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He simply hadn�t expected her to come around so quickly just by letting
her see some vulnerability in him.�
Perhaps this seduction would be less difficult than he originally
thought.

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

Blank: Chapter Seven � Aftermath

Kagome was surprised when she got a
good look at his naked chest.� His skin
was perfect, unmarred, pale and almost luminous in the candlelight.� Perfect except for the stump of his left arm.

In some ways, it was a clean
cut.� There wasn�t even any scarring
around what was left of his arm, it just ended
abruptly, shorn off.� But it wasn�t flat
� the cut that removed his limb had been sharply angled, and Kagome was sure
that no surgeon had done it.� No, this
was a battle-wound.� She touched it
gently.� He lived in a world of fighting,
of war, and she�d brought the battle to him.�
He�d only been trying to soothe her obvious distress and she�d� she�d hurt him.� What kind of monster was she?

And then his eyes opened and she
braced herself for the worst.� She knew
that he was well within his rights to punish her, kill her even for what she�d
done.� She�d attacked him without
provocation, and as much as she wanted to run away, she�d already caused enough
damage.� She knew she wouldn�t be able to
live with herself if she hid from his wrath � she had to take responsibility
for what she�d done.� She would throw
herself on his mercy and, if he had none, she would die with honor.

He gazed up at her silently for a
few moments, his head still in her lap, his eyes shuttered and unreadable
before he sat up.� She kept her eyes
firmly planted on the floor as he turned to face her, easily towering over her
even though they were both kneeling.

Slowly she bowed down before him
until her forehead touched the floor, unsure of his reaction, knowing that her
only chance was to apologize as honestly and politely as she could.� She waited for his acknowledgment, knowing
that he would either allow her to say her peace or kill her on the spot.� She felt his hand rest on her shoulder before
pushing against her, urging her to rise.

�Sesshoumaru-sama,� Kagome began
meekly, pulling herself upright.� �Please
allow me� to��

The words died in her throat as
soon as she caught a look at his face.�
She had no idea what his expression was, but she felt her heart do a
strange little flutter in her chest as he gazed at her.� She couldn�t seem to make her vocal chords
work.� Finally she managed to unlock her
throat.

�I�m sorry,� she whispered.� �I didn�t��

He cut her off with a quick nod of
his head.� Slowly, slowly, the daiyoukai
raised his hand and brushed his fingers across her cheek, and she realized
suddenly that she was crying.� She hadn�t
even known.

His eyes were fixed on his fingers
as he silently wiped away the wetness staining her cheeks before his gaze
shifted up to meet hers.� She wasn�t able
to say anything or even interpret the look he was giving her.� All she knew was that he was staring at her
with an intensity that was almost frightening, yet she was completely
unafraid.� In that moment, she knew that
he wouldn�t hurt her, not now, not ever.�
He might punish her, but he wouldn�t hurt her.� She could clearly see that as far as he was
concerned, she already belonged to him.

�You will not do that again,�
Sesshoumaru said with a dark edge to his voice.�
�And you will never again forget who your alpha is.�� Dumbly, she nodded her assent, not quite sure
what to make of any of it.

Then his hand moved from her face,
curling around the back of her neck and she felt his claws plunge into her
hair, his hand easily palming the back of her head.� Slowly, with that inscrutable look still in
his eyes, he leaned forward, bringing his face to hers.� He�s
going to kiss me, her brain started a little loop, repeating it over and
over, drowning out all other thoughts.� He�s going to kiss me.� He�s
going to kiss me.� A clinical part of
her noted that she wasn�t actually feeling very hysterical about it � in fact,
she parted her lips slightly in anticipation as her tongue swept nervously over
them.� He drew his face inexorably
closer, until their foreheads almost touched, and she could taste his breath
and smell the clean, unique maleness of him and she was spiraling helpless
downwards into those swirling, amber depths. �The corners of his eyes softened a fraction
and he said, �It will take more than that to truly harm me, miko.�� And, astonishingly enough, Kagome was struck
by the feeling that he was almost� proud of her.� Well, that couldn�t be right.� �Tomorrow we will begin proper training for
you,� he finished.

And that, it seemed,
was that.

Sesshoumaru untangled his hand and
rose smoothly to his feet, indicating that she should rise also.� Still stunned that she was apparently not
only going to not get kissed, but also keep her life and remain practically
unpunished for her transgression, Kagome scrambled to her feet as well.� She winced inwardly, feeling gawky and
ungraceful next to him.� It didn�t seem
quite fair to her that he stood over a head taller but was infinitely more
poised.

He retrieved his bag from the floor
and set it on an empty spot on the low table.�
With a flick of his claw, he sliced through the knotted string holding
it closed and reached in.� Sesshoumaru
seemed completely at ease, standing there topless in front of her, and Kagome
let her eyes roam over him from beneath her lashes.� Her curiosity over the bag was overwhelmed by
her tumultuous emotions.

Alright.� He�s beautiful. Kagome
smirked inwardly.� Calling Sesshoumaru
�beautiful� was somewhat like calling the sun �hot�.� In a sense it was true, but the single word
couldn�t truly do justice to everything that he was.� Now that he was divested of his poofy top, she could clearly see his broad shoulders,
slender waist, the muscles defined, sharp and rippling
under his skin like they could cut glass.�

Oh, and what skin!� Perfectly alabaster, as smooth as porcelain,
as soft as� well, she couldn�t really think of anything to compare it to.� The only thing she�d ever felt that was
softer (that she could remember, anyway) was his hair.� His skin had been soft and surprisingly warm
under her fingertips, smooth but unyielding over his hard muscles.� The miko felt coarse and common standing next
to him.� It had been easier before, when
he�d looked at her as if she was a bug.�
But then he�d started treating her nicely, and he�d attempted to ease
her anguish.� And what had she done to
this gorgeous creature?� She�d lashed out
at him.

Kami,
Kagome thought mournfully.� I�m such a bitch.

If only he had punished her!� If he had
been cruel, or even reprimanded her as harshly as she deserved, she�d be able
to blame him.� But he hadn�t!� Mr. Emotionless had chosen to forgive her
immediately, without so much as lifting a finger to harm her.� Even his warning, if it could be called that,
had barely been delivered in a harsh tone.�
She�d attacked him and he acted as if it didn�t matter.� And then that last bit, making
her want him to kiss her�

Be
honest, she thought silently.� You weren�t about to stop him.� Well, maybe that was the truth, but it still wasn�t very fair of him to be so� so� tasty.

I�m
not supposed to be a bitch, the miko thought.� Even the thought of the word made her feel
somewhat uncomfortable, as if thinking of herself in that way was contrary to
her nature.� Alright.� She was feisty, she was fiery, she was
spirited, but she wasn�t mean, she wasn�t nasty.� And, tastiness aside, Sesshoumaru deserved
better than what she�d been giving him.�
He�d proven that more than once now.�
This latest, unexpected forgiveness was just another brick in the wall.� And, dammit, she would do better by him.

In the few seconds that she�d taken
to come to this decision, the daiyoukai had pulled out a short bow, a quiver of
arrows, a tanto and a kaiken* from the bag.

�The bow is your chosen weapon,� he
began conversationally.� �And while my
half-brother seemed to think that was enough for you, you managed quite often to
get yourself into enough trouble that having a secondary weapon would be� prudent.�

Sesshoumaru glanced over to where
she was standing, her hands clasped behind her back, gazing at him through her
lashes.� He�d been aware of her stare the
entire time, of course, but he hadn�t mentioned it or moved to cover
himself.� He knew that he was a fairly
remarkable specimen, after all, and he wanted to make sure she was aware of
exactly what she was missing out on the longer she held out against him.�

Bringing the fact that he knew this
to her attention, however, would only serve to irritate her.� While he rather liked it when she was
irritated � she always looked so alive
� he also knew they were still on rocky ground.�
He wasn�t going to upset the boat just to get a rise out of her.� Later, maybe.

�You said I was a magnet for
trouble,� she murmured softly.

Sesshoumaru cocked his head to the
side, regarding her.� Yes, it seemed that
he had been correct in his assessment.�
She was certainly more subdued than she had been, and the mention of his
mongrel brother hadn�t upset her as it had before.

�Inu� Inuyasha
protected me, and that�s why I only used the bow,� she said, her statement more
of a question.

The daiyoukai shrugged
delicately.� �He tried,� he replied,
sounding harsher than he intended.� She
flinched a bit, and he immediately softened his tone.�� It was like hunting a wary doe, this one.

�My half-brother was a lethal
combination of stupid, foolish and stubborn,� Sesshoumaru continued.� �He promised to protect you, and that was
enough for his simplistic brain.� It
never occurred to him that you would be able to take care of yourself, given
the chance.�

Kagome blinked.� Had he� had he just complimented her?

With a flourish, Sesshoumaru pulled
a kimono from the bag.� It was white with
long flowing sleeves, and she immediately recognized it as the traditional top
for a miko, with one important exception.�
Usually a miko�s kimono was pure white, or
white trimmed with red.� This was trimmed
with red alright � the ends of both sleeves were adorned with the same crimson
flower pattern that graced the daiyoukai�s clothing.�

Kagome was reminded of nothing so
much as a dog peeing to mark its territory.

Still, she couldn�t bring herself
to be mad.� She was feeling pretty guilty
about the whole attacking him thing, and hadn�t a tiny part of her already
admitted that she kind of liked that
he was possessive?

And then it hit her.� Sesshoumaru had told her before the Incident
that she belonged to his pack.� And just now, that whole thing about the alpha.� Inuyasha.� Inu.� Dog.� Kami.� They were dog demons???� Well.� That certainly explained a few things.

This
brings a whole new meaning to the word �bitch�, Kagome thought, and she had
to bite the inside her cheek to keep from giggling.� Oh kami,
I�m silly and kinky!

Well, she didn�t actually know that she was kinky, but she was
beginning to suspect that maybe she was, just a little bit.� Good, normal, non-kinky girls certainly
didn�t truck with demons and half-demons.�
They didn�t take a dog hanyou as their lover, and they certainly never ever thought about taking his fully inuyoukai
half brother to their beds as well.

Hold
up, Kagome thought.� Since when were you planning on sleeping
with Sesshoumaru?

Did
you see those abs? another
little part of her whispered.� She
glanced up.� Oh yeah.� The abs.� They were certainly� delectable.� And they were moving towards her.

Kagome eeped
in surprise and tore her gaze up to his face.�
Damn.� That wasn�t much better.� He was gazing at her with that one eyebrow
raised and a cocky little smirk on his face as he stepped towards her, and her
heart started doing triple time in her chest.�
It wasn�t just that he was gorgeous, no.�
He was gorgeous and they had chemistry.

Stow
the hormones, girlie, she thought fiercely to herself.� Quest.� Naraku.� Amnesia.

Right.

Only through supreme force of will
did she calm herself as he made his way over to her.� She was even breathing normally by the time
he stopped before her, though her breath hitched a bit as he settled the kimono
over her shoulders.� Though she couldn�t
tell for sure, the miko had the sneaking suspicion that it would fit perfectly
once she tried it on.

Sesshoumaru took a step back and
raked her with an appraising eye.� Kagome
felt herself pinken just a bit at the obvious
approval that she saw there.� His golden
eyes locked with hers, and he nodded once.

There
he goes again with the nodding, she thought faintly.

�My colors suit you,� he said, and
the miko felt the pink in her cheeks deepen to a true blush.� His face remained devoid of expression, but
humor sparkled in his eyes.� �You will
find more suitable clothing in the bag, although you have my apologies for the
meager number.� Soon, miko, I will
provide you with a proper wardrobe.�

Kagome nodded, not trusting herself
to speak.� She felt the strands of his
machinations tightening around her, and she wondered briefly if she would be
able to break free from this tangled web he was weaving around her.� Suddenly, she wondered if she actually wanted to break free, if she was able
to.� She didn�t know.� She just� she just didn�t know.

His right hand raised and he
brushed his knuckles softly across her now dry cheek.� �It is time for you to sleep again,� he
murmured.� Kagome bit her bottom lip,
trying to suppress the shiver that arced up her spine at his caress.� Then his hand dropped and he took hers,
holding her tiny hand in his as if it were a fragile blossom, much like the red
and white flowers that still adorned her lopsided hair.

And for just a moment an image came
to her, of lying on the ground in a cloud of poison, knowing suddenly and with
a cold, sure certainty that she was going to die, that all she had fought for,
everything she loved and believed in meant nothing, nothing, nothing because this was it, this was the end and there was absolutely, positively nothing she could do to stop it, it wasn�t enough, she hadn�t been
strong enough and no one was going to save her this time, and there was a
gurgled gasp off to one side and she�d slid her aching eyes in that direction,
stinging and blurring in the noxious cloud, and she�d seen him, Sesshoumaru,
standing over the body of some fat toad of a man who had strange red markings
on his face, surprise and a numb sort of shock coursing through her, the cloud
starting to clear now that the fat man was dead, his crimson blood running down
the blade of the daiyoukai�s sword, Sesshoumaru untouched by the cloud of
poison, Sesshoumaru giving her a hard, cold, measuring look, Sesshoumaru
turning on his heel and striding away from her without so much as a word, and
she couldn�t say anything either, her throat was clogged with poison but she was going to live, he�d saved her
and she couldn�t even thank him for it because he was leaving, and there was
another garbled moan from her other side and she�d slid her eyes in that
direction and seen a hand wrapped in prayer beads and� and�

That�

What
the HELL?

A memory?� It had lasted less than a second but Kagome
felt stunned in the wake of it, her heart pounding again and her mind racing
and her thoughts in such turmoil that she didn�t think she would be able to
remain standing.� Her muscles were locked,
straining under the tension of both the revelation as well as the terrifying
and painful nature of the memory.� It had
been so fast, so powerful, the feelings so intense it was as if she�d just
relived that moment all over again.

�We begin your training tomorrow,� the
daiyoukai began, seemingly unaware of her distress.� �I will teach you to defend yourself.� But know this now, Kagome � should you ever
fail, I will be there.�

Kagome stared up at him, still not
sure if she was going to fall down or not, almost completely overwhelmed by
both the sudden memory and his words.�
Dully, a tiny piece of her realized he�d called her by her name.� Then he spoke again and she felt something
shift deep inside her at his words, somewhere beneath her breastbone and behind
her heart and above her stomach, and she couldn�t tell if the shifting was
something settling into place or something shattering into a million tiny,
scattered shards.

�I am your protector now,�
Sesshoumaru promised.

***

A/N: Yes, Mukotsu.

To RhiannonoftheMoon,
Sweetcakes, and blue_saiyan_angel:
<whistles innocently>�
You�ll see. =D

*kaiken: A small tanto (dagger)
carried by women in their sleeve or obi.�
Was not generally used for combat (more for suicide, hence Sess providing the tanto as
well), but was small and very concealable.�
Women of the Bushi and Samurai classes were
never, ever without their kaiken.� See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tant%C5%8D
for more info (I love wiki).�

Also, for a brief treatise on the role
of women fighting during the Sengoku era, please see http://www.koryubooks.com/library/wwj2.html
- and, of course, historical liberties are taken judiciously, by both me and
Rumiko Takahashi.
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