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To Protect the Alpha Female	By : Sylean Category: InuYasha > General Views: 10682 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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To Protect the Alpha Female
Summary: Kagome had no idea she had been claimed from the very beginning, nor the depth of the request she made of Inuyasha. How could a human ever grasp the intricacies of pack politics and the reason why Sesshomaru was so intent on obtaining Tessaiga? The off-limits girl knew not of her situation, but soon, she would.
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Chapter 30: To Remember

Kagome was still all giddy from earlier as she stoked the fire and stirred the stew. She was smiling for no reason, giggling out of nowhere, and glancing at the happier than usual couple. Not half an hour ago, Miroku had actually done it, he proposed to Sango, and she said "yes!" Of course the rest of them had been listening in on the conversation, catching every word. At first it had sounded like he was going to tell her that they couldn't be together because he saw her as his comrade, but then he went on to ask that if the battle with Naraku ever ended, and his wind-tunnel curse was dissolved, if she would live with him. He asked her to bear his children, asked her to marry him in a heartfelt confession of how he felt about her. And so now, Kagome was still all hyper and excitable from the scene; her happiness for her friends overflowed into her aura, and everyone could feel it. Even Sango's slaps weren't ringing as sharply. She may act like she didn't like it, but Kagome could detect the change in her; her resistance was just for show.
It was of little surprise then, when Sesshomaru came around, since that was tending to be the norm now. His senses immediately picked up on the change, but knew not its cause. "Welcome, Lord Sesshomaru," Kagome smiled brightly to him and brushed the dirt from her knees. "Would you like to join us for dinner? We are celebrating; Sango and Miroku agreed to marry!"
So that was the reason for the change in atmosphere. A quick sniff at the air and he had his answer, "No." Her food smelled like it contained seeds of the nightshade variety; highly abrasive to his senses. He thought such plants were poisonous to humans; Rin avoided consuming them. Her happy expression fell at his refusal. He wouldn't even try what she made? "Human food is not suitable for myself, just as my diet would not suit you."
"Oh," she hadn't though of it that way before, but it made sense. "Well, you are still welcome to stay if you want. Stew not required." Kagome repeated her offer, not wanting him to go so quickly. Inuyasha was dumbfounded at how easily Sesshomaru got out of trying Kagome's nasty "stew." Why hadn't he thought of that?
Sesshomaru nodded slightly to her invitation and pulled something out of his sleeve for her. The scent of that pig demon on her last time alerted him to a reoccurring problem; her miniscule clothing attracted the wrong kind of attention. His intention was to both cover the provocative sight and declare her taken to those that did not have the keen sense of smell to detect his claim. "Evidence of material wealth," he offered the parcel.
Kagome almost winced at the nature of the gift, but accepted in anyways, talking herself down, 'Grin and bear it. He isn't trying to buy me, just show me what he could offer; there is no malicious intent behind this.' When the cloth fell away the shimmering crescent on the fabric beneath stole her breath away. Smiling brightly, she spoke her line, "I will proudly display your claim." She skipped off to go change behind a large bush.
"Monk," A deep voice called and began walking away. Miroku rose an eyebrow, curious what the demon lord wanted with him, but rose to follow anyways. Not doing so could be hazardous.
A short distance away, he finally spoke, "How have you gained consent from the slayer?"
He thought it over but he wasn't sure what he was being asked, "Forgive me, Lord Sesshomaru; I'm not sure I understand your meaning."
"This Sesshomaru was under the impression your approach was met with physical rebuke," perhaps his approach had been more effective than he first thought. Would touching Kagome result in a favorable outcome? But then again, the slayer had struck the monk, Kagome's reaction could also be negative.
"Oh, you mean how I managed to convince her to marry me," Miroku realized the contrasting terminology. "I just told her how I felt about her."
"Hn," feelings. That seemed to be a reoccurring theme. He nodded and made it back to camp before Kagome had finished changing.
"What'd he want?" Sango whispered to her fiancée.
"I doubt I would keep my health for long were I to relay such, my dear Sango," Miroku almost chuckled. It was rather amusing that Sesshomaru would inquire as to his methods; he must not have much experience with humans to resort to such.
"There, how do I look?" Kagome called as she stepped out. She never really wore kimonos much, but the few she had in her era, for traditional ceremonies and such, were so stiff. She wasn't sure what this one was made out of, but it felt remarkably airy and smooth, not at all heavy or suffocating like the human clothes from this era tended to be. It was also easy to move in. Consisting of two thin, connected layers, each had a slit up the opposite leg so that it did not inhibit movement, but still kept her covered. She could get used to wearing this.
The detailing was just the bonus after its practicality, the flowing fabric created the illusion of Sakura petals falling on a white canvas. Just for fun, she gave it a twirl and watched as it flared out around her.
Seeing her dressed as such pleased Sesshomaru's instincts; she would be his. A smile slipped out at the thought and froze Kagome in place, her look of shock matching that which her companions had at the sight of her. If only she'd known that's all it took to see his smile, she might have accepted earlier; it was quite the sight.
Kagome was delighted when Sesshomaru had remained in their camp several hours later. Even if he didn't speak much, he still listened to all of her stories intently.
"Kagome look, there is a ring around the moon!" Shippo pointed excitedly.
"Ah! A Lunar Halo; it's so beautiful," she agreed, and everyone's eyes were drawn to the same phenomenon.
It wasn't the halo that drew Sesshomaru's thoughts though, but simply that the moon was full. 'A full moon,' he recalled. He didn't usually notice such things anymore, the splendor of nature became a dull monotony to his senses over the many centuries, but the rays reflecting off the ice crystals high in the sky ensnared his attention, and with it, the memories returned in force.
(A/N: Last flashback to Sesshomaru's youth was approximately 400 years ago, so this is 25-ish years later.)
Approximately 375 years ago.
Young Sesshomaru used to love nights with a full moon. He felt far more powerful during such times, as if his latent, demonic blood was trying to surface. It was always quiet, peaceful, and his. It was a time he could be without distractions or interruption; no servants or instructors summoning him, no formal appearances, and at one point, no spiteful she-dragons intruding upon his life. He was sure Ryukotsusei had chosen this segment of the lunar cycle intentionally, for a time he once looked upon with much anticipation, was now a time of great reluctance and distain. They arrived with the rising of the full moon; always in the dark of night, and always at the pinnacle of the cycle. A time he once cherished, was now a time he loathed with cold passion.
The white scales glittered as the full form of two dragons landed in the courtyard; Suseira, and her chaperone, Tanku. Ryukotsusei had stopped deigning his presence necessary over a decade ago, yet his daughter was still obligated to appear. When first Sesshomaru asked about his absence, she had responded with a callous reply of it not being worth his time to converse with dogs. He would not have been surprised if Suseira had heard how loudly he needed to grind his teeth to keep from losing his temper. It had since become a soothing game to him to imagine all the ways he could kill her. He was strong enough, he was certain, for even though he had not access to his demonic blood yet, he was far more skilled in combat. Doing so however, would bring Ryukotsusei's wrath and reinitiate the war. Not to mention the full-grown male dragon that shadowed them around the castle grounds. The girl, he could do away with before she could even transform, but the battle-hardened male was a different story.
"Sesshy," Suseira had taken to calling him, claiming that he was too little for his full name yet, "I want to fly, can you do that yet?"
"I told you to stop calling me that," he spoke as evenly as he could through the growing irritation at being in her company. Her request was purposefully ignored.
"Ah, you're so cute when you're mad," she teased back, finding amusement in his inability to react as he wanted, "like a little puppy that had his bone taken away." A quick muscle twitch in his cheek was the only indication that he was displeased with the statement. His eyes remained closed as he wandered around the gardens. 1,063 more steps until the path widened and he could create more distance between them, 3,172 steps until the gardens gave way to the training grounds, 3,483 steps until inside the dojo, and 3,504 steps away from the weapon rack; draw, turn, and slice her head clean from her shoulders. It seemed the only way out of listening to her ramble on about some dragon high-court social non-sense. If only.
Feudal era
It was not a memory he favored, but they had a tendency to return at the most inopportune moments. So divested in his own thoughts, he did not give any attention to the changing topic of conversation around Kagome's camp. He recognized she was laughing with the fox kit, but beyond that, he wasn't listening.
"Ship," Kagome grinned.
" 'Gome," Shippo countered, continuing the game of nicknames.
"Popo," she tickled him for emphasis, fingers wiggling against sensitive sides.
"Oh, I got one," Shippo piped up when she let him stand. "Puppy," he pointed at Inuyasha.
"Hey! Who are you calling a puppy!" he waved his fists in the air, only making those watching snicker more.
"Grumpy Puppy," Kagome whispered to Shippo, one upping him. Laughter erupted at the hanyou's expense.
"Kitty," Shippo supplied, gaining a cute little mew from the fire cat.
"Hmmm," Kagome looked over her group of friends, "Amazon."
Sango stiffened up, unaware what Kagome just called her, "What does that mean, Kagome?"
"Amazonian women are the leaders in their culture;" Kagome explained knowledgably, "strong, powerful, and independent." Sango nodded, pleased with the choice.
"Figure this one out," Shippo challenged. "Whirlwind."
"That's easy, Kouga," Kagome answered and Shippo pouted. "My turn, umm, Flower Child."
"I got one better," Shippo puffed out his chest, "Squawk." Bursting laughter shot from their lips, finally drawing Sesshomaru's attention.
"What are you doing?" he watched as Kagome flopped around on her back, striking her leg and asphyxiating herself with laughter.
Drunk on laughter, Kagome tried to answer, "Sh-shippo, Squawk, Jak-en, get it?" Shippo was clearly in the lead now; if she wanted to win she would have to come up with a really good one. "Come on, it's funny, Sesshy."
Indifference at her game quickly turned darker as a rumbling growl met her ears. Laughter stopped instantly. The glare directed at her froze Kagome in place; she dared not move as the formidable demon stood, towering over her splayed form. He gave her no words before turning away and disappearing into the dark forest around them.
"What made him so angry?" Shippo whispered to his stricken mother.
Kagome's heart constricted in her chest; he had never looked at her like that before, not even when he was trying to kill her. She thought his indifference was scary; his anger was downright terrifying. It was her fault. She had called him something disrespectful; she had to make this better. The very thought of him being mad at her made her want to cry. Scrambling to her feet and dashing away from her friends, Kagome did her best to follow in the direction he disappeared in.
She ran until she crashed into a tree, except it was a tree with glowing red eyes. The silhouette was what kept her from fleeing, who else was fluffy on one side and spiky on the other; this had to be him, "I'm sorry, Lord Sesshomaru," she remained on the ground, making no move to stand at his height. "I didn't mean anything by it; we were playing a game and making up nicknames for everyone." Tears squeezed through, streaking her face and glinting under the Lunar Halo. "It won't happen again. Please don't be mad at me."
His stern eyes watched her prostrate herself before him, weeping over the idea of his disdain, and he knelt down before her. She had no ill intent. It wasn't that he was upset about a nickname, as she called it. It was just that specific shortening brought back unpleasant associations, "Maru, would be preferable."
"You-you're not mad?" she questioned as his thumb swiped the tears from her face.
His expression softened, ever so slightly, "No." He wasn't angry, so long as… "Do not make a habit of it."
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