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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 36

Kagome awoke to the glorious smell of bacon. She stretched in bed, opening her eyes when she realized her puppy pillow was missing and met the sleepy eyes of Shiori across the bed. At the same moment, they heard the sounds of open-mouthed chewing and lip smacking and knew where their hanyou was.

“Inuyasha, you better leave some of that for me!” Kagome called as she slowly moved to get out of bed. She padded her way out into the living room, sleepily taking large inhales of the wafting aroma of her favorite breakfast meat.

Sitting in the middle of the couch in front of a large pie plate of quiche and two plates piled high with bacon and sausage, Inuyasha replied, “Easy, Kags. He made you your own. Bacon and something called ‘groo-yare.’ It’s over on the cart.”

“Gruyere? Mmmm. Jaken is the best.” She moved to the cart and picked up her covered dish, bringing it back over to the table.

Through a mouthful of food, Inuyasha said, “Not Jaken.”

“Not Jaken? Well then who made…oh.” Her face fell with sadness and she replaced the cover on her breakfast. “I don’t think I’m hungry after all.”

She moved to stand, but Inuyasha was quicker, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back down. “Oh, no, you don’t, wench. I don’t give a shit who made it, it’s bacon and I know damn well that you’re hungry so you’re gonna eat it if I have to force it down your throat.”

From the bedroom doorway, Shiori called, “And I’ll hold you down so he can do it.”

With a despondent sigh, Kagome acquiesced, “Fine.” She removed the lid of her plate and tried to eat, but did little more than push the food around with her fork. She wanted nothing of his, especially something she knew he had made just for her, and there was no doubt in her mind that he had.

They finished breakfast and got cleaned up. Shiori combed Kagome’s wet hair, pulling it into a long, low braid to keep it tangle-free and out of her friend’s face and they walked her out to her clearing as they did every morning.

Unlike every morning, there was a large addition in the center of her clearing. Kagome’s eyes filled with tears of pain as she saw what it was. There, made of a sturdy metal frame with comfortable, flexible rubber seats was a swing set. On one side was a large wooden bench swing. It seemed like a lifetime ago that they had shared those lovely hours cuddled together on a swing in a deserted park, ages ago since she had accidentally created this clearing and joked that he should put a swing set there.

He had ruined her night last night, her breakfast this morning, and now he had desecrated her clearing, the only place she felt a semblance of peace anymore as she played with her ball of energy and tried not to think about arrogant dog demons. Just a few months ago, she would have found the gesture unbelievably romantic. Now, it just rang false. He didn’t love her, probably wasn’t even capable of such a thing, he was just afraid of losing something he considered his. That’s all she was: a dog’s bone. She turned on her heel and walked back to their suite, her friends following silently behind her and watching as she barricaded herself in the second bedroom without a word once again.

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Inuyasha and Shiori decided it was time for a meeting so walked out to the main hall to find Sesshoumaru. Kaede, Toga, and Izayoi were with him in the dining room. Sesshoumaru was clutching his chest and staring at the table with a look of pain on his features. Sensing the approach of his brother and his mate, he looked up to meet Inuyasha’s eyes and pronounced, “She did not like it.”

Inuyasha opened his mouth to say something, but his mate’s hand on his arm stopped him. “Sesshoumaru, with respect, what Kagome needs from you is not gifts, but your love. Please, if you just tell her how you feel, you can help heal her heart. I know you must love her, but I also know you have never told her. She believes she was alone in the relationship, that she was the only one in love, that she was the only one committed and keeping her promises. You need to show her she was not and is not alone or I fear for her.”

“How can this Sesshoumaru show her he cares for her if she will not see him?”

“You must fight for her. Write to her and tell her everything that is in your mind and heart. Tell her what you kept from her and why you did it. But most of all you must tell her how you feel about her.”

“Yeah,” Inuyasha piped up. “If you write it, we’ll make sure she reads it.”

Still clutching his chest over the pain in his heart, Sesshoumaru nodded.

“And in the meantime, I think you should join us in the dojo, Sesshoumaru. You might just be the catalyst to unlock her full power and you still haven’t seen what she’s capable of now,” Toga said.

Inuyasha definitely didn’t think that was a good idea. “Dad, Kagome’s not gonna like that.”

“It doesn’t matter what she likes or not. We are going in to battle and Sesshoumaru will be at her side. She must become used to his presence again before we face the dark hanyou.”

…………………….

Inuyasha had meant to tell her. Really he did. He just somehow convinced himself it would be better if he didn’t. He knew he was a coward, but dragging a kicking and screaming Kagome out to the dojo really didn’t appeal to him. That holy power of hers really hurt.

So that was how Kagome came to enter the dojo, saw three dog demons instead of two, and immediately turned and walked away. Toga gave Inuyasha a glare that told him he was in trouble and the hanyou took off to intercept his friend. He cheated, using demon speed, and blocked her path just steps from the door.

Fists on his hips, he said, “C’mon, Kags. You can’t hide from him forever.”

Her lips twisted in a scowl. “The hell I can’t.”

“You have to fight with him when we go against Naraku. Orders from Dad: he’s your new sparring partner.”

“What?” She turned hurt blue eyes still red from the morning’s tears to Toga as he approached the pair. How could he do this to her?

“Do you trust me, Kagome?” Toga asked as he looked into her eyes.

She blinked heavily and hung her head. They could smell fresh tears in her eyes. “Fine,” she whispered. She couldn’t fight him, too. She just didn’t have the energy.

She took a deep breath, keeping her head down, and moved around them to enter the dojo. They exchanged a look, Inuyasha’s full of foreboding and Toga’s one of reassurance and had just turned to follow her when they heard the slap. They rushed into the room to see Sesshoumaru’s openly shocked expression, eyes wide and mouth gaping, as he looked down at Kagome. On his cheek, an angry, red burn mark in the perfect outline of her right hand stood in stark contrast to his pale skin. “That’s for the swing set,” she whispered, knowing even at that low volume they had all heard her, before stepping back and assuming a defensive stance.

He didn’t know what to do. He had tried to remind her of how they had connected but obviously that just made her more upset. He didn’t understand. But he didn’t have time to think on it. He watched as the anger and…’Gods’…hatred rolled off of her stronger and stronger the longer she looked at him. Her body lit up like a pink candle, flames of righteous holy power licking her body. She bellowed an impressive battle cry and in a flash she was on him.

Sesshoumaru didn’t want to hurt her, but she definitely wasn’t offering him the same courtesy. She was out for blood, and the way she was tearing through the air alight with dangerous purity, he knew he wasn’t coming out of this unscathed. He was amazed at what she was doing. Where did she learn this? She had him on the defensive because he refused to cause her harm. Every time he had to connect to block her, his skin sizzled from the contact but he would not show the pain her burns caused him.

Toga and Inuyasha watched from their places against the far wall, astonished at the change in Kagome. She was downright vicious in her attacks. Sesshoumaru had wounds crisscrossing his neck, shoulders, chest, back, and legs, visible because her burns went right through his clothing as well as his skin. And she moved like a demoness. A powerful demoness. In fact, she was a match for Sesshoumaru himself in her speed now that she was fighting him. Her emotions were in full control, her face red and twisted with rage and pain, tears streaking down her face.

“I told you he was the key,” Toga said.

Inuyasha winced as she managed to cauterize and shred the skin of his brother’s neck with her nails in one long swipe. “Yeah, so what does that mean other than that she clearly wants him dead?”

“You mean besides the fact that she still loves him?”

“Dad, are you even watching the same fight I am?”

“If she didn’t still care for him, she wouldn’t hurt as she does nor would she be holding back as she clearly is. This amazing well of power and instinct would not be here for us to witness. I was right: she fights with her emotions. It is how she is meant to defeat Naraku for the gods have given her the power to strike down those that hurt her.”

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Sesshoumaru sat alone in his study that night drinking sake. The wounds from his fight with Kagome were slower to heal than most injuries he had ever had, but they had mostly faded from his skin. She had only hit him with contact burns, after all, not deep tissue burns. It was a little frightening to realize that his chosen had the power to destroy him if she truly wanted.

His father had shared his theory of what was happening to Kagome with him. She was the crafted weapon of the Kami and the forging of any weapon took significant and repeated blows to mold and reshape it, casting it into the forge to soften it and water to harden it, folding and refolding the material to build strength. This is why her life had been filled with pain and heartache. To create light there must first be darkness and when she fought she was the light, beyond fast and blazing in her purity. He just really didn’t know how he felt knowing that his injuring his chosen so grievously had been fated.

He had done this. He had finished a process begun with her monster of a father, provided the final blow to shape his beautiful chosen who was incapable of truly hurting anyone into a battle-hardened weapon. While part of him was proud of her strength, the rest of him was truly ashamed. What would she be after this battle? Could she ever go back to her loving, sweet self, the girl who winked at him and cooked for him, who had trusted him with the care of her damaged mind, body, heart, and soul and wrote him love poetry, who giggled like a child and loved with her whole heart or had he destroyed that forever?

In their match today, she had been truly outstanding. She sought out his every weakness and exploited them. She knew he couldn’t hurt her but she had no qualms hurting him. Her face was a terrible mask, contorted with pain and anger and tears running down her face. Still, for all her frenzied emotions, she was the very model of control. Not a single wasted motion as she danced and struck. He knew she was drawing on her power and could have hurt him much more severely than she had, yet if it wasn’t for his own control, he would have limped out of there. What was amazing was that her father was still feeding from her by the curse on her soul and yet she had the most powerful demon in the world on the defensive today. She had strength she had yet to show and as terrifying as that was, he couldn’t help being turned on by it.

And her movements…the Kami had surely provided her with those from her past life. She was stunning to watch. She had always practiced her forms with grace and fluidity but the way she had moved today, it was as if she had trained from a toddler and had lived for centuries practicing every day.

He was writing a confession. He had already restarted it several times, but he had to get it right. He told her of his shameful weakness for her and how he was afraid of mating her too soon. He told her of how he had ignored his instincts and his promise to her with the belief that what he was doing was for her own good and therefore worth it, how he was devastated to see how he had hurt her in his foolishness and would do anything to earn her back. He told her he cared for her, lusted for her, needed her, and lived for her smiles and her gentle touch. The great and terrible Sesshoumaru filled pages with groveling and truths long kept hidden in an effort to win back his chosen. He ended it with a simple plea to share dinner with him the next evening. He had told her everything save the most important secret, but he needed to tell her that in person. He needed to see her face to know if his words affected her at all or if the situation was beyond redemption.

It had taken him all night to get right, but when he was finished, he sealed the letter with wax and called Jaken in to take it to her with her breakfast.
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