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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 37

Jaken knocked on the door to the suite and entered, rolling the cart containing grilled fish and miso in ahead of him. He left the cart in the living room and peeked in the bedroom. Inuyasha and Shiori were sitting up at the head of the bed, Kagome still asleep and snoring loudly from the lap of Inuyasha.

“My Lord Sesshoumaru has written his Lady a letter he hopes she will read with breakfast this morning,” Jaken whispered.

“We’ll make sure she reads it,” Shiori assured him, smiling.

As Jaken nodded and exited the suite, Inuyasha mumbled, “It’s about damn time.”

……………

Kagome was slow to wake but her friends let her sleep late. She had expended a phenomenal amount of energy yesterday in her sparring match and no doubt she would do the same today. Kaede knew what was going on and she would understand if her charge needed extra rest.

The sun was high in the sky by the time Kagome finally padded out of the bedroom looking for food. Inuyasha was playing a video game on the couch and Shiori was reading in a chair. When they saw her emerge, however, Shiori got up to fix Kagome a plate, popping a serving in the microwave to reheat it. Kagome plopped down onto the overstuffed couch next to Inuyasha and accepted a glass of water from Shiori.

Inuyasha shut off his game and came back to put his arms around his best friend, tucking her sleep-tousled head under his chin. “Guess what you did last night after you turned into Carrie at the prom?”

“Was I really that bad?” Kagome asked in a small, sleepy voice.

“Sesshoumaru doesn’t think I know this word, but wench, you were a virago.” She groaned and he laughed. “But that’s not the best part. Guess what you did last night.”

Already tiring of his good humor, she asked in a grumble, “What did I do last night?”

“You snored so loud Sesshoumaru’s neighbors from 20 miles away came over to investigate why construction crews were working at 2 in the morning.”

She groaned again.

Shiori handed her a plate and set her bowl of soup on the table. Kagome looked up at her and asked, “Really?”

“Well, hon, you were really tired. I can’t say I’m surprised. It will probably be the norm now that you’re upping your training.”

Sheepishly she asked, “Did you guys get any sleep?”

Shiori giggled. “You were a mere vacuum cleaner to Inuyasha’s night train. Trust me, it really wasn’t that bad.”

“Oi!”

They let her finish her breakfast, heating up another bowl of soup for her when she was still hungry. As Shiori took her empty dishes back to the cart, Inuyasha pulled a thick envelope out of his red haori. At her questioning look, he said, gently, “It’s from the bastard. You really need to read it.”

Her brow crinkled in confusion, unsure what Sesshoumaru would have to say to her. She took the letter and broke the seal, opening it, and pulled out the folded pages. She bent the folds over the tip of her finger to straighten them and read the address. “My Dearest Kagome.” Wicked, painful hope blossomed in her chest. She knew she shouldn’t, that she would only be disappointed and hurt for doing it, but she folded herself into a ball in the corner of the couch and read.

Her eyes softened as she read of his insecurities, his sorrow and regret over his actions. She read how he missed her and needed her, how he longed to feel her in his arms again. Too soon the letter was over, ending simply in a request to join him for dinner. Her brow creased and she shuffled through the letter, scanning over his words again to see if she had mistakenly missed the ones she so longed to read. But there was no mention of love on the pages, only caring and lust—it was as she thought: she was merely an object to him. A pet at best. Something he considered his and did not want to be without, but not a person worthy of love. Why was she never good enough? Her face hardened as her eyes filled with tears. She crumpled the sheets of fine linen paper in a ball and tossed them in the garbage before returning to the bedroom, closing the door behind her, and throwing herself back in bed.

Inuyasha and Shiori exchanged looks before fishing the letter out of the trash can. They smoothed out the creases and read it over, heads huddled together. They had sensed her mood lightening as she read it until she got to the end and they needed to know what had gone wrong. By the time they finished reading it was undeniable: he hadn’t told her he loved her. Again. What was wrong with him?

They waited, but since Kagome wasn’t coming out anytime soon, they went off to find Sesshoumaru.

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The three demons stood in the dojo waiting. Kagome hadn’t shown for her miko training and she was an hour late for physical training. Inuyasha was glaring at his brother.

“This is your fault, asshole. Three little words and you couldn’t put them in that big, long letter of yours? You could whine about how empty your life was without her but you couldn’t tell her why? Really, man?”

“As this Sesshoumaru has told you, brother, he needs to tell his chosen in person.”

“When are you gonna get that you can’t control everything? You have people screaming the answer to you and you keep fucking it up. She was digging the letter! It was working, and then you didn’t fucking deliver. You just made things worse.”

Worse was coming. They could feel the crackle of her power the whole way to the dojo. She strode into the large, open room, hips swaying, glaring at Sesshoumaru the whole way. When she got within striking distance, she attacked. Silver and white swirled with black, red and white as they sped around the sparring area. Kagome was landing even more hits today than yesterday and the smell of burnt flesh was high in the air. They danced for hours with Kagome doing all of the damage and Sesshoumaru dodging, blocking and trying to push her back. Finally, spinning her entire body, she kicked with both feet to the center of his chest with impossible force and he fell back, landing hard.

She crouched over his body and produced a crumpled ball of paper from beneath her white shirt. He saw his calligraphy on the pages and knew it was his letter. Meeting his eyes, she growled, “Keep your empty words,” and lit the ball on fire with her power. When it had crumbled to ash, she blew it in his face before standing and walking away, wiping her hand on her red hakama.

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She left from the dojo and made straight for her clearing. There was something mocking her broken heart there and she was going to destroy it.

She arrived swiftly, anger carrying her feet, and glared at the offending apparatus. It might as well be giant chew toy. It was meant to lull her into thinking he cared for her when truly she was just a piece of property. Something to entertain her when he eventually grew tired of her and turned to another. And he would one day. If he was incapable of returning the love of the person the Kami had actually made for him, he was capable of anything.

She raised a ball of energy in her right hand, roaring with flame and brimming with power. She tossed it up in the air a few times, testing its weight. She wound back her arm, bringing her left up in front of her and twisting her body. She stood poised and ready, staring at the swing set as tears flowed from her eyes and choked her throat. She let out a single broken sob. Then she crumbled, drawing in her power and pulling in her arms and legs until she fell to the ground to sit, clutching her legs to her chest and sobbing into her folded arms.

She was so overwrought that she didn’t sense the approach of the demon, didn’t know he was there until he sat beside her and pulled her into his arms. She assumed it was Inuyasha and let him, throwing her arms around him and burying her face in his chest. She was grateful for his presence until she sniffled her runny nose and smelled woods and spice. She stiffened, trying to pull back, but he held her firm. Her face craned up to find Sesshoumaru smiling a small, gentle smile down at her.

“You are a tough woman to find alone, miko.”

“What are you doing here? You agreed to leave me alone!” She was too scared to be angry. Not that she thought he would ever hurt her physically, but there were worse ways for the demon you love to hurt you.

The desperate fear in her eyes wounded him deeply, but he was here to correct it. “For a time. Now it is time for you to listen.”

She grappled anew. “I’m going to tell Inu Papa on you. You’re not supposed to be here. He’ll let me leave now and you’ll never see me again!”

He rumbled a low, soothing growl in his throat, calming her despite herself. When she ceased her struggles, he said, “Kagome, you are my chosen, you are my responsibility, and I have failed you.”

Her mind urged her to get away, but her body had stopped responding to its commands. She was boneless in his hold, at his mercy, taking deep breaths and staring up at him with wide, frightened eyes like a wounded animal.

“You must understand. I am a proud demon. Since my mother’s death, I had never voiced my feelings to another until I met you. This is new to me and I am afraid I am making so many mistakes. Also, you always seemed to know me, to know what I was thinking and feeling without me ever having to voice it; I grew complacent.”

He lifted a hand to her face and her traitorous body leaned in to his touch, starved for the connection, and tears leapt to her eyes. She had never thought to feel this again, but she was confused and oh, so scared.

He was staring so deeply into her shining cerulean eyes made even bluer by the red tinges to the sclera from her torrents of tears since he had first hurt her. “Kagome, my darling miko, you are all to this Sesshoumaru. You must hear me when I tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

She knew he had been building to something, and despite the tiny voice in the back of her mind telling her this was coming, she had squashed down her hope. Now she didn’t know what to think. Her head was moving slowly from side to side in disbelief, but she had no voice. Her lips opened and closed uselessly, her eyes looked lost.

Sesshoumaru just held her and purred to keep her calm. After Kagome had left the dojo, his father had stared down at his body on the floor saying, “Go after her. And for Kami’s sake do not leave her side until you tell her what she needs to hear.” He had gotten up in a flash and ran, tracking her honeysuckle scent.

When he saw her about to destroy his present, he had felt overwhelming sadness. He had gotten it for her because of their first special hours alone together on a swing where she had allowed herself to open up to him and he had comforted her as was his duty. He imagined years together on that swing set, he imagined pushing their pups on the swings and the two of them cuddling on the big wooden bench swing together. As her power built, he felt helpless, wondering if he had come out here for nothing, if he had hurt her so badly that now she was unreachable. And then she had stopped and cried and he rushed over to gather her in his arms.

He could smell the confusion on her but she wasn’t trying to burn him or run away and he would take progress where he could get it. Finally, her eyes focused outwardly again and she said, “I have to think. I had wanted to hear those words for so long but now all I feel is hurt and I don’t know what to do with them, or even if I trust you enough to believe them.”

“Then let me show you you can trust me. Come back to me. I will show you every day what is in my heart until you have no doubts.”

“I…I can’t, Sesshoumaru. Not yet. I don’t want to encourage you if there is no hope. I just…I have to think.”

“Leave now or leave later, no matter when, you will break this Sesshoumaru. I have injured you. All I ask is that you allow me to tend to your wound as I should have done the moment I caused it instead of allowing it to fester. I can comfort you as no other, miko. You know this.”

She didn’t know what to do. If she went with him and decided later she couldn’t love him again as she had, couldn’t trust him, she was sure she would just hurt him more. But he was being so soothing and she had missed him so much. He was an adult after all, capable of deciding what he could handle and what he couldn’t. He seemed to think he could do this, he just wanted a chance. But that was the crux: could she take it if she risked her heart and he hurt her again? Or had he truly seen his errors and changed his thinking? Her soul called out to him, her heart begged her to follow, but her mind remained highly skeptical and kept showing her all the pain of the last two and a half months.

He watched the play of emotions on her face and knew he had to act before she pulled away again. “Have dinner with me. Let me cook for you. Anything you desire. And we’ll spend the evening together.”

Well, that was a much easier decision. Dinner was not a commitment, just a shared meal. The demon could definitely cook and she was starving. She nodded. “OK. Do you have scallops?”

“Hn.” He stood, pulling her up, and made to gather her body in his arms.

She backed up before he could pick her up, casting him a wary look. “I can walk, Sesshoumaru.”

He had hoped to be able to hold her on the walk back to the shiro, but he could wait. He extended his hand.

She chewed her bottom lip and gave his hand an unsure look as though she expected it to bite her. He hurt knowing he had caused that distrust. When she timidly stepped forward and placed her hand in his, he smiled warmly down at her and folded his larger fingers through hers before leading her back through the forest. It was a beginning.

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