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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the characters herein. I make no money by this writing. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people is all in your head.

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Chapter 32

On March 14^th at precisely 11:42am, Kagome Higurashi threw one hell of a temper tantrum.

As per her usual morning routine, Kaede set her practicing her archery and as per usual, Kagome was doing little more than getting her arrows dirty as they descended to the forest floor far from the mark. She could feel the customary anger and frustration building. If only she could make it to the tree it would be progress!

As she had that thought, her arrow traveled father than any arrow before and her breath caught as it actually touched the roots at the base of the tree. Instead of imbedding in the bark as it should, it merely bounced off and landed in the grass.

That tore it. Her rage erupted in a growling that wrested from her throat, increasing in volume steadily until it was a roar. Her body glowed with pink purity in her furor. She raised her knee and slammed her bow down on it, snapping it in half, then dropped it and ground the remains into the dirt with her sandaled foot. Then she moved on to her quiver, wrenching it from her shoulder, and proceeded to snap every single arrow inside. As she broke the final arrow, she let go of the feathered end and, voice reaching new levels, threw her missile towards the target on the tree in front of her. The broken arrow merely turned downward and fell, but, erupting from her fingers, a glowing ball of purity went sailing ahead, obliterating not just the target but the ancient cedar it was affixed to as well.

Twin streaks of silver flew into her vision microseconds before impact. She winced in pain as her eyes refocused and saw her daiyoukai staring down at her within the shining curtain of his hair with eyes openly displaying wonder and concern. After a moment, strong hands fluttered over her body as he inhaled deeply, checking her for injuries and sensing for distress.

“Sesshoumaru, I’m fine. Really.” She reached a hand up to his face to bring his focus back up to her eyes so he could see her sincerity. Then something occurred to her. She turned her head and looked at the tree. Well, where the tree once was. Where several trees once were. ‘Wow.’ Her eyes grew large as she took in the destruction. There was mulch everywhere, even in Sesshoumaru’s typically pristine hair. There was a round hole in the earth and they were now lying in a large clearing where once there had been only forest. She brought her eyes back up to her one and said, “If you’re still big on swing sets, I know the perfect place for one.”

Her only response was her daiyoukai’s sigh as he lowered his forehead to touch hers.

“What? I love swing sets.”

“Miko…” He carefully stood and pulled her up beside him. Toga was already leading Kaede back to the shiro and they followed along behind them.

“So…how did you know?” she asked as she walked alongside him, his hand on the small of her back, leading her.

“We sensed your power building exponentially, much higher than it is when you create your ball that you like to play with. We ran to make sure you were ok, and when we saw what you were doing, we had just enough time to shield you from the blast.”

“Thank you, Sesshoumaru. I’m a little embarrassed about how it happened, but I think…I think I finally found that strength you told me to find. I’m just glad you were here to protect us.”

“This Sesshoumaru will always protect you, miko. Even from yourself.”

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They entered the rear of the shiro and Sesshoumaru led them into the kitchen and filled a kettle with water, turning to place it on the stove. At her sharp intake of breath, he knew she was seeing the bloody, porcupine-esque mess that was his back. They hadn’t arrived quite as soon as he would have liked and he had shielded his chosen from the wooden shrapnel speeding towards her as he tackled her to the ground.

“This Sesshoumaru is well, miko. My body is already healing itself and pushing the debris out.”

“Oh, no, you don’t. You’re coming with me.”

He allowed Kagome to pull him out of the kitchen and lead him towards their chambers. He knew there would be no reasoning with her and her need to take care of him resonated with him. When they reached the bed, she helped him out of his clothes and had him lay down on his stomach while she went into the bathroom and collected her tweezers, rubbing alcohol and cotton balls. She returned moments later and, taking up a seat on the bed next to him, set about pulling the many wood shards and splinters from his back.

“So what would you like for dinner tonight?”

“Whatever Jaken makes will be sufficient.”

“Jaken’s not making it, I am. Now what would you like?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe au poivre. Do you have cognac? Nevermind, you have everything. Of course you have cognac.”

“This Sesshoumaru is unsure how he feels about his accident prone chosen setting fires.”

“Hey!” She took that moment to yank out a piece of wood big enough for her to fit her fist around. “I’ve made au poivre lots of times and I’ve never burned anything vital. And you know I can hold my own in the kitchen. Now, I’m trying to do something nice, so do you think you can ease up, Mr. Overprotective, and let me take care of you?”

“Hn.”

“Good.” She worked for several minutes in silence as she thought over what had just happened in the forest. “Sesshoumaru?”

“Hn.”

“So…it’s super cool that I can do what I did today, but…I mean…I’m not really sure how I did it and I can’t go practicing by deforestation. So…how do I practice?”

He thought about his answer for a moment before replying, “You already practice the basic application every day when you play with that thing you call a beach ball. It is not nearly the capacity of your missile today, but the principle remains the same. You need only add velocity and control to your play.”

Quietly, she said, “Sesshoumaru, I’m really sorry I hurt you.”

“This Sesshoumaru is only happy he arrived in time to prevent injury to his chosen. I could not bear it if something happened to you.”

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True enough, by the time she had finished picking all of the wood out of his back, most of his punctures had completely closed up thanks to his youkai healing. They spent the afternoon as they always did, embroiled in Kagome’s physical training. When they had finished up, Sesshoumaru brought Kagome back into the shiro and through into the kitchen. He wasn’t completely sold on letting an exhausted girl cook, but he’d be there watching her to make sure she didn’t injure herself.

She placed the oven to 500 degrees and brought down a large copper skillet and pulled from the cabinet a double boiler and a steamer. She gathered her ingredients and started cooking. When it came time to light the sauce on fire, she turned and cheekily winked at her one before turning back to the dying flame.

She plated the steaks on round, recessed, stark white porcelain with wide brims and spooned the peppercorn sauce over top, sprinkling with freshly chopped Italian flat-leaf parsley. In matching bowls, she placed whole bunches of steamed cauliflower and ladled her signature cheese sauce over top. They brought their dishes into the dining room and, as usual, Sesshoumaru held her chair for her before sliding it in after she sat.

How she knew him. He had actually been craving au poivre for days now and here she was coming up with it on her own and making it for him. He knew it was her way of expressing her thanks for his saving her life and though he needed no thanks for doing what was his duty, he valued her gesture. He had no idea how much he valued it until he took his first bite of flawlessly prepared steak. He had done as he had set out to do and supervised her weary body’s foray into the kitchen but whatever magic she had done with the sauce eluded him. He had, of course, made the dish many times before, and her recipe was classic, yet there was something decidedly unique in her preparation that he couldn’t quite place a finger on. He would definitely have to ask her to make it again.

He was once again surprised when he tried her cheese sauce. The mustard powder was truly a perfect compliment for the sharp cheese and sulfur laden vegetable. Truly inspired. It was definitely rich, but rich was the theme tonight and he gladly embraced it.

As delicious as the meal was, he couldn’t wait until they finished because, though she seemed to have forgotten, today was White Day and he had an extra special present for his miko.

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She was tied to the bed, wrists and ankles stretched to all four corners, bound by sleek, silky nylon rope. Sesshoumaru had her wearing a blindfold as he delighted in teasing her senses. He was lazily teasing her with a peacock feather, first trailing the soft, dainty feathers over her body then using the pointed end to lightly scratch her sensitive skin. Every mewl and every moan, every time she arched her back, thrusting her generous breasts up or lifted her hips to beg for his touch, his rock hard cock twitched in excitement. He lived for these private moments together, giving and receiving pleasure, reveling in their need for one another.

He reached for the lit taper on the nightstand and brought it over to her. Tipping the candle slightly, he allowed droplets of hot wax to fall to her creamy flesh. He hung on her sharp intake of breath and her whining as she experienced the brief sting of heat before the glossy, molten wax cooled to dull red spots on her skin. He repeated his little tortures, creating patterns over breasts and stomach, thighs and hips, even the hairless mound at the apex of her thighs, as he slowly taught his chosen to enjoy different sensations as pleasurable.

Because of that monster that had had a hand in creating her, she had been terrified of pain when he met her. As his beast’s chosen, he could not allow this to persist. On their mating, his beast would demand access to her and as his primal side, would not have the presence of mind to be gentle with her, no matter how they cared for her. It was his duty to ensure his mate would not be emotionally scarred from his actions, so he had started her sensory training.

He used all manner of objects to create sensations for her. Ice could cool as well as burn, wax could sting, his hand could slap and grab and pinch and tease, his deadly claws could rake ever so lightly, the fur created with his youki could pat and pleasure, the spiked wheel he used on her created lovely little red dots in its wake as it pricked her. He had even taught her to find pleasure over his knee as he spanked her pale cheeks, marking them a bright, hot red as he alternately dipped his fingers down her slit and teased her wet folds. He was quite proud of her progress.

He used the claw of his index finger to gently pry up the trail of little red dots he had made, discarding them in a pile on the nightstand. When her skin was once again free for his torment, he took the object he had been saving and held it between his thumb and forefinger. He dragged first the cool, smooth side over each pert, rosy nipple, flicking them gently before turning the object over and scratching her lightly with the metal prongs. She moaned loudly.

He moved so his breath was against her ear and whispered, “Do you like that, miko?”

“Yes…please…more…” she sighed between light moans. Her body was on fire from his ministrations and she felt no shame as she begged for more attention.

He flicked her nipple again with the scratchy prongs and watched as she arched her back in pleasure. Her arousal had been thick in the air since the rope had first touched her skin and he had been playing with her for almost two hours. He knew she was desperate for release, but he was on a mission.

“Tell me you want this.”

“I do. Sesshoumaru, I want this…I want you. Please!” Her voice was breathy and pleading.

He scratched her skin lightly with the object, trailing swirls over her body. “For how long?”

She whimpered at yet another delay as she had to answer another question when all she wanted was for him to thrust his fingers inside her and make her scream his name. “Forever. I want you for forever. Please, Sesshoumaru, I’ll do anything, please!”

“Anything, miko?” He ran the object slowly up her inner thigh. “Would you marry this Sesshoumaru?”

Her eyes flew open underneath her blindfold and she blinked rapidly. “Sess—Sesshoumaru?...You want to marry me?”

“Hn.” He scratched her wet lips sensually with the object. “Your answer, miko?”

“Oh my god…ye…yes! Sesshoumaru, yes! You would really do that?”

He moved his lips to her neck and said, quietly, in his deep baritone, “It is a human custom. You are human. You will mate me and I will marry you.”

She shivered as his hand dragged the object slowly back up her body, past her breasts, past her left shoulder, up her arm, pausing for little curlicues along the way, until he reached her hand. He then slid the object over her ring finger. He brought his hand back down her naked body until his strong fingers found that erect bundle of nerves in her sopping wet core. In seconds she was ready and he asked, “To whom do you belong?”

“To you, Sesshoumaru! I belong to you! Please!”

“Now,” he said in her ear and her body tensed as her body flooded with pleasure. He lowered his lips to her open ones and teased her tongue as she moaned loudly into his mouth.

He had marked her as his in yet another way and his instincts sang at the rightness of it.

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A/N: Yeah, that was prolly the most unorthodox marriage proposal ever, but it is Sesshoumaru, after all, and he still has a few ginormous lessons to learn.
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