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A/N: Thank you for the reviews!� Please, please accept my sincerest apologies
for the extended delay.� More in the end a/n.

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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.

Blank: Chapter Eight � Lessons

�You are still aiming incorrectly,
miko,� he said.

Kagome suppressed a grimace and
glanced over at Sesshoumaru.� He was
sitting on the grass near her, looking completely comfortable.� He sat in exactly the same position he�d been
in when she saw him the day she�d first awoken, but there had been a guarded
alertness to him then.� Now, although his
spine was as ramrod straight as ever, his one hand carefully placed on his
knee, that tension was utterly gone.� If
she didn�t know better, she would almost say he was lounging.� Not that Sesshoumaru lounged.� Ever.� But if
he did, it would probably look something like this.

She sighed a little and brought the
bow back up, sighting down the arrow, wondering if she was ever going to get
this right.� Her arms quivered slightly
with exhaustion, and she wondered how much longer she would be able to do
this.� It had been a week since� well�
everything.� The five (or six) of them
had fallen into a comfortable pattern in the past seven days.� Ah Un rested most of
the time, Rin picked flowers and danced and sang and cooked, Jaken whined,
Kagome practiced, and Sesshoumaru watched her.

Oh, but her arms ached though!� Mornings were for the bow, afternoons for the
tanto.� She
also helped Rin with the cooking, much to the little girl�s delight, and the
miko was quickly coming to cherish those moments alone with the girl, when they
would giggle and laugh and just enjoy being with each other.

She�d grown rather fond of Ah Un,
who stoically accompanied her to her daily bath.� Jaken was� well, a toad, annoying,
loud-mouthed and definitely a whiner, but she could appreciate his loyalty to
his lord.� And, amazingly, she was
beginning to find him a tiny bit endearing.

Her relationship with Sesshoumaru
had changed as well.

I
am not thinking about this right now, she thought, eyeing the small knot on
the tree that served as her target.� Kagome, you stop thinking about him right
NOW!

She loosed the arrow and, as soon
as it left the bow, she knew she had missed.�
It arced through the air, speeding towards the tree, bursting into a
fiery ball of pink purity and landing with a dull thud about half an inch to the right of the knot.� Kagome heaved a little mental sigh but was
also somewhat relieved.� If Sesshoumaru
would only chastise her for missing yet again,
at least that would take her mind off of� other things.

The miko heard the slight rustle of
his clothing as he moved and suddenly he was in front of her, gazing down at
her silently, examining her face.� Slowly
she lowered her bow, her aching arms trembling and she glanced away, keeping
her gaze fixed on some imaginary point off to the right.� He was just looking at her so intensely, like
he always did.� She should be used to it
by now, after a week of long, impenetrable gazes.� He�d kept up his habit of studying her but
she didn�t know if she would ever get used to it.�

She wasn�t stupid.� She knew that all of this � the training, the
stares, the touches � everything was part of some very elaborate dance, but she
felt like she didn�t know any of the steps while Sesshoumaru knew every move
perfectly.� So she fumbled her way
gracelessly through whatever this dance was while he whirled like a dervish
around her.� He had every advantage, and
they both knew it.

�One more, miko,� the daiyoukai
said quietly.� �Then you will be done
with the bow for the day.�

She nodded slightly, her right hand
automatically pulling another arrow from her quiver.� Kagome didn�t know when he went to replenish
her supply, but her quiver was always full, every morning.� She�d learned quickly that he liked to be
near her.� Not that there was much of an
outward manifestation of it � usually the only time he showed it at all was
when she came back from her bath.� That
was the only time when she was awake that she wasn�t close to him, either in his
sight or nearby.� As soon as he saw her
returning from her bath, either alone or with Rin in tow, she would see a
slight tension leave his body.� She
hadn�t even been sure she�d been reading him correctly the first day she�d seen
it, but it was the same every day and Kagome was certain of it now.� When she wasn�t near him, the daiyoukai was
tense, more on edge.� It was so slight
that it was almost imperceptible, but she saw it.� She wondered if he was even aware of it.

It wasn�t that she didn�t have
privacy � in fact, he seemed completely in tune with her needs and wants.� It was almost� creepy in a way.� Whenever she started feeling a bit
overwhelmed by his gazes and touches, he would back off or excuse himself and
leave.� He never went far, just far
enough that she felt like she was alone, even though she knew he was nearby,
either in the next room or just out of sight behind the treeline.� He would let her have her time alone with Rin
as well, but even then, she was aware that he was always near.

Sesshoumaru circled her until he
stood behind her and rested his hand lightly on her right shoulder, barely a
hairsbreadth of space between them.� He
was so close that she could feel the warmth of his body radiating against her
back even though the only true point of contact between them was at his
hand.� She didn�t jump like she had the
first time he had touched her like this.�
It was another aspect of the dance, this random physical contact, and the
miko had the sneaking suspicion that he was getting her accustomed to his
touch, his presence.� And, damn him, it
was working.� She�d been as nervous as a
colt a week ago when he�d started all this, and now she simply accepted things
as they were.� Sometimes, a tiny little
part of her seemed to be enjoying it, taking comfort in his attentive
nearness.� She usually ignored that part.

�Try again,� he murmured, his voice
husky and deep and so close that she felt his warm breath lick across the
sensitive shell of her ear.� Kagome
wondered if he could feel her tiny shiver, knowing that he had to be able to.

With a slight nod, she raised the
bow, ignoring how her hand shook from both weariness and his close proximity.

�Now,� Sesshoumaru instructed,
�nock your arrow.�

With one smooth, practiced motion
she fitted arrow to string and pulled back to her cheek, her weight evenly
balanced between her front and back foot, her stance loose and relaxed but
alert and ready, just as he�d taught her.�
His hand slid down her shoulder, lightly grazing the underside of her arm
through the silk of her miko�s kimono until he cupped
her elbow and gently adjusted the angle a tiny fraction.� And actually, it was just a bit more
comfortable, though she had to fight to keep a tremor from traversing up her
spine.

�Close your eyes.�

Kagome paused.

�Pardon?� she replied.

The daiyoukai�s hand moved again,
slowly back up her arm, grazing just the tips of his claws up the exposed skin along
the side of her neck, pausing so briefly to cup her cheek that she wasn�t even
sure if he had or if she�d imagined it before his hand settled over her eyes,
blocking her sight.� Kagome�s skin was
covered in goosebumps and her stomach was clenched
into a knot and she was trying very hard to ignore the fact that she was
getting damp.

�You rely entirely too much upon
your sight, miko,� Sesshoumaru chastised her softly.

She snapped her eyes shut, her
eyelashes brushing against the palm of his hand, and she knew that he was aware
of the fact that she had closed her eyes.�
She waited for him to remove his hand, but he seemed disinclined
to.� Dammit.� How was she supposed to concentrate when he
was so close, touching her and� wait.� Did he just� was he�?

Kagome froze when she felt him
nuzzle her hair again, just above her ear, and heard him inhale deeply.� Until now, he�d only brushed up against her
casually or touched her with his hand.� He
hadn�t nuzzled her since the night she�d attacked him, and even then he had
been doing it to comfort her. �This was
entirely different and decidedly more intimate.�
She could almost imagine the look on his face, his eyes heavy and
half-lidded, and perhaps he even had a little smile playing around his
lips.� Not that she�d ever seen him smile
� the closest she�d seen so far was that cocky smirk of his.� But her imagination smoothed the smirk a bit,
softening it into a sexy, bedroom smile.

�The scent of this flower suits
you,� he murmured just by her ear.

�Huh?� she managed to grunt out
eloquently.

She felt him straighten slowly, and
it took her several moments to calm her rapid pulse.� Belatedly she remembered the flower Rin had
tucked behind her ear this morning before breakfast, a small white one that the
miko hadn�t recognized.� She felt the
redness begin crawling up her cheeks, and that was the worst of it.� She would give� well, maybe she wouldn�t give
anything to be able to control the flow
of blood to her cheek, but she would give a lot.� Her blushes just made everything so damn obvious.

�Now,� Sesshoumaru said, his voice cool and businesslike again, �focus on your
power.� Feel with it.�

It wasn�t fair, she decided.� It wasn�t fair that he could turn himself off
like that.� Her knees were still
trembling and she could feel the betraying damp heat at the apex of her thighs
and Sesshoumaru could be discussing the weather.� She ached for him and he had to know it, and
now he wanted her to focus?

�Come now, miko,� he chided her
coolly.� �What if your kit was in
danger?�

Shippo,
Kagome thought.� Intellectually she knew
the name.� Sesshoumaru had been the one
to tell her about her adopted son, after all, as spare as the details had been.� But the name held no real meaning for her,
just as her own name had meant nothing to her when
she�d first learned it.� Still, just the
thought of a child in danger helped, and she found that she could focus much
more easily.� Now she could feel her
power within her, a great, bottomless wellspring of purity, quiet and tranquil
yet ready to burst forth when she called upon it.� She felt Sesshoumaru as well, the cloak of
his power surrounding her, wrapping her in a blanket of comforting, protecting
darkness.

�Focus more,� the daiyoukai
said.� �What if it was Rin who was in
danger?�

Rin in danger.� A fiercely protective instinct surged through
her at his words, and kami help the creature that threatened her little girl. �Kagome became calm and still, and suddenly she
became aware.� She was the wind rustling through the grass,
knowing which way she would bend the blades before she even touched them.� She was the bee supping on nectar in the
middle of the field of flowers.� She was
the wooden wall of their cabin, the pylons driven into the earth, the curled
pile of rope tied to the bucket on the ground by the well, she was the fluffy
white cloud, the squirrel frenetically searching out his acorns, she was the
acorn, she was the dirt and she was the sky and she was the air.

She was the knot in the tree.

And then her arrow flew, straight
and true, enveloped in the pink glow before it had even finished leaving her
bow, she was the bow, she was the arrow, she was the font of purity and on a
whim she poured herself into the shaft flying through the air, pulling upon
that wellspring inside, drawing the power forth and funneling it into the arrow.
�She was distantly aware of Sesshoumaru�s
hand leaving her eyes, his arm wrapping swiftly around her waist and she could
see it, the light, blazing brilliantly even through her closed eyelids, and
then his power slammed down around her, his energy going to deepest black,
stifling her, choking her.� She clawed
like a wild beast, her purity scrabbling for purchase against the perfectly
smooth darkness that enveloped her and a sudden prey-like fear filled her, a
panic instinct in the face of his control.�
Her focus snapped.

She was only Kagome again.

If not for his arm around her waist
she would have certainly collapsed.� As
it was she sagged against him, bone-weary and spent, the bow falling from her
limp hands.� He swept her up easily into
his arm.� She felt him sink to the ground
as he supported her, holding her close to him, nuzzling her hair gently while
he made a soft rumbling noise deep in his chest.� Kagome curled into him, letting his body warm
her suddenly freezing form, and she felt his fluffy thing (I still don�t know what the heck that thing is, she realized) wrap
around her, the fur acting like another arm holding her against him.� His hand reached up and cradled the back of
her head, shifting her so that her cheek was settled comfortably into the
hollow between his shoulder and his throat.

��I did not instruct you to do that,� Sesshoumaru admonished, his lips
against her temple.

�Hn,� she
replied faintly.

�However, miko, I think you now understand
why I rarely miss.�

Her last hn had taken too entirely much energy, so she simply
nodded ever so slightly instead.� That
was pretty much all she could manage.

Kagome�s thoughts drifted lazily to
four days ago, when she�d first learned about Shippo.� Their routine had been fairly well
established by that point, but she�d also discovered something two days after
she had attacked him.� She�d discovered,
quite by accident, that if she asked a question about herself, Sesshoumaru
would answer it.� As soon as she realized
that he would be forthcoming about her, Kagome had shared her only true memory
with him, the one of the poison cloud.�
The daiyoukai had confirmed the incident, though the details had been
noticeably lacking.� He�d come upon the
hut and killed the poison master.� End of
story.

�What about a hand wrapped in
prayer beads?� she had asked.

Sesshoumaru had nodded (once).� �The monk that you traveled
with.� He had a void in his hand
that he kept bound by prayer beads.� He
was there as well.�

Kagome had sat quietly for a
moment.� �I traveled with a monk?� she
had asked.

The daiyoukai had shrugged, looking
slightly bored.� �Miroku.� My
half-brother�s pack was quite eclectic,� he answered.

Kagome had almost rolled her eyes
at that.� Quite
eclectic indeed.� This coming from
a demon lord whose pack was a toad, a dragon, a nine year old girl and, now, a
miko.

Then, the next night after that
conversation, she�d worked up enough courage to ask him the question that had
been wriggling in her brain for days.�
�Sesshoumaru-sama,� she�d begun when they were alone after dinner that
evening, �did� did Inuyasha have green eyes?�

His gaze had already been on her,
but he�d regarded her silently for so long that she thought he might not
answer.� Finally he�d frowned ever so
slightly, and replied, �No, they are similar in color to mine.�

�Oh,� she had said softly, glancing
away from him.� She�d picked up her cup
of tea and taken a sip before he continued.

�Your son has green eyes.�

Even now, feeling like all the
energy had been sucked out of her and with four days to buffer that statement,
Kagome still felt a little ripple of shock.�
After he�d said it, she�d simply stared at him silently, unable to
speak.� A son.� She had a son.� A green-eyed son who had a mother that hadn�t
even known he existed.

�I have a son?� she�d finally
managed to croak out.

Sesshoumaru had nodded once.� �You are not his birth mother, but you
adopted him nonetheless,� he had continued.�
�He is an orphaned kitsune.�

She�d stared at him, unblinking, as
an eternity passed.

�Why didn�t you tell me this
before?� Where is he?�

Kagome had meant to hiss it out,
but instead her voice had sounded quiet, almost broken.� She had been so much more than angry � she�d
been hurt, confused, frightened.� What
other surprises lurked in the empty void where her memory should be?� How and when would he spring them on her,
this demon lord who held all the cards?

The daiyoukai had shrugged ever so
slightly, looking intensely bored.� �You
had not asked, miko.�
And your kit is being attended to.�

As she had stared at him, she�d
realized two things almost simultaneously.�
First, the more bored Sesshoumaru looked, the more interested in
something he was.� Second, she realized
this was another part of the game, the dance that they were engaged in.� He wasn�t going to tell her anything unless
she asked about it.

Kagome wondered if this was his way
of not overwhelming her with information before she was ready for it.� It made sense in a way, and it was certainly
in keeping with how she was beginning to understand Sesshoumaru�s way of
thinking.� If she didn�t ask, then she
wasn�t ready to know.� That sounded just
like him.� Of course, it was also
amazingly irritating � how could she know what to ask about?� Her only memories were a flash of green eyes
and the poison cloud, and that was hardly enough to piece together her past
with.� She�d not even asked much about Shippo, just enough to try and find out a bit of what he was
like.� Somehow, she felt skittish talking
to Sesshoumaru about her adopted son, though she trusted that the daiyoukai had
indeed taken steps to reunite her with her kit.�

The miko curled closer into him,
letting his warmth suffuse her freezing body.�
He was still making that rumbling noise, but it was softer, gentler
now.� She realized that she�

Wait,
Kagome thought.� But she was too drained to
stop herself.� While a tiny part of her
mind rang out a shrill alarm, the rest of her was content to lie pressed up
against Sesshoumaru.� Maybe even happy,
though not the sort of happy she would have expected.� She didn�t know why she was fighting so hard
against this, this wanting.� In this
moment, too tired and weak to struggle against it anymore, a little part of her
admitted that she wanted nothing more than to remain in his embrace forever.

Should she even continue
fighting?� He wanted her, she wanted him,
he would protect her and care for her for the rest of
her life.� Kagome wasn�t sure how she
felt about the daiyoukai � she was sure only that she wasn�t in love with him,
but a tiny part of her was scared senseless that she might be falling for him.� Another part of her didn�t even know if she could fall in love with him.� Normally she would think yes � he was
considerate, protective, sexy as hell, and he wanted
her.� And yet� a part
of her rebelled against even the thought of loving him.� He was doing everything right, but a tiny
inner voice kept warning her that Sesshoumaru doing everything right was wrong,
incredibly wrong.

Kagome�s train of thought was
broken when she felt him nuzzle her hair again as he slid his nose down over
the shell of her ear, before dropping his head further and brushing against the
sensitive skin just below and behind.�
The miko shivered, but this time it wasn�t from the freezing ache that
had suffused her.� Now that she thought
about it, she realized she wasn�t cold anymore.�
Oh no, not at all.

�Once we are mated, I will have a
kimono of these flowers woven for you to wear to our bed,� Sesshoumaru murmured
before gently nibbling her earlobe.

Kagome gasped as an almost painful
throb of need ripped through her abdomen.�
Oh kami.� Oh kami.

His head moved lower, nibbling down
the side of her neck, and she could feel the razor-sharp prick of his fangs as
he carefully didn�t pierce her flesh.� He
could easily tear her apart, she knew that now, but he was being so gentle to
her.� A dark, dangerous excitement
thrilled through her veins, and the last of her exhaustion was swept away by
her rapidly exploding desire.

Sesshoumaru paused for a moment,
and she heard him inhale deeply through his nose.� He growled triumphantly, low in his throat,
and the miko felt a blush start as she realized exactly how sensitive his nose
was.� He pulled back abruptly, gazing
down into her wide blue eyes, his own swirling amber flecked with red.� There was a gleam in them, a gleam that
caused Kagome One to raise a piercing alarm in her head while Kagome Two became
irritated at the smug look on his face.�
Kagome Three could care less if he thought he was the victor � she
wanted him as much as he wanted her, and she knew she had conquered him as
thoroughly as she had been conquered.

Just as Kagome Two was about to
open her mouth to say something stupid (Run
run run! insisted Kagome One; Get on with the sex! thought Kagome
Three), the daiyoukai spoke again, his voice so husky and filled with passion
that she hardly recognized it, the sound of him silencing both Kagomes One and Two.

�I will crush the flowers into your
skin, and then I will cover you with my scent so that all know to whom you
belong.�

Oh,
Kagome sighed silently to herself.�
Kagome One began to clamor faintly, but the rest of her decided to just
ignore that part of herself.� She wanted this, after all.� Maybe it wasn�t smart, maybe it wasn�t wise,
but she wanted this.

Suddenly Sesshoumaru whipped his
head to the side, nostrils flaring.� A
slight look of annoyance flared across his face before it was smoothed back
into the blank expression he normally wore.�
He turned to look down upon her again, his gaze weighty and calculating
and almost cold.� Kagome shivered again,
this time not with desire.

�You know who you belong to, miko,�
the daiyoukai said, his voice low and fierce.�
Kagome opened her mouth to deny it, but her breath was taken away as he
leapt into the air in one powerful move.

Then they were speeding away, borne
up by a sparkling cloud.

***

A/N: So, I found this chapter exceedingly
difficult to write.� Originally the muse
had me start wrapping things up, etc.�
Then she and I had a disagreement.�
Actually, it was more like a knock-down, drag-out brawl.� It went something like this:

Muse: �Let�s have a happy
ending!
CG: �I thought we were always
planning on a happy ending.
Muse: �I mean a really happy
ending!� We�ll give them
lots of babies and happiness and joy, Sess will adopt
Shippo, everyone will be a big, happy family�
CG: �Er,
ok.� I guess.� Maybe.� But, you know they are going to have to go
through some bad stuff to get there.�
This is Sess and Kag
we�re talking about here.
Muse: �And Sesshy-poo is so cute and cuddly, sweet and protective�
CG: �Are you listening to me?� Wait.�
Did you actually just say Sesshy-poo?� And cuddly?� Are we talking about the same Lord of the
Western Lands?
Muse: �I think Fluffy-kun
should be nice.� Let�s make him nice!
CG: �What the hell are you
smoking???
Muse: �And then you can start
working on that other fic.
CG: �I told you.� We�re not talking about the next fic until this one is done.
Muse: �That one should have a
happy ending too!
CG: �Well yes, but� hey, stop
changing the subject!
Muse: �Who else do you want
to pair up in the next fic?
CG: ��
<fistfight
ensues>

Anyway, after scrapping the absolute
drivel that was originally Chapter 8 and completely rewriting it, we have now
come to terms � I get to finish Blank my way, then I�ll devote myself to
the new fic.

Now that the muse has stopped
smoking illegal substances and getting all WAFFy on
me (not that I mind WAFF, but that isn�t the main purpose of this story), we
have a much better understanding as to which way Blank is going.

Also, I�m not entirely sure why Sess has developed a flower fixation in this story.� I guess he likes things that smell nice.� Just don�t expect him to show up with a
bouquet.

To JadedInu:
�Shippo is being attended to. <grin>

Thank you all so much for your
reviews.� Hopefully I�ll still be able to
pull a surprise or two out of my little bag of tricks.
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