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For a few moments, Kagome felt savagely triumphant.� As she stared at his unmoving form, her rage
buoyed her up, keeping her from remembering why she was so angry in the first
place.� She had beaten the smug bastard!

And then the guilt crashed into her.

Blank: Chapter Six � The
Strategist

Sesshoumaru was only out for a few
moments after she turned on him.� When
consciousness returned to him, it was as it always was � a seamless transition
between oblivion and wakefulness.� He did
not fall truly unconscious often, as he didn�t actually sleep, but he had been
injured badly enough a few times in the past that his body had simply shut down,
as it had now.

As soon as he was awake again, he
was ready to assert his dominance over the little bitch who dared defy
him.� Enough
of this indulgence, the primitive part of him growled silently.� My
bitch learns her place NOW.� He
wanted nothing more than to mark her and fuck her into submission.

Only through supreme effort did the
daiyoukai rein himself in.� Had his eyes
been open, Kagome would have seen the irises bleed slowly from red to golden
again.� Sesshoumaru was a tactician by
nature and, yes, something of a control freak.�
He wasn�t quite ready to confront her after her little display � he
needed a plan.� Countless years of practice kept his features
neutral while he listened to her fuss over him, and with her dull human nose
she wouldn�t be able to sniff out that he was awake.� For the time being, until he came up with a
strategy to deal with her, she could just go on thinking he was unconscious.

The daiyoukai had no idea that
she�d labeled him manipulative in her own mind.�
This, however, was unfair to him.�
Naraku was the type of creature who manipulated; Sesshoumaru was the
type of creature who planned.� He was not
particularly devious, he just didn�t normally blurt out what was on his mind
for anyone to examine.� He rarely entered
a situation without knowing the exact outcome ahead of time, and if he didn�t
know the exact outcome, his brilliant mind generally had all possible
conclusions explored and ranked by probability well before the situation came
to a head.� In other words, he was rarely
caught off guard.

She had surprised him tonight,
however.� If he was honest with himself,
she actually surprised him quite often, which was one of the many things that
drew him to her.� While his rational side
was in agreement with his instinctual side that she really did need to learn her place � one did not go around attacking one�s
alpha, especially when he was merely trying to comfort � another small part of
him was inordinately pleased with her.�
Granted, his shoulders ached dully where she had burned him with her
touch, but it was good that she had shown him her fighting spirit again.� And he hadn�t been badly hurt; it had more
been the initial shock of her purity that had caused him to lose consciousness.� She certainly had the power to have done worse
but, as it was, he�d already fully recovered.�
He hadn�t been sure how much she had been subdued by her memory loss,
and now he knew � not at all.� It was definitely
good that she was still a warrior, as long as she learned to submit to him, and
to only him.

Sesshoumaru was, after all, a very eligible bachelor.� For all that he was cold and haughty, he was
incredibly strong, fabulously wealthy, immensely powerful, and extremely
attractive, no matter what form he was in.�
He had long ago made sure that he would not need to take a mate to
consolidate power or seal an alliance � he was the most powerful youkai in Japan,
and he was controlling enough to not want to be saddled with a mate for
political reasons.

If it was a simpering, helpless
female that he�d wanted, there were plenty for him to choose from.� The same went for arrogant, haughty bitches
or powerful warrior wenches.� All those
females were so�so�common.� And he,
Sesshoumaru, was definitely not
common.

Neither was his miko.

She was more than all of those
things.� She was a warrior who adopted an
orphaned kit.� She was fierce yet unsure,
powerful but with an aching vulnerability that reached out to the male in him,
making him want to protect her.� She was
kind but could be ruthless in battle. �His little Kagome, a study in contrasts.

He let her scent wrap around him as
she fussed over him, dabbing lightly at his shoulders with a soft, damp
cloth.� She�d been in the middle of
removing his armor when he�d come to, and by this point he lay bare-chested,
his head cradled in her lap.� He could
smell her tears, her remorse over turning on him, and he was immediately glad
that he hadn�t given in to instinct.� He
wasn�t exactly manipulative, but he knew how to turn just about any situation
to his advantage, and her guilt would make her eminently more receptive to his
advances.� Plus, she had a sweet,
nurturing side.� Perhaps he should allow
her to care for him for some time as well.�
That would do much to tear down her walls.

He had calmed to the point that the
rational part of him was once again in control.�
It is good, he admitted to
himself.� She will make a fierce mother, though she needs to remember her place.

Sesshoumaru smiled inwardly.� Indeed, he was very glad that she was so
ferocious.� Once they were mated, she
would have to continue to be strong, fighting against anyone who was not
him.� He was at the top of the pyramid,
but there would be only one creature directly beneath him � her.� All others would be under her.� She would have to be fierce to survive, especially
since she was human, but he was suddenly sure that she would rise to the
challenge.� His instinctual side had
become interested in her long ago, and his rational side had accepted her as
well, even if it had only been yesterday.

He wondered suddenly how long ago
he had decided on her.� Truly, the
rational side of him had thought about her occasionally, but he�d had precious few
dealings with her.� As he thought about
it, though, it occurred to him that she had been a thorn in his side for quite
a long time, yet he hadn�t plucked her out.�
He�d allowed his mongrel brother to keep her alive.� Why was that?�
Certainly, if he had actually been trying to kill her, she would have
been dead long ago.

Was it at their first meeting?� Had it really been that long ago?

No, he decided.� He had been intrigued by her then � both
because she�d pulled Tessaiga from its resting place,
but also because she�d been so defiant and brave before him.� Still, she hadn�t truly known who, and what,
he was then.� No, not that first time.

The second time?� She had fired her arrow so boldly at him, managing
to shatter a piece of his armor.� By that
point, she knew exactly what he was capable of, but she was still just as brave
before him.� She didn�t attack recklessly
like his brother always did � she�d moved with precision and grace, even as her
eyes had been uncertain.� That, he
realized, was when he�d begun to consider her as a potential mate.

And then, when Inuyasha had
unleashed the Kaze no Kizu
on him upon their third meeting, she�d looked almost� regretful.� Sad.� She hadn�t been regretful out of weakness,
either hers or his.� Something about that
compassionate look had pulled at the primitive, instinctual side of him.� That, Sesshoumaru realized, was when he had
chosen her.�

Now came
the problem of wooing her.� If she were a
demoness, she would have already fallen at his
feet.� Youkai were driven by power, and
any self respecting demoness would immediately join
forces with one such as he.� If not, he
would be able to subdue her until she accepted him as her master.� There were simply no demons more powerful
than the Lord of the Western Lands.

But she wasn�t youkai.� She was human.� And, Rin excluded, the bulk of his experience
with humans ended with their entrails on the ground.

It wasn�t that he hated humans for
being human.� Normally they were simply
an annoyance.� He often thought of them
as speaking ants; industriously building during their short, pathetic lives so
that the colony would survive after each individual�s death.� When they got in his way or tried to sting
him, he crushed them as he would any ant.�
Singly, they were generally worthless, though a colony had its
uses.� It was beneath someone of his
stature to actually hate them, however.�
He didn�t even pity them their brief, weak lives � Sesshoumaru was wise
enough to know that there could only be one creature at the pinnacle of the
food chain, and it was him.� He did not
hate them nor pity them; things were simply the way they were.

There had been precious few
exceptions to the laws of nature over the course of his long life.� When he was young, he had thought Izayoi was one.� She
must have been something special to capture his father so thoroughly, although
Sesshoumaru had never really been able to see it.� She was so weak, always needing protection
from both humans and youkai.

Still, wasn�t that one of the
things that drew him to Kagome?� There
was something slightly helpless about her that raised tender feelings from him,
very similar to the way he reacted to Rin, for all
that she was clearly capable of defending herself.� His miko was vulnerable yet strong.� Izayoi had been the
former but not the latter.� She had to
have possessed some sort of strength, of course � bearing a youkai child was
difficult, even if it was a half breed � but then she�d spent the remainder of
her years hidden and crying over the Inu no Taisho
and the future of her bastard son.�
Sesshoumaru�s father had given his life to protect the human woman, and
what had she done with that precious gift?�
She�d wept it uselessly away.

Perhaps, though, this is what his
father had meant all those years ago.�
Perhaps all of his bloodline needed someone to protect.� Sesshoumaru had Rin of course � she was the
beginning, the one who had first made him aware of these� feelings.� But he desired more than a child; he wanted a
companion who was strong enough to stay with him, and he desired a full family.� He wanted a mate.

The daiyoukai couldn�t help but think
that if it had been him and the miko instead of his father and Izayoi, little Kagome would have stood proudly shoulder to
shoulder with him facing their enemies, even with her belly swollen.� It simply wasn�t in her nature to back down,
to give up, especially not when someone she loved was on the line.

Just the image of the miko carrying
his offspring stirred Sesshoumaru.� He
had never really given much thought to progeny before.� Of course, that primitive side of him was
always somewhat insistent about reproducing, but overall, he hadn�t worried
about it much.� He had lived many years,
but he would live many, many more.� It
had always seemed like there would be plenty of time for pups.

Now that he had found her and
accepted her, however, he was impatient to start his life with his mate.� While he knew he had to take it slowly and
woo her properly, he was having just the slightest difficulty waiting.� Sesshoumaru was struck by how little time he
actually had, feeling the weight of all the things that needed to be done crash
down on him.� He hadn�t finished
consolidating his empire, they had to destroy Naraku, Kagome
was mortal (he really needed to do something about that), and�

Sesshoumaru mentally shook
himself.� Dwelling on his duties and
responsibilities, however pleasant or unpleasant they were, was not going to
help him.� Allowing himself
to get caught up on time constraints was both foolish and counterproductive.� He also admitted that Rin was also partly a
catalyst.� He had some inkling, now, of
what it was like to have pups, and every part of him craved a family with
Kagome.� He hadn�t even been aware of his
longing for her until he�d asserted his dominance the previous morning.

At first he�d been startled by his
overwhelming reaction to his miko, especially once he realized she lusted for
him as well.� He�d left her quickly to
get some distance and figure out exactly what was going on.

It hadn�t taken him long.

Not even an hour had passed before
he�d realized that part of him had chosen her as his mate, not in that moment
but long before.� Since he�d been
repressing that knowledge, of course he�d reacted strongly once he had her
under him.� The rational side of
Sesshoumaru was complex, faceted, inscrutable, but instinct was always fairly
straightforward.� It knew what it wanted,
saw the opportunity, and took it.

The daiyoukai almost wanted to
smirk.� The rational side hadn�t been
particularly upset � it wasn�t the seat of his emotions, after all.� Mostly, the calculating side had merely been
somewhat concerned as to whether or not the miko would make an adequate mate.� So he�d thought on it for another hour before
coming to the conclusion that yes, actually, he couldn�t think of anyone who was
better suited.� Truly, the only thing
that she had going against her was that she was human (well, and that she�d
foolishly fallen in love with his half-wit, half-breed half-brother), but she
was so unlike the rest of her kind that he couldn�t even think of her in the
same terms.� And as for her love for
Inuyasha � well, Sesshoumaru was perfectly aware that her amnesia was a
blessing yet again, and he wasn�t above exploi� er, turning the situation to his advantage.

However, this musing was getting
him nowhere.

She was such an emotional
creature.� Sesshoumaru hadn�t seen any
recognition in the miko�s eyes when she�d realized
that Inuyasha had died trying to save her, so he knew she hadn�t reacted so
violently to that.� It wasn�t so much
that the hanyou specifically had died for her, just that someone had.

He supposed he could understand in
some small way.� Hadn�t he always made
sure that he would never be in anyone�s debt?�
His half-brother had given everything for her, as worthless as his
sacrifice was.� It must be maddening for
her.

But how to punish
her for her disrespect?� Truly,
all the suitable actions that he could come up with would only drive her away
or make her resent him, both of which were entirely counterproductive to his
goal.� He was an excellent judge of
character (one did not survive long in the ruthless world he lived in if one
was not), and while his interaction with Kagome had been infrequent before now,
he had clearly seen that she had loved Inuyasha in spite of the way he had
treated her, not because of it.� She
wasn�t twisted like some females, craving the abuse the hanyou had dished
out.� She needed a somewhat gentler hand
than her previous relationship would indicate, although he would still need to
challenge her.� He would have to walk a
fine line to get her to submit to him without breaking her spirit.

So.� What would he do if it was Rin who had lashed
out at him?� It was extremely difficult
to imagine, but Rin was one of only
other humans he�d had extended dealings with, and she was certainly the only
other human he�d ever had any� tender emotions towards.� Honestly, if the child lashed out at him in
grief and suffering, he would reprimand her after she�d calmed, probably give
her a good spanking, and leave it at that.

The idea of giving the miko a
spanking was certainly� interesting enough to warrant further consideration
later.� However, she was not a child, and
he didn�t think she was quite ready for the kind of spanking he�d prefer to
give her.� Which left a
reprimand.� However, he could
already smell her guilt, and part of him didn�t think that a reprimand would
further his cause either.

Should he�simply forgive Kagome and
let it go?� Sesshoumaru chewed on that
idea for several minutes.� It was almost
unthinkable, to be honest.� His honor
demanded she be punished, and yet no one had witnessed what had happened.� It would be a secret between him and the
miko, a way to bind them together.� To
give her compassion and forgiveness when she was expecting none, and better, to
have her indebted to him � now this might
be a good plan.

Of course, she was already indebted
to him � he had saved her, clothed her, tended her, but she didn�t remember any
of that.� Plus it had been on his
initiative � she had been the passive recipient of his care.� This, on the other hand, would be an active
debt since it was the direct result of her actions.� Therefore, this debt would mean much more to
her.

As much as it went against his
nature, the daiyoukai was becoming more and more convinced that this was the
correct path to take with Kagome.� He
would do it only this one time, and he would make it clear in no uncertain
terms that she was not to behave in such a manner again.� Ironically, by letting her own guilt punish
her she would be more likely to be obedient than if he, an external force, were
to discipline her.

Sesshoumaru almost stiffened when
he felt her fingers whisper down over his shoulder and graze over the stump
that was his left arm.� Another debt she
owed him, for all that she didn�t remember it.�
Of course, he had been trying
to kill her at the time, so he supposed it wasn�t that important.� His missing arm was a nuisance at worst.

The scent of her tears returned,
and he felt a few splash down onto his flesh.�
Now this was interesting.� She really was a softhearted little
thing.� However Sesshoumaru was no fool, and
he knew it was a step in the right direction that she reacted this way to
him.� He simply hadn�t expected her to
come around so quickly just by letting her see some vulnerability in him.� Perhaps this seduction would be less
difficult than he originally thought.

Feeling quite pleased, plan firmly
in mind, the daiyoukai opened his eyes.

***

A/N: To Jay: I�m glad you caught
it!� Yes, I was attempting to subtly
reference Kikyo (although I am more into the anime
than the manga, I�m trying to draw from both, and I
like Kagome with blue eyes anyway).�
Honestly, things are going to get complicated for our favorite miko soon
(wait, they aren�t already?) so I haven�t decided if I�m going to muddle things
further by adding Kikyo in directly (or Kouga either, much as I like him).� I don�t have any plans to at this time.� While I do have a general outline for this
story, I also let the muse take me in whatever direction she prefers which has,
on occasion, led to me to completely scrap an outline.� We�ll see.�
Also, there is a bit more Sesshoumaru studying in the next chapter.� Enjoy! =D

My cup overflows with all of your
kind, generous words.� Thank you all very
much. :)
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