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This Sesshoumaru Burns	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 42732 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
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Chapter 4: Demon Bracelet
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Sesshoumaru watched the miko through heavy lidded eyes curiously. Since when have the miko been so …alluring. How could he have overlooked someone so exquisite? He, who has always prided himself on his judgment of beauty, could just kick himself for overlooking this gem. As a human, she pulled at something deep within him that he believed to be nonexistent. Something that was hungry and dark steadily creeping closer the surface to meet her silent call. Something…that wasn’t him but at the same time completely him yearning for the female beside him. It was strange.
His eyes traveled down her body appreciatively. Not a detail went untouched by his red hungry eyes. She was growing more gorgeous by the second, even while cloaked in an oversized haori of some kind. The way she was sitting on the ground made the material fold into her most appealing assets, giving anyone a small idea just how shapely she really was, those small details that had the demon lord trembling. The thick cotton-like material of the haori dipped under the miko’s ample breast then laid flat against her belly while curving around shape of her ribcage. The hakamas she wore, however, fit her thighs and calves like a second skin.
How ironic. The demon lord mused dryly. She thinks to conceal her figure, yet not all of it. He could not really complain when she was so lovely.
Without warning, it hit the demon lord. The air left his lungs in a rush as Sesshoumaru could feel it coming over him again. The familiar red clouds rumbled and thundered in his mind. His blood boiled within his veins like lava, all but killing him. He could feel the heavy sack of his balls throbbed to life making his cock tighten to an unbearable degree pushing his engorged length against the silken fabric of his hakamas. The sensation was painfully blissful.
Sanity slipping, he turned blood red orbs over to the miko. His nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent deeply, a scent so tantalizing that he had to dig his claws into the soil beneath him to keep him grounded.
That scent, that blasted scent of lavender with the cool breeze of the ocean embracing the essence of a pure woman tortured him. Pure, laced with evidence of her monthly blood. This had all but undone the writhing demon lord; a holy, virginal, woman in heat. Such a thing all at once could be the death of him. It was possible he was dying at this very moment as he stayed in her presence drinking in the addictive aroma.
A pitiful moan escaping unhindered, he turned unto his side glaring at the miko. His red orbs fell to the juncture of her thighs that was tightly encased in her odd hakamas leaving no mystery of its lushness. Beckoning him. Urging him to crawl over to her and capture her soft lips with his own, halting her wordy tirade completely.
It was so satisfying, a deep gut wrenching shudder of lust thundered down his spine down to his hard member squeezing a pearly essence down his long shaft. A trickle of his pre-cum snaked down his long hard shaft pushing against his abdomen.
Need was all the demon lord could feel. The only thing he could smell, see, taste... feel. So consuming. He wanted this woman something fierce.
The lewdest of thoughts danced in the demon lord’s mind as his lips moved languidly over her hesitant lips. In his mind he took her on her knees, on her back, and against whatever vertical surface within proximity. He wanted to hear her moan, grunt, or sigh in blissful abandon while he slid between her tight slick quivering folds as he pushed from one high to the next without stopping. To watch her breast bob with their heavy weight as he took her with each pelvis breaking thrust.
The images in his mind brought him such to a fever pitch that it had him shuddering and groaning against the miko’s lips who in turned moan in answer to his need. Yes, that’s the blissful sound he yearned to hear from her. He wanted to hear more, so many more sounds.
Sesshoumaru managed to recover long enough to part from the heaven of her lips to rest his head in the warm cradle of her neck where her pulse raced frantically against his heated skin. His face buried into her soft skin to draw deeply on her wonderful scent like his very life depended on its sweetness. The sweet essence of her blood taunted him beneath the silken skin. As he spoke, his lips brush across her flesh. He felt her body tremble.
“Miko…” he whispered desperately.
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Kagome could only sit there stupefied and dare she say…aroused?
No. She had to get a hold of herself. The last thing that she needed to feel at that moment was aroused. But what do you expect to be when you find the sexiest man in the world crawling towards you on his hands and knees with a look of pure raw need in blood red eyes? Scared? Hardly. Her instincts to feel afraid left when she was just kissed completely senseless. So senseless in fact, that the poor miko forgot her name for a moment.
“Miko…” he rasped as his lips raked across her pulse making her shiver. Oh yeah, that was her name, or at least one of them.
Okay back to reality. What on earth was wrong with him to have him act so needy of her attention of all people? She thought he hated humans.
Her eyes closed when he spoke in a deep husky timbre that rocked her senses into overdrive, “Miko…this Sesshoumaru wants, no…I need you.” She heard him pause and squeaked when he licked lazily at her neck across her erratic pulse gathering her gently in his arms. “Give yourself to me.” He whispered so low that she barely caught the demanding plea muffled against her neck making her skin dance with excitement under his warm breath.
Wrapped tightly in his needy embrace, the need in his voice was tight with a strain so painful that she found she was unable to resist. But still…what he was asking for was a bit much on such short notice. This wasn’t something she’ll just jump into with both feet.
Kagome pulled back away from the demon to place a hand to his forehead. Her heart nearly broke when she watched him close his eyes and nuzzle her hand as if he found solace in her skin against his scalding flesh. His face that of pure rapture from so simple a gesture. Her guard against this seduction was slipping.
“Sesshoumaru, I can help you…” she started as she pulled her hand away from his skin to place against his chest toward him off when he continued to advance upon her. The hazy lust was growing headier in his red gaze. He drew back from his lips. “But not how you want me to. There must be some other way I can help you.”
“This Sesshoumaru…” she watched him grimace then moan painfully, “burns.” He croaked while trying to snake his arms back around her body.
Kagome backed away from the demon lord. “Okay I get the fever part, but what am I to do? I don’t have anything that could cure a demon Sesshoumaru. I only have human medicine. It won’t work on you.” she said while constantly prying his hands off her body. She squealed when the demon lord suddenly dominated her smaller form under his trembling frame. His lower half settled between her thighs.
On her back she watched the demon lord above her shut his eyes tightly to fight an inner battle within himself, his skin slick with sweat and flushed with strain. “Sesshoumaru?” she called out carefully. She stiffened when he growled low in his throat.
“Miko, give yourself to me. This Sesshoumaru needs you too much to be denied” he rasped in a tight voice.
She heard him moan aloud when she shifted to attempt to move from under him. It caused him to bury deeper between her legs where she could feel the evidence of his need prod urgently against her core. She sighed breathlessly. This was getting dangerous. “Sesshoumaru I can’t…” her words were halted when the demon lord pressed his lips against hers.
Kagome could feel the warm wet tip off his tongue prodding for entry into her mouth. His body bucked against her smaller frame in urgency causing her to moan against his lips. He growled in approval. Losing the battle, she slowly allowed the needy appendage entry. She heard him growl darkly against her lips and she felt it down to her very toes. His tongue stroked every ounce of her cavern practically stealing the breath from her lungs. She wonders if she’ll have any saliva left to speak. The demon lord brought a whole new level to being kissed senseless.
Minutes have passed as they made love to one another’s mouth with the needy passion of their tongues seeking each other’s very essence. Bit by torturous bit, Kagome feel another piece of her will fall away leaving her mind open and bare for his claiming; becoming more and more willing.
Finally, the demon lord let up slowly from the sweetness of her mouth, catching her lip between his fangs gently before severing their oral union completely. She nearly whimpered at the loss.
Sesshoumaru bucked against her urgetnly, “Miko …mate with me.”
At that instant Kagome felt that she had been slapped in the face by reality.
Did the demon lord just ask her, a human miko, to mate with him? Was he serious? She thought he hated her guts. She knew the poor demon was delusional but this is the icing on the cake. Last thing she needed was some spur of the moment matrimony, last minute honeymoon, and a demon coming out of his illness stark raving mad that a human has become his life mate.
She gulped audibly under the demon lord. But then she wasn’t going to jump the gun, Perhaps the word mate for him meant something…different. “Uh, mate? As in a onetime thing or for life?” she asked nervously, not that she was particularly looking for either one. But she is curious.
As if she never has spoken, the demon lord planted kisses to her neck, her breath hitched in her throat. “Mate with me miko. Come with me to the palace…” Sesshoumaru was suddenly cut off when Kagome smacked a hand over his mouth. She fought a shiver up her spine when he snaked his tongue out to lick hungrily at her palm, completely undaunted by the sudden silencing.
Yep, it’s a definite. The poor demon lord has lost his mind. It wasn’t uncommon for a fever to make people sick with dementia and hysteria. Demons, as she could now tell, were no exceptions. She had to make it back to camp to get Inu Yasha and Miroku to subdue the demon lord until she could find a cure for his illness. Question was…how?

Miroku put a restraining hand on Inu Yasha's shoulder. “Lord Sesshoumaru?” He knew his friend wouldn’t attack the other demon, but he didn’t want the hanyou’s actions to provoke any aggressive behavior either.
“That is correct.” Aimaru answered.
Just as Miroku feared, Inu Yasha took an aggressive step forward causing Aimaru to bare his fangs instinctively. “I thought I smelt the bastard. What’s he doing here?” the hanyou growled menacingly unconcerned for the stronger demon’s show of aggression.
Not wanting a possible physical altercation within the small hut, Miroku quickly stood in front of the hanyou with his hand up and neck visible hoping to placate the angered demon. “We mean no offense. It’s just that lord Sesshoumaru, you see, is Inu Yasha's older brother and …”
“Half…” the hanyou corrected with a growl glaring at the demons in front of them.
As if that made a difference.“Half brother.” Miroku smiled apologetically. “And as you can see, they have a strong degree of animosity toward each other. Sibling rivalry if you will.”
Pleased with the monks yielding posture, Aimaru smirked at the hanyou. “A concept I know all too well, I assure you.”
“Yes, this is very interesting and all but can we get to looking for Sesshoumaru and back to the palace before nightfall?” Jabora interrupted snidely while leering at Inu Yasha who leered right back. The quicker he left the hanyou’s presence the better. To think that a hanyou dare stand up to his brother’s superior strength was bothersome.
Aimaru regarded his little brother with an annoyed look then turned to leave the hut. “He’s close. I feel him in that direction.” He nodded towards the direction of the Bone Eaters’ Well.
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Kagome gently pried the demon lord’s hands from her hips for the hundredth time as she slowly backpedaled toward the path that would take her into the village where she knew Inu Yasha and Miroku would be. “I’ll be back I promise. I just need to go and get a few things before we leave for your palace.” She assured him with a weak smile. She was lying through her teeth, but it’s the least she could to distract him enough while she go get Miroku and Inu Yasha to help her with him.
The demon lord smirked wickedly, shocking her. He was downright heart stopping when he smiled. Too bad he only did so when insane. She was yanked roughly into his arms.
“You are a horrible liar miko.” He mocked as he leaned down to nuzzle her cheek. Another soul wrenching wave of desire overcame his large frame making him groan as if he was in pain.
Because she was so close to the demon lord, she moaned along with him as his powerful frame shuddered against hers. Smooth flawless skin tight over thick hard muscles rippled with the tremor that wracked his body under her palms. When he held her tighter bringing their lower bodies closer together, Kagome flinched at the contact.
Something hot, thick, and hard grinded against her belly. Surely that couldn’t be… when the thing nudged at her again she squeaked. Okay. This was becoming too much too fast. She needed to get to the village and pronto. As tempting as the demon lord was, she couldn’t let herself be swayed not only because of her innocence but because she knew the demon lord wasn’t in his right frame of mind. She’d be an idiot to jump into something like this so casually, an absolute suicidal moron. She has been an idiot enough in her lifetime thank you.
Before Kagome could think to do anything more, the demon lord suddenly slumped over on her as if losing consciousness. “Hey, Sesshoumaru, you’re getting heavy.” When he didn’t say anything, she looked up at his face to see his eyes slide close. “Sesshoumaru?!” she dare a pat at his cheek and gasped at the feel of his skin.
It felt much hotter than it did before. He was so hot, that the demon lord skin was scalding, clammy and flushed. This was so not good. Fevers are nothing to play with and for a demon she could only imagine how harsh their symptoms could be. He needed to be cooled off and fast only he was too heavy to even try moving him.
She managed to roll the demon lord off her. “Inu Yasha! Miroku! Anybody…!!” She screamed toward the village. “Inu Yasha!”
It was probably stupid to even call for Inu Yasha’s help knowing how much the hanyou hated his half brother, but she was desperate. Now that she thought about it she may end up sitting him before she’d get any assistance from him at all. “Miroku!!” she shrieked the loudest she was able. Someone needed to get here and soon.
She looked down at Sesshoumaru and panicked when he started panting. Desperate she reached in her pack and pulled out a fan, unclasping it quickly then began to flap it at his face. “Come on Sesshoumaru, at least wake up and help me get you to the village. I’m at a loss here.”
As if he heard he pried his heavy lids open to watch her hazily, his breaths still coming out in heavy pants. “Miko…” He reached for her wrist and shackled it in his large hand. “You will stay with me.”
“Sesshoumaru…”
“I will accept no argument miko…stay.” He whispered then fell back into a state of semi-consciousness.
Kagome shook him. “Sesshoumaru?” She went to pull his hand off her wrist and was shocked that he only tightened his grip. Too out of it to stand but conscious enough to shackle her? “This doesn’t really help me help you, just so you know.” She snapped at the demon lord. Now she really was no used to him. She wanted to help not involuntarily watch him melt from the inside out. This was not how she wanted to spend her free time before her college life began.
“Can anybody hear me?!” She called out again desperately, her voice growing hoarse from overuse. “Somebody?”

Aimaru frowned, looking in the direction of the well where he heard the faint shouting of a female. Her voice sounded vaguely familiar. He paused then strained his ear to hear the woman’s voice again.
“…roku, Inu Yasha!” he could hear faintly. He was sure now. It was definitely her. She was in trouble from what it sounds like. “We must make haste.” He called out to the men tailing him closely.
He took off in the direction of the distress call and the growing scent of his brother.
Aimaru’s handsome features contorted in confusion. Odd.
He sped up his movements, the hanyou and his little brother close behind with the monk bringing up the rear.
Aimaru was first to break into the clearing and drew up short when he reached the resistance of a barrier. He allowed a little of his youkai to brush against the ominous force. It was his brother’s doing. Silver eyes looked to where the demon laid unconscious near the miko. “It appears that I was correct.” He said to the approaching party.
Jabora kept far behind the party out of sight, watching the unconscious demon lord warily.
“Kagome?” Inu Yasha said questioningly. He didn’t look to happy with her closeness to the demon lord. In fact he looked livid.
The miko looked up and a smile of relief washed over her lovely face. She suddenly glowered at the hanyou. “It took you long enough. I was waiting forever.”
The hanyou spotted the demon lord’s hand shackled around his friend’s wrists and growled maliciously, drawing out his sword. He moved to approach the pair with the intent to kill. “It’s okay Kagome. I have him.”
Before Inu Yasha could get any closer, Kagome screamed at the hanyou, halting him in his tracks, “NO!!” Aimaru regarded her curiously. “I mean. He won’t hurt me.” She said weakly a blush staining her cheeks as she looked down to the demon lord who has yet to release her.
“Well sorry if that’s a little hard to believe with you being held captive like that, Kagome.” Inu Yasha snapped back at the miko, pointing the end of his sword toward the fallen demon lord.
Kagome shrugged. “Well, he won’t and that’s all I can say.”
“Indeed.” Aimaru said unconvinced watching the human woman expectantly, a little peeved at her overlooking him. To think he was worried for her welfare for her to only neglect him.
At the sound of his sardonic tone, Kagome turned to look at the stranger who spoke and squealed excitedly. “Aimaru! I haven’t seen you in ages. How have you been?” she smiled, suddenly forgetting the seriousness of being trapped in a youkai barrier with the demon lord.
“I’ve been better, precious.” Aimaru answered her with a smirk. That’s better. If there was one thing he can’t stand, it was being ignored.
“Now wait a minute.” Inu Yasha started. “Kagome, you know this guy?” He watched the hanyou the point the sharp end of his sword in his direction. It seems that their companionship was kept a secret from the rowdy hanyou. In fact it, by the odd looks from the monk, it seems that she kept him a secret from all her pack-mates.
The miko had some explaining to do later.
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Chuckling meekly, Kagome shifted her weight on her heels. She didn’t plan for this little confrontation to turn out this way. Of course was going to introduce everyone eventually but she have been coming here less and less recently, she have never made it a priority. “Well, yeah we met a while ago. He was wandering by on a trip from the far east which was fortunate because it was around that time when a troll demon decided to show up and harass me for the jewel and Aimaru easily dispatched it for me. As a sign of thanks, I invited him for a picnic with me near the well and we’ve been friends ever since. We’ve seen each other a couple of times here and…”
Inu Yasha held up his hand to stop her then pinched the bridge of his nose in disbelief. “Had a picnic with him?” He chuckled sarcastically. “A complete stranger? A stranger who is a full demon you decided to get cuddly with completely forgetting the fact that the jewel is in you now. And you thought it was okay to invite him for a picnic?” he watched her nod her head innocently. “And you thought that it was all fine and dandy didn’t you.” Kagome nodded her head again. “WELL IT”S NOT!!!” he suddenly barked at her.
There goes the overly snippy attitude again.
“Don’t bark at me.” No, it wasn’t really okay. But she didn’t feel any malice or ominous things tainting his aura. Even if he did have ‘ulterior motives’, it was a far cry better than falling to the hands of some smelly slobbery ogre. A beautiful demon holding you captive or a smelly ogre tearing you to pieces; the choice wasn’t all that hard to make. Inu Yasha was nowhere around at the time so what was she to do? Wait for him to get over Kikyo? She’d be dead and reincarnated a few times before he would snap out of his mourning.
“I’ll bark at who I damn well please. So when were you gonna mention pretty boy here to me?” He sneered.
Never. “Eventually, but you flip out at the smallest things…”
“You and your tendencies to make frenemies around here are putting this pack at risk.” He growled.
Friend/Enemies? Is he serious? He made it sound like she starting a conspiracy.
Kagome’s shoulders sagged in defeat. No point in arguing with him about this. She knew for a fact Inu Yasha would have flipped out if she had introduced him to Aimaru. He wass such an anti-social tyrant that he always flipped out when she makes a new friend; especially when they’re full blooded demons. She’s pretty sure she knows the difference between a good person and a bad person.
“Okay I get it Inu Yasha. More importantly we need to worry about you brother who, by the way, is sick.”
Inu Yasha looked to his brother lying next to her, understanding what she meant. She was almost positive there was a look of worry in his eye. About what she wondered?
“What’s wrong with him?” He grunted irritably.
Dare she think the hanyou cared? “He’s hot with a fever and a tad delusional.” She stiffened when the demon lord shifted. “So far that’s all I found wrong with him when I found him unconscious near the well.”
“You shoulda left his sorry ass there.” Inu Yasha huffed then moved to approach the demon lord.
No, her mistake. There was definitely no love lost between these two.
“You should be warned hanyou, there’s a barrier in place. You won’t be able to penetrate it.” Aimaru said calmly, watching the hanyou brandish his sword, ready to strike at the unseen force.
A barrier? Kagome wondered idly. She didn’t sense any barrier. But then she wasn’t too keen on using her abilities for such things so who was she to say differently?
“Keh, just watch me.” The hanyou boasted lifting his sword high over his head.
Kagome rolled her eyes, shaking her head at the hanyou. Inu Yasha could be such a bone head sometimes. He know what he can’t do, but don’t let anyone tell him that. Then he felt like he had to prove a point.
So typical of him.
She watched emotionlessly as the hanyou brought his sword down with all his might and was promptly tossed far from the group into the thick of the forest.
Aimaru easily dodge the air borne hanyou with a calculated step to the side while Jabora behind him ducked low to the ground just moments before collision. Miroku simply watched the hanyou’s body sail clean over the tree tops, sighing.
“Definitely an ‘I told you so’ moment. Wouldn’t you agree miko?” Aimaru asked dryly with a chuckle.
Kagome agreed. “Yes, most definitely.” No concern in her voice for the hanyou. What’s a few scratches and broken bone to a hardheaded hanyou?
She tried to pry the demon lord’s hand off her wrist again, and his fingers didn’t as much as budge. “Some help here.” She looked to the remaining trio.
“My apologies Lady Kagome, but until Lord Sesshoumaru drops his barrier we can’t assist you or him.” Miroku offered calmly.
Aimaru cocked his head inquisitively as he tested the strength of the barrier with a flare of his youkai. He walked forward.
Kagome tensed.
What was he doing? “Don’t do anything rash Aimaru.”
“I’ll be fine precious.” He continued forward, thin streaks of red and green lightening licking up and down his frame as he met the resistance of Sesshoumaru’s barrier. He pushed further ahead, his face stony.
Kagome held her breath as she watched Aimaru close the distance between them. He looked well enough but that didn’t mean that he was completely unharmed. “You okay? No cuts, bruises, or burns?” she asked worriedly to the demon now crouching beside her.
He looked up at her. A dazzling smile on his lips that caused a small flutter in her heart. “You’re welcome to examine me from head to toe if it would ease your worries, angel.” His smile widened when she looked way and blushed.
“If you are through associating with that vagabond...” Snapped a smaller demon still outside the barrier. “We need to return to the palace now that we found Sesshoumaru.”
“In due time brother.” Aimaru answered as he dared a touch to the demon lord’s forehead.
“Well make haste. Remove that filthy human from him and let’s go.” Jabora groused.
Now that wasn’t very nice of him now was it? Kagome frowned as she peeked around Aimaru’s shoulder to glare at the smaller demon behind him. She was shocked at how gorgeous he was. He was more feminine looking than she was. “You know that comment wasn’t necessary.” She threw back at him.
“Nor is your existence.” Jabora shot back haughtily as he fanned himself.
Kagome was about to give the smaller demon a piece of her mind when Aimaru decided to intervene. “Ladies please.”
Jabora glared at him.
What did he have to be insulted about? Wasn’t that the look he was going for? Kagome argued silently with a glare at the haughty little demon. The haughty little snit glared right back.
Aimaru moved to gather Sesshoumaru easily in his arms. The green lightening of Sesshoumaru youkai battled fiercely with Aimaru’s red vibrant energy, sizzling between them as he stood. Because the demon lord still had her wrist Kagome had to move awkwardly to keep from being dragged and winced at the feel of the clashing auras battling for dominance beside her.
Confused, he looked down at her. “You can let go now precious. I won’t drop him. I’m aware that our clashing youkai is distressing you.”
“Oh I’m pretty sure you won’t. Only I don’t have him.” She lifted her arm to show him her demon lord bracelet. “He has me.”
“That would prove a problem wouldn’t it?”
She nodded in agreement.
Aimaru sighed and formed a black cloud of youkai beneath his and her feet and rose from the ground to hover over the monk. “I guess we’ll have no choice but to bring you with us, hmm? Unless of course your desire to get away from him is so great that you’d spare a limb. “He taunted her with a grin.
“You’re not funny.” Spare a limb indeed. Even if she wasn’t shackled to the demon lord side she would have insisted to go to make sure he was alright. It would eat away at her nerves worrying about the demon lord’s health. She’ll return as soon as she was assured that he was taken care of and she will stay no longer.
“Nonsense. I’m hilarious.” He argued then looked back to the monk. “Inform the hanyou we have taken his miko to the western palace and have my word that she will not come into any harm.” At the nod of the monk, he flew off into the direction of the west, Jabora right behind him sitting stiffly on a small grey cloud of his own looking occupied with something.
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Miroku watched the trio disappear into the horizon a little worried. It was then, when the hanyou decided to return.

“Where the fuck are they goin’?” The hanyou snarled then looked around the clearing. “Where the hell is Kagome?”
“With that Aimaru character apparently.” Miroku said calmly. No use getting upset when his friend fumed enough for the both of them.
Miroku felt himself being pulled abruptly into his comrade’s face that was twisted with rage. “You just let them take her?”
Miroku gave the hanyou a droll stare then pulled himself free of the hanyou’s death grip. “Oh my apologies Inu Yasha, I was suppose to have bared my non-existent claws and fangs to threaten a full demon with the strength that nearly rivals the demon lord himself into releasing the miko into my care.”
“You didn’t even try, you letch.”
Shrugging, Miroku turned toward the village unconcerned for his friend’s growls. It wasn’t that he wasn’t worried for his friend’s safety. But since she wasn’t taken against her will he wasn’t going to work himself into a panic. “Kagome seemed comfortable enough with the demon and would have insisted to accompany him to the Western Palace anyway to help care for the demon lord regardless of what you had to say about it.”
“Fuck that, we go get her now!” Inu Yasha took off but turned back to find the monk still walking in the direction of the village. “Where are you going? The ice prick is this way.”
“I’m highly aware of that Inu Yasha. But I refuse to leave without informing the others of Kagome’s whereabouts. You can go ahead. Sango and I will meet you there on Kilala.” He said gingerly not breaking his stride.
He could hear the sound of the hanyou stomping after him cursing colorfully. He sighed.
Lady Kagome, what trouble have you gotten yourself into now?
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