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Rise Of The Shikon Miko	By : golden_eyes_hypnotize Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 2628 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the characters herein. I make no money by this writing. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people is all in your head.

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Chapter 7

The next night, Inuyasha picked up Kagome and they headed in to work. In the car, Inuyasha gave Kagome the Cliff’s Notes version of his dad’s revelation about his first mate and the fallout that occurred. He told her that it might be a little awkward at first but his brother was going to try to be closer with everyone now and that, amazingly, he could actually understand the headspace the guy had been in for most of his life. Kagome was happy to see that Inuyasha seemed hopeful about the change and told him she’d help in any way she could.

The two walked hand-in-hand into the ER as usual, checked their assignments and settled down into the green pod, which specialized in heart attacks but tonight was chock full of drunks, drug addicts, and senile grandparents. Ah, Christmas Eve: that special time of year when families get together to unload their undesirable members on the medical community so they can have a peaceful holiday. The staff was predictably crabby, but consoled themselves with the generous spread of food everyone had contributed to. There was a ham, a fresh fruit platter with dip, a cheese and meat tray with crackers, a chilled shellfish bar, cannoli dip with cinnamon graham crackers, Christmas cookies, pasta salad, and white chili. Kagome had brought her signature from-scratch brownies made with melted chocolate, chocolate liqueur, a ridiculous amount of butter, sugar, a dash of cinnamon, and just enough flour to be able to pick them up. They were always the first to go so she saved a couple for Inuyasha.

With such a great collection of patients, Kagome could barely keep up with the call light, let alone the phones and she only saw blurs of red and silver flying from room to room as Inuyasha took care of his needy patients. Finally at 2am she decided the world was going to end if she didn’t make it to the bathroom and she deserted the ringing phone to hightail it to the locker room. On her way back, she stopped at the buffet table and loaded up a plate before returning to her desk. Spying her familiar present of hot European drinking chocolate and an orange, Kagome sent a page out to Inuyasha’s phone thanking him.

A few minutes later her friend came up to the front of her desk with a fanged smirk. “Not me, wench. But I’ll give you a hint: he’s big and scary and unbelievably arrogant and refers to himself in the third person and he’s standing right behind you.” With that he took off, suddenly very interested in the drunk down the hall screaming at the top of his clearly very capable lungs that he was having trouble breathing.

‘Oh my gods I can’t believe he just left me like that!’ Swiveling around in her chair, Kagome plastered a smile on her face and looked up, not hearing the low growl coming from the demon standing in front of her. “Hello, Dr. Taisho. Is that true? You got me these?” she asked, gesturing to the treats on her desk.

His beast purred as he caught the spike in his chosen’s scent, the dilation of her pupils, and the heightened color on her creamy cheeks. With a nod, he replied, “Hn. This Sesshoumaru has much to atone for with his packmates, and as you are pack, you must be included. For the same reason, it is inappropriate for you to address me by my title. Please, I am merely Sesshoumaru to you.”

Realizing that this was not an easy process for the proud daiyoukai, she put on her best shrine manners. Bowing her head at the neck, she said, “Thank you, Sesshoumaru. I am truly honored. I look forward to getting to know you better.” She opened the lip plate of her drink and took a small sip to show she accepted and appreciated his thoughtfulness, smiling up into his eyes when she had finished. “Did Inuyasha tell you I liked these?”

“Hn. He told me you enjoyed the chocolate drink. However, the orange was offered because your preference for the fruit is clear,” he said, taking that moment to inhale deeply to bask in her honeysuckle-orange essence.

Inuyasha smelled her all the time, but for some reason when Sesshoumaru did it, even though he wasn’t touching her as so often Inuyasha did when he smelled her, it felt so…intimate. Thankfully, the phone chose that moment to ring and with an apologetic smile and an “Excuse me,” she turned her blushing face away and answered the call, praying to every kami she could think of that he couldn’t tell what that simple inhale had done to her.

Sesshoumaru walked away with a fanged smirk feeling as though he was riding his cloud of youki.

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After work, Inuyasha and Kagome stopped by his home to pick up Shiori and the three of them made the long drive west to the Taisho estate. His parents welcomed them at the door and they shared a late breakfast with Sesshoumaru already waiting in the dining room before heading up to their rooms to sleep. Since Inuyasha, Kagome and Sesshoumaru were on a night schedule for work, and Shiori, being a housewife but wanting to spend as much time with her husband kept those hours as well, Christmas dinner would be later around 7pm.

After a good rest, the pitter patter of their children’s waking and washing up met the ears of the parents who could hardly believe they were having a real Christmas with all of their family for the first time ever. As they slowly filtered downstairs seeking caffeine, Izayoi checked on the staff in the kitchen, letting them know they would be ready for the meal in a few minutes. Presents would happen in the morning because according to her, “Everyone knows Santa comes at night!”

By the time everyone had made it into the dining room, there was food laid out everywhere. Brined turkey and ham, rare prime rib, sashimi, candied yams, whipped potatoes, corn in butter sauce, sautéed Brussels sprouts with bacon, corn soufflé, sweet potato casserole, green bean casserole, cranberries, baked apples, croissants, pumpkin roll, cranberry orange bread and two kinds of dinner rolls were all set out. The fine Wedgewood china, dinner silver, and crystal glasses sparkled in the light from the chandelier and candles. Toga announced the start of the meal and people readily dug in.

Toga sat at one head of the table, his mate at the other end. To his right sat his Sesshoumaru, with Kagome to his right. To his wife’s right sat Inuyasha, with Shiori to his. Though Kagome was oblivious to the seating arrangements, they held significance that was not lost on the other attendees. Sesshoumaru’s place was one of highest honor, reserved for a mate or first born son, and one he had denied himself since his mother passed away. For Kagome to sit to Sesshoumaru’s right marked her as his intended or mate, and his beast purred at the rightness of her place there, longing for the day when he could explain the significance to her.

Dinner was pleasant with sparse conversation as everyone took the opportunity to sample the wondrous fare set out for them. Uneventful until Inuyasha piped up, “Hey wench, can you pass the sweet potato casserole?”

Before he could even finish, the room reverberated with Sesshoumaru’s outraged growl. Capturing Kagome’s confused attention, she turned to the offended daiyoukai and questioned, “Sesshoumaru?”

Red tinged golden eyes turned to her as his hands balled into fists and he ground out, “Did you not hear what he called you?”

‘Oh.’ Placing her hand on his arm and willing him to calm down, she answered, “Sesshoumaru, I can see this has upset you, but you do not need to be offended for my sake. Inuyasha calls me that as a sort of private joke. He means no harm by it. It’s actually a kind of endearment.”

“But the meaning of that word—you truly are not injured by his calling you this?” Sensing her sincerity, he began to calm. Her touch on his arm was most distracting as it was the first time she had touched him. His sensitive, pale skin tingled where her skin met his sweater.

“I promise, Sesshoumaru. I know he means it in a loving way and not as an insult so it makes me smile when he says it.” Giving him a gentle smile she asked, “Feeling better?”

Eyes golden again, and thoroughly mesmerizing, he stared deeply into her eyes and said, “Hn.”

Captured in his gaze, Kagome could only stare back until Inuyasha cleared his throat moments later and she realized she was still touching him and jumped away like she had been burned, turning to her plate to hide her blush and taking a long sip of her wine.

Unable to resist, Inuyasha took every opportunity to call Kagome “wench” for the rest of the meal despite the dual glares from that side of the table and his mate’s foot kicking him under the table.

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