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“How is it that you are here?” the dog demon asked, his eyes narrowed. “It’s been five hundred years since anyone has seen or heard from you. I thought surely you had died.”

“As if!” Inuyasha barked.

“Inuyasha,” Kagome whispered, touching his shoulder. She turned back to the dog demon. “Is there somewhere we can go so we could speak in private?” she implored. “We will explain everything to you, but not here.”

His eyes narrowed even more as Sesshomaru glared at the miko. “You should have died long ago,” he stated. He glanced quickly at Bankotsu before looking at Kagome again. “Both of you.”

She grimaced. “Please, Sesshomaru?” she asked again.

He turned away from them. “We will discuss this in my office. And then I will determine whether or not I should correct the mistake that’s clearly been made here.”

(II)(II)

It did not surprise Kagome how simplistic Sesshomaru’s office was. Deep mahogany furniture with a few potted plants set in strategic spots. Sesshomaru was arrogant, but he wasn’t really narcissistic, or at least not as narcissistic as some men of power. And he had power. That much was blatantly clear.

Kagome sat poised in one of the regal chairs in front of his desk and folded her hands in her lap. Shiori took the seat next to her while Bankotsu and Inuyasha stood behind them. The miko kept her chin up as her eyes followed the daiyoukai as he moved behind the desk and sat in the large chair. He looked as regal as a king in his castle.

“Your office looks amazing,” Kagome said, glancing around. Her eyes fixed on a sword that was mounted on the wall to Sesshomaru’s right. “Is that the Tenseiga?”

“Do not waste my time, miko, with pleasantries,” he softly growled. “You wished to speak to me. I want to know how it is that you and that human are here with my brother when all three of you should have been dead. So, speak.”

She frowned. “I was just trying to be polite,” she argued. “You don’t have to be so rude.”

Sesshomaru said nothing, merely stared at her. Taking a big breath, Kagome sighed. “Right. I forgot that you weren’t one for small talk,” she commented. “There is something that you don’t know about what went on while I was there in the past…”

She looked up at Inuyasha, unsure for a moment of how much to divulge. Biting her bottom lip, she turned back to the daiyoukai, realizing his eyes never left her. “My grandfather owned a shrine,” she told him simply, “here in Tokyo. Within the shrine rests the Bone Eaters Well and the Sacred Tree of Ages, the same one Inuyasha had been sealed to over five hundred years ago. On my fifteenth birthday, I had fallen into the well and was transported to the Feudal Era due to the Sacred Jewel being within my body.” She tore her eyes away from his, looking down at her hands. “Later I learned that I could travel between the two eras at will through the well. It was helpful as I was the one who had caused the Jewel to burst into so many pieces and spread across Feudal Japan. I felt it was my responsibility to collect them and put the Jewel back together, since I was the one who broke it.”

She glanced back up at him. “I was also the one who broke the spell that had kept Inuyasha sealed to that tree for fifty years. For some reason, he was able to pass through the well also and he often did so to retrieve me after I had come back to this time period for a break and to go to school. After Naraku had been defeated, I returned here to care for my son. The well had then sealed itself and I was unable to return to the Feudal Era. Soon after, it had opened up to bring Inuyasha here and sealed itself once more. That was about seven years ago,” she explained. “A couple of days ago we had brought my son to Disneyland to celebrate his seventh birthday when we were reunited with Bankotsu, my son’s father.”

At this confession, Sesshomaru’s eyes snapped up to Bankotsu. “You were a walking corpse when you and your band had been resurrected. How did you manage to produce a child?”

Bankotsu scoffed. “When you figure that out, I’d be delighted to know,” he stated. “My only intention was to make the half-breed suffer. To pay him back for killing my men. Kagome becoming pregnant was just icing on the cake for me. I never expected to become married or even to produce an heir, but it happened.”

“And this second resurrection?”

The mercenary’s eyes narrowed as he replied, “I’m not exactly certain why I was resurrected this time around. I just know that this god named Hachiman had come to my grave and brought me to this time. Told me to seek out my family and have a life with them. I doubt his intentions were strictly noble, but I’ll learn what he wants eventually.”

Sesshomaru’s eyes shifted to his younger brother. “Have you the proper documentations to successfully live among the humans without interference?” he asked.

Inuyasha shrugged. “I get by,” he replied. “I have a job and a GED. Kagome’s mom also helped me to get a driver’s license. I never needed your help and never wanted it.”

“And yet here you are,” the daiyoukai stated, giving his brother a blank look.

The hanyou took a fighting stance. “Hey! I’m not here for your charity. The only reason I came was because Kagome and Shiori asked me to,” he shouted.

“Because you are not happy at the job you have,” Shiori commented softly. “You don’t mind helping people, but working in retail just isn’t what you should be doing.” She turned to Sesshomaru. “He has so much potential, but he wastes it. Surely you know of what I speak. He is the son of the great dog demon and yet he works at a home improvement store stocking merchandise and helping people to their cars. He receives no benefits and his paycheck is a joke. He’s your brother. Surely there is something that you can do to get him into something better.”

“Who are you?” the daiyoukai asked, glaring at the woman.

She held her head up high. “I am Shiori of the bat youkai, the daughter of the late Tsukuyomaru and the late Shizu. My father was the Guardian of the Demon Bat Barrier, a rite that I had inherited upon his death until the barrier was destroyed when I was a child. “

“I remember Tsukuyomaru,” Sesshomaru said. “I had heard he had lost his life in some type of battle. I never knew he had had a child. You are a half-demon, are you not?”

“Hai,” she answered. “My mother was a maiden who lived in the village nearby the clan. When my father was alive he protected the village from the bat clan’s attacks. Shortly after he died, my grandfather agreed to continue the protection if my mother handed me over to him. I was to be the next Guardian, you see? But Grandfather went back on his word and attempted to not just kill my mother, but destroy the village as well. Is was during this time that I had learned, through his own confession, that my grandfather had killed my father.”

Sesshomaru gave a slight nod. “It was the common practice during that time for proud clan leaders to attempt to get rid of anyone who professed love for humans,” he admitted. “In fact, most of the time, if the demon wasn’t slain by his own clan members he was usually exorcised by humans. My own father received such a fate.”

“He would have survived if he hadn’t been fighting that other demon beforehand,” Inuyasha spat as he folded his arms. “And that wasn’t even a clan member.”

Again, Sesshomaru did not argue. “Indeed. Many demons sought after our father to gain power,” he said. “Had I the chance, even I would have fought him.”

“So, you won’t help us?” Shiori asked, trying to stay on her original topic.

For a moment, the daiyoukai said nothing, but simply stared at the bat hanyou. Finally, he said, “In the registration office, they can evaluate Inuyasha and determine the best place for him. If there is any additional training that needs to be done, they will provide for that as well.”

“And what about Bankotsu?” Kagome interrupted. “He can’t go to any human resources place to receive any sort of certification. He hasn’t been alive for five hundred years and humans don’t buy into the idea of resurrection. If we were to take him to such a place, he’ll be sent to a psychiatric ward or worse.”

“This isn’t the place for humans,” Sesshomaru answered. “If your mother helped Inuyasha, then I’m sure she could extend the same curtesy for your lover.”

Kagome’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth to argue and then snapped it shut. “Fine,” she said as she stood up. “Fine. You’re right. My mother helped Inuyasha, she can help Bankotsu as well. And now that we have a family name for him to go by, that will make things easier.” She turned and looked at the mercenary, who was staring at her with a single eyebrow raised. “Let’s go. You and I have much to do and we’re wasting time being here.” Glancing at the hanyous over her shoulder, she added, “We’ll see you both at home.”

At the door, she paused once more and turned to look at the daiyoukai. “Sesshomaru, I do have one final question to ask,” she said softly. “What ended up happening to Rin?”

He was silent for a moment as he stared at her. Then, seeming to come to a conclusion, he responded, “She lived long enough to see her grandchildren. Curious lifespan for a human during that era.”

She smiled. “That makes me happy.”

(III)(III)

She glanced back at Bankotsu as she stepped up to the door. He gazed back at her curiously. “Tell me, my little miko, why did we not come here to begin with? Wouldn’t it have saved us the time we wasted with those demons?”

“I had thought that they could help you get a better job,” she explained. “To be honest, there’s a reason Inuyasha never got a higher paying job than the one he has. Humans don’t really understand the concept of time the same way demons do. Nor do they fully grasp the concept that any person could live beyond the normal lifespan of humans. When we brought him to get him registered to the city, we decided to leave out the fact that he carried any type of demon blood, even if it were only half. That alone would have been enough to get us all committed and my grandfather would have lost the shrine that we all hold so dear.”

It was her turn to lead as they traversed through the front gardens and entered into the house. “Mom? Sota?” Kagome called as she slipped off her shoes. She glanced at Bankotsu and watched as he did the same. “Mom?” she called again, walking towards the kitchen. “Sota?”

Bankotsu glanced around the home, taking in the soft tones and feng shuay feel to the room. As the young man perused the area, his eyes fell upon an older woman standing in the doorway. The woman smiled. “Kagome,” she greeted softly and accepted the miko’s hug. “Are you going to introduce me to this fine young man?”

The young woman turned to look at the mercenary and smiled. “Mom, this is Bankotsu,” she said, “Banryu’s birth father.”

The woman gave her daughter a puzzled look. “I thought Banryu’s father was a human from the Feudal Era?”

Kagome nodded as Bankotsu bowed respectfully. “I was given another chance at life, my lady,” he said as he stood up straight. “To care for my wife and young child and give them the life they both deserve.”

Kagome’s mother frowned slightly. “Another chance? I wasn’t aware such chances were given,” she stated, staring at him.

“Hai,” he agreed. “Hachimann seemed to take a liking to me for whatever reason and brought me back.”

“Hachimann,” the woman echoed, clearly mystified. She closed her eyes and bowed her head. Sighed, she shook her head and said, “You have been blessed with a truly rare and special gift, Bankotsu.” Opening her eyes again, she looked at him, and it was the first time in Kagome’s memory that her mother had ever had such a shrewd look in her eyes. “You do intend to provide my daughter and grandson what this god has told you, right? You’ll marry Kagome properly and give her and Banryu a home and a life?”

Kagome made a face. “That’s where we’re running into a snag,” she admitted. When her mother glanced at her, the miko elaborated, “Bankotsu needs papers, a license, proof that he has an education. Same that Inuyasha did when he first came here. Also, we can’t have an actual ceremony or even draw up a marriage license without those things.”

Her mother glanced at the clock on the wall. “Sota is at school and had told me he intended to go to a friend’s house after to study. I can bring you where you need to go, but I would like it if you stayed for supper,” she suggested with a smile. “We could pick Banryu up once he gets out of school, if you like.”

Kagome’s face lit up with a smile as she nodded. “Thanks, Mom! You’re the best,” she preened as she hugged her mother again.

Mrs. Higurashi stared at Bankotsu again. “Even if I didn’t know you were Banryu’s father, there would be no doubt,” she stated as she approached the mercenary. “You look just like him. Even down to your eyes.” She glanced at her daughter. “The resemblance is uncanny.”

The young miko gazed lovingly at the mercenary, and in turn, Bankotsu flashed a cocky smirk. “I appreciate the compliment, my lady,” he said.

“Well, looking like your son is hardly a compliment,” the older woman mused. “Though, I will admit that Banryu is handsome, so, in that sense, hai. However, there has been rumours about how Banryu came to be. Mostly involving abduction and rape?” She looked to her daughter who had lost her smile.

“Rumours are just that,” Bankotsu commented before Kagome said anything. “While I will admit that Kagome and I had a pretty rough start in our relationship, it did blossom into something far more true. We are loyal to one another and we were so before I had died.”

The miko grimaced. “That’s just it, though,” she explained. “Bankotsu knew he was going to die. See…” She hated the idea of lying to her mother, but she also did not want to divulge the full nature of her and Bankotsu’s relationship. “To be honest, Bankotsu had kidnapped me. There was a plot by the demon that Inuyasha and I had eventually slain, one in which Bankotsu and his men were supposed to kill Inuyasha and me. Naraku had offered Bankotsu and his men eternal life for our heads, but we were much stronger than they had thought. Bankotsu had ended up losing four of his men in the process and blamed Inuyasha for it. Long story short, he and his remaining brethren kidnapped me to taunt Inuyasha and pay him back for the slight they believed he had done. But during my stay in captivity, things began to develop between Bankotsu and myself. We talked a lot and spent a lot of time together. Though he was my captor, I had begun to have feelings for him and I believe he started to feel the same way.”

“You say he knew he was going to die?” her mother inquired, glancing at the mercenary. “How?”

“Because I was already dead,” he answered as his face hardened. “Years before I met Kagome, my men and I were a band of mercenaries called ‘The Band of Seven’. We travelled all through Japan offering our services up to the highest bidder. Some lord in one village grew fearful of us and believed that we had become too powerful. So, he sent us on some bogus mission and when we returned, he had gathered all the lords in the neighbouring kingdoms and they sentenced my men and me to death. We were all beheaded.” He heard the woman gasp. “Nearly thirteen years later, Naraku approached me at my grave, much like Hachimann has done recently, and offered my men and I eternal life in exchange for the deaths of Inuyasha and his little group.” He scoffed and added, “He had used Sacred Jewel Shards to bring us back from the grave and I soon learned that he had been collecting the shards in the hopes of putting the jewel back together. In order for him to complete it, he would need the shards that he had given my brethren and I, so I knew it was only a matter of time before he turned on us to take back the shards. I had already begun concocting a plan to destroy Naraku once the job was done, but then Inuyasha killed my men, so I knew I had to avenge their deaths first. The plan was to kidnap Kagome and then kill her and mount her head on a spike for Inuyasha to find, but I couldn’t.” He looked away from the women for a moment before glancing at Kagome. “You were so beautiful and your beauty has only grown with age.”

His eyes lingered on hers for a moment and then shifted to the older woman. “I have killed more than my fair share of humans and demons alike. In my first life, I was the youngest son of a samurai lord and everything revolved around training. When I left my village to strike out on my own, I didn’t stop training. I didn’t care if they were human or demon, so long as they were strong, I would challenge them to a fight to the death. When I was resurrected the first time, it was more about getting the job done and I had wanted to make sure I was strong enough for when I would have to take on Naraku, especially when I learned that Kagome was pregnant. I wanted to be there to see my son born, to hold him in my arms. I wanted to have a proper wedding to Kagome, maybe even had her monk friend preside over it.”

“And now you’ve been resurrected again,” Mrs. Higurashi stated. She tilted her head slightly. “What do you plan to do this time?”

The corners of his lips lifted a touch in a soft smile. “Well, once I gain these papers that Kagome insists that I have, I wish to make her a proper wife for starters,” he answered. His smile vanished. “I will also gain work doing… well, something. Hopefully it will be enough to buy some land and build a home for my wife and child, maybe add another child or two to the mix.” He threw the miko a smirk. As he became serious once more, he sighed and glanced at the matronly woman. “When the Band of Seven was alive and well, they were my family, my life. I would have done anything for them. In fact, I had done so. Now, Kagome and Banryu are my family and my life. And, I suppose, on that thread, so are you.”

“And Sota,” Kagome added, earning a perplexed look from Bankotsu. She elaborated, “My younger brother.” He nodded his understanding.

He rolled his shoulders back and turned towards the door. “Shall we get going then? We’ve already wasted enough time at that demon hole.”

Kagome and her mother both happily agreed.

(IV)(IV)

It was late in the evening by the time Kagome fell onto their bed. It had ended up being quite an exhausting day. She stretched out across the bed and regarded Bankotsu with lazy eyes. “We still have some more things to do,” she told him as she watched him cross the room and pull his shirt over his head to toss onto a chair. “I have to go to work tomorrow. These past few days were part of a small vacation I had taken so I could bring Banryu to Disneyworld.”

He pivoted on his heel and she sat up, leaning on one arm. “Why are you working?” he asked, folding his arms.

She frowned. “Well, someone has to provide for Banryu. Inuyasha already does far more than he should.”

His eyes narrowed. “Tomorrow I will find work and you will quit yours,” he said. “I won’t have my wife doing manual labour like some peasant.”

“I can’t just quit. I’d have to at least give them a two weeks’ notice, otherwise it would be a strike against my character if I ever decided to get another job,” she explained patiently.

Bankotsu folded his arms. “You won’t have to worry about it,” he reaffirmed, “because you won’t be getting another job. Perhaps you didn’t understand me. You are my wife and I won’t have you working, Ever.”

“Besides,” she interrupted, getting a little irritated, “any job you get you’ll still have to wait at least two weeks before you get a paycheck. We still need the money I make in order for us to survive until you begin earning money and I still have to pay Shippo and Shiori back for the money they loaned us to buy you clothes.”

“Heh,” he scoffed. “I never asked them to buy me clothes.”

“Well, what were you planning to do? You can’t wear the same clothes every day and I don’t get paid until Friday,” she snapped. She sighed as her eyes fell to the bed. “This isn’t the Feudal Era anymore.”

When she felt the bed compress, she glanced up to see Bankotsu sitting on the opposite end of the bed. He looked at her curiously. “You’ve been repeating that all day,” he commented. “I know this isn’t the Feudal Era anymore, so I don’t need to be reminded constantly. Or maybe you’re reminding yourself? You know that I don’t really know anything of this new era aside from the few things you’ve told me, back at the manor and since I’ve been here. You still haven’t told me what became of my companion.”

“Your companion?” she questioned.

He inclined his head slightly. “Yes, my halberd. While I appreciate that you chose to name our son after it, I would still like to know what happened to it. Where is it?”

She shrugged and waved a hand dismissively. “It was destroyed when Inuyasha had hit it with the Backlash Wave. The pieces of it became buried when that mountain was demolished,” she replied, hanging her head again. “I had forgotten for a moment that you used to also call it your companion, however, when Banryu was born, I couldn’t think of a better name.” She glanced at him again. “He really is so much like you, not just in looks, but in everything.”

Bankotsu pulled his feet up onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard. “That doesn’t surprise me,” he stated haughtily. “He is my son, after all. He comes from a long line of warriors who take pride in what we do.”

She frowned. “That reminds me,” she said as she turned towards him. “You never told me your father was a samurai lord.”

He scoffed. “I don’t really talk about him much,” he commented, looking away. “I’ve already told you much about my past, but I do my best to leave that bit out. I never cared for the samurai and I didn’t want to join them.”

“As much as you enjoyed fighting…”

“I refuse to take orders from a samurai,” he growled venomously.

She sighed. “Rest easy, Bankotsu,” she soothed. “There are no more samurai. We do have military, of course, to protect us from other countries and to help govern our people, but they aren’t like the samurai.”

He looked warily at her. “And yet the people at that place recognized my family name,” he pointed out. “You did, too, if I recall.”

She gave him a soft smile. “Of course, but that is only from memory. Carrying a sword is actually illegal in Japan now, though many keep them mounted on their walls as trophies, much like how Sesshomaru had Tensaiga on his wall and how Inuyasha keeps Tetsusaiga. But no one actually uses them,” she explained. “And while the spirit of the samurai is still alive, mostly in our culture and entertainment. There are re-enactments of battles and movies dedicated to the samurai or that feature the samurai.”

“Movies?” he inquired.

Her smile broadened. “I’ll have to see what’s playing right now, but maybe I can take you to a movie tomorrow evening after work. We’ll have a date,” she said with a small giggle. “Maybe even go to a restaurant and get something to eat beforehand.”

He watched her, amazed by the look of wonder her eyes had gotten. “A date,” he stated.

She nodded happily. “Well, we did manage to file for a marriage license, so…” She bit her bottom lip. “When we first met, you had kidnapped me to try to get back at Inuyasha. And then you died. Since you’ve been back… I would like to spend a little time together as a married couple. Maybe even court a bit.”

“Isn’t that what we did at the manor?” he asked. “We were courting. And we spend plenty of time together.”

Her smile faltered as she became crestfallen. “Yeah, but…”

“Besides, I still need to find work and you need to let your job know that you won’t be working there anymore,” he told her. “Don’t think that I’ve forgotten. You’re my wife and now that I’m here, you can go back to being a proper wife, which include cooking, cleaning, and bearing my children. Banryu is a cute kid, but I don’t want him to be our only child.”

“This isn’t…”

“If you say ‘this isn’t the Feudal Era’ one more time…” he snarled as he glared at her. “Not everything has change in 500 years. You’re still my wife and you still have certain duties that you have to perform as such.”

“Yes, but cooking and cleaning aren’t limited to just a wife’s duty anymore,” she insisted.

Being dead for five hundred years did nothing to change Bankotsu’s reflexes. In a flash, he had her pinned down on the bed, a hand on her throat as he glared at her. “It seems I have to remind you of your place, wench,” he growled. “Did you learn nothing during our time in that manor?”

She struggled against him, her hands going to his hand around her neck as he began to squeeze. “Bankotsu,” she gasped, “please, you’re hurting me.”

“You will submit to me,” he warned, ignoring the way she was clawing at him. “Say it!” he hissed.

She grabbed at his hand even more. “Bankotsu,” she whispered desperately.

“Say it,” he snapped forcefully.

“I will,” she gasped, “I su-submit… Please!”

He let go of her throat and grabbed her hands to move them about her head. “Good girl,” he praised with a smirk as he worked on the buttons and zipper of his pants.

Freeing his cock from his pants, he fumbled with her clothes. He growled again as he looked down. “You’ll wear more appropriate clothing,” he ordered. “No more men’s clothing. I need access to you.”

She thrashed again as he fought with her clothing with one hand. “If you let my hands go, I can help you,” she told him.

He glared up at her. “We’ve played this game before,” he said. “Do you really think I’m that dumb to fall for that trick again? Lift your hips.”

She did so, as much as she could with him pinning her down. She didn’t bother to ask him to move a bit as she knew that would only anger him more. After a bit of struggle, he managed to remove her pants, pushed her panties to the side, and entered her.

The moment reminded her of when she had first been kidnapped, those first two months in that manor. There was no love in the way he took her, no love in the look of his eyes. It was sheer dominance and power and she felt fear for the first time in a long time.

“Bankotsu…”

“Shut up!” he snapped. “Listen and listen well, miko,” he growled, accented each word with a thrust of his hips. “You. Are. Mine. You will always submit and always follow my lead. Your children will be my children and you will perform the duties of my wife gratefully. Do you understand?”

She arched her back as he pounded into her. Tears filled her eyes, but she pushed them back. In so many ways, he was right. She was his, whether she wanted to be or not. He was her devilish drug and she was addicted to him. “Bankotsu, please,” she begged as she tried to move herself closer to him.

The moment he moved into a more comfortable position, situating himself between her legs, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She didn’t know when he had released her hands, but it didn’t matter for they were buried in his hair as her mouth met his in a deep, searing kiss.

“I want to hear you scream,” he growled as he grabbed her hips and pushed even deeper and harder into her.

Obeying him was her only option, especially if she wished to reach nirvana and she so desperately did. Throwing her head back into the pillows, she writhed and screamed as he pumped his seed into her. Once he was empty, he panted and collapsed on top of her. Rolling off, he ran a hand through his hair and stared up at the ceiling.

“You are my wife, Kagome,” he repeated. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I never thought I would have a wife.” Rolling onto his side, he propped himself up on his elbow and stared down at her. “I never thought I would get the chance. And children?” He scoffed and looked away. “All I had wanted was to kill. I lived for the taste of the blood of my enemies. I always only fought the strongest of humans and demons alike to increase my own skills and abilities.” He rolled back onto his back. “Never thought I would have an actual family to care for.”

It was her turn to lay sideways and prop herself up on her elbow. “Didn’t you consider the Band of Seven your brothers? And then there was your blood family…”

He glanced at her and huffed. “My blood family… They didn’t like how zealous I was becoming during my training. My father had decided at some point that he wanted to send me away to a monastery. As if monks could somehow purge the demons that supposedly were in me. And my older brother had decided to give me guard duty after my father died. He wanted to use me to make our kingdom stronger, but he also knew how much I hated him and my father.”

She frowned. “But you had no demonic energy when I met you,” she commented. “Miroku would have sensed it if you had.” She thought about this for a moment and her eyes widened. “You had told me that your father didn’t care much for you. It was an excuse, wasn’t it? An excuse to send you away?”

He closed his eyes. He smiled after a moment, but didn’t open his eyes. “Shimazu Kagome,” he purred softly. His eyes fluttered open and he looked up at her. “You are Shimazu Kagome now, wife of Shimazu Bankotsu.”

She returned his smile and nodded. “I’ll have to go and have my name legally changed on my license and I will need to inform the school of Banryu’s true name and get his birth records corrected,” she commented. “He’s been going by my maiden family’s name, Higurashi. That’s not really appropriate anymore.” She looked at him curiously. “There isn’t a chance you’ll change your given name back to…” His glare made her snap her mouth shut. She gave a nervous laugh and waved her hand. “Just kidding,” as her giggle faded, she sighed. “What was your given name, by chance?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he told her and she didn’t bother to argue.

Kagome had learned long ago to pick and choose her battles. She didn’t know the entire story between Bankotsu and the family he was born into, but the pieces were beginning to fall together. She would have to learn more. As a samurai lord, his father seemed to be very proficient and well known. At least, he had to be if he was in such a high position. It would need more investigation.
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