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Chapter 3: A Slightly Normal Day
Day Four, Inu Yasha’s Forest

Morning came as it always has. Kagome was already up bustling about the campsite gathering things needed to prepare breakfast, as she always has.
The day went by and everyone was doing their usual thing. Miroku would be perched on his favorite log mediating and would ever so often open an eye to ogle Sango. Sango would be practicing in her favorite clearing down the base of the hill near the well. Shippou would be snuggled against the hip of his favorite human, Kagome of course. And Inu Yasha could be found lazing about in his favorite tree snoozing.
Quite the family one would say.
The sun high in the sky marking noon, Kagome looked up from her novel over to where Sesshoumaru lounged under his favorite tree. Yet again, he had a faraway look in his eye as he gazed blankly over to the horizon. His profile was sharp and gorgeous as small rays of sun broke though the numerous leaves of the tree above him casting little star-like lights skimming across his flawless pale skin.
It was a wonder how one could be so utterly beautiful and look so bored. Was he really that bored? Was there really nothing that stirs his interests in life? If that was the case, Kagome was somewhat glad she wasn’t perfect. To be, act, and look perfect on a daily bases wasn’t something she wanted to achieve if she was going to be that bored.
Kagome thoughts of Sesshoumaru came to a halt when a loud smack echoed across the camp. She looked over to watch the slayer storm away as the monk climbed back over the log to resume his meditating pose as if he was never smacked across his grinning face.
She shook her head when the infamous handprint made its appearance on his handsome face; red and angry. He will never learn. She smiled at the grinning idiot when he wagged his brows at her.
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After witnessing the monk’s punishment for the 4^th time today Sesshoumaru resumed to watching the horizon. Boredom. It bothered him to the point where it was bothersome. Out of all things in the world to bother him…it had to be boredom. What could one such as himself do about such a mundane feeling? So far nothing came to mind that could appease his need for …something. He suppose there was always resuming his lordly duties…
The demon lord shuddered in revulsion.
Even his sorry excuse of a brother deprived him of entertainment. A sharp snarky remark from the miko would be nice right about now. Sesshoumaru looked over to the miko in question in time to see her look away quickly. A faint blush crept up her neck.
Indeed.
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Miroku was meditating on his usual log observing the odd pair on opposite ends of the field. He had long ago notice the two becoming familiar with one another. Who would have thought the Lord of the Past would fancy the Lady of the Future? If, you could call such a thing a fancy. The demon lord was still his indifferent self. The only difference would be the odd gleam in his eye when he would look at Lady Kagome.
Sighing, Miroku glanced toward his beloved demon slayer storming away from him, her hips swaying to and fro with angry vigor.
Now this is what one would definitely call, what he has for the warrior maiden, a fancy. No they don’t bicker like an old couple, more like… Well he wasn’t sure what to call what they had. He would compliment her, woo her, present her with the prettiest flowers nature has to offer, and would even on occasion show her affection.
He rubbed his raw recently abused cheek and sighed. Too bad she doesn’t share the same view he does about affection. A pity such things go unappreciated by the lovely warrior.
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Sango tried to suppress the throbbing vein in her forehead.
That perverted lecherous no good dirty rotten monk!! One would think after many clonks, smack, thumps, and bashes about the skull would teach you something; apparently not with that lecherous fool.
She loves the idiot. She just can’t understand why he continues to push intimacy so fast between them. Not once has Miroku given her flowers without a rub on her behind. Not once has he complimented her without squeezing the said part in emphasis. Not once has he confessed anything to her to at least bring their relationship to conclusion. Maybe then it wouldn’t seem so wrong when he does show this so called affection. Sango wouldn’t mind being felt up as long as she is certain SHE is the only woman being felt up. She would enjoy it actually, but she dare not tell him that now or she’d simply have to kill him.
She has a respectable virtue to protect since he seems too unwilling to claim her as his wife.
Sango huffed. Fine, he doesn’t have to claim me. I’ll just find some OTHER respectable gentleman who would court me PROPERLY. Happy with her resolve she made her way over to her sister then settled besides her pouting.
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Kagome smirked at her sister when she plopped down beside her. She knew why the “tough on the outside, hopelessly in love on the inside” slayer was pouting. She would have loved nothing more than to play match maker between the two love birds. But it irritated her to no end how one would deny the other an all out confession.
For Pete sake!!! They make it seem so much more complicated than it needs to be. They’re both just horribly sexually frustrated, though it’s much more obvious within Miroku’s behavior than Sango’s. But it’s still painfully obvious all the same.
Kagome had already talked to them both and learned they both feel the same way about one another. But she dare not tell one of the other or else they’ll claim she was putting false hope in their hearts. Phooey with that garbage!!
“Sango, you have to be patient with that idiot. Miroku will come around…eventually.” She sighed as she comforted the slayer with a pat on the shoulder.
“You said that eons ago already, practically since Miroku and I first met one another.” Sango hissed to her sister quietly while sending wary glances over in Miroku’s direction.
“But Sango, he really….” started Kagome.
“I refuse be some new sexual escapade. Until he confesses to ME Kagome I will continue to deny him.” she whispered stubbornly interrupting Kagome.
Sighing in exasperation, Kagome shook her head and dropped the subject. No use going to talk to Miroku either. The conversation will only have that same result. She could hear him say, ‘Lady Kagome I cannot let my true feelings for the lovely Sango be known until I’m certain she could accept my lusty heart.’ She rolled her eyes and left well enough alone. No use giving herself a headache working a problem that refuses to be solved.
Wait, She sighed, Never mind, the headache’s already there. She rubbed her temples frowning.
“Could it be that you’re finding thinking a difficult feat, miko?” mocked the demon lord.
Unaffected by his attempt at riling her she mocked back innocently, “Could it be that the Lord of the West is actually so incapable of entertaining himself that he would stoop so low as to pick on poor little ol’ me?”
“Poor little ol’ you indeed miko.” stated the demon lord. Kagome only narrowed her eyes at the bothersome demon lord.
Everyone at camp watched the pair amazed. Did they really just throw insults at each other?
Miroku and Sango looked curiously between one another. Rin and Shippou shared a puzzled look before resuming their game of tag. Something funny was going on between the unlikely couple.
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Jaken was at a lost! He just had to find a way to get his lord back to the palace. With himself alive of course, with no broken bones, or a melted skull. The homely kappa shuddered. Of course that would be an impossible feat if it was himself who pestered the stubborn demon lord into returning home. He tried on many occasions to relay why it was dire that the lord return home immediately only to become pasted to a tree or squashed under his boot. Jaken watched the demon lord and his brothers wench exchange sharp retorts with one another.
Disrespectful human. How dare she insult my lord in such a manner? Then again, the real question is, how does she disrespect my lord…and live? Jaken wondered.
The imp eyed the Miko speculatively. The onna has tried his lord’s patience many times and she has yet to become filthy human goo. Fascinating.
Was it possible that his lord was interested in this slip of a girl? If so, where would such an odd fascination lead to? Perhaps he could use this discovery to his advantage. That miko may prove useful in many ways in regards to his lord if he thought about this carefully.
Oh yes, he can smell a scheme cooking in his little mind. A mighty clever one if he do say so himself. The imp chuckled evilly.
“Jaken what’s funny. Rin loves funny things, can you tell Rin too? Please! Rin wants to laugh too!” Exclaimed the excited six year old. Rin was so excited that she bounced up and down wildly drawing very unwanted attention; his lord’s.
Jaken quickly admonished the child. “I found no such thing you silly child, now sit still before you make your kimono filthy again and Lord Sesshoumaru has to bother with buying you a new one!”
Not wanting to bother Lord Sesshoumaru, Rin immediately calmed down and sat perfectly still, grinning innocently at her lord.
Sesshoumaru watched his ward become docile almost immediately then looked toward the kappa. He knew the little green imp was planning something, and whatever it was must be something of treacherous intent. Why else could the demon lord smell the fear and apprehension rolling of the little toad in waves? He narrowed his eyes menacingly to scare what little ploy the toad has working in his head, out.
Little to the demon lord’s knowledge, that wasn’t the only thing he was scaring out of the poor kappa.
“Stop threatening that poor toad before he has an aneurism. His health is poor enough as it is by simply being in your presence.” Scolded the irritated miko.
Kagome had about enough of Sesshoumaru picking on the toad for no reason. Rin is an overly excited child after all and needs to be scolded every once and a while. Not that what Jaken did was much of a scold. At least Rin obeyed Jaken; her Shippou would have laughed at him.
She watched the demon lord continue to send silent death threats to the poor creature. One would think that Jaken spanked Rin. Though Jaken may be a mean, rude, snotty little imp, it’s apparent that he holds this pompous demon in a regard higher than necessary. Sesshoumaru could at least ease up on him a little.
“Do tell me, Lord Sesshoumaru, when I’m worthy of your attention. For I have a bone, no pun intended of course, to pick with you.” stated the miko sarcastically.
Content that Jaken’s fear reached a nice degree of terror, Sesshoumaru finally turned to Kagome and pinned her with emotionless golden orbs granting her his undivided attention.
“Now that I have the rare honor of holding your interest…Lord Sesshoumaru…” Started the sarcastic miko. “STOP picking on Jaken!!! Jaken has done nothing but try to be the best servant to your highness. Tending to your every need, remind you of your lordly duties at home, which by the way, that I’m aware that you constantly try to avoid. He has even tended to YOUR ward that YOU have adopted and took responsibility of since YOU resurrected her.” she stated boldly, carefully watching Sesshoumaru‘s unchanging face.
Grateful that her head was still in place Kagome continued. “And furthermore, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were acting like a spoiled little child refusing to do his chores because he simply had ‘better things’ to do. Frankly, annoying mikos, scaring defenseless kappa demons, and throwing an over grown ego about seems underhanded if you ask me. Not something I would call better things to do!” Kagome ranted loudly. Everyone in hearing range gasped. Jaken held his breath while Shippou and even Rin stared wide eyed at the miko’s accusation. InuYasha however was busy sleeping in a tall tree while Sango was busy prying Miroku’s hands off her hips.
Sesshoumaru continue to stare at her face unblinking as she continued her rant. Interesting. She thinks to tell me how to govern my underlings. Though she may be right on the matter in some cases, it doesn’t justify her admonishing me as if I was a mindless whelp. No matter how much I may act like one. His mind returned to the miko when he realized she was still going on about how he should give Jaken his credentials or some such nonsense. He then tuned her out again.
What he finds unusual about the whole situation is that he has yet to become provoked or angry at the mouthy human. Only, intrigued. Baiting her was just too entertaining. Far too entertaining for such an odd hobby.
Speaking of mouthy…there are quite a few things the demon lord can think of occupying that mouth with. That ever flippant tongue of course has several wicked uses of its own. He lowered his eyes to the wet appendage in question. Yes, I know many uses for such a tongue.
Kagome was just about to tell him to apologize to Jaken when she notices the demon lord’s gaze dropped to her mouth. Is there something stuck in my teeth? “And lastly…you….should uh…you should…”
Sesshoumaru smirked inwardly at her sudden verbal constipation. The blessed sound of silence, mused the teasing demon lord.
“You were saying miko.” he mocked huskily while never lifting his gaze from her lips that are now still from a sudden lack of words.
“All I’m saying Sesshoumaru Lord…I mean uh L-Lord Sesshoumaru….is that you…y-you…uh…” Kagome watched as his eyes become hooded and a smirk grow on his face devastating her hormones.
Oh Kami!!
Sesshoumaru grinned victoriously when her scent became spiked with that light lusty musk he come to like so much. Who would have thought such a small gesture could make her smell so delicious?
“I what miko?” the demon lord questioned innocently.
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Frustrated, aroused and annoyed that he would toy with her in such a perverted way to make her mind fuzzy, she huffed and shook her head turning from the lecherous demon. “Oh forget it!!!” she growled, suddenly finding the grass interesting.
“So you have, Miko” he mocked then beckoned Rin over to him and settled her within his lap. More than happy to oblige, Rin snuggled against his chest and pulled his hair over his shoulder idly attempting to braid the illegally straight strands.
Oh don’t be a father figure on my account. Hissed the miko inwardly.
She watched enviously as Rin snuggled against the mokomoko now wrapped around her as she drifted to sleep in the demon lord’s lap. Cute. It’s a shame HE’S all she has for a father figure at the moment. Kagome pictured Rin in her adult years with a cold expression gracing her pretty face while decapitating a maid for simply blinking too fast. Horrified at her thoughts Kagome shuddered casting a glare at the demon lord. I hope for her sake he would at least let her keep a ‘small’ string of compassion. Can’t have a HUMAN Sesshoumaru roaming the earth now can we?
Kagome was pulled from her thoughts when she felt a tugging on her shirt. She looked down to find Shippou yawning widely showing his cute little fangs. Her sleepy kit looked up at her expectantly with watery emerald eyes.
She smiled then gathered the kit into her arms and cradled him to her chest humming softly to coax him into a deeper sleep. Soon she herself wanted to lie down for the evening and went to place Shippou on the hard ground but stopped when he started whimpering. She wanted to lay out the sleeping bag and lay them both down but she didn’t want to disturb him in the process.
Kagome was about to try and stand with him still in her arms when a voice stopped her. “Give him to me.” Shocked she looked up at him in surprise. Usually she’ll question it but she was simply too sleepy to bother. So she immediately passed the sleeping Shippou to the demon lord’s surprisingly gently hands; which, by the way, were large enough to settle the kit in one steady palm effortlessly. Content to know her kit won’t awaken at her absence, she went to work setting out the sleeping bag under a tree.
She was about to return to the demon lord to retrieve her kit when she turned to find Sesshoumaru already beside her. “Lay down miko.” he ordered softly. Kagome scowled up at the towering lord to find him holding Rin against his shoulder while crouching down beside her to hand Shippou over to her. Too tired to protest anything she yawned and laid down on the sleeping bag while Sesshoumaru settled the sleeping kit near Kagome and placed her blanket over them both.
Satisfied they both were comfortable and sleeping soundly, Sesshoumaru settled beside them with Rin still cradled in his arms against the tree closest to them. Relaxing to the sound of the different breathing patterns of the two pups and miko, he himself eased into a light sleep-like state oblivious to everyone’s wide eyed stares.
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Jaken, finally able to relax, watched his lord rest with the pups and miko.
He was almost positive his lord fancied the human girl far more than he realized and he knew his lord better than anyone else. The exchange of sharp remarks, the odd looks between one another, and the sudden closeness. It was hard to make heads or tails of this discovery. What use could she possibly be to his lord?
For as long as he’s known Lord Sesshoumaru, he has never known his lord to do or say anything that didn’t benefit him. So again he wondered, what use does his lord see in this human?
The toad was so caught up in his thoughts that he failed to notice a waking hanyou crouching behind him also observing the sleeping demon, miko and two brats.
“Hey toad…” rasped the lazy eyed hanyou scratching his chin lazily.
Startled, Jaken shrieked hopping a clean 3 feet in the air. Quick to recover, the kappa sent a weary glance over to his Lord praying he hasn’t disturbed his rest. Two times he has seen his life flash before his wide bulbous eyes. Although he can’t seem to understand stand why they were flashes of his lords boot at various angles. Was that really all his life consists of?
“Shit Bug Eyes, you should be glad I didn’t try to scare ya’ on purpose or else ya’ woulda’ kicked the bucket mid-shriek.” Inu Yasha joked while smacking the traumatized kappa on the back sending him forward two feet.
InuYasha returned his gaze to Kagome and Sesshoumaru sleeping soundly. He don’t remember EVER seeing his flaky icy hearted brother sleeping to close to camp, let alone believe that he is now witnessing the royal ice prick sleep so close to Kagome. Puzzled, he crossed his arms sitting while on his haunches then cocked his head to the side inquisitively.
“So what’s up with Lord Icicle suddenly becoming all ‘buddy buddy’ with Kagome, huh?” Whispered Inu Yasha, his eyes never leaving his brother coddling his resurrected brat.
Jaken huffed at Inu Yasha’s disrespect but answered him anyway “Your guess is as good as mine half breed. Apparently Lord Sesshoumaru has taken a liking to your wench.” Jaken finished haughtily. Suddenly the kappa found his face pressed into the dirt by a clawed foot on his head holding him in place. Jaken shied away from the unusually cold expression on the hanyou’s face.
“That so called wench happens to be a friend of mine so I’d watch what come out of my fucking mouth if I were you ya’ bird beak imp.” InuYasha lowered his face to the plastered kappa adding pressure to his crushing skull “Not forgettin’ to mention that wench has defended your worthless, slimy, green, bug eyed cowardly hide on more than one occasion. One occasion too fuckin many if ya’ ask me. If it were me, I would have let the Ice Prick done ya’ in a long time ago. ” Finished the angry hanyou in a resentful tone. Clearly he was displeased with Kagome’s pity for this green imp.
“Yes, y-yes, this lowly imp w-w-will see to it that her Ladyship receives the p-proper respect s-s-she deserv…. Mmmhp!!” The imp’s words were muffled in the dirt as InuYasha stood pressing all his weight into the poor kappa’s head purposefully.
“Yeah see that ya do that ya’ shit eatin rodent.” pressing his foot one last time into toad in warning, InuYasha launched directly from Jaken’s head into his tree settling down for the night again.
Still plastered in an imp induced crater, Jaken silently cursed and respected the vile mouth hanyou at the same time. So this is how that half breed feels when he’s subdued. He shuddered. Even Lord Sesshoumaru hasn’t crushed me this hard into the ground or that many times. I can’t imagine this EVERY DAY, this dirt taste awful. “Ptooey!” gagged the dirty mouth kappa.
The imp finally peeled himself from the ground to hobble his way over to Ah-Un to settle down for sleep. “Ptooey! Plech!” was all that could be heard of the kappa throughout the night.
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At the main gates of the Western Fortress, looking out across the midnight horizon, the guard squinted at the distance. The figure was unmistakably a large Inu, two in fact. Was that his Lord?
Still squinting, Wakota nudged his partner in the ribs to rouse him from his noisy slumber. “Oi.” he nodded towards the inky black horizon.
Rubbing sleep out of his eyes, his partner too squinted as he yawned. “Lord Sesshoumaru?”
“Nah…he’s rarely in his true form. And this one got company.” Wakota leaned forward and his eyes widen in horror. No. It couldn’t be. He was told that they wouldn’t arrive for another quarter moon. And by then he had planned to make himself scarce upon their return. The fates were cruel. “By the Kami…”
“Tell me that isn’t…”
“Looks like it.” he answered his friend in woeful resignation.
“And she has him with her.”
Wakota nodded sagely as he watched the large figures draw closer. “Go inform Myouga.” He ordered. He barely finished speaking when his partner took off into the castle in a blur of movement. If he was smart, he wouldn’t comeback.
The arriving entourage both touched down silently upon the trimmed grass. Large canine beasts melted away into humanoid forms in a gust of wispy smoke. Like a weightless shadow, they glided eerily across the field in foreign garb toward the gates where Wakota greeted them nervously. “Welcome back, Milady and Milord.” He bowed low at the waist looking down toward his feet.
He stiffened when he felt the weight of their gaze. It was unmistakable. It felt much like ice coated daggers stabbing him deep in his skull. A low airy hum was the only sign the demoness acknowledged him at all before she and her companion continued silently towards the fortress.
The air around Wakota warmed significantly.
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