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This Sesshoumaru Burns	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 42736 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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A/N: I know I been FORVER updating this and I apologize and hope yall dont hate meh too much. I just havent had the flame for it anymore then but now I feel like Im on a roll so expect more if not speedy updates on this...I even started on the next chappie on this two so another upload is more than likely this time....^_^ Love Yall!! -muah-
this was not beta'd so excuse the roughness please >_>

Chapter 6: Escaping…
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Kagome worried her bottom lip with her blunt teeth as she sat in the lap of the demon lord contently with nuzzling her collar bone. She had to think of a way to get away from Sesshoumaru and fast before he ravishes her again…and she lets him.
She shook her head. Yeah, let him rip her clothes off, make her a bedridden sex slave to his lusty fever, and possibly slay her when the fever finally breaks. Though, for some reason she feels she may die a very happy woman…sickening thought that.
A large clawed hand crept beneath the thick material of her shirt. The heat in his palm searing as it ghosted up her spine. Suddenly she snapped into action. “I just remembered…” She shouted as she tugged her shirt back down. “I have something that could break your fever and cure you. I just have to go get it.”
He didn’t tear his face away from the nook of her neck when he spoke. “It can wait miko. My symptoms aren’t severe.” The demon lord mumbled against her goose bumped flesh.
“B-but…” His hand attempted to creep its way under her blouse again and she shivered, and she was far from cold. It felt like someone doused her in gasoline and threw a match on her. She really, really need to get away from this demon. “Aren’t there people who need you to get better? Your mom needs you well.” She heard him snort and she frowned. Well that’s sad. She then added timidly, “I want you well.” She actually did. As crazy as it sounded, she actually missed the cold, homicidal Sesshoumaru. At least he wouldn’t have put her in this odd predicament.
His hold on her waist slackened. “Where is this cure you speak of miko?”
She thought about it for a moment. Before she came here, she remembered Aimaru signaling to his brother to retrieve her bag. So she knows it’s here…somewhere. “In my yellow sack. I just need to go get it and bring it here so I can treat you. I’ll be right back.”
He watched her for a long moment before he completely released her. She fought to keep the relief out her eyes. “You will return to me the moment you retrieve it.”
Sure I will. She quipped sarcastically to herself as she eased off his lap. “Of course.” A nervous smile plastered on her face as she back pedaled to the screen door.
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes at her in warning. It made her nervous but she was not going to let him intimidate her into returning. Her mind was set on escaping the madness of this palace the minute she stepped out that door. Though, he did look devastatingly delicious sitting on his bed half naked, sweating and panting like that…she shook her head. Escape…remember this is an escape.
Just out of the door way, she smiled one last time and slowly slid the door closed. Okay, step one completed. She turned and walked away from his room. Step two completed. After a few carefully measured steps away she looked back one last time then took off at a run to the first servant she came upon. Mission completed.
Just like she expected the first few shunned her immediately without at least hearing her out. She wasn’t going to let the harsh treatment get to her. All she cared about was finding Aimaru and getting out of here. He’ll help her, in his own roundabout way.
Kagome spotted a young kitsune servant adjusting the flowers in a vase and walked up her slowly. Large red fuzzy ears twitched on her head at the sound of her approach and the maid swiveled around to stare at her curiously. Well at least she doesn’t have a look of disgust in her eyes. But then it’s those who are all smiles while secreting hating your guts that scares her the most. “Excuse me. Sorry to bother you. Could you tell me to where Aimaru is?”
Without leading me to a den of hungry angry demons who would love nothing more than to skin me and wear my entrails for jewelry. She pleaded silently to the kitsune eyeing her blankly.
The kitsune blinked again and suddenly turned and walked away. For a moment Kagome thought she was written off again until the kitsune turned and gestured with her head to follow her. Relieved, the miko fell into step behind her.
Walking along, Kagome admired the ridiculously extravagant layout of the palace. Long hallways, highly polished floors, and elaborate wall scrolls decorating the walls of the palace. There were numerous court ways leading out to bountiful gardens and open fields that surrounded the area. Words like gorgeous and immaculate sounded like insults for describing this palace.
Kagome looked ahead in time to watch the hand servant look quizzically to a room to their left. She followed her gaze to the door she knew it wasn’t a bedroom or a living area so it must be a storage space of some kind. Passing it, she was able to feel a small dark tingle shoot down her spine. It was as if that closet held something really malicious. But was it her place to inquire about it?
She pursed her lips as she thought about the repercussions of pursuing this discovery.
It would mean she would have to tell Sesshoumaru, meaning that she will have to return to him and then he would mostly likely never let her leave his side again thus staying in the godforsaken palace with a mommy dearest who wants her dead. But then it would eat at her conscious for not warning the demon lord about this…Aimaru. Yes, she’ll just let Aimaru know…after he takes her to the safety of her well…on her way down into the darkness of its dark depths. Good plan.
Picking up her pace, she made after the suddenly fast walking kitsune servant.
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The dark entity held the mouth of a moaning hand servant tightly silencing her whimpers and mews. He bent low to lick hungrily up the side of her neck relishing the taste of her sweat infused with the heady essence of her arousal.
So she can sense me can she? He mused.
At first he wasn’t too thrilled about her presence, but now, he will admit that it is welcomed. As it turns out, she will be playing a major hand in the demon lord’s downfall. The only thing he wasn’t comfortable with was that she is a miko. It will make it easy for her to sense him whenever she nears him. but then it may prove beneficial if she stays and adds to the confusion.
Deceit, suspicion, …chaos. Yes, chaos. He moaned at the thought of the word.
Chaos is all he truly wanted. His identity was of little importance when compared to his desire for the fall of the west. Daddy dearest would be so proud. May the evil bastard rot in peace, he sneered silently.
He smirked when the small petite servant push back unto him eagerly. Grinning, he rewarded her with a hard upward thrust of his hips earning him a gasp of surprise. Her breathless moans were so delightful.
Such a lovely chaotic dilemma this was becoming. Just think; the demon lord’s sickness will drive him to seek the intimate attentions of a lowly human. Oh he could only imagine how his mother felt about her son’s obsession with the human. Then what about his people? How will this all look in the eyes of the court and the common demon folk? And will this all matter in the head of a demon lord plagued with lust and greed for the attention of a miko? Will his lust be so great that he will neglect his people all for the love of a human?
The thought of the possible calamity nearly had him climaxing. He stopped much to his lover’s chagrin and reached up to pinch and roll her nipples in his black claws, pulling the little harden flesh tight. As she reached her fourth climax, he dug his claws into her long red locks to pull her head back and leaned down to her ear. “You have pleased me greatly my little kitten.” He kissed her temple lovingly and she purred. “I have a request of you. Carry it out without fail and I will make you come 5 more times next time we meet.”
He chuckled when she answered him with a shudder as she met yet another climax; her velvety wet sheath choking him.
“Master please…” The servant gasped as she shook with her orgasm.
An approving growl rumbled in his chest. “Please what my little kitten?” he smirked. He knew full well what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her beg for it.
“Please…I want it.” She begged breathlessly. “Please, Please…”She reached up to claw desperately at the door in front of her.
“And you shall have it.” He reached up to grab her breast while harshly digging his claws into her flesh. The black nails glowed an ominous red as it injected its potent liquid into her system, sending liquid fire through her body. She threw her head back as the bliss she yearned for wracked her already worn body into a fit of spasms. A look of pure explicit bliss overcame her gorgeous features as drool oozed from her full parted lips.
She lifted her head slowly with a wicked grin, her eyes glowing a blood red as she licked her lips wantonly.
“So lovely, my kitten.” The dark being crooned as he reached his own climax into her wet depths.
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Jabora rummaged through the hideous yellow sack in Aimaru’s room. All day, the bag started calling to him, beckoning him to explore its contents. But alas, his curiosity had finally gotten the better of him leading him here to his brother’s room digging into it eagerly.
He had piled the odd smelling food he found to the side while he piled some odd books on the other side of him. There was an odd box that read Magnums in metallic characters on the front but since it held no appeal to him he tossed it near the pile of books. Near the bottom of the sack he lifted out an odd book that had beautiful drawn males in the tightest of embraces drawn on its bindings preserved in a glossy finish.
“Carnal Addiction?” He read the strange kanji questioningly then opened the graphic novel to a random page. Jabora gasped and had to pinch his nose close before he died of blood loss.
There on the pages was a dainty beautiful male in a kimono meant for concubines, being passionately thrust into by a burly handsome rogue who was confessing his undying love each time he thrust into his lover’s body. “Oh my…” he sighed listlessly then looked down and spotted a few more books like the one he just found and eagerly skimmed through their steamy pages.
So there were people who idolize my sexuality? He wondered hopefully until he jumped at the sound of approaching footsteps nearing his brother’s room. Dammit!
“This is his room. I will inform him that you wished to see him.” He heard the servant announced as she neared the door with, from what he smelled was the human miko.
Quickly, he tossed food and other items into the sack carelessly and stuffed the male love picture books into his obi seconds before the door opened to let in the miko. He unsnapped his fan to fan himself daintily while sniffing haughtily. “What business do you have in my brother’s room?”
The young miko narrowed her eyes suspiciously when she spotted her sack in disarray against the wall. Nervous, he quickened the speed of fan to dry the beads of sweat that suddenly accumulated on his brow.
“That would be none of your business.” The girl said tightly and stormed across the room to retrieve her sack and inspect its contents.
Jabora worried his lips as she rummaged through it feverishly, looking for something. Suddenly the books in his obi had started to feel heavy.
“Oh thank god their still here.” She sighed in relief as she hugged her chocolates to her chest lovingly.
Jabora face dropped at the sight. She was worried about food? From the look of her, she look like she has never been hungry in her life. She wasn’t sickly or frail like most of the village ningen he have seen. In fact, her health and hygiene was better than the human high lords and ladies he have encountered. He straightened his composure and his obi before the miko threw a glare at him. He grew even more nervous when the onna suddenly smiled and stood up to approach him with her hand outstretched.
“We got off on the wrong foot.” She started lightly. “I’m Kagome Hiragashi.” Jabora eyed her hand suspiciously. He wasn’t familiar with the gesture and haughtily declined her hand with sniff.
“Hmph.”
The miko rolled her eyes and planted her knuckles on her hips. “Well excuse me for trying to make nice.”
“You’re excused.” Jabora retorted.
Peeved, Kagome flicked her dark wavy locks over her shoulder irritably. “A little humility wouldn’t kill you, ya know.” She huffed then moved to sit on Aimaru large platform bed that was dressed in black and red silks.
And what would a human know about humility? He thought snidely as he watched the miko sit on his brother bed like she belonged there. He wanted to comment on her boldness for sitting in his brother’s bed, but his curiosity about the miko distracted him. “Where do you hail from girl?”
“Why?” She regarded him quizzically. Now why would she answer his question with a question? Irritating little onna, she is.
Jabora shrugged. “A mere curiosity, nothing more.” Just tell me already.
Kagome shrugged and said nothing else.
Silver eyes narrowed when she remained quiet. The way she was acting made him assume she hail from somewhere suspicious. Where else could she have gotten such odd food and books? Not forgetting to mention her way of speech and clothing. She was definitely not of this world.
He too decided to remain silent and just watched her over his fan begrudgingly. Her attitude was much too haughty for his taste. And it didn’t help when she doesn’t get intimidated by his poise and beauty. If anything she acted like she was on his level and that was unacceptable. This palace was much too small for two drama queens. He will have to make sure that Aimaru be quick about tossing her sassy little bottom out.
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Kagome crossed her arms ignoring the heated glare of her company. She knew he didn’t like her and quite frankly she didn’t care. She was going to be out of here anyway and won’t have to see him again for as long as she could help it. If only Aimaru would just hurry up and get here already. What was taking him?
As if on cue, the demon in question opened the doors to his chambers to spot the miko on his bed and his brother standing off the side glaring at her.
He paused in his doorway puzzled as he looked between the two. “Need me precious?” His voice sultry as he entered his chambers. “Had I known you were this eager I would have been here long ago.” He grinned.
Kagome ignored him while pulling her pack on shoulders and walked up to the taller Inu. “It’s about time.”
“For what, may I ask?” He asked looking down at her with a frown.
“Take me home.”
He blinked. “And does Sesshoumaru know of your departure?”
“No.” She answered him simply.
“Then out of the question.” Kagome felt her heart drop.
“What! Why?” She whined. “Aimaru you know that I can’t stay here. I met mommy dearest already and I don’t want to run into her anytime soon. I wanna get the heck outta here.”
The taller demon shook his head regretfully. The long silken hair swished quietly against the silks of his loose black haori. “As much as I like goading him, I will not have the wrath of my cousin on my head, woman.” At that moment something occurred to Kagome. A little late, but at least it finally hit her.
“Wait, Sesshoumaru is your cousin?”
Aimaru nodded. “Unfortunately.”
“And when were you going to mention that?”
Aimaru cocked his head. “And when were you going to mention me to your comrades?”
“Ah…”She started but shook her head. Why should this matter at the moment when she had an escape to make? “Come on Aimaru, help me out…please?” she donned her most doe like expression then tugged pleadingly at his haori.
Aimaru rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “And what will I get for my overly generous efforts?”
“My undying loyalty?” she asked weakly. When the demon gave her a droll stare she rolled her eyes. “Oh come on Maru. Just take me home. That’s all I ask and let’s do it now before your cousin starts looking for me.”
He looked at her for a long time until Kagome poked her bottom lip out. He slumped his shoulders in defeat and sighed. “Fine. Follow me. Jabora you too. ” He ordered as he left the room with them close on his heels. “I have a feeling that when he’s able to, he will tear the palace apart looking for her and I hate to the think of what he’d do should he come across you in his search.” He sighed.
Kagome looked curiously to the feminine demon pacing beside her. He looked sad all of a sudden.
She wondered why.
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Sesshoumaru snarled irritably. His lips drew back over his elongated fangs as he writhed on the mattress counting the minutes the miko stayed away from him. And each second he counted the hotter his blood boiled for her and the heavier his body felt. He ran a hand across his sweaty brow then turned his hand over to see the sweat glistened in his palm. There just seemed to be no end to this lust.
The miko should have been back by now. Surely she wouldn’t be foolish enough to run out on him and risk his ire. But then she always was an unusual slip of a girl who has always managed to surprise him with her brazenness. If he hadn’t been so distracted with trying to palm her lovely mounds he could have scented deceit in her words before he allowed her to leave, but his need to touch her overridden all other rational thoughts. Thoughts of his palace and his duties; a crisis that need addressing, a palace that needed tending, and a traitorous Inu that needed slaying. All very important and urgent matters to tend to but…his miko wasn’t here. And with her not here, his body burned, and with it burning he can’t concentrate on any of his duties as a demon lord.
But of course here comes his mother to help him with the task.
She entered his room regarding him with hard gold eyes.
He could see a slight darkening under her almond shaped eyes hinting that the stress of running the western palace was slowly making her weary. Her head was still held high and proud when she spoke. “Lord Sesshoumaru, my son.”
Sesshoumaru inclined his head slightly as he moved from his bed to his wardrobe. “Mother.”
He stopped and waited for his mother to greet him properly. She nuzzled her face under his chin as anyone in a pack would greet their alpha.
“You seem well my son. Though, I know that is far from the case.” She said cautiously as she stepped back to allow him to dress.
Sesshoumaru looked to his three swords near his bedside and swiftly tied them to his hip. “Your point…” he demanded dryly. He may still suffer symptoms of this fever, but he was tired of everyone doubting his sanity and comprehension as to what was going on around him. This was no different than when he would go through his heat cycle, only this was much more amplified and prolonged.
Inu Kimi stepped closer to her son, her tired eyes serious. “I know you are under the same ailment as our clan males. You have unmated demoness’ to protect, a palace to keep in order, and lands to oversee. How will this look to the minor lords and neighboring cardinal lords? Do you really think they will take you seriously should they discover your condition?”
“I can conceal my ailment, so your worry is unnecessary.”
“And what of the red bleeding into your eyes? Surely you don’t think to address your court with the appearance of a crazed demon.” Sesshoumaru narrowed said eyes in her direction. “Do you wish for me to send for demoness?”
“No.”
“You need a demoness my son.”
“What This Sesshoumaru needs is none of your concern.” He glared at her frigidly.
Inu Kimi’s eyes grew hard and cold. “Tell me it isn’t that human girl you lust for.” Anger suddenly swarmed into her aura, clashing with the heat of his own. He growled low in his throat at her in warning. “Your sudden disappearance and inability to grant the minor lords an audience is damaging enough to the reputation of the Western Palace. Keeping it as a pet will only make us laughable. I absolutely forbid it.”
“You have no say in what This Sesshoumaru does.” He answered calmly.
Inu Kimi raised her head higher. A look that at one time shook him to his very core only irritated him.
“No, I suppose I don’t. How foolish of me to assume that the wellbeing of your people held a higher priority than some lowly human. I clearly overestimated your honor.”
Sesshoumaru didn’t rise to his mother’s baiting. He knew how dire the situation was and what needed to be done. So of course their wellbeing mattered to him. But knowing what was expected of him, and what he wanted to do left him feeling conflicted; as annoying and appalling that feeling was. Where his honor reminded him of his duty, the scalding heat of his body reminded him of his need for the miko.
Where was she?
Anxious, he closed his eyes and stretched out his immense aura throughout his palace in search of the pure aura of his miko. He scowled at how faint it was, meaning that she must be far from him. And heading further…and further away pass the palace doors and nearing the palace gates.
Red glowing eyes snapped open.
She was trying to leave him, and with that bastardly Aimaru of all people. That aura surrounding her as they fled was none other than him.
Sesshoumaru moved to leave his chambers when the voice of his mother stopped him.
“So you will abandon us then. Your people, your home …your mother?” She finished sadly.
He regarded his mother from the corner of his eye for a long moment. Eventually, he broke their gazes and looked to the front of him, still conflicted. She must be desperate to play the part of the helpless mother. Helpless was far from what she was. But still, he will not turn a deaf ear to her plea for his compliance. So he granted it although reluctantly.
“You will brief me on our current situation.” He relented calmly.
He could practically feel the relief pour off her in waves as she to fell into step behind him toward the receiving room. As she spoke, he nodded when appropriate in answer to her questions while mildly distracted by vivid heady thoughts of his time with the miko in his chambers; of her and those sinfully small hands.
His red eyes looked out over the open courtyard toward the east where he knew she was heading. She may think she got away from him, but she should know better. While she called herself escaping him, he was thinking of a way to bring her back here with no way of escaping. And of course, him being the ever plotting and clever demon that he was, Sesshoumaru knew exactly how to do that.
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Kagome sighed dreamily when her feet touched the blessedly hard ground near The Tree of Ages. Just beyond that brush was the well that will take her home. Just a few more meters and she would be home free…
“Now for my payment precious.” Aimaru started.
Or not.
“Payment?! What payment?” She spun on her heel to glare at the tall Inu behind her. “I thought we covered this already?” she snapped.
Aimaru smiled, one that she was sure made plenty of females melt into shapeless goo. But it only irritated her. Only one person could melt her with his dangerous grin and that was…never mind that thought.
“Surely you don’t think I will accept your undying loyalty as a form of payment miko. You would have to be here for me to receive such a payment.” He cocked his head teasingly. “I need something more substantial that could hold me over.”
“You may as well lie on your back and gap those thighs girl. I don’t see him taking anything less than that.” Jabora snorted rudely behind his fan.
Kagome gapped at Jabora then at Aimaru who still smiled charmingly at her. “You’ve lost your mind. I’ve had just about enough of ravenous demons thank you very much.”
A dark brow rose on each of the demon’s head in question and Kagome suddenly wished she was one of the blades of grass crushed beneath her feet. Perhaps she should exercise thinking before she spoke a little more.
“So my brother had his dirty little way with you?” Aimaru asked with an amused glint in his eyes that had Kagome blushing furiously. No, she was not having this conversation, with him of all people.
“Well it’s getting late and I have to get home to my little brother.” She waited for the two demons to stop staring expectantly at her and leave so she could make a mad dash for the well. But of course they had other plans. “You’re free to go now.”
Jabora crossed his arms and cocked his hip sassily while Aimaru simply grinned…harder, if that was possible. “Not until you clarify what you meant by fair share of ‘ravenous demons’ as you have called us.” The amorous demon insisted as he took another step towards her. “Is it my cousin who has given you your first share?”
Persistent. Why was it always the embarrassing things he was so persistent about? It’s as if he lives for the embarrassment of others or something. Kagome scrambled to think of something to distract him. “Uh…what was it that you wish for a payment?” she asked hurriedly.
The look in his eye told her that he knew she was trying to distract him, but she was grateful he dropped the subject anyway. “A kiss.”
Kagome blinked. “What?”
“It’s not a very outrageous demand love, just a simple kiss. That’s all.”
“Aimaru, this really isn’t a time for your silly games. I still have an escape to make and you’re holding me up. I have a brother waiting at home.”
“And I have a homicidal cousin at home.” he argued. “But your loved one isn’t waiting to skin you alive for taking away his favorite toy.”
“But…”
“I don’t think I’m asking for too much since it’s my beautiful body I risk having dismembered by an angry relative.”
Kagome tapped her foot impatiently while looking warily to the horizon expecting ‘you-know-who’ to break it. She wanted to just damn it all to hell and make a break for her well and let them in on her little secret but…the man did risk his ‘beautiful body’ helping her escape.
Growling in frustration, Kagome stomped her way over the smirking demon and stood up on her toes to give him a dry peck on the cheek. There that should do it.
Aimaru stood there silently watching the miko like he had been slighted. “Now I know you can do better than that precious.” He chastised her.
“I’m sure I can too.” She replied snootily and turned to walk away from him. “But that’s all you’re getting from me mister. Now shoo!”
“No fair. How come Sesshoumaru get more bodily privileges? I’m the pretty and the nice one.” The man actually had the nerve to pout. Pouting like she was holding out on him and reserved the best for his cousin…
Kagome suddenly wiped her mind blessedly clean before she confused the hell of herself.
“Aimaru. Shoo!”
“You’ll watch how you speak to us human. I’ll tolerate no more of you ordering my brother around. If anything we should be shooing you away like the vermin you are.” Jabora snapped and took a warning step to the miko.
Kagome lowered her book bag from her shoulder as she sized the demon up. She just about had it with him and his nasty attitude. She tried her best to be pleasant as possible but he insists on insulting her constantly. “You know, I’ve had it up to here with you. Your nastiness is completely uncalled for and if anyone here is rude and mannish it’s you.”
“Mannish?!” Jabora shrieked in outrage. “Me?! How dare you!”
“Oh, I’m sorry. It was wrong of me to label you with anything that implies you have an ounce of masculinity in that confused body of yours.”
“Oh, you little…”Kagome watched the demon get good and frothy at the mouth when Aimaru stepped in between them with his arms raised.
“Ladies please.” He said seriously then grabbed his brother around the back of his kimono before he launched himself at the furious miko.
Kagome was watching the bigger demon restrain his brother by his waist when a thought occurred to her. Snapping her fingers she switched from angry to thoughtful in a second. “Hey, I just remembered something. On my way to your room, I had sensed a dark presence in your palace. Just thought I tell you that.”
The fight suddenly left Jabora and he shared a serious look with his brother. Obviously they knew more about that odd presence more than she did. And it wasn’t good judging by their looks.
“Why didn’t you tell me before we left?” Aimaru asked with an annoyed frown as he pushed his little brother away from him none too gently.
Kagome shrugged and turned away. “I want to ensure my swift and safe trip home. Sesshoumaru is there and somewhat his normal self so I’m sure he could handle it by the time you get home.” She smiled. “Good thing is that he’ll be too busy fishing out that culprit to flay your precious skin off your body.”
Aimaru watched her leave with a wary look in his eye. “I’ve never pegged you as one to be so conniving precious.”
Kagome shrugged as she shouldered her backpack. “I’m a defenseless human girl with untrained miko powers and you’re a powerful demon who can take care of himself. I’d say having a manipulative brain sums us up in the war for survival in life wouldn’t you agree?”
“Indeed.” He said dryly as he watched her walk into the brush.
She paused to look at Aimaru over her shoulder. “But seriously, thank you Aimaru. I know you didn’t have to do that and I appreciate your generosity. If you could, would you send word about Sesshoumaru’s condition later?”
“Maybe.”
That was a good a yes she knew she was getting out of him. “Thanks. See ya round.”
“Hn.” Aimaru turned to leave the clearing after she disappeared into the brush.
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Well that was certainly interesting. The miko, while wanting to escape his cousin’s clingy claws, still wished to know about his health. Then she was so kind as to warn him and his brother of the darkness that lurks within their palace after she had ensured her escape home. Smart girl, that one.
“As much as it galls me to admit this…”Jabora started irritably. “I feel that the vile little creature may prove of some use around the palace. With her being a miko and all, I’m sure she could always sense when that imposter is near making our search for it quicker.”
Yes, she would have proven a useful ally to keep around the palace as an imposter detector of sorts. But he liked the miko too much to let her stay there as a hostage. Not forgetting to mention that she was an untrained miko with a large amount of power stored in that little body. Untrained mikos are notorious for uncontrollable outbreaks when under a lot of stress after all. And Kagome was a very emotional human. A walking lit fuse as he would call her.
“Well you sure did a good job in making her feel welcomed little brother. I’m sure she’s dying to come back for a visit.”
“Don’t get sassy with me brother.”
Chuckling, Aimaru regarded his brother from the corner of his eye. “Sassy? Me? Don’t be ridiculous.”
The smaller demon rolled his eyes and took the skies toward the west.
Aimaru spare one last curious glance to where the miko disappeared off to. Though it was in the direction of that village...her presence disappeared in the middle of her trek there. Between here and that village lies her true path home.
Shrugging, he took to the skies after his brother.
No matter. He smirked. He has a feeling that he will be seeing the miko again very soon.
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