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Transit Umbra, Lux Permanet	By : ChaoticReverie Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 3752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"Do you think Sesshomaru will give us any trouble?" Miroku asked him, tone serious and laced with concern.
"No," Inuyasha replied after a moment's thought, casting a glance over his shoulder at Kagome, who was walking just a short ways behind them with the slayer and kit. "Not when it concerns her."
While he doubted it was widely known, Inuyasha had become aware of his brother's tolerance (some might even dare to call it fondness) for the young miko. He wasn't certain how she had managed to garner the frigid daiyoukai's respect, but then again, she'd always had a way of charming even the most stubborn of their kind. It was but one of the many odd quirks she possessed.
He nodded to himself as though reaffirming his own beliefs, his words soft as he spoke them, but full of certainty. "He'll help us."
"Inuyasha! Do you mind if we take a quick break?"
Kagome's question had him stopping instantly, and when he turned to look at her he could see the tightness around her eyes, could hear the way her breathing had quickened. Panicked, he rushed to her side, reaching out to her and then hesitating, almost afraid that his touch might somehow harm her.
"Is it happenin' again?! I – do you need me to-"
"Nothing quite so bad," she assured him, reaching up to grip his outstretched hand. "It's pretty manageable right now, but I could use a minute… to catch my breath."
Inuyasha nodded, ears flattening on his head. She gave him a grateful smile and plunked down in the grass where she stood. He shrugged her bag – which he had insisted on carrying – from his shoulder, handing it to her. He watched her for a moment as she withdrew her water bottle and took a long drink, relieved to know she was alright. Turning, he stalked to where the monk had settled, leaning back against one of the large rocks that dotted the hillside.
"Is she well?"
The hanyou nodded, frowning. "She says she's fine, but I can still smell the distress on her. She's… in pain… all the time now. It never used to be this bad."
He couldn't know for certain if they would get the answers they were seeking by travelling west, but Bokuseno was the wisest being he knew. His roots ran deep, and his gaze reached far. There was little he did not have an answer for.
Their rest was brief, Kagome insisting they continue after only a few minutes despite her friends' insistence that she not go so hard on herself.
"Look guys, I know you're worried, I'm worried too… but more than anything I want to understand what's happening to me, and for that I'm willing to put up with the discomfort."
Inuyasha scowled as he nodded his begrudging consent. "Fine, but if I see you so much as wobble, I'm carrying you the rest of the way."
She smiled at him, flapping her hands as she stood slowly. "Alright! Alright! Geez, Inu, when did you get so considerate? If I'd have known this was all it took to bring out your softer side I would have contracted some debilitating condition long ago."
He lifted a lip and growled. "That ain't funny."
The girls shared a little chuckle at the hanyou's obvious displeasure, Miroku smiling at the uplifting scene. Such a strong woman, their Kagome, much stronger than she gave herself credit for. Despite her pain she was still able to laugh, to smile openly and honestly. She was strong. She would make it through this.
The weather that day was favorable, and by the time the sun was beginning to drop they had reached his brother's borders. The scent of the daiyoukai was heavy here, a marker, a warning. Few were foolish enough to come into Sesshomaru's land with ill intent, and those who were never lasted long. Inuyasha carefully concealed the little shudder that passed through him. His brother's power hung over his lands like a veil, skating across his skin. Miroku and Kagome could sense it as well, he knew, but even Sango was not unaffected by the weight of Sesshomaru's youki, her brow furrowing as her body subconsciously sensed the danger.
The hanyou felt the breeze as it rustled his hair. The wind was coming out of the east; an advantageous development. It would not be long before their presence was detected.
Less than five minutes had passed before the daiyoukai appeared, stepping soundlessly through the trees. His approach was not threatening, though Inuyasha couldn't help but place his hand on the hilt of his sword – a reflexive gesture when in the presence of such a powerful demon.
"Why have you come here, Inuyasha?"
"We need to speak to Bokuseno. It's… about Kagome."
Sesshomaru's gaze slipped from his brother then, landing on the miko. He studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly as he noticed something was indeed off about the girl. Her usually brilliant aura was tightly reined in, flickering sporadically. He gave a single nod to Inuyasha and turned, ordering them to follow. The daiyoukai compressed a small amount of his youki, condensing into a red-tinged cloud at his feet. He glanced down at them as he ascended. "Do not tarry."
Miroku watched him ascend. "He wishes for us to follow?"
"Keh; seems that way. It'd be faster if you flew. I'll take Kagome."
Kirara leapt from Sango's arms with a mewl, the dainty sound transforming into a throaty groan as her form shifted. The neko bent ever so slightly to assist her mistress and the monk in mounting, and Shippou was quick to perch in the slayer's lap.
Inuyasha turned and offered his back to the priestess, bending so she could wind her arms around his shoulders. "It'll take a couple of days to get to Bokuseno, even at this pace," he informed her.
"Shouldn't we be stopping for the night?" she wondered with concern. They had already been walking for the entirety of the day, and even demons needed rest.
"We'll stop when Sesshomaru does. Don't worry, Kirara and I can handle it. I wanna get you to Bokuseno as soon as possible."
"Alright," she conceded with a nod, her hands tightening their hold on his robes.
Kagome peered out over Inuyasha's shoulder as he leapt through the canopy, her gaze fixed skyward. Since the episode at the village all those days ago the feeling inside of her had become distinctly different. While not always unbearably painful, it was constant now, throbbing persistently in her chest. The young miko was certain it had something to do with the massive swell of dark power she'd felt that afternoon in Kaede's hut. Were they connected, she wondered? Could the source of that dark power be the cause of her discomfort? If so, what was its correlation to the jewel? Her head began to hurt as she puzzled over it, trying to figure out how all of these things were related.
At least the weather was pleasant for travelling, she thought to herself, the breeze feeling lovely on her sweat dampened brow. The moon became visible as the sun began setting, a pale imprint in the evening sky.
Inuyasha was staying lower to the ground, opting for long, graceful lopes as opposed to his usual bounding. It felt nice… soothing. He was doing it for her, she knew, to make the trip more comfortable. The miko gave a little sigh, burying her face in his windswept hair and muttering a soft 'thank you' against his back. She felt him tense a little, and when she peeked out one eye at his face, there was the lightest blush on his cheeks.
"Keh," was his embarrassed response, and she couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Knock it off, wench, or I drop you on your ass," he clipped, trying to sound perturbed but failing miserably.
Utterly exhausted, her eyelids grew heavy, and she squeezed just a little bit tighter. "Love you too, Inu."
Inuyasha heard her breathing even out, glancing back at her for an instant to confirm she was asleep. Keeping one arm wound beneath her leg, he lifted the other to grip her arm, ensuring she wouldn't fall. His gaze softened as he regarded her, so obviously fatigued from her constant exertions.
'I won't lose another person I care about,' he promised, both to her and himself. Resolve steeled, he increased his pace, ensuring to keep his gate smooth and even. Up above he could see his brother floating, not surprised to find the stoic inu looking back at him. He met eyes with the daiyoukai briefly before he turned his gaze forward once more.
They travelled well past sundown, the combined glow from Sesshomaru's youki and Kirara's flame lighting their path. It was only when both the monk and slayer began to show signs of tiring that his brother began to descend, dropping fluidly into a small glade. It wasn't a very large area, but it was sheltered nicely, the branches overhead thick with greenery.
Inuyasha made sure to stop slowly, not wanting to rouse his passenger. Offering her bag to Sango, he watched her as she unfurled the priestess' sleeping roll, laying it out on a mossy patch of earth near the base of a tree. Carefully he and Miroku maneuvered her from his back and into it, the latter quickly moving to start a fire. The group let out a collective sigh when it became apparent that she would not wake, glad to know she was getting some well needed rest.
Rations were passed around, and shortly after their meal Sango settled in for the night as well, her neko companion curled in her arms once more. Shippou huddled next to Kagome, his wide emerald eyes shining with concern as he looked at her one final time before succumbing to sleep.
Miroku, Inuyasha, and Sesshomaru remained awake, all three males studying the miko's face. Her brow would furrow every so often, and all of them could see the straining in her aura. Even in sleep she fought her battle, holding back whatever it was that was afflicting her.
"What do you see when you look at her, Inuyasha?"
The hanyou spared his brother a fleeting glance before his attention moved back to Kagome. "I see her pain. I see her power turning in on itself… but I can't tell why."
"And you, monk?"
The priest looked hard at the slumbering girl, watching with his third eye as her glowing reiki flared and swelled, shuddering and coiling in toward the core of her, trying to encase something at the very center of her being. Yet… with the constant flickering of her power surrounding it, it was impossible to see what it was.
"There is something inside of her that she is afraid of, that she is trying to contain. I cannot see it clearly. It feels strange… It feels like her power, but not."
Sesshomaru nodded as he watched her sleep fitfully. Such an oddity, this girl. It was not often the daiyoukai found his interest piqued by a human. Yet, her current state was indeed peculiar, and troubling. He could see her inner struggle far more clearly than any of the others. It was worse than they suspected. "She is dying."
Inuyasha's ears snapped back, eyes wild as he turned to his elder brother. "What?!"
Miroku clutched his staff more tightly, brows furrowed as he pressed, "How can you be sure of that, Lord Sesshomaru?"
Had it not been for the circumstances, the daiyoukai might have been insulted that a human would question him in such a way. But she was special to them, he knew, so he overlooked the slight. "It is as you say, monk; she is fighting this entity – this familiar yet foreign power within herself, and it is taxing her greatly. Her mortal body will not be able to withstand the strain for much longer."
The camp fell silent as the weight of the grim revelation sank in. All eyes were fixed on the miko as she slept. Even the daiyoukai's gaze was not completely void of emotion as was generally the case. This woman had earned his respect, not something many could boast. For her to die… would truly be a tragedy.
Inuyasha lowered his head, his heart hammering in his chest as his hands curled into fists. Trembling claws pierced his palms, blood streaming through his fingers and landing with a soft pitter-patter in the grass.
The priest saw his friend's anguish, moving slowly around the camp to place a hand on his back. "Inuyasha, we will do every-"
"She ain't gunna die."
Miroku flinched at the fierceness in the hanyou's voice. He'd only ever heard that tone a handful of times before… when Kagome was in mortal danger. The conviction with which he said it, bordering on desperation, moved Miroku's heart as deeply as Kagome's plight.
"No. We will find a way to save her," he finally responded. They would not abandon their friend to this fate, for she was precious to each of them. Never before had Miroku met a being capable of such love and acceptance, capable of such loyalty and forgiveness. It would be a dark day for all the world should her light ever disappear. They could not allow it to happen.
"You should rest," Inuyasha told him. "We'll be leaving early tomorrow."
The monk nodded in agreement, and settled himself against a tree, close to Sango. Inuyasha watched him grip the beads around his wrist momentarily, undoubtedly praying for their friend. His gaze eventually wandered back to the miko, his heart and his head a tumult of fear and confusion.
'What's doing this to you, Kagome? What can I do to stop it? To save you?! I promised… I promised I'd protect you. I can't fail.'
The plot thickens…
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