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She Who the Prophecy Foretold	By : SunsetMiko Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 29224 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter 60 – A Miko’s Wish

Kagome’s sleep was restless, filled with odd dreams. Multiple times, she dreamt of walking down the stairs, going outside, and crossing the shrine to the well house. When she walked inside, there was the strangest light shining from under the floorboards. Every time she went closer, though, she suddenly found herself elsewhere, in a completely unrelated dream. She went from well house to school; well house to the kitchen having breakfast; well house to Kaede's hut; well house to the shrine gift shop; the pattern repeated itself countless times. At some point during the evening, her shifting had disturbed the sleeping demon lord, who rolled to his back, allowing her the space to toss and turn, which she did for the remainder of the night.
When she opened her eyes, she felt odd. It was almost as if she was in another dream. Maybe she was. Oh well, if she was dreaming then she knew what she was supposed to do next. She crawled out of the bed without waking the sleeping inu beside her, slipped into the jammies she would have worn had she not slept naked instead, and crept down the stairs, careful to miss the squeaky one.
Not bothering with shoes, since she hadn’t any other time, she walked out the kitchen door, closing it behind her silently. She padded across the shrine courtyard, noticing for the first time that her feet were cold on the cement. They hadn’t been in the other dreams, but she brushed it off as unimportant. She glanced at the sky, seeing the oranges and reds that signaled dawn’s approach. It would be light soon, but it was still too early to be out of bed. She shrugged her shoulders at the silly thought. She wasn’t out of bed then any more than she had been the other dozen or so times she walked this path during the night.
She reached the well house and slid the doors open as quietly as possible, though the scraping sound of the wood was unavoidable. She didn’t know why she was bothering to be quiet; it wasn’t as if she could disturb anyone from her dream. She entered cautiously, her eyes instantly drawn to the bright green glow pouring out of the cracks between the old floorboards.
She moved closer, fully expecting to blink and find herself up a tree or some other equally odd and annoying dream location, but found that she was getting closer than she had before. She actually made it all the way to where the glow emanated from. She looked closely and saw that one of the boards had gaps all the way around and was much shorter then the other floorboards. She brushed her fingers along the edge and found that one of the sides sat slightly higher than the rest. It was just enough for her to catch with her nails and lift the small board. The four-inch by eight-inch piece of wood came up easily, and she had to shield her eyes as the glow intensified, shining brightly now that it was no longer hindered. It appeared to be a hidden compartment, as it was closed in on all sides, and had a bottom, as well, where any of the others would have allowed her to see the dirt below the slightly raised floor.
Her heart clenched in her chest as she saw the contents of the secret compartment, a box she recognized, but it couldn’t be the same one. The last time she saw it; it was five hundred years in the past and nowhere near the well. Almost as if in a trance, she reached down and picked up the small redwood box, the source of the light. Bright green shined out from the seam where the lid and the bottom met, the color reminding her of the glow of Sesshoumaru’s whip and poison.
She sat back on her heels, entirely confused. She hadn’t ended up anywhere else. She hadn’t woken up. She was still in the well house, holding a very real feeling box. She sat there for a while, just staring at the odd glow that was so similar to the bright red light that had shined out of the box just like this one in the past. It had held the crystal heart that allowed her to give her gift to Inuyasha, her greatest wish for him, to be happy as he was and be able to protect himself and those he cared about. Did that mean…?
~ SWtPF~
Sesshoumaru woke slowly, still surrounded by her scent. He rolled to the side, where her soft, warm body should have been, but all he found was cold sheets. His eyes shot open and, in an instant, he was up, looking around the room. He sniffed and realized that her scent was weak in the air, telling him that she left the room a while ago. He hadn’t noticed, because her bed and his body were both covered in the residual scent of her. He couldn’t decide what to do. She could be perfectly fine, maybe in the bathroom or the kitchen, and he was overreacting. Then thoughts of the previous night rushed into his already troubled mind. She had made him promise not to leave her, but she disappeared on him while he slept! What did it mean? Had she changed her mind and decided he wasn’t worth the trouble?
As much as the thought hurt, he couldn’t bring himself to believe it. She had shown nothing but love and honesty the night before. Deciding he had to find her, see her, hold her tightly right now, he looked around for something to put on. He couldn’t close the pants he had worn the day before, and he had no idea where she had hidden his usual clothing. Grudgingly, he dug around in the bags until he found the ‘pajama’ pants she had shown him and dubbed ‘cute’. He quickly removed the boxers, deciding that since they had the same type of waistband, he didn’t need both layers, before pulling on the sleeping pants and heading out the door. He didn’t bother with a shirt. He didn’t have time for that.
He followed her scent trail down the stairs and to the kitchen door. He opened it, careful not to make enough noise to wake the sleeping humans inside the house, before continuing on to the well house, his nose wrinkling in disgust at the powerfully unpleasant scents in the air. Why would she be in the well house? Did she go back to his time without him? No, he decided that couldn’t be it, because the connection was still intact. He walked rather quickly towards the sad looking structure, not wanting to appear worried, but wanting to get there fast.
When he reached the door, he knew she was in there, as her scent was strong in the air. There was an odd light coming from the other side of the well, and he walked around slowly. He froze in place when he saw her. She was holding that box again, but it was different, glowing green this time. She looked up before lifting her hands toward him, as if offering him the item she held. He extended a finger and just barely touched the box, watching as the lid lifted on its own. They both stared in shock as they laid eyes on the contents of the box. It was another faceted crystal heart, but this one was bright green, like his aura and his youki.
He watched, as if frozen in place, as she held the box in one hand and reached in with the other. Once again, the instant she touched it, the crystal stopped glowing. She picked it up, dropping the box carelessly. “I think it’s… for you,” she said softly, now standing before him. She held it out and he touched it, both watching as it cracked and broke in two. There was a whirl of wind that came out of nowhere, surrounding them like a funnel cloud, and Sesshoumaru instantly pulled her to his chest in an attempt to shield her from whatever was happening. She held the pieces of the stone tightly in her hand, waiting for whatever was coming to happen.
~ SWtPF~
As the sun rose over the horizon, Inuyasha let out a frustrated sigh. Even with her scent covering the bedding and the warm little bodies surrounding him, he couldn’t sleep without her. Just a few nights with her in his arms and he knew it would never be the same. He didn’t think he would be able to sleep alone, high in the branches of a tree, ever again, not now that he had experienced the warmth and peace found only in her presence. It was going to be a long week.
Extending his senses, he checked the area for any hint of danger but found none, so long as he didn’t count the wolf’s group camping not too far away. They were too close, in his opinion. The other side of the world would be too close for Inuyasha when it came to Kouga and Kagome. The obstinate demon was in for a rude awakening when Sesshoumaru and Kagome returned from her time. The hanyou was beyond convinced that they would be mates, his brother and his miko. If Sesshoumaru wasn’t so intent on a proper courting, which he personally thought was overrated; they would have been mated within the week.
They would train before breakfast; he had decided during the night, when he had an abundant amount of time to think. After breakfast, he would try to keep them entertained until Kaede showed up for miko lessons. He wasn't sure how, yet, but he would figure it out soon enough... he hoped.
Hitoshi was lying perfectly still, keeping his breathing slow and even in an attempt to keep Uncle Inuyasha from realizing he was awake. He needed a bit of time to think without disruption, which was hard to do with seven brothers and one sister. Those wolves had really upset him, especially the one with the big mouth. How dare that conceited demon think that Kagome was his woman? How dare he insinuate that she wasn’t safe with her pack, that she needed their protection?
Hitoshi certainly hadn’t forgotten the things the wolf prince had said the last time he was near. To insult his mama’s honor like that, to say such… such… disgusting things about her was unacceptable. He had never before been so angry at another being; never had he felt such a great need for revenge. He smirked mentally as he made his plans.
They would soon wish that they had turned around and gone home the way Inuyasha said they should. Between his sneaky mind, Akihiro’s intelligence, and Shippo’s fox magic; they had all the tools necessary to make the lives of the wolves hell until they either left or Mama and Father came back and ran them off. Akihiro wasn’t usually the type for this kind of activity, but when it came to defending his mama, the rules went out the window. The wolf would eat his words.
Shinji was also awake, but he was aware that his brother was, as well. He knew Hitoshi. He knew what the little troublemaker was thinking and, usually, he or Yoshi would have put a stop to it before it even started; this time… he decided last night that he would assist them in their plans. It actually sounded sort of fun. At the very least it would be a distraction, a way to pass the time until Mama came back. He let his mind wander for a while, imagining all the things they could do to the wolves, especially with Shippo on their side. Yes, this was promising to be very entertaining.
~ SWtPF~
Suddenly, the sound of the wind was gone and the air was motionless around them, but they could still see the swirling wind of the funnel that they were in the center of. There was absolutely no sound for a few moments before a voice was heard.
“What good am I to her? She deserves a whole man, one who does not suffer from such weakness. She should be held by two loving arms, and protected by two strong hands. I should let her go, to find a better, stronger man who would not fail her. She should not stay with me because she feels she must. Such a perfect angel should not be chained to such an imperfect demon.” The words were in Sesshoumaru’s voice, though he had never spoken them aloud, and Kagome looked up at him with tears shining in her eyes once more.
Before either could open their mouth to speak, another voice broke the strange silence.
“This is how I know you, how I love you, and I wouldn’t change you for the world. If … If I could… I would give it back to you; not because I want it… but because it hurts you so much not to have it.” There was a short pause before Kagome’s voice continued. “I wish there was some way to make him believe me. He’s never going to let himself move past it. He will always feel like half a man, always blame himself for some imagined weakness or failure. I wish I could give it back to him. It would make him happy; let him really be truly happy without it dragging him down, without questioning himself. That’s all I want. I just want him to be happy with himself, comfortable in his own skin again. I wish…”
He looked down at her in surprise. He remembered the first part, but she had never said the last aloud in his presence. Each looked like they wanted to question the other, but they didn’t have a chance before a third voice spoke.
“You wish to give her up; to leave in hopes of her finding true happiness with another, better, more complete man; at the cost of your own heart and happiness. You find yourself undeserving because of your imperfection and your inability to hold the one you love in the circle of your arms.”
There was a short pause before the voice continued.
“And you wish not for him to change for you, but only so that he may find true happiness by being able to once again see himself as whole. You love and accept him as he is, flawed and yet perfect in your eyes. Your greatest wish for him is a selfless wish, the desire for him to end his pain and insecurities. You understand him well, Kagome. He would never be completely convinced that he was good enough for you, never be truly happy so long as he carried the evidence of his own loss and failure. Bestow your gift upon your Sakimitama and make him whole once more.”
Kagome moved the larger piece of the green crystal to her right hand, while the smaller piece rested in the palm of her left. They both watched in awe as the quarter of the red crystal that had previously disappeared into her palm reappeared. It then merged with the green quarter, forming the top half of a heart, red on the left and green on the right, before the now connected pieces disappeared into her palm once more. She gently held the larger green piece over his heart, watching as it sunk into his chest and disappeared from sight.
Kagome nearly screamed when Sesshoumaru’s eyes widened, and he dropped to his knees, clutching the remaining part of his upper left arm with his right hand in an attempt to stop the pain. She fell to her knees in front of him and pulled him tightly to her body, feeling him go slack in her arms. She carefully lowered him the rest of the way to the floor, lovingly brushing his bangs out of his eyes and finding him blessedly unconscious.
The young miko watched over her demon Lord as his arm was returned to him. She looked on as the bone of his upper arm grew past the point of amputation, ripping through the skin and scar tissue that had healed over the open wound at the end of what little arm he was left with. It was amazing to watch the bone lengthen and form. The muscles and tendons, arteries and veins appeared to snake out from where the cut had originally been made, wrapping and layering together. As the tendons reached his elbow, the two bones of the forearm started to form, the twisting veins and arteries intertwined with the growing flesh continuing down to his wrist. His upper arm was already complete with new, flawless skin covering the newly replaced length of his arm. The skin stretched and grew lower as the smaller bones of his hands and fingers appeared, one by one, held together by the slithering tendons. She watched in amazement as the skin extended past his wrist, his markings appearing to rise from deep beneath his new, pale skin to settle on the surface. His fingers were finished, deadly claws growing one by one until he was whole for the first time in nearly two years.
She smiled down at him, seeing how both arms were exactly the same. The markings were perfect, the muscles the same size, his claws the same length. It was as if his arm had never been gone. He would be so happy when he woke up. Kagome leaned down and kissed his lips softly, surprised when he responded. She opened her eyes to see his bright golden orbs watching her, and she felt both of his arms slip around her waist.
~ SWtPF~
Kagura was sitting in the corner of a small room in the castle Naraku called home, watching with a clear look of distaste on her face, hatred shining in her bright red eyes. She had been ordered to assist the witch in whatever way was required, and already she had gone to fetch ingredients from strange and difficult locations. She spent the whole night, after delivering the witch, out on errands and was absolutely tired of it.
If Naraku wanted the fake shards so badly, then he should be the one flying all over the Kamis’ creation to fetch rare herbs, ancient tree sap, moss from deep within the caves in the Eastern Mountains and other equally inane and annoying items. She didn’t want to have anything to do with this. The panthers would likely blame her for their betrayal at Naraku’s hands, and they would have every right to, except that she did not act of her own free will.
She had decided that she would find a way to warn them before the meeting that night not to use the jewel shards, especially the youngest girl. The more she thought about it, the more disgusted she became with herself for willingly sacrificing another just to save her own hide. Maybe she was as bad as he? No, not as bad, but definitely not good. No woman would lead another into what Naraku was planning, demon or human, unless she was just as dark and twisted as the demented hanyou she was forced to serve. She forcibly held back a shudder at the thought of what the young demoness would go through if she didn’t do something to stop it. She had to figure out something soon.
~ SWtPF~
Hiromi knew exactly what had happened in the little building on the edge of the shrine courtyard. She had known it was coming all night, as she felt the hidden power calling out to her daughter to come and find it. Finally, the beckoning stopped, and she felt the flare of magic as the change was initiated. She always knew her daughter would know how to activate the item hidden there all this time, especially after she heard of Inuyasha’s change. Soon her son-in-law to be would be whole, physically and mentally.
She wondered when he planned on asking. She knew, for a fact, that he intended to ask her and her father for permission to court Kagome, since Kagome’s father was not available at the moment, and she was curious how he would approach the topic. Of course, she would say yes. Her father might make a big deal and yell like an old fool for a few minutes, but then he would say yes, as well. He acted as he did more out of habit than anything else, as he had long ago accepted Inuyasha and had known that this was coming for a while now.
Their Kagome wouldn’t be quite their Kagome for much longer. However, the change would make her stronger; give her the tools and the power she would need to defeat the evil that pursued the jewel once and for all. The jewel would return to its rightful place in the miko’s body, where it would cease to exist as a separate entity. It would mix and merge with her daughter’s body and soul. The power would remain, but the jewel would not.
Hiromi got up out of bed, not really having slept at all, and made her way down to the kitchen to start breakfast. Yes, it was early, but she knew two people who were going to be too busy celebrating to go back to sleep. She didn’t know what the demon lord would prefer to eat. Perhaps, she should ask him or send him with Kagome to the supermarket to get whatever he wished.
She grinned at the thought, the great demon, Lord Sesshoumaru, walking around the grocery store, pushing a cart like a little old lady while Kagome pointed out and identified things. It would be a shame to miss it, but the two needed as much time alone as they could get while they were there, because once they returned to the past, it would be much harder to find the privacy that a courting couple would desire. She laughed lightly at the thought. Yes, it would definitely be difficult with nine children attached to Kagome at the hip.
She wondered just how the traveling would go now that so many had joined their pack. Would Kagome still ride on Inuyasha’s back at times or would Sesshoumaru commandeer the privilege? Or would she ride that beautiful inu Sesshoumaru had given her for protection? She had a feeling Kagome’s arms would be getting a great deal stronger over the next few months, as tired children wished to be carried, as she lifted them in the air and spun around, making them laugh, or as a scraped knee or a cut foot required Mama’s love and assistance. Ah, the joys of being a mother, times nine. It would definitely be interesting and difficult, as well, but she knew her Kagome was strong enough to take whatever the world threw at her, and she grew stronger every day.
The older woman let out a wistful sigh. Her little girl was all grown up, much earlier than she ever expected when she first held the beautiful little infant in her arms. She found it easy not to be jealous of other mothers, though. While they got to spend more time with their daughters, got to keep them children much longer, and got to watch the progression from child to young lady to grown woman, her daughter would change the world for the better. Her daughter was making a difference in a way that no one else could even possibly come close to.
She couldn’t help but be filled with pride, even if no one would ever know the truth. Sure, she probably wouldn’t get to plan a dream wedding with Kagome or watch her walk down the aisle. It was very unlikely that she would ever be able to show off her grandchildren, both present and future, without either strong magic or very interesting and impossible to answer questions. There would be no bragging about how wonderfully she was doing in college, or what an impressive job or promotion she had gotten, but the fate of the world, the very existence of a whole species, depended on her little girl, and Kagome wouldn’t let the world down. Saving the world definitely ranked higher than grades and promotions.
Glancing out the window towards the well house, she knew that it was done. He was whole once more and happier than he had been for centuries. She couldn’t help but smile. Things would be hard, but in the end, they would turn out right, and Kagome would be happy. This man, no, this taiyoukai held the matching half to Kagome’s soul. You could tell just by the way their auras twined together, while the couple remained oblivious.
With as different as they were, day and night, light and dark, miko and demon; they were meant for each other, complimented each other perfectly. Her playfulness complimented his serious attitude, her bubbly personality to his stoic one, and her compassion to his sheer destructive power. When the two were together there was balance, total synchronicity.
Hiromi quickly pushed her thoughts from her mind. She needed to focus if she was going to have something ready for them when they came in. They would be exiting the well house any minute now, and she had done nothing but gaze around the kitchen, lost in her thoughts, completely defeating the purpose of bothering to get out of bed at all.
~ SWtPF~
The darkness clouding his mind slowly receded and, just as he was about to open his eyes, he felt her soft lips on his. He immediately responded and sensed her surprise. He opened his eyes and gazed into hers, before slipping his arms around her body. It took him a moment to realize that he could feel her with two hands. His eyes widened in surprise and Kagome broke their kiss to laugh.
“Did you forget? How does it feel?”
He released her to look at his arms, noting the matching stripes with approval. It was as if his own arm had returned to him, the perfect match. In a second, he had her under him on the dusty old wood floor. “I do not know. This Sesshoumaru must test it to be sure.” Kagome rolled her eyes and laughed for a moment before being silenced by his lips.
He supported his weight on his right elbow, his right hand buried in her hair, while his new left hand began the process of becoming acquainted with the only body it would ever touch in such a fashion. He caressed her cheek gently, before sliding his hand over her shoulder and down her side to the dip of her waist. He slipped it under the bottom of her shirt and across her soft bare skin, incredibly pleased to discover that she hadn’t bothered with a bra when dressing. He softly cupped her right breast, before sliding his thumb over the steadily hardening nipple. It wasn’t quite right, though.
He rolled them again before sitting up with her in his lap and leaned against the far side of the well, effectively hiding them if anyone happened to peek through the open door, before giving her a heated look. She merely smiled back and lifted her arms over her head, allowing him to pull her shirt off and drop it at his side.
As soon as the beautiful, milky white, pink tipped mounds came into full view, he was holding them both, one in each hand, as if comparing their weight. His thumbs grazed both nipples simultaneously, pulling a groan from her as her head fell limply to the side and her back arched, pushing her breasts more firmly into his hands.
“Much better. So perfect,” he murmured while leaning down to catch a pebbled peak between his lips, teasing it with his tongue as his hands traced her sides. “This is so much better.”
“I’m glad you’re happy, Sesshoumaru. You deserve to be happy.”
“This Sesshoumaru will be much happier once I get you back up to your room,” he said in a deep, husky tone full of promise.
“I’m sure you will, but it will have to wait. Mama is probably already up and making breakfast, and Gramps will be down soon, too. She always seems to know when I wake up. It must be a mom thing. My friends are coming over in the afternoon, and there were some things I wanted to do this morning.” The look on his face was the closest thing to a pout she figured she would ever see. “We have all the time in the world for you to put your hands to good use, but certain things I can only buy here, in my time, and we’re only here for so long. I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”
He smirked at her. “This Sesshoumaru will hold you to that promise.”
“I would expect no less,” she said with a grin, which shifted into a moan as he decided he needed a few more minutes with her breasts before they could be hidden away from him. One arm wrapped around her lower back, while his free hand entertained the nipple not currently being tormented by his tongue. He loved the way she squirmed for him. She was so easy, so responsive, so beautiful, and so deliciously addictive.
Kagome allowed him… and her… his fun for a few minutes before deciding that if he kept going, she would be naked for him in moments, just begging for a replay of the previous night. Not that he wouldn’t have been happy to comply, but she really didn’t need Gramps coming to check why the well house doors were open, or some other equally embarrassing intruder. She lovingly pulled his face up from her chest to kiss his lips softly. “We need to go inside. They’ll still be there later, I promise.”
He smirked at her before giving one last tweak to the peak he held between his fingers. “This Sesshoumaru will release you after you tell me your plans for the morning.”
“Fine, but let me put my shirt on. If I don’t, you won’t be able to focus, and I really don’t want someone to walk in and get a free show.”
He scowled at the idea of another seeing her beautiful body. Only he would have such a privilege. Every inch of her delicate form belonged only to him. Deciding she was right, and that he would probably be forced to kill the fool if someone were to accidentally see her as she was now, he handed her the discarded top, watching as she shook the dust from it before pulling it over her head.
Once the distracting beauties were hidden from his sight, he found he could once more focus on her eyes, finding humor in them. Apparently, she thought his fascination with her breasts was entertaining. “Is something amusing, Kagome?” he asked in a teasing tone.
“I just find it interesting that the gap between species isn’t as big as either side would imagine. At least not when it comes to certain things.”
He frowned. What did she mean?
Seeing his lips twitch downward, she laughed. “I’m just saying that men are men, whether human or demon. The obsession with breasts is the same.
“All right, I want to do some shopping this morning. There are a few things I need to restock, like ramen, for instance. I also have some things I want to pick up for the kids. Plus, it’ll give you a chance to see more than the inside of the house. Now, come on. I’m hungry. I didn’t get to eat very much dinner last night, you know.”
“This Sesshoumaru did not instigate last night’s events. I merely finished them.”
“It’s not my fault you looked good enough to eat,” she said without thinking. At his very amused expression, she realized what she said, instantly flushing a brilliant red that spread under the collar of her shirt, leaving the demon Lord to wonder if those soft, pale gifts sent directly from the Kamis to him were flushed as well. “Don’t even think about saying anything,” she said with a low growl rumbling in her throat.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, my sweet little miko.” ‘But I will think that this Sesshoumaru would not be opposed to such a thing. Besides, my delicious Kagome, I wholeheartedly agree with the sentiment. You not only look good enough to eat, but are, in fact, delicious,’ he said in her mind with a smirk gracing his lips. She smacked his shoulder, before trying to stand and, this time, he allowed her to escape his grasp, though he instantly regretted it when the feeling of her warmth pressed against him left with her.
“You’re too much sometimes,” she said with a laugh.
“Ah, but there I must disagree. This Sesshoumaru would like to believe he is exactly the right amount. Anything more would be a waste, though only time will tell, now won’t it, my love?” The last part of his statement was accompanied with the lift of a silver brow as he made his insinuation and caused her to blush again. She really was just too easy sometimes, and so fun to play with, as well.
He rose beside her and bent to pick up the earlier discarded box and replace the removed floorboard. He handed her the box, before wrapping an arm around her waist and guiding her out of the small structure, turning to close the door without having to let go of her, which was something that made him extremely pleased. He had two arms now, and he intended to make good use of them every single day. He was well aware of how difficult it was to be without one, as well as just how blessed he was to have it returned, not because she didn’t want him without it, but because she wanted only for him to be happy. He couldn’t have found a better woman if he had her custom made to his exact specifications. There was not a single thing he would change about her. She was absolute perfection, just as she was.
Kagome noticed the distracted look in her demon Lord’s eyes as he walked alongside her and wondered just what he was thinking about. As they reached the kitchen door, she shrugged her shoulders, before opening it. Now, it was her leading him, as she guided his distracted form inside before looking up to see the odd half-smile that graced his beautiful face.
She reached her free hand up, gently tracing the lines on his cheek, her touch drawing his attention. It was then that he realized they were already in the house. Since when did he get so engrossed in his own thoughts that he lost all knowledge of his surroundings? He would have to make sure it didn’t happen again. Here, it wasn’t as troublesome, but in his time, danger lurked in every shadow, and he refused to allow anything to happen to her because he wasn’t paying attention.
He looked down into her eyes, and they both stood, locked in their shared gaze, their eyes saying more than any words could. If he wasn’t paying attention, she was. They were a team. He wasn’t alone anymore, and he wasn’t the only one he could rely on. Now, he had her, his earthbound angel, to guide his steps and watch his back while he did the same for her. He had never experienced such a feeling before, of having such absolute trust in another. He felt another heavy weight lift from his shoulders.
Even as a human, she was not a weakness. She was the very source of, and reason for, his strength and determination. As the most powerful miko he had ever known, she could hold her own. Kagome could defend herself and their children, and even him, if she found it necessary. Their children… It sounded so… It was something he had never expected to be able to say, our children. He wondered what the children they made together would look like.
A soft chuckle drew him from his thoughts, causing both he and Kagome to turn to look at the source. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. You two just looked so… You know, Kagome, your father used to look at me like that, just the way your taiyoukai looks at you. I made breakfast, but I don’t know what you like, Sesshoumaru. All Inuyasha ever wants is ramen, but I can’t imagine you would be the same.”
“This Sesshoumaru is fine, though I appreciate the thought. I do not need to eat while here.”
“No! No, you’re going to eat. We’re just going to have to go to the store and find something you like,” Kagome nearly demanded. ‘I can’t have you going weak on me, now, can I? A demon cannot live on miko alone.’
She laughed as his eyes widened at her boldness. When she got more secure in their physical relationship, she was going to give him a run for his money, he was certain. He knew that she would be able to make him weak, just as easily as he could her, and he would love every second of it. His Kagome would be a never-ending adventure, no matter how long they lived. Even if they lived straight into eternity, he knew she would still find ways to surprise him.
‘What’s wrong with my big bad demon, huh? Hungry again, already?’ He was about two seconds from throwing her over his shoulder and taking the flight of stairs in one running leap, but she ruined his plans when she sat at the kitchen table with a plate of more odd-looking food in front of her. “Sit down, Sesshoumaru. You can at least give it a try ‘til we can get something you like.”
“Hn,” was all he said aloud before sitting at her side. ‘You already have what this Sesshoumaru likes. If you keep teasing, I will be forced to physically remove you from this table and take you to your room, whether you like it or not.’
“Oh, really?” she asked with a raised brow, looking very much like she was posing a challenge, one he would be happy to take her up on. “Here, try this,” she said while lifting an odd, unidentifiable piece of food dripping a sticky sweet substance that he watched her pour on several large circular… things that were stacked on her plate. There was a larger stack sitting in the middle of the table.
Sure, it smelled good, but his mind was elsewhere. When he opened his mouth to protest, she took advantage by popping the waiting morsel in. He glared at her for a second before chewing and finding it was actually fairly good, especially the sticky liquid that filled an oddly shaped bottle on the table. She knew he liked it just by the look on his face.
“It’s called a pancake. And that,” she said, pointing to the bottle, “is maple syrup. Mom makes the best pancakes ever. Now, do you want a plate of your own?” She held back the smug response that was begging to sneak out when he merely nodded.
He watched as she piled three of the strange flat cakes on a dish, squeezed syrup over the stack, and set the plate down in front of him. It was then that he noticed the strange utensils. In place of the normal chopsticks was an oddly shaped tined piece of metal. “It’s a fork,” she informed. “Just watch.” He did, watching closely as she used the side of the ‘fork’ to cut the pancakes, before stabbing a piece and bringing it to her mouth. “See? Easy.”
Hiromi smiled as she busied herself cleaning up the mess left behind from making pancakes from scratch. It was so cute how she tricked him into trying it and it was even cuter when he had to admit he liked it so she would give him some. Her petite teenage daughter had this tall, muscular, centuries old inu wrapped around her little finger. There was no doubt in Hiromi’s mind that Kagome would want for nothing with this demon so devoted to her happiness. She wondered if he even realized just how obvious it was that Kagome would always win if what she wanted held even the smallest hint of making her smile. The great and ruthless demon Lord was quickly being domesticated by a little miko from the future.
Gramps came down just a few minutes later and was surprised to find a half-dressed taiyoukai sitting at the kitchen table, eating pancakes with a fork, as if he had been doing it his whole life. ‘At least he isn’t slow,’ he thought to himself before laughing aloud, drawing the attention of the others in the room. He just shook his head and took a seat opposite their current houseguest. “So, this is the great Lord Sesshoumaru?”
Kagome looked up from her food, surprised. “Oh, I’m sorry Gramps! I forgot I didn’t get to introduce you to him yesterday. Grandpa, this is Lord Sesshoumaru, taiyoukai and Lord of the Western Lands, Inuyasha’s older half-brother.”
“And her boyfriend!” Souta added as he sauntered into the room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Souta!”
“What? Didn’t you officially declare him your boyfriend yesterday, since you couldn’t tell your friends that he’s your fiancé?”
The growl that rumbled through the room caused everyone to look at Sesshoumaru, except for Kagome, who was glaring at Souta, and Sesshoumaru himself, who was watching Kagome, momentarily concerned that she might fly over the table and strangle the boy.
“Souta, why can’t you ever keep your mouth shut? Fuck! Could I at least introduce him before you announce everything? Besides, he’s not really my fiancé.” Her mother and grandfather looked at her in shock at the word they had never heard from Kagome’s lips. Maybe she was spending too much time with the foul-mouthed Inuyasha.
“But didn’t he say that you’re his…” Souta’s words were cut off by an even more vicious sounding growl.
“Little boy, I suggest you shut your mouth or start running,” Kagome nearly snarled.
Souta’s eyes widened as he realized that it was his sister doing the growling and immediately raised his hands in a sign of surrender. He watched her closely, her body tense and her bangs hiding her eyes from view. Sesshoumaru merely reached over and placed his hand on her lower back, causing her muscles to relax.
“Souta, can I please speak with you in the living room?” Kagome asked in an overly sweet voice. He didn’t want to go. He didn’t know what she was going to do, and that last snarl had nearly made him wet his pants. Seeing his hesitation, Kagome continued. “I won’t hurt you. There is just something I need to explain to you for a moment.” She stood and left the kitchen, and Souta looked from face to face, his eyes begging for an excuse not to go.
Sesshoumaru took pity on the boy. “It will be fine. She is no longer angry.”
“But how can you be so su…”
“This Sesshoumaru is privy to her every emotion. She is not angry, I promise you.” Souta didn’t look convinced, but he went anyway, moving as slowly as he could in an attempt to delay the inevitable. Of course, Sesshoumaru didn’t think about it until it was already done. He had just been left alone with the two people he needed to speak with, before he was ready or had any idea what to say. He was rescued when the old man laughed aloud.
“Souta’s just never going to learn not to push her, is he? Never been a patient girl. I assume the growling has something to do with the amount of your youki she holds?” He took in Sesshoumaru’s surprised look. “While this old man cannot wield holy powers, I am not blind. She nearly overflows with it, making it impossible to miss.” Sesshoumaru turned and looked at Kagome’s mother, who only nodded her agreement. “She holds a great deal more than she did the last time she came home.”
It was then that Sesshoumaru realized that when she was poisoned, in his attempt to save her life, he had given her more of his youki and had never thought to extract it. He was surprised that she managed to hold on to it; not to mention that her miko energies, for some reason, didn’t see it as a threat and try to remove it from her body.
“A bit of your blood, as well, if I’m not mistaken,” Hiromi added. “It’s nothing to worry about. She is meant to hold your energy, just as you will come to hold hers. It will not harm her, though it is getting things moving along a bit earlier than I had expected.” At his furrowed brow, she backtracked. “I mean, it seems to be allowing her to pick up some of your traits. Would you like some juice, Sesshoumaru?” He shook his head, still curious about what she meant. “Oh, well then, how about some milk or water? You must be thirsty.” At his look, she gave it her all. “Is there something you would like to talk to us about, Sesshoumaru? Maybe something you would like to ask?” Her question received its intended response as he just about shut down, shaking his head and willing her to not continue.
The wrinkled old man across from him merely laughed. “Never woulda thought a great taiyoukai would be afraid to ask a simple question. Oh, well, when you’re ready, then,” he said before getting up to make sure Souta wasn’t turning blue while Kagome wrung his neck.
~ SWtPF~
When Souta entered the room, Kagome caught hold of his shirt and dragged him to the far side of the living room before speaking in a low voice. “Souta! Sesshoumaru intends to ask them for their permission to court me, and you most definitely are not helping things! It wouldn’t look very good if it was announced that I was his mate-to-be before he even got a chance to ask, now, would it?” Souta’s eyes widened in understanding, and his shoulders sagged in relief. She wasn’t going to kill him, at least not this time.
“If Mama knows you’re seeing him and let him sleep in your room, then I don’t think she has an objection. And you know Gramps only cares about you being happy. Why is he worried about it? It’s not like they’re gonna tell him no and throw him out.”
“Do you think he’d believe me if I told him that? I’m probably not even supposed to know that he’s going to ask them. That’s why he hasn’t officially asked me.”
“How do you know then?”
“I happen to know several demons who understand mating traditions, and Sesshoumaru is definitely the type to follow tradition by the letter. He’s also been really tense since we got here. He’s nervous.”
“You want me to talk to him, Sis? Tell him there’s nothing to worry about?”
Kagome smiled at her little brother, before ruffling his hair. “You know, that might just help. I can’t tell him. I don’t think I’m supposed to know. That’s why you’re my favorite little brother.”
Souta rolled his eyes at the retreating back of his sister as she returned to the kitchen. “I’m your only little brother,” he mumbled under his breath, having no idea that his sister could hear him perfectly and was grinning at his words.
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