
sculptures where going to be seen in Tokyo,
including the sculpture �The Kiss�.� Was
the nakedness of the artwork a problem� no, it was the fact that they were
kissing.� One of the solutions presented
to the problem was putting a bag over the heads so that no one could see the
offensive act, but still admire the sculpture.�
�So, during the Sengoku Jidai, the same would
hold true for a normal couple, kissing was a basic no-no.� But, none of my characters are normal.� Kagome isn�t from Sengoku Jidai,
and kissing is fine in modern Japan
(although you might not want to do it in public).� Then I had to consider how demon culture
would view kissing.� They aren�t as
concerned with contamination and purity the way humans are (they basically are
a contamination by Shinto beliefs), so I have to believe that they would be
okay with some of the stuff that humans thought were nasty� like kissing.� So, in my fanfiction
world, the humans of the time don�t really kiss, but the demons are okay with
it.� Oh, and another cool tip, the modern
word for kiss in Japanese is �kisu�� or kiss.� Because so few people did it, there wasn�t a
good word for it before the West came along and provided one (contributing to Japan�s love of
loan words).� Before then, they used �kuchitsugeru� which means �to adhere mouths� � so romantic�

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