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Miko no Makimono	By : cakeiton Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 4431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Unlocking the Scroll

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Originally Beta’d by Leah, who is awesome!

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“Ka-Kagome…?”

The woman in question readied her bow again, aiming straight between the verbally stunned hanyou’s eyes. Annoyed, Sesshoumaru lowered his brow, clearly unhappy with his new found habit of running into pissed off mikos regardless of era, and kept his shining gold eyes locked on the onna as reiki danced off her skin, lighting up the night and ready to spiritually charge the weapon in an instant.

Inuyasha, too shocked by her presence, was not taking the threat seriously. Dry dirt coated the inside of his mouth and deep under his claws, but none of it was as uncomfortable as being caught in the look she was giving him. Standing over him with impossible youth and glowering anger, as if time froze just for her retaliation towards him, Inuyasha couldn’t help but stare back up at her. “How? Kagome…”

“No,” she demanded, cutting him off. “My time, my home, I ask the questions. Let’s skip why the hell you came back and tell me how-” she gestured with a clearly irritated nod at the motionless taiyoukai, “is he here?”

With an unimpressed “Hn” to vocalize his usual displeasured boredom, Sesshoumaru turned to stare off at the night lights of Tokyo. Standing still against the soft night breeze he took in the retched stench of the superficial falsities filling the lives of billions of humans that surrounded him. No one could tell by looking at his stoic mask, but internally he was curious to the point of resentment how the world turned out the way it did.

Inuyasha blinked a few times, trying to find an excuse to not address the presence of his cold half-brother or how they came through the well. It was not a conversation he was ready to have, and it seemed to him that Kagome was avoiding the fact that she hadn’t aged. They both would have to keep their secrets for a little while longer. He looked back and forth between the furious priestess and the demon lord when his nose gave him a way out. Pushing himself up and off the dirt courtyard he looked at Kagome, apathetic to her own question.

“Later, wench.” She scowled at her hated nickname, yet he continued, “Right now, I need ya to heal something.”

After all this time, and everything they’ve been through, he knew exactly how to affect her. It was as if tending wounds and ensuring safety were her purposes in life. Immediately, she lowered her bow and looked Inuyasha over, only then picking up the coppery smell of blood.

Dropping her weapon on the edge of the paved area she rushed to him, kicking up clouds of dust behind her. Her heart was too big and the well-being of others somehow always triumphed over her own. “Oh no, are you hurt? Is it bad?” Her hands started to feel his arms and chest over the rough fabric of his firerat haori, looking for wounds and the contact between them startled him. He couldn’t breathe as her hands searched his body. Though it wasn’t how he wanted, how he had dreams years after she left, it was enough to stir his imagination and he was quickly lost in his own mind.

“Um, Inuyasha?” His distanced yellow eyes came into focus on hers again. Subconsciously, he had grabbed her arms and started to stroke them lightly, quickly falling into an old habit, over the light, dirt riddled fabric of her blouse. She, however, was squirming to get out of his grasp. She looked embarrassed, having sworn to never touch him again, yet minutes after seeing him she was concerned for his safety and was searching him like an over anxious teenager. Old habits must die hard.

Quickly realizing the discomfort, he released her, letting her take a few steps back as Sesshoumaru clicked his tongue admonishingly, focusing out in another direction. At the loss of her warmth, and aggravation at Sesshoumaru’s mock, Inuyasha was able to center himself on the conversation again, happy to take the attention off of himself.

“I’m not the one who’s injured.”

They both turned to Sesshoumaru who flared his youki, warning the miko to stay back. Kagome knew he was generally unapproachable, but this heightened reaction surprised her. She moved her eyes over his body quickly, not wanting to anger him more, and saw his burnt and slashed left arm. It was bad, but she couldn’t imagine even shaking his hand, letting alone him trusting her enough to mend him. Kagome let out a single nervous laugh, which gained back Sesshoumaru’s threatening, dangerous eyes.

Yeah right! He can’t be serious!? She stared hard at the ground, avoiding his eyes and of what she feared she would see in them, when she resigned to her nurturing ways. “What do you need from me?”

He huffed. “This Sesshoumaru does not need you, miko.” His aura tried to push her back more.

Kagome was able to shoot him an angry glare before Inuyasha intervened, puffing his chest and yelling, “Bullshit! I can smell it from here and it ain’t healing!”

Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed an unnoticeable amount, but the irritated tension between the three was clear. For a moment they all stood at a stalemate and Kagome found herself staring at the blood pool that was slowly growing at the taiyoukai’s feet. With the lack of much light it appeared as a living pool of black maliciousness, glowing red on its ever rippling edges and seeping the air with the smell of tang and bitter poison. It truly appeared alive as the blood crawled up the fibers of his sleeve and throughout the fur at his shoulder, slowly taking over the once pristine youkai. The smell, the sight, and the implications suddenly became too much and Kagome felt weak. It had been a long while since she had seen that amount of blood. She was quickly recalling how in large amounts it becomes more vicious as it clots, how naturally and unsettling red it was when combined with the air and how the tangy scent penetrates your skin for hours. Suddenly, feeling very unclean and her own blood drain from her face as Sesshoumaru's drained from his arm, she had to sit down.

“Let’s continue this inside,” she offered as warmly as possible, but had her back turned to her visitors before they could accept. She reached down to grab her quiver and bow along the way and continued to the comfort of her own home, about to be intruded with the past she once wished to keep out.

She entered her home, set the weapon on the table, and sought out towels and first aid kit in the dark. Keeping her mind on the task at hand, she pushed back her queasy feeling from the courtyard. In an unintended and unnerving way, she was feeling like herself again. Surrounded by dangerous beings, cleaning up blood, mending the injured, mystery surrounding them, her concerns ignored and her body covered in dirt she was starting to wonder what it was she missed so much. Sighing, Kagome returned to the kitchen with the necessities and guiltily found herself silently wishing that they weren’t really there.

She flicked on the light to find Inuyasha scowling in one corner, arms stiffly crossed and his eyes attempting to pin Sesshoumaru to the sink. Kagome was a little surprised to see the demon lord’s consideration; his boots were taken off outside and the blood-soaked part of the fur from his shoulders was draped in the sink along with his arm and ruined kimono sleeve. He was looking at the random futuristic objects mixed with the ancient items surrounding the suddenly small space, but maintained a still expression.

While staring at the out-of-place inuyoukai Kagome addressed Inuyasha. “He seems too comfortable, too calm.”

Sesshoumaru huffed again and brought his eyes to her. “Your era does little to surprise this one, miko.”

She looked to Inuyasha quickly with a curious and slightly irritated glance. There was only one way Sesshoumaru could have known, and it was through Inuyasha, which made sense since they came here together. The hanyou just shrugged her irritation off again claiming, “Keh, he kinda figured it out.”

Inuyasha’s manners seemed to have not improved and they agitated her own propriety more than when she was just a teenager. Obviously annoyed, she dropped everything on the table.

“Okay, rule one, stop being an ass.” Both inuyoukais stiffened at her curse and Sesshoumaru growled low in his throat, not sure exactly who she was addressing. “Secondly, I have a lot of questions, but none of which are about us, understand?” Scolding him preemptively, she focused on Inuyasha, knowing if his manners hadn’t changed, then his handling of sensitive subjects probably hadn’t improved either.

Sesshoumaru’s expression didn’t move, but he was suddenly curious on what more happened between the miko and hanyou. He knew they were supposed to be mated, that he had been unfaithful to their promise, and she one day disappeared. Rin had been particularly upset by it, though his idiot half brother gave no explanation. At least one question was answered; she returned to her future era, as strange and slowly understandable that seemed to be. Somewhere deep in his thoughts he wished he could have answered Rin’s concerns about her favorite woman, however strange she seemed to have been, but he quickly pushed down the “what if’s” involving his now deceased ward.

Inuyasha’s white ears dropped to his head, but he nodded silently, looking at the ground. He turned and started walking through the house as Kagome nodded sharply to seal the agreement, then focused back Sesshoumaru.

“Now,” she clapped her hands in front of her, stinging the youkai’s sensitive ears, “First things first.” Grabbing a towel she approached the sink, mustering all her courage not to slow down or rethink what she was doing. He stared down at her as she got much too close to his person, but she was just staring at the bloody mess overflowing in her sink. It no longer looked black. It was red… vibrant, daunting, and painfully red. Kagome offered him the towel to wrap around his still bleeding arm and he took it with mild curiosity to the strange fabric and normal purpose for such an item. Once his arm was crudely dressed she reached over his now covered injury to the shiny metallic piece that jutted out over the furry, red chaos.

“Okay, move your hand. It’ll be cold, but it will warm up in a second.” Pulling up on the faucet Sesshoumaru only had a moment to try and process what was about to happen when a stream of icy water hit the crimson fur filling the sink. Kagome gasped as the fur flinched in contact with the water and she looked up at Sesshoumaru. His eyes were wider than usual and staring at her, promising harm, but not acting on it.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to voice the stream of thoughts racing through her head. Eyes darting back and forth between the almost quivering mass of fur and his dangerous slits of eyes, she was dumbstruck. She had seen it move before, but thought that was just his youkai will manipulating it.

You can feel that? No, can’t ask that.

What is it? No, that’s not good either.

Can I pet it?… NOPE, no way that will go over well.

Kagome focused her eyes on his again, looking just as menacing as before. She suddenly became irritated as he clearly was not responding appropriately to her hospitality and the use of her kitchen sink for gore clean up. A little courtesy should be expected from him, regardless of his ability to frighten cities with a look. Obtaining her own scowl she looked up at him unafraid. “Don’t look at me like that; I warned you it would be cold!”

He raised his head, almost snarling while keeping his eyes on hers, and opened his mouth to retort when Inuyasha rushed into the room.

“Oi, Kags, what happened to your room!?”

Rolling her eyes she broke the contact with Sesshoumaru. He was about to demand her attention again when he felt the water slowly become warmer, as promised. Unsure where the water came from or what causes the shift in temperature; he was satisfied enough just to clean up and figured he didn’t need to waste words with a ningen. He started rinsing out the sleeve and fur and allowed the unimportant conversation between the two happen without him, not paying attention to a word.

“It doesn’t matter, Inuyasha,” she replied through a sigh.

Inuyasha concentrated, unsure on how to address the fact that Kagome was still alive and unchanged. “How… um, is anyone else here?”

Kneeling down at the table to wait for her reluctant patient to finish cleaning… whatever it was… she folded her hands while responding, “Sota-chan is at university now and Mama moved into her own apartment. She wasn’t that interested in keeping up the shrine after Gramps died a couple years back.”

Inuyasha was shocked. The pieces were coming together, but he didn’t have the sense yet to figure it out. Kagome wasn’t the only one unaffected by time, but her family as well. Maybe it had just slowed down? That meant something important, but he couldn’t come with the answer just yet, especially in light of her losing a family member.

“Kags, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t.” Sharply cutting his off and looking into his eyes seriously. She kept the look until he backed down, maintaining her stance on not wanting to get too personal with him. It took her a long time to get over Inuyasha. She knew she could not see him as a lover anymore, but she was unsure if she wanted him as a friend again.

For a moment he looked hurt, then quickly returned to his rash behavior. “Keh, fine, don’t talk to me,” and turned away to explore again.

Closing her eyes Kagome breathed in deeply. She was unsure what to do about him in her life again, let alone two of them in her house. She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard spitting from the direction of the sink. Shifting to the noise Kagome stilled and had to stop breathing to keep from vocalizing her reaction.

Gross.

The blood soaked towel was bunched on the counter and his damp kimono sleeve was rolled up to his bicep as Sesshoumaru was licking at his wound, obviously not enjoying it, than spitting in the sink after every stroke of his tongue. She didn’t even think he could do something so undignified as spit, but since it was apparently for self care Kagome figured it didn’t look as odd as the fact that he was licking his wound like the animal he was. After three times she noticed him hesitate, but not for her sake. Kagome got up, pushing her unease back yet again and labeling his actions as ‘Weird Youkai Stuff’, than approached him.

“What’s wrong?”

For a moment he stared at his arm, and then looked at her, unsure how, or if, he should answer. Sensing her genuine concern he decided to continue, seeing no harm. “The taste is… different. My enemy seemed to have combined my youki with her power in her attack.” She stood next to him once again and he was displeased on how comfortable she seemed around dangerous creatures such as himself. She must be truly foolish.

His words just confused Kagome more and she figured it would be best to address one phrase at a time. “Your enemy?”

He nodded slightly. “The miko.”

She sucked in a breath before quickly releasing, “A miko!?”

He sighed impatiently and stiffened his shoulders, “You doubt this Sesshoumaru?”

Kagome shook her head rapidly to appease him, gesturing wildly with her hands. “No, no! Just, I’m shocked that a miko could damage you.”

“…Hn,” was the most regard he would allow to her unintended compliment.

She looked at his arm. “She combined her energy with your youki?”

He was no longer appeased. “You are questioning again, miko.”

She waved her hand to brush off his displeasure. ‘Whatever. What about the taste?”

If it wasn’t so curious to him as well he would have reprimanded the miko for her insolence. He thought for a few moments then responded, “It’s familiar, but altered. The youki from Bakusaiga deteriorates, though should not affect the source. However…”

Kagome cut him off, “She made your own youki a weapon against you.” She was awed at the amount of power that would have taken. He only nodded in affirmation of her conclusion. Biting her lower lip she thought for a moment. She had battled miko reiki under the influence of demonic auras before, and wondered if this was similar. She moved her hands over his arms, trying to feel out the energy. It wasn’t the same, but she was sure she could recognize the problem. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on doing what she could.

Sesshoumaru almost looked amused for a moment at the foolish young woman. “Miko, if this Sesshoumaru is unable to heal his own youki, a human certainly could not…”

Her hands glowed over his arm and he immediately felt the change. Kagome was focusing hard on her task while he stared surprised at the top of her head. She was more powerful than he remembered and was using her powers to help him instead of finishing the task of the child miko. He never considered the Shikon Miko a threat before, more of a constant annoyance; however, he would have to watch her more closely from now on. She appeared to never side with anyone, only what she thought was right, and had built a shaky alliance with him in the battle of Naraku over 80 years ago, but he wondered how deep her loyalties lied when it came to her natural enemies, even if Inuyasha had claimed her pack.

It took only a moment to understand what she was doing, but she voiced it anyway. “I’m going to try and get rid of the spiritual powers and maybe that will fix it. You think you can…” she remembered him licking his wound and gulped down her shudder, “heal yourself after that?” With all the powers she was using tonight, she hardly felt the oppression on her senses that plagued her over the past recent years. However, that headache was quickly being replaced by another. Two to be exact.

Retaining his composure he only answered with an “Hn.” She shook her head slightly at his pompousness as she finished with his arm. “Do what you need to do, but I want to bandage it up so you don’t bleed all over my house.” Not waiting for a response, or in his case a threatening glare, she sat back down at the table to organize what would be needed from the first aid kit. A sudden thought crossed her mind and she looked towards the stairs screaming out, “Don’t touch anything!” A small thump from upstairs told her she was correct in assuming Inuyasha was sneaking around, but she was too tired and to run up and scold him in person. Looking back at his brother, half-brother she added sarcastically, she noticed him staring at his arm, done with his preparations to heal.

Kagome reached across the table for the multi-colored cloth and reluctantly got up again to position towels on the floor directly to its right, motioned for Sesshoumaru to lay out the soaked fur across it, then sat at one end of the soft fabric. The taiyoukai did as requested, willing to let someone serve him as his position entitled, and kneeled down at the table, watching with passive eyes as she rubbed it between the terry cloth materials. She fluffed the soft fur as it dried by her hands, careful not to bend or be too forceful as if she could hurt him, and he almost snorted at her ironic nature. A minute ago she was yelling at him, and now she tended to him. She was really odd, and entirely too trusting. She gave out so much of herself and didn’t seem to require much in return. This miko was either completely genuine or a desperate fool.

Kagome really didn’t mind much. She once gripped onto the long, thick pelt with her life as they flew through the body of an evil half-demon. If she could use it to fly, she could dry it off. Plus, she didn’t want the floor to be drenched or Sesshoumaru to be stuck in the kitchen for hours, but was questioning if he had that amount of manners to stay put while it dried. Regardless, it was better than her home smelling like wet dog.

Towel drying complete she joined him at the table, sighing happily as she mentally checked off a to-do item in her head. Without explaining the items she got to work on his arm, forgoing the antiseptic to start with the cotton wraps.

“So… how did you get through the well?”

He blinked slowly when her eyes met his, clearly with the intent of not answering her question and she rolled hers in response. Both dogs were avoiding that question.

“Fine… how are things back in the… past?”

He looked down at his arm she was bandaging then back at her.

She huffed and squeezed her brows together as her nose wrinkled and lips became tight. “I’m just trying to make conversation!”

He took a moment to consider her request. When she roughly repeated the wrap with the beige stretchy bandages he asked, “Why do you still hold hatred for the hanyou?”

She stilled. Did he know? Did he know everything? She looked to his face for an answer, but found he wouldn’t give any. It never did.

“Why do you care?”

He huffed yet again and turned to look out the window. “It would seem a human with the ability to be unaltered by time would have more to worry for than an unfaithful mutt after 84 full changes of seasons, even if he did sire a child during your courtship.”

Something upstairs crashed and Inuyasha was at the entrance to the kitchen before the roll of bandages Kagome was holding could hit the floor. Sesshoumar’s eyes slowly looked back and forth between the two. Kagome was looking at him completely stunned, and Inuyasha was staring at her, unsure of what else to do. Wondering what part of his statement came as the surprise to the miko he waited for the inevitable question.

She was finally able to stutter, “Eighty… eighty four years!” Sesshoumaru nodded slightly, figuring years was her way of saying what he had. Gulping down a knot that was quickly forming, Kagome continued, “A… sired a,” in a whisper she asked, “child!?”

Again, he slightly nodded, adding, “You heard correctly, yet you insist this Sesshoumaru to repeat himself. It is improper.” Her face became red almost instantly and he internally swore he had never seen someone so angry before in his long life.

Turning quickly on her knees towards the doomed hanyou, she yelled, “BAKA!” as Inuyasha’s ear fell to his head again. He raised his hands up, unsure if it was to try to calm her down or protect himself as she stood up and flared her hands pink, squaring her body to face Inuyasha, clearly threatening him.

“When were you going to tell me?” Her head was lowered as she glared at him through her bangs, her vibrant blue glowing menacingly.

He blinked a couple a times before answering her question with his own, “What part?”

Her eyes widened. “Baka! What part?! ALL OF IT!!” She charged at him and he bolted for the steps. Though he was much quicker she was able to keep him in her sight, even through the dark, narrow passages of her home. “Baka, baka, baka, baka! BAKA!”

Inuyasha had run into her new room and into the farthest corner. She was in the doorway in an instant and picked up the first thing she could reach on her dresser as she pressed forward, uncaring to what she was using as projectiles.

“Eighty-four years, Inuyasha!! I’ve been gone eighty-four years?!?! It’s only been four for me!”

She threw a small jewelry box at his head which he avoided easily, yet kept in his corner. She picked up another object.

“Everyone is dead and you didn’t tell me right away! AND you have a kid, when you were supposed to be with me!” She raised her hand, “Hit the mark!”

The hairbrush hit the wall hard and left a faint pink trail behind it that brightened the unlit room. She stormed for her nightstand to find more weapons.

“Not only did you fuck some other miko, but got her pregnant too!?”

She reached out for the scroll, clearly not taking into account what it was, but Inuyasha saw what she was about to grab. “Don’t touch that! It hurts!”

Kagome gripped it tight before she could process his words. It was raised over her head when she saw his shocked look and her emotional turmoil was put on hold. She could touch it now, which was good. But…

“You tried to open it!?” she shot at him. He was giving her more and more reasons to kick him out and she felt a familiar subduing command dance on her tongue, begging to be used.

Inuyasha was unsure how to answer, but saw Sesshoumaru in the doorway staring at the scroll over Kagome’s head, still ready to use against the abused hanyou.

“It has blood on it!” Inuyasha yelled out, hoping to distract Kagome.

It worked. She blinked and lowered the scroll into her vision to look it over. Her curiosity started to pique when she couldn’t see any on the green cloth.

Inuyasha slowly approached her, moving around the bed. “Not on the scroll, on the wood. It’s stained with blood on both ends…” He reached out for it, but she snatched it out of his grasp.

“Back up.”

He scowled. “Fuck, lighten up, Kags. I just want to show you…”

She moved the scroll behind her back and turned to face Inuyasha. “Don’t call me that! I hate that name!”

Inuyasha spat back, “You never complained before!”

“Just tell me whose blood is on it!”

His face came closer to hers as his voice got louder. “I couldn’t tell, it’s too old, but give it to me, maybe…”

“No! Stay away! You said yourself it hurts, you obviously can’t open it!”

They were almost nose to nose as Sesshoumaru watched them bicker, quickly losing his patience.

“You obviously can’t either, bitch! You are just as useless!”

She really hated when he called her that. Lately, she hated when he addressed her at all. “This scroll is the reason the well opened again, and I found it, so don’t call me worthless!”

“Well, you can’t do anything more with it!” Inuyasha reached behind her and grabbed one end. She held tight to the other end of the wood dowel with the contents of the mysterious scroll sealed tightly around it as they struggled with it between them.

“Let go, Inuyasha!” She knew she couldn’t win this tug-o-war, but she wasn’t going to surrender, so she used whatever weapon she could.

Hearing Kagome’s confession about the well drove Sesshoumaru to action. He quickly went for the scroll himself claiming, “Enough!”

“Osuwari!”

Inuyasha let go as he crashed to the floor before the irritated taiyoukai grabbed his now free end, but Kagome held tight, not willing to give up what she had worked so hard for over the past year, what had caused this awful situation in the first place.

When Sesshoumaru’s right hand gripped his end tight the sutra glowed. All three stopped in an instant to see the small slip of paper radiate a soft magenta glow over the dark room. It pulsed three times then with a ting the sutra shattered into hundreds of harmless pieces that floated around the room before disappearing completely. The scroll unraveled slightly, loosening enough to promise revealing its secrets.

Sesshoumaru and Kagome’s eyes met over the dark space. The light from the hall silhouetted the tall demon in front of her, still grasping the scroll’s dowel she was also still holding, but she could see his molten gold eyes questioning her in a dangerous glare. Not having any answers she once again let out a single, nervous, and lost chuckle.

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A/N: Thank you guys SO much for the reviews/reads! It really is motivating to have people take time to look at your work and I just ed wanted you to know that it is not unappreciated! Thanks!
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