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For Curiosity's Sake	By : Daveesha Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 11474 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-For Curiosity's Sake
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
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Several weeks passed, and still Sesshomaru's battles continued, giving him no respite with which to seek out the young priestess. Strangely, though not as strange as he would have thought even a few months ago, the passing of time registered in his mind. His meeting with the girl had been postponed by the machinations of the other twice-cursed half-breed in his life. Naraku's constant running had spawned a headache in the great lord, one of the few that he had ever known.

The undead priestess had apparently perished, though given her knack for survival, it seemed unlikely that her death would be any more permanent than the previous instances. Turning his back on his half-brother, he had left, pursuing other matters. Between rogue demons attempting to chip away at his borders, tracking leads about Naraku, and keeping watch over his ward and retainer, almost a month had slid by before he had an opportunity to keep his meeting with Kagome. Of course, when he stretched his senses for her, she was nowhere.

A few days later, she reappeared, popping into his consciousness as she did with her trips through the ancient well. She didn't move from the clearing, but instead expanded her aura, reaching out. Upon touching him, her aura sharpened and focused in his direction.

Interesting. He began walking in her direction. Her aura relaxed and receded, patient. He reached the clearing, and saw her perched atop the Bone Eater's Well, swinging her legs and gazing at a flock of birds passing overhead. Sesshomaru paused, considering the implications. Here he stood, overlooking the clearing in which she waited. She had purposefully gotten his attention, and he had come. A distant corner of his mind bristled at the idea that he'd dropped his plans and went to her when she called him, though this part was also quickly and thoroughly squashed by the overwhelming curiosity that he felt about the purpose of her summons, as well as the boldness that she displayed in doing so.

She watched him as he strode into the clearing. She bore a small, but warm smile that creased the corners of her eyes. “Sesshomaru,” she said, addressing him. “You came.” Her voice was as warm as her growing smile.

“Yes. Why did you call me? What is it you wish to discuss?” Standing in her presence, the part of his mind that rankled at being summoned by a human rose again.

“I...” she trailed off, looking at her feet. She was silent for a moment before starting again. “I thought I felt you nearby. You know, a couple of weeks ago, when I got poisoned by Mukotsu. I,” she paused again, flushing. “I wanted to thank you for checking on me.”

“Hn.” He turned his head, gazing to the west. He was suddenly aware of his heart's beating. “It was nothing.”

From the corner of his eye, he saw her gazing at the side of his face for another moment before looking at her feet. She nudged absently at a fallen leaf with her toe. “Well,” she began, still not looking back up, “thank you. I appreciate the help. I also want to apologize for calling you...by your brother's name.” She seemed to omit the offending name on purpose, perhaps to keep from further angering him.

“Hn.”

She turned the leaf over with her foot. It crunched a little. “We never got the chance to talk. I mean, I never got the chance to tell you about my home.” She looked up through her hair at him. “Would you like to now? Talk, I mean.” He nodded without turning back to her. “Umm.. Well,” she fumbled with her words. “You see, um, I don't really come from Edo.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at her. “That, Priestess, is abundantly apparent.”

She flushed a deep crimson and stared at her feet again. “I come from a place called Tokyo; it's what Edo is, um, named in the future.” He looked at her, wary. She fell silent for a moment, and stole a glance up at him before looking down again. “Um. Five hundred years in the future,” she finished in a small voice.

The girl had never displayed any skill at deceit, in fact, she never tried to lie, that he had seen, unless it were in an attempt to spare her friends worry on her own behalf. It was highly unlikely that she would do so now, especially in seeking him out to share her secrets with him, however improbable those secrets were. He decided to let her continue. “Please, continue,” he said.

She let out the breath that she had been holding, and relaxed visibly. She smiled a little at him, perhaps from gratitude at his lack of disbelief, and continued telling him of Tokyo. She spoke of her family, and of her home. She apparently lived in this very spot, and there had been a shrine erected around the Tree of Ages and the Bone Eater's Well, on which she sat. She spoke of school, in which all children of all social strata were educated. Her clothing, it would seem, was the uniform that she was required to wear to this place, as were all of the young ladies; the boys had a different uniform, as did students of other schools. She didn't know much of the politics of her era, though she promised to bring him a book or two.

“Books?” he inquired with some interest. “Books are not reserved for the monied nobles, then?”

“Nope,” she giggled. “Books, and other printed things, are produced in large quantities in my time. A man named Johannes Gutenberg invented something called a printing press within a hundred years of now, and with increases in the technology, it's become easily accessible to everyone by my time.”

She spoke of these things with pride. From what he had garnered of her, she was a serious student, though her being here conflicted with her studies. Was the pride from having remembered these facts? “Do you have any of these books with you? I should like to look at them.”

“Oh! Yes, I do have some, actually,” she said, reaching for her yellow sack. She pulled out a large and heavy book, as well as a smaller one, and handed them both to him. The smaller one had a thick paper covering, and embossed characters. The familiar words looked foreign to him, as he gazed at their smooth edges and bright, glossy colors. He carefully opened the book, carefully maintaining his stoic look of interest as he marveled at the even, tiny characters neatly printed on the paper. He picked up the other book and clicked his nails on its hard cover. “That's a textbook,” she informed him, “It's what we use in school.”

“Hn.” The paper in the textbook was smoother than the other book, and a glossier white. The characters were no less neat, though there were now pictures to accompany the words. The pictures were far more detailed than any painting that he had ever seen.

“It's called a photograph,” she told him. “The picture, I mean. In my time, we can print those, too.”

“Hn.” He slid his fingers over the page, and then opened the smaller book again. The paper in the textbook seemed to be of much higher quality than the rough and grey-brown paper used in the small book. Clearly there was much for him to learn about her and where, or rather, when she came from. The way that she freely shared information, it wouldn't be hard to learn from her.

He asked a few more questions about the aspects of her life, and the world that she lived in, but he mostly listened to her story. They spoke until the sun dipped near the horizon, when she realized suddenly what time it was. She made a squeaking sound and jumped up, stuffing her things into her bag. “Please excuse me, Sesshomaru, I really need to go. I'm sorry for being rude, and running off like this, but I—” She stopped her prattling and looked up at him. He hadn't moved or said anything, though he now wore a smirk at her haste.

Her heart gave an audible thud as he stood and took a step closer to her. “No excuse is needed. Thank you for telling me of your home.” In spite of himself, he reached out to her and tucked an errant hair behind her ear, using only his claw to do so. Her heart thudded again. He inclined his head slightly, and turned, walking away. He could feel her eyes on his retreating figure as he disappeared into the woods.

He walked until he came to a clearing. Seating himself under a tree, he mused over the day's events. This girl, this human girl... How was she able to maintain her mysterious pull, even as she freely shared her company and information? How indeed. He sat motionless in the waning sunlight, and through the first half of the night, the girl, Kagome, at the center of his thoughts.
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