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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 45

When the couple made their way back to the house for dinner, Kagome was shouting for Inuyasha and Shiori. She just had to tell them about what she just did!

With hanyou hearing and speed, they came quickly, unsure why their friend was yelling. She could hear Inuyasha blustering on the way there. “You better be dying, hollering like that, wen—,” He turned the corner, words failing him as he saw Kagome and skidded to a halt, jaw hanging in the air. Shiori was right behind him and, in fact, ran right into his back, both “oof”ing at the impact before she peeked around her mate to see what the fuss was about. She didn’t have words.

Kagome grinned broadly, hands on her hips, and said, “You’ll never guess what we just did!”

Without missing a beat, Inuyasha said, “Either Sesshoumaru took you flying or your time machine broke and it took you to a weird hybrid of the 40s and 70s.”

“What?” First of all, how did he know, and second of all, what the hell was he talking about?

Shiori took pity on her friend and said, “Kagome, hon, let’s get your hair in a ponytail before Inuyasha stops gawking long enough to take a picture.” She grabbed her friend’s hand and at Kagome’s look of realization followed by horror, the pair took off for the master suite.

They could hear Inuyasha’s laughter the whole way.

A deep baritone voice cut through his mirth, “That was not particularly kind of you, brother.”

“Ha! Like it was kind to let her go around looking like that? What if a bird had flown by and mistaken her for its nest?”

Barely keeping the growl out of his voice, Sesshoumaru answered, “She was happy. This Sesshoumaru was loathe to bring that to an end. Her appearance matters not to this Sesshoumaru.”

“Now that’s just bullshit. I saw your jaw drop this morning like an old time cartoon wolf when she walked out in that dress, in those heels, with those lips. You woulda mounted her right there in the hall if you hadn’t promised her that trip to the zoo.”

“Perhaps it is better said that I do not see her imperfections as I would on another person. Her hair was a mess and I simply did not care because she was in such high spirits.”

“That I’ll buy. But trust me, man, ‘cause I’ve learned the hard way, they might not thank you for it, but when they look ridiculous, they want to know.”

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After dinner, Toga and Izayoi retired to their chambers, as did Kaede, leaving the two younger couples to gather in the den. Jaken brought his Lord a very long, thin package and retreated to his own privacy. Everyone was looking at Sesshoumaru expectantly because the wooden box had a large, red bow on it.

He handed it to Kagome, who looked at him curiously. At his nod, she slipped the bow off the end and set the box down on the coffee table to open it. Unwrapping it, there was a gorgeous, purple wood box and it reminded her of the purple velvet of her engagement ring’s box. Her fingers caressed the beautiful grain that resembled the squiggly pattern of the maple used for the backs of violins and Sesshoumaru said, “It is called Amaranth, a naturally purple wood from Central and South America. Our swordsmith likes purple.”

She was already impressed and she had yet to look inside. There was a keyhole on the front of the box in the center below where the two edges met. Sesshoumaru held out an antiqued silver key whose handle was composed of graceful swirls and loops, a matching purple tassel hung from the end. She inserted the key and opened the box, letting the top rest on the table. There was a collective intake of breath as the katana inside was revealed. She stood and picked up the blade by the handle which was a foot in length and layered with a diamond pattern of pink leather, with mother of pearl peeking through. The shining, forged steel blade, just over two feet long, was inscribed with words. She read aloud, “To Channel the Vengeance of His One” and turned the blade to read, “To Protect when He Cannot” on the other.

“It is called ‘Kasainamidame,’ or ‘Teary Eyes of Fire’ after your fighting style. This sword is crafted from my fang so that even if we are separated in battle, my half of our soul will lend you strength and protection. It is designed to work with your holy powers to purify in a single swing.”

“Wow,” she managed in a wonderstruck breath. Inuyasha was reaching for it and getting slapped by his mate when Kagome brightened, asking, “Hey, can I go play with it?” She turned her beaming, crooked smile on her one and was practically bouncing on her toes in excitement.

“You will practice outside, miko. In your clearing. This Sesshoumaru will not stand for accidental damage to the shiro.” He had to raise his voice for the last because his chosen had alighted, sword in hand, as soon as she heard the first sentence.

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Kana’s mirror lit up from its place on the bedside table. Naraku instantly turned from his debauchery with the childlike owner of the mirror to grab it and shove it in her hands so she could manage the information coming in and project an image for him to see. Her tearstained face was vacant as she concentrated on her power.

This was not the first image he had gotten. Over the last two months, increasingly the mirror was once again showing him scenes from the life of his little obsession. Many of the scenes were disgustingly sentimental, but every so often he got to witness a fight between the supposedly happy couple. Ahh, but his little slut had always had quite a temper, though he, of course, was capable of curbing such behavior with the proper persuasion. He was her daddy, after all.

He watched as she approached a door—he definitely approved of her clothing choices of late, but really wished she’d go more gothic Lolita, something he would fix when she was once again his—and he could hear raised voices inside. The dog and his mutt of a brother, from the sound of things. He could just barely make out what they were saying.

“I don’t care why you’re keeping it from her, it’s just not right! You kept things from her before and she almost killed herself at the betrayal. What the hell can you be thinking?” said an agitated tenor.

“She will not know. It will remain a secret and you are forbidden to reveal what you know,” the deep baritone replied.

“Seriously? She’s my best friend. What am I supposed to do, let her get hurt again? She’ll figure it out. With her new senses she’s a gods damned bloodhound!”

Kagome had heard enough. She turned from the room, her face awash in tears and grief and fled.

The image faded, but the dark hanyou’s smile burned the demoness’s eyes with its bright maliciousness.

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Kagome hastily packed a bag, removed her ring and placed it on Sesshoumaru’s night stand, grabbed the purse she’d used that day, took his keys from their hook by the front door and ran away. She drove several hours past the city and stopped at a car rental place, switching out Sesshoumaru’s car with a rental, making sure to get one with GPS, stopped at an ATM and maxed out her extremely high withdrawal limit of cash, then backtracked to the city, found a hotel and checked in for the night, paying with their joint account.

She fell asleep crying in her lonely bed.

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The next morning, Kagome awoke late and showered. She was walking out of the bathroom in a white, Egyptian cotton robe, blotting her hair dry, when she noticed the envelope someone had slipped under the door.

She sat on the unmade bed and opened it, slipping a business card out of the envelope. It read: “Onigumo Services, Inc., Exterminators Extraordinaire.” There was a website listed. She turned the card over and read the sprawled handwriting, “Daddy knows you’re hurting. I can help you, little one.”

He only called her “little one” when he wanted something and she knew exactly what he wanted. She pulled out her iPad, flipped open the cover, turned it on, and connected to the hotel’s Wi-Fi. She navigated to the site and her hand lifted to her mouth at what she saw with wide, shocked eyes.

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Meanwhile, Sesshoumaru had filed a missing person’s report with the police and had reported his car stolen. He, Inuyasha, and Toga were out canvassing for Kagome. They tried all her old haunts, even her favorite grocery store, flashing her picture to everyone and asking people to call them at once if she was spotted.

They met up for lunch at a diner, though no one was particularly hungry, to compare notes. None of them had discovered anything and Kagome’s trail was cold.

The police called as they were paying their check. Sesshoumaru exchanged brief words with them before hanging up. He looked to his family and announced, “They have found my car.”

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On the site was the live torture and eventual murder of a man the caption underneath the video said was extorting money from his employer. It detailed his crimes over a course of five years and the owner of the website pronounced his judgment and sentence. A little box at the bottom right of her screen was blinking. She thought it was an ad at first until she looked at it and actually read it: “You have one message waiting, Kagome.”

Wait—how did this site know who she was? Against her better judgment, she clicked on the box. A chat screen popped up, covering the video. “Hello, little one.”

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The three demons were escorted by a rookie policeman across the massive auto sales lot to where Sesshoumaru’s car was parked. The head detective saw them coming and nodded in greeting.

“Magamoto Haruki, at your service.” Then, to Toga he asked, “You are Lord Taisho, I presume?”

“Yes. It is my eldest son, Sesshoumaru’s, intended who is missing,” Toga replied.

“Of course. Taisho Sesshoumaru, it is an honor. How I wish we did not have to meet under such circumstances.”

“Hn.”

“Excuse me for asking, but did your fiancée and yourself have an argument recently?”

“No.”

“Well, you see, I only ask because there is no sign of struggle and the keys were found in the ignition. We have dusted for fingerprints and will be working on those, but have you considered she may have simply left you?”

A threatening growl was his only reply.

“Please, you must know I mean no offense. We simply must explore all possibilities here.”

“Be sure that you do,” Sesshoumaru said tersely before turning and walking away.

“You must excuse my son; he is wrought with grief. When do you think you will be through with the vehicle?” Toga asked.

“By the end of business today. Our crime scene boys still need to process for trace evidence, but we can have the vehicle ready for pickup by, say, 4pm.”

“Excellent. Personally, I can tell you I know of no reason for Kagome to have run away. She was the happiest she’s been in years and just yesterday, she spent the day planning for the wedding and touring the zoo with Sesshoumaru. This is not the behavior of an unhappy woman.”

“That may be. Tell me, Lord Taisho, is it true that Miss Higurashi had been treated for a mental disorder for years?”

Toga straightened to his full, impressive height and looked down his nose at the detective. “May I ask where you heard this information?”

“Public knowledge coupled with some basic detective work. Until recently, she had several collections accounts for medical bills, one for the County Hospital. When I asked the hospital the nature of her stay there, they told me they could not disclose information because it pertained to mental health, that I would need a special warrant. I did a standard firearms background check and found that she had indeed been hospitalized for an undisclosed mental health condition in 2010 so is unable to ever possess a gun. Now, I don’t know much about mental health, but I know you have to be pretty sick to get locked up on a psych ward. Sick enough to self-destruct and run away from a great relationship, maybe even sick enough to run away and try to kill herself.”

“Now you listen here! Kagome was not and is not sick. She was, however, traumatized by the vicious, repeated rape and abuse inflicted by her father for the first 16 years of her life. She was able to escape him, but we know for a fact that he remains obsessed with her. If you want to follow a lead, follow that one.”

Inuyasha reached out and took his father’s arm, steering him away from the detective. He was just as angry, actually had no idea how he had remained quiet during the exchange, but there was no way he was letting his dad do what he thought he was ready to do and slug the idiot detective.

…………………………..

She just stared at the screen for long moments. She hadn’t spoken to her father for more than half of her lifetime. He had come, uninvited, to her college graduation party, bringing her red roses as he always liked to do when she was younger, but she had refused to see him then and he had eventually left the party. She really didn’t want to respond, but as the cursor blinked expectantly at her, she knew what she had to do.

Fingertips alighted on the touchscreen. “Hello, Daddy.”

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