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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 41

Sesshoumaru was nothing if not extraordinarily self-assured after last night. When Kagome had awoken in his arms, he had informed her that her things had been moved back in to their rooms and when she was fully awake, they would be bathing together. ‘Arrogant dog…sooo lucky he’s cute.’

Last night had been amazing, but she needed to know, “Sesshoumaru? Was that the last of the secrets?”

“There is one additional thing, but it was not a secret, merely something I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you.”

“Is morning cuddling not the right time?” she asked, wiggling her behind into him sensually.

He laughed a single laugh and nuzzled her neck. He tightened the hand on her hip and thrust against her, enjoying her little moan. “As it happens. This Sesshoumaru has known you almost since your birth, miko.”

“Is that so?” It wasn’t like her daiyoukai to wax poetic, but she was game.

He could tell she was taking what he said with a grain of salt, but he was undeterred. “I have dreamt of you. I saw your incredible blue eyes in a sea of darkness and heard your voice calling out to me. You never said my name or yours, but you did ask me to come rescue you quite often. As you matured, so did the voice, but the message was always the same. ‘Please find me, he’s hurting me and I need you.’ When I first heard your voice over the phone at the hospital, I was overcome with the need to find you and my beast stirred for a woman for the first time in my life. And then I saw you in person and there were the eyes with which I was so familiar.”

She was completely floored. He wasn’t one to joke and this wasn’t something he would joke about anyway. He had known her just as she had known him. “This is just so amazing! Sesshoumaru, I knew you, too.”

He was astonished, blinking. “You did? Truly?” He moved back and flipped her over so he could look into her eyes.

“Yes! For as long as I could remember I’ve seen you in dreams and fantasies. Not as you are now, though. You know that doll you had made of yourself? With the silk and fur and armor and swords? That’s who I saw. Anytime he was hurting me, I would imagine you coming to save me. You were my imaginary friend when I had no one real to talk to, I’ve even fantasized you were with me as an adult. After I had a nightmare, when I went back to bed, you would be there. You would hold me and tell me everything would be alright, that you were coming for me. And…I guess you did,” she said, smiling.

“I will never allow him to hurt you again. You are mine to protect.”

She smiled a brilliant, crooked smile and said, “I like that,” before craning up and kissing him softly on the lips.

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They had shared a piping hot bath, which Sesshoumaru had filled with special herbs, with them taking turns grooming the other. Sesshoumaru was very specific about making her soak in the specially prepared water, saying it would help her soreness. While she was a little sore below deck, it wasn’t anything a hot bath and a little Tylenol couldn’t fix, but you couldn’t say that to her demon. He was highly conscious of the fact that he had hurt her last night and was going to do everything he could to alleviate that pain. And she might as well let him or he might not play Ride the Miko with her anymore.

They had slept late, so everyone had already eaten by the time they came out. They sat on the barstools in the kitchen with their sides touching and Kagome’s hand in his as Jaken made them mushroom, onion and feta omelets with a side of sliced, fresh tomatoes.

She had spent the morning with Kaede working on expanding her understanding of the link with Naraku and when she was done, Sesshoumaru was waiting to escort her to the car. He had had Jaken pack a small basket of lettuce rolls for the ride.

She was a bit embarrassed to have to go out in public in only her oversized, traditional miko attire of red, ballooned pants and white tied shirt with tabi socks and sandals, but she really didn’t have a choice. They talked about where she would like to go for clothes, but all of the places she could think of—outside of the mall, of course, she did not want to subject him to that—he shot down. Well, fine.

“So where are we going to go?” she asked once they were on the road.

“To the city. I know a store where they will take care of us.”

And that is how she found herself in a large, lavish, private dressing room in the most exclusive store in the city modeling clothes for her demon, who was lounging in a padded antique chair that reminded her an awful lot of a throne, feet propped on a tapestried ottoman, as he drank champagne and ate fresh strawberries and cream. When he particularly liked what she came out wearing, he would invite her to his lap where he would allow her to suck champagne and cream off a long-stemmed strawberry. When he didn’t like something, he just looked at her with a raised brow. Fortunately, their taste coincided on most things though he definitely liked her in dresses and skirts more than she was used to wearing since high school sailor uniforms.

This was the strangest shopping trip she’d ever been on. She wasn’t going out to the racks to pick things out—she had two women doing that for her. The one that stayed in the room with them had measured her, complimenting her obsequiously—though Kagome was quite sure she was lying through her over-bleached teeth as it was quite unfashionable—on her figure, which had wheedled down to between a six and eight at her waist, while for her bust and hips she was more like a ten or twelve. They would be privately tailoring all of her new clothing to fit her perfectly, which was also a new experience for her. They brought shoes, lingerie, hosiery, purses, belts, and jewelry, everything she needed to complete the outfits.

They had to go to a specialty store to get her bras, but what they picked out were way cuter and hotter than what she was used to. They were even able to find some of the very specific styles she was looking for and promised to have the rest commissioned from her hasty sketches. Sesshoumaru kept buffeting her with his aura from outside the curtained off area in protest that he was not being included in those choices, not unlike the thrumming of impatient fingers on a table, but she was sure he’d appreciate what they’d found.

For the first time in a long time, Kagome got to choose her own style. Once you creep past a certain size, they take your choices away and you have to wear what they make for you, rather than what you want, something that just gets worse the higher the scale climbs. It was exciting, but overwhelming. She had always had a thing for 40’s and 50’s clothing and happily, there were a lot of dresses in that vintage style to choose from. When she expressed an interest, one of her shoppers actually went to a specialty boutique down the street and picked up a few more outfits in that style for her. Even better, she would have sworn some of the selections had made her doggy drool. He actually had to ask for another bowl of whipped cream for her. ‘Just wait until I break out the red lipstick and nail polish to match…’

Though she had been overwhelmed by the focused attention on her at first, she had eventually relaxed and saw it as a game. As the afternoon wore on, however, she was growing tired and cranky. And if that hussy that had measured her fluttered her fake eyelashes and exclaimed, “Oh, Dr. Taisho!” one more time, there would be bloodshed.

Sensing her growing displeasure, Sesshoumaru stood and rescued his chosen. Having just walked out in a navy blue polka dot dress with short, cap sleeves, a crinoline, just-above-the-knee skirt, and wide, red belt with matching peep toe, patent leather heels, she looked like a pinup. The belt gathered in the extra fabric at the waist and the skirt showed off her magnificent legs. She would wear the outfit she had on to leave the store and the rest would be delivered.

Kagome was a little in awe. There was no check out, no swiping of credit cards, no lugging boxes and bags. They would even tailor her miko outfit and create several more for her so she didn’t have to carry that out, either. They had replaced her purse with a cherry red designer clutch with a built in wallet section and her limited belongings had been transferred to it.

They took the elevator down to the 2^nd floor and got off. ‘Now what are we getting?’

Sesshoumaru walked her through the building and across a glass bridge into the building across the street. He swung a right and Kagome smelled where they were before she saw it: a salon.

As they drew closer she saw it was a very posh salon. It was done in earth tones with giant floor to ceiling rock fountains, copious greenery and large, low, overstuffed chairs. In the center of the lobby was a giant, austere rock garden. The floor was of a highly polished, chestnut-stained wood. At the sight of Sesshoumaru, women dripped out of every nook and cranny and coalesced at his feet, all twittering and fussing, and effectively pushed Kagome away from him. Instantly, he flared his youki in an angry wave and the women fell back to a respectable distance. Sesshoumaru held out his arm and Kagome walked into his hold, arms around each other’s backs.

“Ladies, it is a pleasure to see you all as usual. Now, please, where is Pearl?” he asked, looking at the sea of women.

The owner of the establishment, a middle-aged lady with scarlet hair streaked with sparse chunks of silver and eyes of purplish violet stepped forward. She was wearing a simple, but excellently tailored black suit with three quarter sleeves. She had long, red nails and before the 5 inch spike red heels with 2 inch kitten platforms she wore she was a diminutive 4’9”. She wore a white gold chain around her neck with a ridiculously large, shiny pearl pendant and matching white gold bracelets. Stepping forward, she bowed to the pair before turning to Kagome and introducing herself.

“This is Kagome, my chosen. She has had a tiring day.” With an assessing look at Kagome, he returned his gaze to Pearl and said, “The works, top to bottom. Spare no expense.” He looked down at Kagome and inclined his head in Pearl’s direction. “Pearl is the best. I have an errand to run, but I want you to relax here. She will take good care of you.” With that, he lifted her hand to his lips and placed a breath of a kiss on her knuckles, earning more than one sigh from the team of women, and departed.

Feeling a little like a lame gazelle in the lion’s den, Kagome tried not to squirm as women exploded in a cacophony of questions around her, everything from “Where did you meet?” to “Are you pupped yet?”

Pearl stepped in front of Kagome and cleared her throat, effectively silencing her employees. “Kagome is our guest, ladies, and she is here to relax, not gossip.” She turned to Kagome, placing a hand on her arm, and said, “Now, dear, do come with me,” and led her off to her first destination.

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By the time Sesshoumaru came for her, she had been massaged, peeled, plucked, waxed, soaked, scrubbed, gelled, filed, buffed and painted. They were currently finishing up on her hair and she had yet to see it. Since Sesshoumaru loved the length, she had forbidden them to touch that, but when they suggested short layers and something called “carving and slicing” she had definitely been curious. They were just finishing drying her hair when he walked in, looking at her with wonder in his eyes. There was just something about a female with classically red lips.

Suddenly self conscious, she lifted her hand to as yet unseen hair and asked, “Is it ok?”

Curiosity entered his eyes and he walked towards her, lifting her hand to see the pink and white French manicure they had given her. “Not my first choice, but they suit you.” He lowered her hand and peeked down at her toes, framed in disposable sandals, and smirked at the vibrant red color that would match her outfit. “Very nice,” he said suggestively. He looked back up at her, whose flawless complexion positively glowed with good health, and then saw the rather large pile of black curls on the floor. He raised a single eyebrow in the direction of Pearl.

“Yes, we cut a bit, but on her threat of injury we left the length and this way it will not only be more manageable and easier to dry and style, but you will notice that this has freed her curls to bounce and move with life, which you must agree, suits your chosen’s personality well,” she said in the winning way of a woman who had calmed many an upset significant other. She surreptitiously motioned for someone to come clear up the sizable mess from the floor so her favorite patron would stop mourning it.

She held her hand out to Sesshoumaru, gesturing for him to see the back. Kagome sat there discomfitedly, feeling Sesshoumaru’s hand in her hair as he moved and played with curls that were improbably springier than when he had dropped her off. She had liked that it was so much lighter on her head, but if he didn’t like it…

“I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but you have created a magnum opus with what was already a masterpiece,” he said, wonder in his voice. There was an audible, collective sigh that included Kagome.

She turned to him with a smile. “You really like it? You’re really not mad?”

He smiled back and the women of the shop gasped in shock, having never thought to witness such a sight. “No, miko, this Sesshoumaru is not angry. You are a vision.”

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