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A Sacred Treasure and a Hanyou	By : cukid9 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 18612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Um *blushes* wow, those reviews were so nice! I try to avoid doing this, but...

naxuma: I think we should all be thanking Rumiko Takahashi for creating a character that we could turn into a sexy beast ^_^

DaisyLee1239: I know the obligated feeling. Sometimes I feel that I should review, but I just can�t think of anything to say. I start getting all repetitive (although, sometimes there�s nothing more to say than �great story! I want more!�). But I�m so glad you took time out to review! I�m trying to keep ahead of the updates so I can post a new chapter every/every other day (I hate waiting for updates too). And please, feel free to rant whenever you want! The starving artist inside feels like it just ate a four course meal after your review ^_^

kit master: I don�t hold any love for Kikyo either, but there won�t be much �bashing� (sorry). This chapter will explain it (I hope).

amhor56: It�s great to know you had such a reaction! I have always found that the stories I love the most are the ones that cause me to hold my breath in anticipation. It�s so nice to know that I�ve accomplished that!

Rei: Yeah, she is kind of cowardly (not quite the word I�d use, but it works ^_^). It�ll all be explained, just bear with me!

InuyashaLover20: LOL. It is kinda funny to think that all the other strippers suck. As soon as I read that, I started cracking up laughing. Can you imagine half/fully naked girls dancing around like Napoleon Dynamite? *giggles* I should have put that in the story ^_^ I know the band, but not the song you�re referring to. I�ll have to find it and the video so I can see what you�re talking about.

And of course, thank you to dog demon, who has been constantly supportive since, like, ten minutes after I posted the first chapter of this story ^_^

Enjoy!

Chapter 7

The Past is Dead

Interlaced clawed fingers flexed through silvery white hair as Inuyasha pillowed the back of his head in them. After shredding a pillow, he had decided that it was probably best if he just lay still. He stared, unblinkingly, at the ceiling above him; watching small pieces of feathers gently float down around him like thick snowflakes. His thoughts refused to stay still long enough for him to contemplate anything.

She was dead. His brother had told him that she was dead. And yet, last night, he had come face to face with her, had wrapped his arms around her as he once had. He cringed at the memory, feeling the flesh on his arms crawl in disgust.

You must have me confused with someone else.

But if it wasn�t her, then who was she?

An ear flicked toward the window, hearing the purr of a familiar engine in the driveway. He sighed, rolled out of bed, and made his way, barefoot and shirtless, to the front door.

The man standing outside the door had not even bothered to raise his hand to knock. Twin sets of golden eyes met, identical shades of white hair were caught in a passing breeze.

Inuyasha stepped away from the door, nodding to the older man as he walked in. �Thank you for coming over, Sess,� he said, his voice low.

A long, thin eyebrow arched gracefully at the name. �Is it that serious, half-brother?� Sesshomaru asked. He reached toward Inuyasha, plucked a feather from the younger man�s hair. Holding it between the claws of his thumb and forefinger, he contemplated it before looking back at his brother questioningly.

Inuyasha closed the door, motioned for his brother to follow him into the living room. Leather couches made a soft, whispering noise as they sat; Inuyasha tucking his feet under himself, Sesshomaru, ever the regal lord, sat back gracefully, his eyes calm, waiting for the younger man to start.

�I saw her,� Inuyasha said.

There was no need to say her name. They both knew.

�You are sure?� The doubtful tone in Sesshomaru�s voice made Inuyasha clench his jaw.

�You think I could forget what she looks like?� he asked, not quite growling. �Who else could it have been?�

Sesshomaru raised a shoulder in a graceful shrug. �A reincarnation?�

�After all this time? It�s been hundreds of years. Why now?�

�Perhaps her soul was just waiting for a safe time to return,� was the answer.

A safe time to return. If Kikyo�s soul was truly now residing in the body of the little dancer, it would explain why Inuyasha was so drawn to her. It would explain why she invaded his thoughts at every turn, why he felt an overwhelming need for her.

�She�s dead, isn�t she?� Inuyasha whispered.

An unreadable expression flickered over Sesshomaru�s face. He stared at his half-brother for a silent moment before looking away. �She is dead,� he said, his voice low, emotionless.

Inuyasha let out a breath. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, feeling the tension that had been building release all at once.

�We have not seen much of each other lately, half-brother,� Sesshomaru said, suddenly. �Do you have time for dinner? We can talk more about your new obsession.�

But it wasn�t the dancer that Inuyasha saw in his mind as they ate and talked. He saw the cold, beautiful miko, the woman he had loved, had thought loved him in return. The woman who had wanted to change him, had wanted to mold him into something that he wasn�t, something he could never be.

He had almost done it, had almost thrown away everything he was for her, because he had thought she loved him. There was a time when he wouldn�t have questioned it, because she truly had loved him. There was a time when she had not been cold, had laughed with him, had curled close to him on cool nights, had let him hold her close to his heart.

And then she had been killed, in what he had thought, at the time, was a random attack on her village. But as Inuyasha grew older, he realized that nothing happened without a reason. His miko, Kikyo, had been the Keeper of the Sacred Jewel, and as such drew such things to her. When her body had been burned with the Jewel, demons and humans alike waited years for its return.

But Kikyo had returned before the Jewel had resurfaced, had been brought back to life in a cold, clay body by a crazed sorceress. She fed off the souls of women, and, in an odd, sickening sort of cannibalism, had purposely sought out her reincarnations over the years, had made them soulless shells.

Until the day she had found Inuyasha. She had blamed him for what happened to her. In a moment of overwhelming grief and guilt, he had agreed to die with her this time.

And just as he had felt a terrible snapping, just as he felt a piece of himself start to spiral irretrievably away, Kikyo had gone limp in his arms. The world around him had blurred and swayed nauseatingly, the grass adamantly refusing to remain where it should. The sun was a mockery of the golden eyes that had glared into his. Inuyasha had felt himself being jerked painfully away from the body in his arms.

When he woke, when he had recovered, Sesshomaru sat, coldly noble as ever, watching him through slitted eyes.

�What happened?� he had managed to croak. His throat was raw, as if he had been screaming for days.

�This Sesshomaru saved you from being a fool,� the older man said. "A dead fool, anyway."

Inuyasha had stared at him, stunned. There had never been any affection between the half-brothers. Sesshomaru despised him for being a hanyou, for being the product of his father�s love for a human woman. Inuyasha never was quite sure why his brother had decided to save him that day. After that, something had changed between the two. And, somewhere, throughout the centuries, they had found that they fought much better together than against each other.

But, after hundreds of years, Kikyo�s soul had once again been reborn, and the Jewel was still no where to be found.

And demons -albeit, friendly demons, but demons nonetheless- flocked to the dancer woman. Inuyasha began to wonder what the attraction was.

Besides the obvious.

*

It had started to rain, a light sprinkling that gave everything on the street undefined edges, as though she were walking in a dream. Streetlights cast misty pools of light, their brilliance not penetrating the damp darkness. Muted footsteps fell on wet pavement, accented by the soft splashing of cars speeding through puddles, occasionally drowned out by the blaring honk of a horn.

Kagome hurried into Onadoru, shaking out her hair, droplets of water sprinkling off her like liquid diamonds. She frowned at her reflection as she passed a mirror in the hallway that led to the dressing rooms. She was glad that most of her hair would be hidden. The humidity had caused it to be a frizzled mess.

Shedding her light jacket, she caught the time on the clock above the door. She still had an hour before she started working. She had left early, afraid that the rain would start coming down in torrents, making her late. As she changed into a pair of dark slacks and a dark blue fitted blouse, as she wrapped the ties of her black stilettos around her ankles and leaned forward to brush a light, sparkly gloss over her lips, she thought about the night before.

She couldn�t even tell herself why she consistently ran away from this man. It wasn�t as if he knew her, it wasn�t as if her reputation or image was in any way in danger if he knew who she was. That afternoon in the coffee shop she had run on instinct, because she didn�t want him to know who she was. Kagome was perfectly content to keep her personal life and her job separate.

Oh, it�s not just that, is it?

Well, no. But it was what she would tell herself for now. In truth, she ran because of the look in his eyes when he had asked to meet her outside of the club, of the eagerness in his voice when he asked for her to dance for him again, to have dinner with him again. And she was afraid. Afraid because she was already mind-numbingly attracted to him for reasons that she did not know. Afraid because her body responded to him in a way that she had forced it not to for years.

And then he had been there, in that club of all places.

One of the things that very few people knew about Kagome, one of the things that she told only her closest friends, was that above her bed hung a bullwhip. It had started as a joke, between her and some friends back home, that she wasn�t the �traditional� kind of girl, that she didn�t want a guy who would lay her on her back and be sweet and gentle. She blamed it on not being able to conform to a society where everyone was expected to just be �normal� -or at least, their definition of it.

In college, she found that there were many people like her, had found that, in certain crowds, she was considered weird for having just the whip. Although, she gained extra points when they found out it was purple. Kouga and Sango had taken her to Fallen, a bar where people danced and drank just like any other club. But, one could find -if one was interested- back rooms where fetishes and fantasies could be played out to one�s satisfaction.

To have seen him there was almost more that her mind could process. Why had he been there? One did not see men like him in a place like that.

But he hadn�t looked as he usually did. Gone were the slacks and the tailored shirts. Instead, he had been wearing jeans that had sat low on his hips, but had not been too baggy, and a t-shirt that had done a wonderful job at showing off the muscles of his chest and arms. She had caught his scent through the smells of the bar, that at once calming and exciting musky forest scent that clung to him. For the first time since she had met him, his hair had been loose, flowing around him like a living thing. And it had been tousled, making him look like he had just woken up. Or -seeing as how his golden, tanned skin had had a light sheen of sweat on it- as if he had been dancing.

Or -seeing as how they were in a bar that tailored to individual fetishes- as if he had just had what the regulars at the bar called a �session.�

Just thinking about it made Kagome�s fists clench until she felt her nails digging into the flesh of her palms. Frowning at her reflection, she wondered at the reaction. Why did she care? Who was he to her anyway?

And why in the world had he named her as the great miko?

Their pictures hung opposite of each other in the well house. If Inuyasha Takahashi was indeed the same person as the boy in the picture, then he may have known the priestess.

But, that look in his eyes when he had recognized her -or had thought he had recognized her- had been enough to make Kagome walk away from him again. She would not be compared to someone else. Especially when that other person had obviously caused the hanyou great, terrible pain.

So, here she was again, working at the gentlemen�s club, staring at herself in the mirror and wondering if the centuries old hanyou, Inuyasha Takahashi, was waiting for her to make an appearance.

*

Inuyasha Takahashi in no way considered himself a patient man. Things happened on his time, when he wanted them to.

He was just rising from his seat as he saw her walk into the room, black hat low on her brow, when that damn waitress started walking his way.

�She isn�t here for you tonight,� the tall brunette said, standing before him.

His jaw clenched over a growl. �Then who is she here for?� he managed to say without snapping at her.

�She has other clients besides you, Mr. Takahashi. Other people have requested her.�

Inuyasha clamped down on the urge to peel his lips away from his teeth in a feral snarl. �Do they pay as well as I do?� he asked.

The brunette shook her head. �Money isn�t the issue,� she told him. �Mistress Kaede is honoring other requests. She told me to tell you that Jingi is booked for private dances and parties for the next two months.�

�I�ll pay double what Kaede is receiving for the girl�s entertainment,� he said.

�You don�t understand, Mr. Takahashi. Money isn�t the issue.� The girl before him stepped in front of him as he tried to move around her. �She�s with a client now,� she said. �Now, please have a seat. If you wish for someone else, please let your waitress know.�

�You know who I want,� he growled. Inuyasha understood, knew that the woman before him was right. Money wasn�t the issue. The issue was that, for the past three months, Inuyasha had had the little dancer by his side, nearly every night. Now, he was more than reluctant to sit back and watch as she entertained other men. Possessive jealousy roared violently through him, his demon side furious and unwilling to let anyone else look at her, talk to her. It was only slightly satiated by the knowledge that no one here could touch her. Still, the peripherals of his vision started to redden.

�And I have told you she is not available,� the brunette snapped back. �Please, Mr. Takahashi,� she continued, in a more pleasant voice. �Take a seat or I will be forced to have you escorted out of the club.�

He took a step closer to the woman before him. �You�re her friend, aren�t you?� he asked. �You were at the coffee shop with her, at the bar last night.�

Chocolate colored eyes narrowed. �So?�

�So, tell me why it is she keeps running from me.� Uncertainty crossed the woman�s face. �Listen, Roxxie, I�m not crazy, I�m not going to hurt her. But she looks very familiar to me. She looks like someone I lost a long time ago.�

The expression on the woman�s face softened. She dropped her eyes and looked to the side. �She knows what you are,� she whispered, so quietly that he almost didn�t hear her. When he finally realized what she had said, he felt like he had been punched. �She�s known since she first met you. She knows who it is that she looks like, and it scares her that you know who it is too.� The brunette looked over her shoulder at the table where her friend sat to find the girl watching them. �Let�s sit, Mr. Takahashi.�

Nodding his assent, he followed the tall woman back to the shadows of his table. Drinks were placed before them and they sat for a moment in silence.

The girl across from him suddenly reached a hand out toward him. �My name is Sango, Mr. Takahashi,� she said, giving him, for the first time, a real smile.

He took her hand, briefly, in his own. �Please, call me Inuyasha," he said.

Sango nodded. �That is a wonderful concealment spell you have, Inuyasha,� she began. �Who helped you with it? Kaede?�

He felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him, managed to cough out the liquid that had suddenly decided to follow the air into his lungs. He narrowed his eyes as he looked up. �How do you know these things? You are not a miko.�

Sango gave him a crooked grin and shook her head. �Of course not. But she is,� and the woman nodded her head toward the table her friend sat at.

Inuyasha let out a grim laugh. Of course she was a miko. It would be his luck that she would look just like Kikyo and be a miko as well. She would probably want to purify him just like Kikyo had.

�So, can I expect to be exterminated like a bug sometime in the near future?� he asked, his eyes straying to the dancer, sensitive ears picking up the lilt of her voice even over the muted hum of conversation.

Sango laughed and shook her head again. �No, Inuyasha. I am the demon exterminator.� His head snapped around to look at her and she laughed harder. �At lease, my ancestors were. Besides, you�re only half demon, a small fry. I would go after your brother.� She gave him a slightly sadistic grin. �And not for the reasons you are thinking.�

�I don�t want to hear about any carnal desires for my brother,� Inuyasha said, making a disgusted face.

Sango shrugged, the smile still on her lips. �She wouldn�t do that to you. You saw who we were with that day in the coffee shop.�

�I thought maybe she didn�t know,� he said.

Sango nodded. �But you should have known what she was,� she told him. �Just because your senses may not be as strong as a youkai�s does not mean you have an excuse for missing it.� Inuyasha blinked at her. When realization dawned, Sango smothered another laugh. �If you had been paying more attention to her and less attention to her ass, we wouldn�t even be having this conversation right now,� she pointed out.

Inuyasha blinked at her again and then grinned. �You�re probably right,� he said, glancing at the table where their topic of conversation sat. �But it�s hard to pay attention to anything else when she puts it in front of you.� Sango rolled her eyes, making him laugh. �Tell me her name. Tell me what she does when she�s not here. Tell me why she was at Fallen last night.�

Sango shook her head. �Her name is her own, I will let her tell you that if she chooses. The same goes for her personal life.� Sango paused, looked like she was going to say more and then decided against it. �It was nice talking to you, Inuyasha,� she said, rising from her seat. �I think I met a friend of yours last night. A handsome man with a penchant for groping.� Inuyasha laughed and nodded. Sango grinned at him, offering her hand. �I told him that we would be back this weekend.� She leaned closer to him as he took her hand. �It�s Jingi's favorite club, after all.�

A shocked expression was frozen on Inuyasha�s face as he watched the brunette make her way gracefully out of the room.

*

There was a side of Kagome that even her closest friends rarely saw. It was the side that dressed in an extremely short black skirt that sat rather low on her hips, with thick heeled boots that rose to her knees and a black mesh top that showed the silky red tank underneath. She walked into Fallen, hips swaying, attitude in every step she took, causing no few amount of eyes to turn toward her and run up long legs.

When Sango had questioned her earlier in the evening, Kagome had given her friend a pained looked. �I need to relieve some stress,� she had said.

With her drink order she had placed one for a session as well. She lounged idly against the bar, flexing the fingers of her right hand that was covered in a black sleeve that stopped just above her elbow, fingering the studded bracelet that was wrapped around her left wrist.

Her drink was entirely forgotten as she followed a tall burly man into the recesses of the club. Muffled groans and screams were heard behind closed doors, making a blissful sigh almost escape Kagome�s throat. Her guide stopped at a door at the end of the hallway and turned to her.

�Everything has been set up as you requested,� he said. �Another customer requested our best room and someone who fits your description almost perfectly.� The man smiled at her. �Enjoy.�

Kagome watched as he walked away, eyed the door before her, and then pushed it opened.

Deeply tanned arms were stretched up, finely boned hands hanging limply from handcuffs that were attached to chains that hung from the ceiling. His head was bowed, silvery white hair hiding his face and falling across a bare, well-muscled chest and stomach. He was on his knees, jeans sitting low enough that the curve of his hip bone could be seen.

Kagome almost shivered in delight.

�Why am I not surprised?� she said, softly, as she walked toward him.

Silvery hair fell away from amber eyes as he raised his head. Their exotic glow followed her as she came closer to him.

�I thought, at first, that you were someone else,� he said, his voice husky as his eyes moved over her. He licked his lips as she crouched before him, eyes flickering toward her closed legs. �But it is only a similarity of features,� he continued. �You have different mannerisms than her. A different aura.� He paused, taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes as she leaned close to him to test the cuffs that held him. �A different smell,� he added, softly.

Kagome raised a finger, traced it around his lips, caught her breath when he captured the appendage in his mouth. His eyes looked up at her, almost begging, as he sucked on her finger. She hissed when he bit down on it.

�Now, we are even, I think,� he said, chuckling softly, lowering his head again.

Narrowing her eyes at him, Kagome stood, walking away from him toward a shelf that held more toys than she could ever have imagined. She didn�t even know what to do with half of them. Deciding to choose what she was most familiar with, she picked up the whip, uncoiling it as she crouched down in front of Inuyasha again.

�The concealment spell. Lose it,� she snapped at him. Instantly, long claws grew from his fingers, fangs dimpled his bottom lip slightly.

And the most adorable ears twitched toward her on the top of his head.

�Oh my god,� Kagome said, sucking in her breath sharply.

Inuyasha lifted his head slightly, looking up through long lashed eyes filled with desire. A small smile appeared on his lips. �Here are my rules...�
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