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Conversations With Wolves	By : Tassanaburrfoot Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Kouga/Kagome Views: 9456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kagome paced the length of the room frantically as she fiddled with her fingers. Koga had gone to another town and said he’d be back before the day was out, so it was just her and Shippo. She glanced at her ring-clad hand, gasped, and continued her trek along the floor.
Shippo was sitting on her bed with a carving knife and a piece of wood. Though she had no idea what he was carving, Kagome knew he was very focused on his work. “You’re going to wear a hole into the floor,” she heard him comment.
She glanced up and saw that he was staring at her. His carving lay forgotten on the bed by his side. She paused for a moment before shaking her head and returning to her pacing. “I can’t believe I said yes!” she repeated aloud.
“Why did you say yes?” the fox demon asked as he stood up from the bed. He made the short trek to her and grabbed her shoulders, stopping her in her tracks. “Kagome, look at me. Why did you say yes?”
She looked up into his blue eyes, he was her height now, and her eyes watered. “I don’t know!” she cried. “I love him, Shippo. I know I love him. I can’t believe I love him. And I want to marry him, but…”
“You’re still worried about Inuyasha,” he finished for her when she stopped speaking.
She nodded and he pulled her into a hug. “I’m also worried about what will happen when I die,” she said in a muffled voice. She held the kitsune in her arms and breathed in his scent.
There was a calm she felt when she had her arms wrapped around him and listened to the beat of his heart. It was the calm of a friend who understood and could sympathize with you. It was a lot like the calm she felt with Koga, but different. This calm was something a sister felt when she hugged her brother or a mother felt when she hugged her son.
Shippo pulled away from her slightly so he could look her in the eyes. “How long are you going to worry about that?” he asked her. “Koga told you that it will be taken care of.”
“Yes, but how?” she inquired. “What does he intend to do? I won’t let him kill himself for me.”
Shippo snorted. “I highly doubt Koga has any intention of dying or killing himself any time soon. You should trust him. Everything will work out,” he assured her. “And you shouldn’t let the fear of death stop you from enjoying the time you have.”
She turned and walked away from him, stopping when she came upon the window. She gazed out over the large field and at the mountains in the distance. “Everything happened so fast,” she whispered, knowing he could hear her. “It seems like one moment I’m letting you know about my fears, telling you my thoughts about Inuyasha and my own mortality, and the next I’m professing my love for Koga and accepting his proposal of marriage. I’m not even sure I was thinking at that restaurant. Or what I was thinking.”
They fell into silence for a while as they both lost themselves in their own thoughts. Kagome watched as two blue jays battled over a tasty morsel and imagined Koga and Inuyasha in their place with Kagome as the morsel. It was both a sobering and frightening thought.
She knew Shippo was right. She shouldn’t let the fear of death stop her from enjoying the time she had. As for Inuyasha? Well, if he was as old as Shippo claimed him to be, he probably wouldn’t remember her anymore. It wasn’t like she could go into the well and…
“Shippo, did I ever go back?” she asked, not taking her eyes off the fighting birds.
She heard Shippo’s sigh. “No,” he replied. “We waited for a very long time, too. Inuyasha believed you’d be back once you were done with school, but none of us knew how long that would take. We stayed in that village until Sango passed away. Even then, Inuyasha and I returned to the village constantly. We watched it grow into Tokyo, but we never saw you. “
“Sango,” she murmured. “Did she and Miroku have a good life? Did they live long? Were they happy?”
She felt a few tears fall down her cheeks as Shippo answered, “They lived as long as is expected of humans. Miroku died a few years before Sango but not before he was able to see his second born grandchild. Sango was able to see her first great grandchild before she left us. They lived very good lives. Not sure they were always happy, especially after Miroku passed, but I suppose they were filled with joy for the most part.”
Kagome nodded. The birds had managed to tear their morsel in two, but they both flew away with their treasures. “Oh, Sango,” the miko sniffled. “Oh, Miroku. They were wonderful people.”
“They were,” Shippo conceded.
“What would they say about me now, I wonder? I could certainly use Sango’s advice,” she said with a sigh.
The fox demon sighed as well. “They would probably only want your happiness and they would be happy as long as you were… Are you happy, Kagome?”
She turned back to him to see him standing there watching her with concern-filled eyes. She shrugged. “Most of the time, I am,” she responded honestly. “When I’m with Koga, it’s like I forget anything else exists and all I want to do is laugh and have fun. But when he leaves, I feel like I should be ashamed of myself, as though I’m doing an injustice to him. Or maybe it’s an injustice to Inuyasha?”
Shippo pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows. “Maybe what you need is closure. Maybe that’s why you feel so… like you’re Atlas or something.”
“Could you help me?”
He shrugged. “I have no idea where Inuyasha is,” he told her as he pulled out his cellphone, “but Sesshomaru might. I don’t really like talking to the guy as he’s a bit of a dick, but he would be the best person to talk to.”
Kagome’s eyes widened as she watched Shippo press a few buttons and put the phone up to his ear. He had Sesshomaru’s number this entire time?

After Shippo got off the phone with Sesshomaru, a conversation that lasted a good five minutes, he called Koga and let him know what was going on. Koga did not like the idea of Kagome seeing Inuyasha again, but he understood it was for the best. She needed that closure.
Shippo drove to the Spokane Valley airport. The flight lasted ten hours with two stops along the way.
Kagome had to remind herself of the reason they were in New York City. Her adventurous soul was getting to her and she wanted to see everything. She squealed when she saw a large bull statue in the middle of the road and clapped her hands together at the beauty of the architecture she saw.
They approached a tall building that she immediately noticed was a high class hotel. Kagome stopped and gaped at the building. “Inuyasha’s in there?” she asked in disbelief.
Shippo shook his head. “No, but Sesshomaru is,” he replied. “And he’s waiting for us in the penthouse.”
As they entered the building and took to the elevator, Kagome couldn’t help but feel underdressed. It seemed to take an eternity to get to the top floor and when they did, the miko thought she had died and gone to heaven.
She had never been the type of person to be impressed by wealth. In fact, she hated when people flaunted their wealth, which was why she liked Koga so much. Sure, it was obvious that he was rich, but he never mentioned his money and his home was humble and simple. Even the place he was building, though very much a mansion, was of a simple design and catered more to usefulness over aesthetics.
As they walked into the penthouse, Kagome stared at the large painting over the fireplace to her right. Her eyes watered as she gazed at the familiar girl smiling in the picture. Shaking her head, Kagome took the time to study some of the other things in the room.
The couch, if you could call it that, was made of tight black leather and looked far too uncomfortable to sit on. It was the same with the two armchairs that stood on either side of the couch. There was a fine oak wood coffee table in front of the couch that supported a vase of white roses. The couch and chairs were facing a large bookcase that took up the entire wall. There were countless books covering the wall and Kagome itched to see the titles.
To the left, there was an open bar with several bottles of alcohol in a pyramid behind it. Glasses hung above the bar and two black leather stools sat in front of it. On both sides of the bar were hallways and Kagome could glimpse a kitchen area and a dining room.
As she glanced around the room again, she saw a seemingly steel door near the elevator and she wondered if it led to the rest of the penthouse. Or maybe the other steel door on the other side of the elevator led to the rest of the place?
Kagome never got a chance to ask Shippo if this were the case, for it was at that moment that a young girl entered the room from the hallway to the right of the bar. She was carrying a tray of cups with a pitcher of tea. The miko’s eyes widened in surprise and her mouth opened slightly in shock. “R-rin?” she stammered.
Shippo quickly shook his head, but before he could correct her, the girl smiled politely and said, “I get that a lot. I am not Rin, unfortunately.”
The girl, who must have been in her teens, pointed to the painting above the fireplace. “That is Rin,” she said.
Kagome gasped, “The resemblance is incredible.”
The girl smiled some more. “Thank you. Lord Sesshomaru often says the same thing. Sometimes, when he’s busy or annoyed, he’ll call me ‘Rin’ by mistake.”
The miko nodded. “So, who are you then?” she asked.
As the girl set the tray on the coffee table, she answered, “My name is Saki. I am a descendant of Rin’s. Once Rin had her first child, Lord Sesshomaru became diligent in watching over her descendants. He even helps us find spouses. He is very kind to our family.”
Kagome nodded as she watched the girl set out the cups and pitcher of tea. She picked up the tray and walked back towards the hallway she came from. “Please, make yourself comfortable,” Saki said. “My lord shall be with you shortly.”
The miko looked at Shippo when the girl was gone. She was confused by his expression for he looked as though he had just bitten into a lemon. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
He shook his head and heaved a sigh. “Saki’s a nice girl. Her entire family is nice,” he whispered. “I just… never mind. Let’s sit.”
Kagome turned her attention to the couch and chairs. Her eyes widened slightly. “Where?” she inquired. “Everything here is so… clean. I wouldn’t want to put a dent in the furniture.”
The fox crooked a half smile as he moved to one of the armchairs and sat in it. “Are you intimidated?” he asked. “It’s the effect that Sesshomaru wants. He’ll be happy to know it is working.”
The girl pursed her lips as she made her way to the seating arrangements. She sat very delicately on the end of the couch nearest to Shippo. “What kind of leather is this anyway?”
“It’s Italian leather,” answered a male voice from behind her. “It’s imported from a custom design factory in Sicily.”
She hadn’t even heard anyone enter the room, but she recognized that voice. She stood up and turned to face the man she had once considered an enemy and then an ally.
He still had that long, silvery hair, though it was kept back in a low ponytail. He also still wore the marks on his face and arms. His clothes were of a business casual nature and looked as expensive as his furniture. His eyes were fixed on the papers in his hands and he had yet to look up at her, but she knew how golden those eyes were. How cold they were.
She smiled as she saw Jaken dancing around the taiyoukai with a pen and notepad in his hands. “Hi, Jaken,” she greeted.
The little demon looked up at her and jumped in surprise. As a result of his jumping, he tripped over Sesshomaru’s foot and earned a glare from the taiyoukai, but Jaken did not see the glare. Kagome frowned as the little toad pointed at her and shouted, “You!”
Sesshomaru glanced up to see what Jaken was fussing about and froze. A pregnant silence filled the air as he stared at the miko. After what seemed to Kagome to be hours, the taiyoukai spoke, “Are you a reincarnation?”
The miko nodded. “Well, I am a reincarnation of Kikyo,” she clarified. “But I thought you all ready knew that?”
The demon frowned. “How is this possible? You lived five hundred years ago.”
Kagome shook her head, but it was Shippo who answered him. “There is a well at Kagome’s shrine that allowed her to travel in the past when she was fifteen. That’s how she met Inuyasha and, well, the rest of us. She’s really from this time, though, and she is a mortal.”
Sesshomaru stared at her for a moment more as he seemed to mull this information over in his head. His eyes narrowed. “Is this why you wanted to see Inuyasha, fox?” he whispered. His tone had a soft, dangerous quality to it.
Shippo shrugged. “It’s not like she had any choice in the matter,” he answered. “She tried to get back to the past, but the well wouldn’t open for her. S’not her fault.”
The taiyoukai moved slowly as he strode towards Kagome. As he got closer, she backed up and continued to back up until her back touched the bookcase. He followed her the entire way and stepped even closer to her. She could smell his expensive cologne and traces of peppermint toothpaste. She forced herself to meet his eyes and refused to feel intimidated by him.
“Do you miss him, miko?” the taiyoukai murmured. “Do you wish to pick up your relationship from wince it left off? You reek of wolves, miko.”
Kagome took a deep breath. Gods he smelled good! With a forced sigh, she answered him, “I do miss him and I know I smell like wolves. I’ve become engaged to a wolf demon from our home country.”
Sesshomaru scoffed as he stepped away from her. “Yes,” he responded, “to that pup Koga. I can smell him all over you. So you wish for closure with Inuyasha, then? To tell him you’ve moved on and are bedding another dog?”
Kagome’s eyes widened at the insult and she opened her mouth to protest, but Sesshomaru placed his hand over her mouth. The look in his eyes was deadly as he glared at her. “I’ll do you a favour, Kagome,” he sneered. “Go back to your wolf bastard and marry him. Inuyasha already believes you are dead. We’ll keep it that way and you will never darken my doorway again.”
Kagome grabbed at his hand and jerked it away from her mouth. “It’s not just closure for me, asshole,” she growled. “Inuyasha needs closure, too. I won’t have him believing that I am dead when I’m not. I have never lied to him and I won’t start now.”
“So, you’d rather break him, then?” the taiyoukai snarled. “Like you did 500 years ago? Do you know he waited in that pathetic dump heap of a human village for almost a hundred years for you? He wandered the country a few more hundred years pining over the loss of you. The bastard’s still not over you. Honestly, I think you did more harm to him than that clay miko ever did. And now you want to see him so that you can tell him you’re marrying that piece of shit? I think not. Go home, bitch. Go home and leave Inuyasha in peace.”
As he said those last few sentences, Sesshomaru grabbed Kagome’s arm and threw her towards the elevator. She fell to the ground and glared at him. “I’ll search for him, Sesshomaru,” she spat. “And I’ll keep searching for him whether you like it or not. I want to see him. I need to see him.”
The demon scoffed. “And where will you look?” he asked her. “You don’t even know where he is and I have no intention of telling you anything. Besides, he’s too old for you now anyway. Go back to where you came from and get the fuck out of my home.”
Kagome stood up and started to argue with him, but Shippo grabbed her shoulder. He was calm, but she could tell he was also anxious. “Let’s go, Kagome,” he told her. “It was a mistake to even bring you here. I knew Sesshomaru wouldn’t be of any help.”
“But Inuyasha…”
The fox demon closed his eyes and sighed. “Maybe it’s best if you just believed him to be dead. We won’t find him. I wouldn’t have the first clue of where to look for him and you should focus on your upcoming nuptials with Koga.”
Sesshomaru snorted. “Hope you have a nice wedding,” he sneered sarcastically. “Don’t let the thought that very soon you’ll grow old and die put a damper on things.”
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