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The Departed	By : ryotgurl19 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 2809 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Alright, I�m trying to update quickly so we�ll see how
this goes!

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�Inuyasha, we need to talk.� Miroku really did not want to
be having this conversation with the surly hanyou, but the matter needed to be
discussed and seeing as the monk was the only one Inuyasha would even remotely
talk to, he had been volunteered for the job.
�We don�t need to talk about anything, Miroku.� Inuyasha
didn�t turn to face the man that was speaking to him, instead looking off into
the distance as if deep in thought or extremely irritated. �I don�t know where
Kagome is. I don�t know what happened to her. I don�t want to talk about it.
The jewel shards need to be found whether or not she comes back so just leave
it, okay?��
He folded his clawed fingers into the oversized sleeves of
his haori as if to say �discussion over�.
The monk however, would not be deterred this time, the matter was too
important. He just needed to figure out a way to broach the subject without
completely setting the hanyou off and ruining whatever shred of sanity their
group had left. The monk could feel the tension between them as clearly as he
could feel the ground beneath his feet, and he had no doubts that even the
smallest of fights would ruin whatever chances they had at sticking together.
Deciding it would be better to just be heard, Miroku said
the words that he had been dreading, �What about Kikyou?� Miroku winced as he
saw the hanyou stop dead in his tracks, his feet glued in place as shock swept
through him. �She would be able to sense if Kagome is in this realm, no? They
share a soul and as such she could use that connection to find Kagome.�
He said it, it was all he could do, but now it was time for
a strategic retreat. The idea had been planted in the mind of their half-demon
leader, and now it was time to let him think it over. He needed to weigh his
options and come out with a reasonable solution; it was all that the group
could ask of him.
Yet at the same time, Miroku had the foreboding feeling that
this was their last chance at finding their friend.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Silence.
Not that the forest they were walking through was silent. Or
that the creatures inhabiting the land around them were silent. The Earth and
sky weren�t even silent.
But she, the miko, was silent.
Why this was a concern for someone like the Great Lord of
the West was indiscernible, but he knew it was starting to irritate him. She
was always so chatty, even back in the times when he would confront his mongrel
of a half-brother she had been talkative. Annoyingly so.
But now she never uttered so much as a syllable, of
anything; protest, thanks, fear�.nothing.
He had already fed her by hand that morning; he refused to
lower himself once more just to inspire conversation with a lowly human who
associated herself with dirty half-breeds and misfits. She may be important but
she was not worth his pride, at least right now.
But still, her silence was beginning to get to him, to make
him concerned.� To make him worry.
And the Great Lord of the West never worried about anyone.
This only served to irritate him all the more causing his
current impasse. So he either let the silence continue and therefore the cycle
of worry, frustration, and concern or he could lower himself to the level of a
ningen and talk to her, try to get her to speak of something. Coming to a quick
decision that would make it simply look as if he was searching for information,
Sesshomaru planned his next words carefully.
�Where did you last see Inuyasha?� It created a reaction
from the miko, but not nearly the one he was expecting. Instead of instant
chatter or even continued silence, she whimpered. He turned to gaze upon her,
to figure out why such a sound was made towards his statement and saw that she
was almost fighting to stay upright. He was sure that her first urge was to
sink to the ground and curl up as he had seen her do that morning.
He waited a few moments until the trembling in her legs had
stopped. �Miko, you must tell this Sesshomaru what happened.� He waited as she
stared at him, looking like she was weighing her options between telling him and
keeping her answers to herself.
�Inuya-yasha,� She fumbled with the name and stopped,
clearing her throat, and then continued, �Inuyasha said I needed to follow
him.�
She said no more on the matter, but the daiyoukai could
piece the rest together himself. From what he assumed she was saying that the
hanyou had led her away from camp, alone, and then something had happened in
which the result had been her capture.
But why? Why would the hanyou who so devoutly protected this
human girl suddenly lead her out into the middle of nowhere and then
essentially leave her for dead? It made no sense, and if there was anything
that irritated the Youkai Lord it was when things didn�t make sense.
However he made no comment to the mikos words and simply
nodded, silently telling her that she had done well in relaying her raspy words
of brief explanation. She smiled again and he once again fell into the
confusion that always seemed to come in the wake of that smile.
One thing was certain and that was until Sesshomaru could
figure out exactly what the hanyou had done, it was not safe to bring the
Shikon Miko back into his care, which meant he would have to find temporary
accommodations for her. He mentally sighed when he realized that this would
only complicate his life further. But it was too important, she was too important, for him to leave
in the hands of someone who might potentially be a traitor to their cause.
However, it was bad enough that he had a human ward within
his care who was currently residing in his home, but now he was bringing home
another woman, a powerful miko, into a place where primarily demons lived. The
Kami�s must be laughing at him, there was no other explanation for the
situation he was being placed in, having to care for a human woman who could
purify all the residents in his palace if she set her mind to it but not having
another option in which the fate of the world would be preserved.
�Miko.� He watched at her attention shifted back to his
face, the cool azure eyes open and honest. �This Sesshomaru shall take you back
to the palace. Rin, my ward, is there as well as many accommodations that will
assist in your recovery.� She merely nodded in response, apparently content to
let him lead her life for the time being.
He frowned; the miko he knew would be mid-rant about how she
was independent and could make decisions for herself.� He figured that this just shows what trauma
and hard-living can do to a person, humans especially who are so fragile and
short-lived. It was then that Sesshomaru decided that she would be restored to
her former self; it was too painful and confusing for him to see her in such a
state. Loud and brash were personality traits that he knew how to handle but
meek and fragile were completely out of his realm. However, the most compelling
reason was that he sensed an inner strength within her and his instincts were
telling him that it was this strength that would finally defeat Naraku.
It was probably that irritating and confusing smile.

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�Kikyou.� The name hung in the air,
cold and foreboding, but she had to heed the beckoning of its maker.
Kikyou walked the hallways of the play-mansion that Naraku
seemed to favor, the illusion as always made a rundown villa look expensive and
extraordinary, but when he left it would once again be nothing more than a pile
of ruins. She finally rounded the corner that would lead her to the evil
hanyou�s personal quarters, relieved to see that his soulless incarnation Kanna was nowhere to be found. That particular creature
unnerved her, the depthless eyes that could draw you
in were a source of fear for the undead miko. She only had part of her soul left, she didn�t exactly want it sucked out of her so soon.
She parted the shoji doors and entered the chamber, noticing
Naraku reclining on his bed roll off to the side of the room. She knew he liked
to play his power games, so without orders from him she kneeled upon the floor,
looking very much the part of the obedient servant waiting for directions.
�Rise, Kikyou. I do not wish to play games with you this
night.� She stared at him, trying to figure out his mood and what was to happen
next. �Inuyasha is going to come looking for you. He is going to try to
convince you search for your long lost reincarnation.�
�Isn�t she locked up in some hell-hole somewhere?� Kikyou
blinked, confused, certain that Naraku had told her that her reincarnation�s
doom was imminent and she would once again contain the entirety of her soul.
�She was. Somehow she escaped. That idiot of a panther demon
is probably to blame, he couldn�t contain a prisoner
if the felon locked themselves up personally.� She could hear the underlying
rage in his tone, he was not happy with this turn of events. It definitely
complicated things. �The point is, my dear Kikyou, that
your lost lover is going to try to find you. Elude him. We must make sure that
this part of the plan does not occur until I have located the girl,
understood?�
She nodded, �Yes, Naraku.�
Kikyou rose to leave and once she had reached the doors
Naraku stopped her, �And Kikyou? It�s Master to you.� She fought back the urge
to shudder at his declaration and continued out the doors, intent upon planning
out her days until Naraku said that she could be found. Inuyasha meant nothing,
not in the face of a power so great that the Kami�s themselves
would be overwhelmed by it.
At one point she had cared for him, but that was before
Naraku offered her a place where she could control everything the world had to
offer.

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Weeks passed without incident, the miko had been brought to
the Western Palace and with only a little fuss had settled into a routine. She
would take Rin out to the gardens and speak quietly with her, though Sesshomaru
never knew what they spoke of. He did know that his ward�s behavior had become
more refined since being in the young woman�s presence so he saw nothing wrong
with the arrangement.
Summer was preparing to settle into fall, he could feel in
on his skin and smell it in the air. Time was moving forward and yet the Lord
felt that he was at a perpetual standstill. No more information regarding the
Miko�s capture and containment surfaced, and though the miko herself had once
again taken to speaking she refused to settle on topics concerning her
torturous time in the Northern Lord�s hands.
Sesshomaru was sitting in his study, pondering and rolling
ideas about in his head for lack of better things to do. The scrolls for the day
were completed and his next appointment wasn�t for another few hours, so the
Lord was taking the time to relax and simply think about the circumstances
leading to his current living situation. Not that he held any complaints
towards the miko, she had been an exemplary guest thus far, but there were some
concerns.
She had taken to muttering to herself, but only when she was
alone and not when others were near her. But the demon hearing that resided in
the palace could tell that she was not silent when she was by herself and it
was raising concerns. She also refused to wear the finer garments that the
daiyoukai had provided her with, instead running her fingers over the smooth
silk and cooing her awe at the designs. But she refused to try them on and wear
them about as an honorary guest of the Lord should.
He could not pry any answers from her about anything, not the speaking to herself or her reasons for
refusing the clothing he had provided her with and quite frankly it was
frustrating him. He was not used to being in the dark about anything, doubly so
for things going on under his roof.
But the only answer she would give him when he started
asking such questions was, �In time.� Followed by a light
smile and an abrupt change of subject.
However none of this compared to the feelings that were
surfacing within him since she had arrived at the palace a few weeks
previously. She was intriguing to him, interesting to listen to and educated in
ways that he had never encountered in his dealings with humans in the past. She
would talk to him, quietly when they were alone, about matters that he almost
knew nothing of. This was not something he had ever been subjected to before,
feeling inadequate in his teachings.
The whole situation made him feel�.curious. It was an
emotion he thought long buried within himself as he had already learned
everything that any teacher or tutor could have given to him. She was a most
peculiar human and something inside of him was aching to ask more, to learn
more, from her. He needed to figure her out; it was almost as if his very own
life depended upon it.
It was this need for another creature that unsettled him.
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They thought she was crazy. But Kagome knew that she wasn�t
insane, she wasn�t even remotely a little unstable. However, she did know
things, hear things, and see things that others didn�t. They would never
understand the things she knew because they were never meant to understand.
The Departed.
At least that�s how they introduced themselves to her every
time they came to speak with her. They weren�t so much dead people as they were
souls intent upon carrying out the messages that the
Kami�s gave them.
She remembered a movie from her own time that could almost
compare to her situation. Although the name eluded Kagome, she remembered it
was about a grumpy old man named Scrooge and ghosts who came to teach him so
that he would not continue down the wrong path and eventually to his doom.
That was something like what she was going through, only it
was so much more.
She was going to change the world. They had told her so.
They would come to her periodically in no preordained time
or place and speak with her. They would tell her and teach her important things
so that she may succeed in her mission to save the world. They would guide her
when she needed direction to the right path in which their plan must be laid.
Creating the future from which the past must always be present.
It helped that the Kami�s were timeless. They were
everywhere, every time, and every place. They knew of the paths that could be
chosen in relation to the paths that had been walked. They knew the future
before they knew of the past and they could change anything on a whim. Until they had decided to save the world.
There was one soul that came to her frequently to train her
and guide her in the preparation for the times to come. Her name was Kayame.
She was from a time before priests and priestesses, before palaces and farming.
She was a warrior in a time where fighting was inconsequential but necessary.
She was beautiful.
She was the one who told Kagome of her future.
The story that Kagome was given was of creation, absolution,
and sacrifice. The Kami�s had created the world and in it life. They formed
things at will, changed futures and modified pasts. Every creature was like
clay in their hands to be molded into something incredible. Until an evil soul
had been created by accident and the kami�s could no longer make it beautiful.
They tried many tactics, changing the paths of other beings,
changing the Earth itself but all of those trails led to the same thing; doom.
So the Kami�s, in an effort to preserve the creatures they had loved so dearly,
gave up their control of the universe to create one being who could destroy the
soul which sought to end everything: Kagome.
They made her with everything they could control and put her
on a path that would lead her to her destiny. She was a child of the future
sent back to change the past into a better journey.
Kayame could not tell her everything though,
she said that Kagome needed to learn some lessons on her own for the fate of
the world to be secured. Kayame had told her that some of the paths would be
difficult and some of the lessons hard but in the end they would be worth more
than any gold or money could buy.
Kagome was also told that The Departed would only come to
her periodically to offer guidance where necessary and that once her fate had
been fulfilled she would be left alone to the live the life destined for her.
So no, Kagome was not crazy, though she could hear how the
other beings in the palace spoke of the crazy miko that Lord Sesshomaru had
entrusted with the care of his human ward.
But she had a purpose, a destiny. And Kami
help those who decided to get in her way.

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A/N: Alright. So I know this is kinda
confusing and a little out there, but bear with me I promise it will all start
to make sense soon.
I would also like to say one important thing. KAGOME IS NOT
CRAZY. Her�situation will be further explained in later chapters, but just
realize that she is not crazy.
Thanks you!.
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