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This Sesshoumaru Burns	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 42732 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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A/N: I know I know. Dont kill me. I ran of ideas and it took me forever to get motivated to write this again. Im back and I think it will be a steady flow of chappies from now on. ...I think...dont quote meh >_>

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Chapter 08:
Kagome growled as she chucked her pillow across the room. She was agitated, irritable, and downright cranky. It’s been a long day and her only way to mellow out after a long hard day at work wasn’t at her disposal. No yaoi to read, her friends were at work and couldn’t talk, and Inu Yasha was not what one would call good company. It was suffice to say that she was miserable; absolutely miserable.
Two days. For two whole friggin days, she has been feeling odd, weird even. And she cant manage to find anything to distract her from this odd feeling that bugged her ever since she left the Feudal Era two days ago. She loved her job as a daycare assistant spending time with children and all but even their adorable young faces doesn’t help shake this feeling of….anxiousness. But then anxious didn’t really seem to fit her mood. It wasn’t a strong enough word…Eager? Yes, eager seem to describe her more accurately; too accurately now that she thought about it. And what made it all so much more annoying was that all her thoughts, feelings, and moods revolved around a certain demon lord. She often found herself wondering if he’s gotten better and returned to his old cold homicidal self. And if he hadn’t, will he need hand breaking his fever.
An image of the demon lord panting and writhing all over his futon made her insides quiver with…eagerness.
Kagome blushed furiously beneath her bangs and shook her head to rid herself of that delectable image. But then she nodded grudgingly. Yup, that word described her perfectly. God, she needed to do something about this …this…wackiness. It was driving her nuts.
She frowned at the loud cursing and shouting coming from down the hall through her opened door. Sounded like Souta and Inu Yasha, playing the game again. Usually she didn’t care, but their game play could get so heated that they’d forget that they aren’t the only people in the house. Even if she was the only other body here, that didn’t mean they could be rude.
With a sigh, she got up to head to her brother’s room to let him know she was at home and to keep it down. She pushed open her brother’s door and found them both on his floor in front of his sizable TV ducking and swaying side to side as they tapped furious on the buttons of their controllers. She looked on the screen to see two scantily clad overly endowed women jump back and forth as they battled. But the thing about this whole scene that chaffed Kagome’s feminine pride was watching the female fighter’s overly animated breast sway and bounce about like water balloons with epilepsy. Even standing still they bobbed.
She rolled her eyes. Men. Clearly a male chauvinist had a hand in making that game. Every woman knows that having knockers that size is a painful ordeal, and jumping around like that is next to impossible. But do you think care? No of course they don’t.
“Souta …” she started to say before he yelled in victory.
“Yes! Take that ya whiney cunt.” Rendered speechless, Kagome could only gap at her brother as he raised his fist in the air victoriously. Where on earth did he learn such crude slang?
Inu Yasha tossed down his remote and growled, “Yo mothafuckin’ ass cheated. Kags told me about you looking up special shit online to get one up on me. I aint fuckin stupid.”
“Admit it ya big pussy. I’m the greatest that ever walked this planet.”
“Yeah, well trying stomping ya puny ass around in my time spitting that bullshit. I dare ya.”
It was at that moment when both boys turned and started at the sight of Kagome gawking at them like they were performing a horror scene. She didn’t even blink or appear to breathe, making them really uncomfortable. They both shared a wary glance then looked back to her still gapping at them.
“Whatcha standing there gawking at?” Inu Yasha started rudely. “Got an eye problem?”
Kagome shook her head in disbelief. As always, he was such an asshole. She looked at Souta. “Whiney… cunt?” she squeaked.
Her younger brother shrugged. “Inu Yasha.” Like that was supposed to explain everything, though sadly it did.
She then looked to Inu Yasha. “Mothafuckin’… ass?”
The hanyou cleared his throat and shrugged as well. “Souta.”
After another moment, Kagome shook her head and left, completely forgetting why she went in there in the first place. Clearly they were a horrible influence on each other. But as far as language goes, that seem to be all her brother had allowed Inu Yasha to influence. He is still a good kid…at least she wanted to believe he was a good kid. Wait no…She shook her head. He is a good kid. She nodded her head finality. Yes, she was certain he is a good kid. Good grades, very sociable, and acts like the perfect gentleman…around everyone except her that is.
“Whatever.” She snorted as she went downstairs. Her feeling weren’t hurt.
Outside, she looked up at the diming sky. It was getting late. Frowning, she wondered if Sango had any problems with the women products she bought for her. She was getting awfully big for only six months making Kagome suspect that she may be having twins. Even Inu Yasha himself said that she smelt confusing to him. He couldn’t tell if it was a boy or girl inside her womb, so it was obvious they were paternal twins. So she had bought her vitamin supplements, a large water jug, and other little women necessities she might need.
Now Kagome was no expert on pregnancies. Without the suggestions from her mom, she would have been completely clueless as to what a pregnant woman needs. So she made a mission out of making sure Sango was comfortable during her pregnancy.
She peeked into the well to make sure Inu Yasha had taken Sango that bag she prepared this morning. When she spotted that very bag still sitting forgotten near the well, a vein pulsed angrily on her forehead. “That lazy good for nothing...” She muttered as she stomped down to the bag.
It was a good thing she didn’t put any perishable items in it or they would have went bad. She could’ve had sworn she asked that lazy hound dog to take them over this morning before she left for work. Apparently games and comic books held priority in his thick immature skull. “Men. Just wait until I get up stairs.” she gripped as she lifted the sack and started for the house. She drew up short at the steps and looked back to the well and worried her bottom lip with her teeth.
She could take it herself. What could it hurt to deliver it and have a chit chat with her friends then get back before tall, pale, and gorgeous come looking for her? She missed Shippou and she needed to make sure that Sango knew how to take the pills and use everything properly. “I’ll only be a moment. It’s not like Sesshoumaru would be waiting on the other side for me right?”
Taking a deep breath, she lunged for the well and sailed easily over the side down into the dark depths. Blue light flashed throughout the room as she warped to the feudal era.
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“I am highly aware that she’s not here monk. It’s her current whereabouts that I wish to know. And you will tell me.” Aimaru demanded calmly as he eyed the nervous couple in their humble little hut.
Surely they didn’t think he was so dull witted to not notice she wasn’t here. He knew she wasn’t here the moment he touched down on the edge of the village from scent alone. And if he knew where she was, did they think he would bother with wasting his precious time asking where she was?
The monk and the very pregnant slayer both shared a worried glance.
Really, was it that difficult telling him the simple whereabouts of a certain miko? Everyone keeping her whereabouts so secret went from intriguing him to annoying him. He knew without them telling him that she wasn’t here by natural means. All this secrecy was wearing thin on his usually calm nerves. But then, it wasn’t his life that depended on the elusive vixen so getting upset was unnecessary.
Calming, he asked the monk, “Why is her true location so secret?”
“I’m afraid you’re not acquainted well enough with Lady Kagome to know such things.” Miroku said with a tight polite smile. “Unless she wishes otherwise, it will be the Lady Kagome herself who should tell you, not me.”
Aimaru simply stared at the monk who started to sweat under his unblinking gaze. Good. He needed to sweat and worry a little for annoying him. “Indeed. Is it possible that I could send a message in askance of an audience with her?” He watched the couple share another nervous glance and rolled his eyes. Surely that’s not asking too much either? He wasn’t asking for their souls, just a simple location.
“Uh…well you see….” The monk started until the very miko in question shoved her way pass Aimaru into the hut mumbling obscenities about an absent minded hanyou.
Aimaru smiled broadly at the distracted miko’s entrance. She certainly saved him quite a bit of trouble and time tracking her down by showing up when she did. He had a cranky aunt to please with a speedy return after all and was more than grateful if not a little peeved for her rude entrance.
Watching her stomp across the threshold, he noticed that she looked a tad agitated, ominous even. Too bad her mood was only going to get darker the minute she realized he was there. It was only two days ago when he helped her escape his brother’s clingy fingers only to take her back to those very fingers she worked so hard getting away from. Oh yes. She was going to hate him today.
“Sango, I’m so, so sorry that lunkhead didn’t bring these things sooner. I know asked him to bring this bag this morning…” She huffed as she tossed the bag down and started to unpack the many odd items onto the floor.
Aimaru chuckled. By lunkhead, he assumed she meant that rough mannered hanyou she associates with. It was a very fitting name from what he seen of the half breed.
“Uh…Kagome….” The slayer started weakly while looking back and forth between himself and her sister figure.
He shrugged as the slayer then leaned against the doorframe and waited. It looked like it will take a minute before she would notice him anyhow, so why not get comfortable?
“It’s was a good thing there wasn’t anything in here that could spoil. Could you believe that cad was too busy playing video games all day?” she asked in an agitated shriek.
Aimaru cocked his head and kept waiting.
Smiling nervously, Sango called out again to warn her friend with a light tap to her shoulder, “Kagome…”
“Video games!? I mean what so fascinating about watching two big breasted cartoons jump around tearing each other to pieces?” the miko finally stopped digging through her over packed bag to glare up at her comrades with her hands planted firmly on her hips. “I guess if it was a matter of life and death, I would be long dead and rotted away by the time he manages to pull his eyes away from the screen. MEN!!”
Sango finally gave up and crossed her arm and glared at the miko.
“Enough about that moron, where my little Shippou?” she stood up and looked around for her adopted kit. She was so engrossed in her search that she still didn’t notice the six foot three inch tall demon leaning casually in the doorway. She finally granted her sister figure her full attention and scowled at her agitation. “What’s the matter Sango? You look how I feel? Miroku got happy with his hands again?” she looked pointedly to the monk and grinned. “Shame on you.”
Sango growled and stormed up the miko. “Oh for Kami’s sake…”she grabbed her friend’s head and twisted it toward the grinning demon watching her calmly in the doorway.
Ah, finally, some recognition. Aimaru shook his head at the blank look on the miko’s face.
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Her face smashed between her friend’s palms, Kagome was forced to look to the demon standing just a few feet from her in her friend’s doorway. When did he get here? “Oh, hi Aimaru.”
Aimaru’s grin grew wider making him more devastating with his beauty. “Hi, precious.”
Smiling dumbly, she nodded and turned to dig back through her bag to finish unpacking it. It took a minute or two, but she whipped around toward the demon with wide eyes. He had to be here for only one reason, a reason she feared coming back here in the first place. Her only saving grace was that it wasn’t the demon lord himself. “No.”
“At least here me out before you assume the worst.” He pouted as she moved away from him to stand behind Miroku. She knew the monk was no match for the demon should he really wish to take her, but she wanted a head start to flee the minute he lunges.
“I’m not going back. What’s-her-face made it clear she wanted me out of her palace and I plan to abide by her wishes.”
“What if I told you that it was she who requested your presence?”
Kagome snorted rudely. “Right, and I’m a vampire who loves to tan.”
When the demon frowned at her cocking his head curiously, she shook her head to dismiss her comment. She keeps forgetting that a lot of the things she says don’t make sense to people in this time. All that sarcasm wasted.
“It isn’t your death she wishes for miko. She wants you very much alive, believe it or not, for her son’s sake.”
“Her son huh?” Kagome narrowed her eyes at him as she crept from behind Miroku, much to the monk’s relief. “What’s wrong with him?”
“I’m afraid he’s a lot worse off than when you last seen him. He fell unconscious early this evening from his growing fever and my Aunt Inu Kimi wishes for you to return to his side. It was by my suggestion that you return.”
Peeved, Kagome stalked up to the taller demon wagging her finger in his face. “You traitor.” She accused hotly. “And here I thought we were friends of sorts and you go and throw me to the dogs. Literally, to the dogs!”
“Was it not you, who demanded I keep you posted on my cousin’s condition?” He asked calmly.
“Well yeah, but I don’t demand any…”
Aimaru stepped into her jabbing finger. “And was it wrong of me to assume that you care enough about the demon lord to want to aide him should he have dire need of your assistance?”
Kagome stepped back feeling guilty and defeated by his argument. She did care about how the demon lord was doing. In fact, she worried about him for the past few days since she left his side. Worrying and fantasizing…but mostly worrying.
Her inner conscience scoffed at her and she mentally kicked it. “No you weren’t.”
“As I said precious, he’s worse for wear at the moment. I’m not going to take you there by force, if that’s what you’re worried about. Whether or not you return to his side is entirely up to you. I’m simply the messenger and your escort should you decide to return with me.” He stepped back and waited.
Worrying her bottom lip, Kagome thought hard about this. She was worried about the demon lord and didn’t wish for him to be miserable, but she didn’t want to go back to the hostile environment of the palace. Besides a delirious Sesshoumaru, Aimaru and maybe a servant or two, everyone seemed anti-human. Though according to Aimaru, Lady Inu Kimi seems willing to tolerate her presence as well for the sake of her son. But then what of Sesshoumaru? It was mostly him and his delirious ramblings about mating that made her hightail it out of there in the first place. Not forgetting to mention what it takes to break his fever. Then there was the fact that he was bound to be upset with her for abandoning him. She doubt he would hurt her…Not the way he acted that day. She shivered. No, he most definitely wouldn’t hurt her. But he was going to do something to her that was for sure. Regardless of all that, that main thing was that Sesshoumaru needs her help, and she seem to be the only one who could provide it.
That annoying feeling of eagerness tingled up and down her spine. That eagerness to do… something. But what? Only thing she should be eager about is helping the demon lord. Not eager to see him, or eager to touch him, or molest…She shook her head to clear it of that dangerous thought. The general idea was that she was eager to help and she’ll leave it at that.
Mind made up, she looked to the waiting demon watching her patiently. “Alright fine. Just let me get a few things and I’ll be ready to go.” She may as well get this over with. The sooner the demon lord is cured of whatever ails him the better. She just need to make sure she makes herself scarce the minute he becomes his normal icy human hating self.
Oi! The things I manage to get myself into!
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Nodding, Aimaru stepped to the side to allow her leave of the hut then glanced back to the silent couple looking on with worried eyes. “You have my word that no harm shall befall your miko.” He paused as looked pointedly to Sango’s belly and inhaled deeply then smiled. “You are due to have twins. A boy and a girl it seems.” He left letting the shade fall back into place over the hut doorway behind him.
Well that was fairly easy. Here he thought she was going to throw a screaming fit about never returning to that god forsaken palace. Instead, all she did was cocked her pretty little head, nibbled her pouty lip and hummed before agreeing with a depressed sigh.
He spotted the miko walking somberly down a worn path around the back of the hut into the thickness of the woods. It didn’t take much to catch up along side of her with her shorter stride. “Could you look any more happy to return to the Western Palace?”
“Hmm?” she hummed as if returning from a place far away within her mind. She seemed to do that a lot. Vacate the plane of reality onto the plane of kami only knows.
“Never mind, precious.” He dismissed. She was confused enough and had enough problems on her shoulders. Namely a feverish demon lord who’s a hair short of his sanity. “So where are we headed?”
That question made the miko stop dead in her tracks and turned wide panicked eyes towards him. He could smell anxiety and fear rolling of her little form in waves. Scowling at her odd behavior, he waited.
“Wait here for me. I promise I will be no longer than ten minutes or so. Just stay here okay?” he just blinked. All this secrecy was only driving him mad with curiosity. Where the devil was her true home that she was so afraid to let him see it? “Okay?” she insisted.
Not liking the look of worry on her face, Aimaru relented with a sigh and turned on his heel towards the edge of the village. “As you wish, precious.”
Her aura had calmed considerably when he heard her call back to him. “I won’t. Just wait for me there.” HHHnjjjje spared a sidelong glance over his shoulder to her retreating form disappearing into the brush. “Indeed…”
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Kagome stormed up the stairs cursing a blue streak.
That damned Inu Yasha. If it wasn’t for him and his selfish, lazy, game addicted self, she would not have needed to go the feudal era and bump into Aimaru and have him make her feel guilty for abandoning Sesshoumaru in his time of need. Her, the guilty one, how that happened? She was taken there by force for kami sake. All she wanted to do that day was help. Not become a demon lord’s nurse and unwilling life mate.
Though a small part of her was actually thrilled to be able to see the demon lord again and possibly have a repeat of what happened a few days ago…Wait no. That isn’t right. It shouldn’t be right. Any woman with sense in her head should dread returning to the ravenous arms of a delusional demon lord, shouldn’t she? Not jumping for joy at the chance of being held hostage and possible molested by her patient. What kind of demented perverted miko was she turning into? Sure she was worried about the demon lord, but it was insane to think she missed him…or perhaps not. It was normal to miss someone right?
Yeah, but not someone like a delusional, perverted, happy handed demon lord that you barely spoke more than a hundred words to since you’ve meet him. Her conscious snorted inside her mind.
“Oh be quiet you.” She muttered to herself, sure that she has lost her mind. But then it was hard to lose something you never had wasn’t it?
Annoyed, she barged into her room to find cause of her misery lounging comfortably on herbed playing with Souta’s hand held game. Oh she had just about had it with this good for nothing idiot. Look at him, so carefree and oblivious to her problems just pecking away at the small little device in his clawed hands. “Gee thanks for taking that bag over to Sango for me Yasha. That was so nice of you.” She started sweetly. “It saved me the trouble of going to the Feudal Era myself and bumping into Aimaru who could make me feel guilty for abandoning your brother in his brother at the Western Palace.” She finished with a hiss.
Obliviously he didn’t hear a word she said. Instead, he carried on as if she was speaking of something as mundane as the weather. The jerk didn’t even have the decency to grant her eye contact to even pretend he acknowledged her. He only gave her a distracted nod and kept tapping away at the little game. JERK!
Fed up, she stomped over to the distracted hanyou to yank the pillow from beneath his head and promptly beat him with it. “You jerk!!” she beat the startled hanyou a few more times then finally pressed the pillow down over his face. “It’s all your fault I have to go to that god forsaken palace….again. AGAIN! Do you have any freakin’ idea how hard it was to get out of there?! Do YOU!!”
“Wha…” She heard the hanyou sputter through the pillow. Too bad she wasn’t strong enough to smother the bum. Watching him turn a lovely shade a blue would have done wonders for her dark mood. “W-what I do?” he snatched the pillow out of her hand and had the nerve to look up at her in shock like she was the crazy one. Perhaps she was.
“Nothing! That’s what you did.” she snarled. “Abso-friggin nothing!”
“Then how the fuck is it my fault if I aint do nothin?” Defeat themed music blared loudly from the hand held game in his hand making the hanyou growl darkly. “Now look what you made me do. You have any idea how long it took me to make it to this damn level?”
Levels? Levels?! Here she was doomed to return to the western palace to play nurse for his hated half brother while surrounded by human hating demons for the next week or so and he was worried about the levels?
Kagome felt her eye twitch. And would you look at that, her leash just snapped.
“Hey Kags…I was kidding. Kidding!” he said nervously as he back up against her head board away from her. “Wait…”
In a howl of rage, she tackled the hanyou to her bed and commenced to strangling him. Ah there’s that lovely shade of blue she’s been looking for.
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