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Last time:

�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.

Blank: Chapter Nine � Here
Comes the Sun

They flew in silence for several
minutes while Kagome�s thoughts churned.�
He could fly.� She�d been right on
the edge of giving in and maybe sleeping with him (What maybe? asked a snide mental voice), and she didn�t even know
that he could fly.� Once again, she�d let
his good looks and undeniable sex appeal and her own hormones cloud her common
sense.� What am I doing? the miko wondered.

�Hey,� she said, her voice whipped
away by the wind.� Sesshoumaru didn�t
even glance down at her.

�Hey!� Kagome yelled.� When he remained unresponsive, she placed
both of her hands flat against his chest and shoved.� He didn�t budge.� It was like shoving against a
mountainside.� A pale, smooth-skinned
mountainside that radiated a blazing heat against her and smelled vaguely of
musk and a heady mixture of herbs, a mountainside that she just wanted to
stroke and lick and�

Would
you STOP that! Kagome screamed mentally.

Hmm?
her hormones replied with an innocent look.

That�s when it began to rise up in
her, that unnamed feeling that she had since learned to call Her Temper.� Her guilt had kept it quite tidily wrapped up
while the daiyoukai had been considerate and attentive.� She�d also been off balance, feeling so weak
and helpless without her memories that she�d been content to let Sesshoumaru
take care of her.� Her Temper hadn�t
shown itself since the night she had turned on him a week ago.

In other words, she was overdue.

�Let go of me, you big jerk!�
Kagome shrieked, beating at his immobile chest with one tiny fist.� She tried to wriggle in his grasp, but his
arm and furry thing trapped her close to him.

Finally his gaze slid down to her,
and she felt an angry blush spread across her cheeks at the amusement she read
there.� �Are you quite certain you wish
me to release you now, miko?� the daiyoukai asked almost conversationally.

Kagome glanced down and snapped her
mouth shut.� They were very high up,
flying over a seemingly endless forest.�
Her stomach clenched queasily at the sight, and she unconsciously
pressed herself closer to Sesshoumaru.�
She felt his furry thing tighten around her, and she had a moment where
she almost shoved against him again.�
However, her fear of heights won the day and she bore it silently,
fuming, not bothering to look up at his face.�
She was sure he was smirking, but she wasn�t going to give him the
satisfaction of acknowledging it.

Close to forty five minutes later,
their little cloud started drifting lazily downwards.� She shoved away from him as soon as their
feet touched the ground.� They�d landed
in a small clearing in the forest and she retreated from the demon lord, eyeing
him warily.� He watched her go, one
eyebrow quirked upward and amusement still sparkling in his eyes.� Kagome wasn�t sure what irritated her more �
the fact that she knew that he�d let her retreat, or that he knew that she
knew.

�I want to go back to the cabin,�
she said, crossing her arms and putting a very serious expression on her face.

The daiyoukai tilted his head to
the side, eyeing her.� �After,� he said
softly.� �First, you run.�

�Excuse me?�

She would have said more, but the
words died in Kagome�s throat as she stared, wide-eyed, at the demon lord.� The slight smirk was back, the one that she
could almost pretend was a smile, and she stood frozen in place as
Sesshoumaru�s hand went to his obi.

�Are you sure you do not wish to
run?� he asked in his low, seductive voice, one eyebrow rising elegantly as his
smirk deepened.

As soon as his hand busied itself
on the knotted tie at his waist, the miko squealed slightly and clapped her
hands over her eyes.� This is not happening, this is not
happening, this is not happening, her brain chanted while her gut filled
with an eager dread.�

Sex.� In the middle of a forest.� With Sesshoumaru.� A naked Sesshoumaru.� A very
naked Sesshoumaru.

Kagome squeezed her eyes even more
tightly shut behind her hands, shaking her head slightly as if to dispel the
images that insisted on forming behind her eyelids.� She tried desperately to ignore her rapid
pulse, the empty ache in the pit of her stomach.� This was Sesshoumaru.� He filled her with a thrilling, dark
excitement, but she still knew instinctively that this whole situation was wrong.

She felt a soft puff of wind blow
her hair back slightly and then she felt him, the heat blazing off of his body
as he stood close behind her, as close as when she�d been aiming her bow.� Kagome shivered slightly, and nearly yelped
when she felt his hand move her hair to expose her neck.� He was too close, much too close as he
murmured in her ear, �Run, my little Kagome.�

The rational part of Kagome knew
that running was exactly what Sesshoumaru wanted her to do, and she knew that
in this situation, giving Sesshoumaru what he wanted was a Bad Idea.� She was even beginning to get herself back
under control as well as calm her pounding heart when he growled by her ear.

She ran.

She didn�t mean to.� She really didn�t, but his low growl brooked
no argument.� The most primitive part of
her reacted to his growl the way any small animal would have to a predator, and
Rational Kagome watched in dismay as Instinctive Kagome bolted.� As soon as her feet took flight, however, the
miko was overwhelmed with a sense of d�j� vu.�
Even as she skidded out of the clearing, so far chased only by
Sesshoumaru�s growl, she knew she�d
done this before.� This� chase� she�d
been chased before and�

Bright, unexpected anticipation
surged through her.

Kagome hiked up her red hakama and ran faster.�
It didn�t matter that he wanted her or that she wanted him.� What mattered was that this was wrong, wrong,
wrong!� The excitement he stirred in her wasn�t quite
enough to drown out the little voice in her head that was trying to save her
from the daiyoukai.� Even though she knew
it was useless to run, perhaps even useless to fight, that wasn�t going to stop
her.� It seemed it just wasn�t in her to
give up.

She had to be smarter than this
though, Kagome realized.� The thought
brought her up short and she paused, listening intently.� She didn�t hear anything except the normal
sounds of the forest, although that didn�t mean he hadn�t already started
pursuing her.� Still, if she only had
some time, she might be able to get away from him.� The miko�s blue
eyes scanned the forest floor, and she paused when she spotted several clumps
of wild shiso.�
It wouldn�t be enough, but it would do for now.

Kagome quickly picked the young
leaves of the pungent herb and took off running again, rubbing the greenery
against her exposed skin and releasing the strong, mint-anise scent.� She tore the little white flower that
Sesshoumaru was so fond of from behind her ear and dropped it, then rubbed the shiso over her face and hair.� Now she smelled, to her nose anyway, quite
strongly of unfinished umeboshi*.

She tucked the bruised leaves into
her obi and continued running.� She ran
for five minutes, then ten, still with no signs of pursuit.� Kagome slowed, then stopped, looking around
nervously.� It couldn�t be this easy.�
Biting her bottom lip in indecision, the miko stood unmoving for several
long, precious moments.

Alright,
she thought to herself.� Even if he�s toying with you, you still have
to try your best.

Kagome�s eyes fell to a muddy,
leaf-covered puddle near a large tree to her left, and an idea popped into her
head.� She moved to it quickly and began
scooping up handfuls of mud, covering herself.�
Soon she was coated in mud from head to foot, and she shifted
uncomfortably at the slimy coolness of it against her skin.� She was sure the idea wasn�t original, that
she�d somehow seen something like this before, but it seemed a sound enough
plan even though her clothes were now ruined.

The miko moved cautiously away from
her puddle, not wanting the mud to slide off of her.� She picked her way through the forest as
quietly as she could, trying not to leave any tracks.� She had no idea how successful she was, but
as more and more time passed with no sign of Sesshoumaru, she started to feel
just the tiniest thread of triumph.� Now
all she had to do was�

Kagome stopped, dread clutching her
stomach.� She actually had no idea what she was supposed to
do.� She didn�t know anyone except for
Sesshoumaru, Jaken, Ah-Un and Rin.� At
the thought of the little girl, doubt tore through the miko.� She couldn�t just abandon Rin!� The girl was already practically a daughter
to her, and she couldn�t imagine just leaving her.� Plus she had no weapons, no food, no money,
no clothes besides the mud-encrusted ones she was already wearing.� And no memory.� Sure, Kagome had little snippets here and
there, but it was hardly enough to make it on her own.� Maybe she could find a village, stay at a
shrine until she figured out what to do, but the miko also knew that she was
part of some war against that Naraku guy.�
She doubted he would wait for her to get her memories back before
striking if he happened to find her.

She growled in frustration and
punched the closest tree, feeling her knuckles split against the rough
bark.� Kagome paid hardly any attention
to the pain and ignored the warm drip of blood from her hand.� Instead, she leaned her forehead against the
tree and closed her eyes, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

�You have come to terms then,
miko?� she heard from behind her.

She laughed, a low, bitter sound,
startled at how little the laugh sounded like her and completely unsurprised
that he was there.� �Did I ever have a
chance?� she asked, not bothering to turn around.

Kagome felt rather than heard him
come up behind her.� �The shiso was a start,� Sesshoumaru offered.� �And the mud was inspired.� Were I a lesser hunter, I would have had
difficulty tracking you, my little one.�

She felt one claw-tipped finger
drag down the length of her spine through her kimono, and she shivered as
excitement welled within her.� �Always
ingenious and resourceful, always fighting,� the daiyoukai murmured close to
her ear.

Kagome whirled around, frustration
sparking in her eyes.� Sesshoumaru was
standing just a hairsbreadth away, fully clothed.� So even that had been a trick.

�I gave up in the end,� she hissed,
angry tears welling up.� She squeezed her
eyes tightly shut, feeling just a few of them leak past her lashes.� �So if your little lesson is over, I want to get back to the cabin and get cleaned
up.�

He was silent for so long that
Kagome started to feel a little nervous.�
The mud was beginning to dry on her skin, and she resisted the urge to
scratch at it.� Curious and unsure, she
opened her eyes.� He was still towering
over her, his face carefully blank, but he was studying her as if� as if
something had occurred on him.� She saw
it in his swirling, golden eyes.

�What?� she whispered, her anger
forgotten.� �What is it, Sesshoumaru?�

He frowned down at her and shook
his head slightly.� �Perhaps,� he said
almost to himself before his gaze focused on her again.� �You must never forget that you are an implacable
foe, Kagome,� he continued, raising his hand and stroking her mud-covered cheek
lightly with the pads of his fingers.� �It
is one of the reasons I will have you as my mate.�

Heat flared in his eyes, and Kagome
would have taken a step backwards if there had been room.� The excitement bubbled up in her again at
just his look, and she shook her head as irritation bloomed within her
again.� Why, why did he have such an
effect on her?

�Yes,� he replied to her silent
denial.� He took a step back and glanced
off to the left, inhaling sharply through his nose.� �Come,� Sesshoumaru said curtly as he turned
and started walking in that direction.�
The irritation almost made Kagome speak out, but then she simply
shrugged and followed him.� Her ego was
still stinging from his lesson, and she didn�t particularly feel like yelling
at a brick wall either.

She trailed after him sullenly,
ignoring the beauty of the sun dappled forest.�
He seemed content to let her keep her silence as he moved, not even
disturbing the leaves on the forest floor in his wake.� Kagome again felt coarse and clumsy compared
to him, and started clomping along purposefully, making as much noise as she
could.� She couldn�t tell if it bothered
him at all � his ramrod straight back gave her no indication of his mood � but
it actually made her feel better, and
that was all that mattered as far as she was concerned.

After some time, perhaps fifteen
minutes or so, Sesshoumaru paused in front of a particularly lush group of
plants, then pushed them apart almost with a flourish.� He stepped to one side to let Kagome see through
the gap in the foliage.� She gasped in
surprise � hidden behind was a small spring, ringed with flat stones, steam
rising from the surface of the water.

She glanced up at the demon lord,
and his eyebrow rose in response.� �Do I
not provide for you, miko?� he asked, almost chidingly.� Kagome blushed slightly, grateful that the
mud on her face hid it, before glaring at him suspiciously.

�I suppose,� she answered
hesitantly.

�I do,� he confirmed with a curt
nod.� �Now, cleanse yourself so that we
may return to the cabin.�

Kagome paused.� �You�ll stay out here?� she asked, still
eyeing him.

Although he didn�t actually do so,
the miko was under the distinct impression that he would have rolled his eyes
if doing so wasn�t beneath him.� He
nodded once, and she eagerly slipped past him.�
As soon as he released the leaves, closing the hole in the foliage,
Kagome stripped as quickly as she could and slid into the steaming water.

The spring was not very deep, the
water only coming to her waist as she sat, but it was wonderfully hot.� The dirt rinsed away from her injured hand
and she saw that her knuckles had already healed over, the new pink skin the
only indication that she�d hurt herself.�
The bottom was sandy, and she scooped up handfuls and scrubbed her arms
and shoulders before submerging herself completely.� She wiped the mud from her face before
tackling her long, thick, encrusted hair.�
She was lucky � the water seemed to turn over quite quickly, keeping the
spring from becoming muddy, and the heat made short work of the dirt.� She would want to take another bath with soap
when they got back to the cabin, but this would do for now.� Kagome surfaced, taking in a lungful of air.

�Much better,� Sesshoumaru said
approvingly.

Kagome squealed in surprise and
instinctively covered her breasts with her arms before glaring over at the
daiyoukai.� He was leaning against a
tree, his eyes amused and, much to her consternation, starting to swirl with
red.� She recognized that look.

�You�!� she gasped.� �You said you�d stay out!�

He smirked at her and replied, �I
did, for a little while.� You did not
specify how long I was required to stay away, however.�

Kagome gaped at him in
surprise.� Sesshoumaru shoved off from
the tree and began advancing on her, his eyes hooded and lazy.� She shrank back into the water, unable to
speak as he began shedding his clothes almost casually.� First the spiked armor, then the white haori, marked with the same red pattern as her clothing,
revealing the plain white kimono underneath.

�Hey!� she finally managed to
gasp.� He paused a moment, then bent to
remove his boots.� �Look, whatever you�re
thinking, forget it Sesshoumaru,� Kagome continued.� �I am so not
going to sleep with you.�

His boots off, the daiyoukai
straightened and began untying his obi.�
With a slight smirk, he replied, �It is you who seems to have forgotten
already, miko.� Do you still doubt who
you belong to?�

Kagome blushed and said, �I�,�

�I can scent your desire for me
pouring out of you, and you must be aware of my desire for you,� he continued,
cutting her off.� �I have accepted you
into my pack, you have accepted me as your alpha.� You admit that I provide for you.� You participated in the chase; I caught you. �There is only one more step, and then our
mating will be complete.�

The obi came undone and he dropped
it to the ground as she watched, wide-eyed.�
His hakama followed, pooling around his feet,
and he stepped out of it, clothed now only in his plain under kimono.

�Wait,� Kagome whispered, her mind
racing.� There had to be something she
could say, something she could do to convince him that this was a Bad
Idea.� �This� this isn�t right,
Sesshoumaru!�

He cocked his head to the side and
gazed at her.� �No?� he replied.

�No!� Kagome almost shouted.� �It�s not.�
What about� what about Rin?�

�You are already an excellent
mother to her,� the daiyoukai replied easily.�
�And she has expressed her desire to me that you remain with us,
�forever� as she put it.�

He took another step forward, his
hand undoing the simple tie keeping his kimono closed.� Kami,
kami, kami! Kagome thought.

�What about your brother?� she
blurted.

Sesshoumaru froze and gazed at her,
his eyes glittering.� �Do you remember
him?� he asked softly, dangerously.

Kagome shook her head mutely.

�I see,� the daiyoukai said.� �Let me tell you of my half-brother, then,� he continued, his voice dripping with
scorn.� �He was a mongrel cur.� I do not doubt that he cared for you deeply,
perhaps even loved you, yet he used your body without giving you the honor of
the mating mark.� And do you know why he refused to make you his proper
mate?�

Kagome stared at him, surprised and
taken aback by the carefully controlled venom in Sesshoumaru�s voice.� He didn�t give her a chance to respond before
he said, �He loved another.� He made
promises to her instead, and while he was at least honorable enough to remain
bound by those promises, he promised you only
one thing, and that was not his life, his heart, or his mark.�

�What�?� the miko began before
trailing off, shaking her head in denial.�
She didn�t remember anything about Inuyasha, but she heard the clear
truth ringing in Sesshoumaru�s voice.�
Had she really been like that, like some pathetic little puppy trailing
after the daiyoukai�s half-brother?

�I will not dishonor you so,� Sesshoumaru
said quietly, his voice once again neutral, and her gaze snapped up to his
face.� With a soft rustle, his kimono
fell to the ground and he stood before her completely unclothed, but Kagome
found she could not look away from his golden eyes, flecked with red.

He pounced on her more quickly than
her eyes could follow, and she found herself pressed tightly to him, held in
place by his one arm and by the luxuriously soft furry thing.� A tiny part of her brain reminded her that
she still hadn�t found out exactly
what the length of fur was, but Sesshoumaru had not shed it when he�d removed
the rest of his clothes.

She felt his corded muscles flex,
oh kami, was she really naked and pressed up against the equally naked
daiyoukai?� He sprang from the pool with
her in tow, landing gently next to the hot spring.� Kagome�s head was spinning, her skin tingling
where it met his, his scent surrounding her, making her drunk with lust.� She placed her hand on his smooth chest,
intending to push away from him, but instead became captivated by the contrast
between her honey colored flesh and his pale alabaster perfection.� She felt a rumbling under her hand coming
from deep within his chest, and the miko glanced up at his face.

The red had suffused most of his
eyes, leaving behind only small flecks of gold, his gaze molten and
possessive.� She felt like a trapped
animal in front of that gaze, hypnotized, frozen while his head descended
slowly.� He leaned his forehead against
hers, his eyes boring into her, and asked softly, �Do you still doubt?�

Kagome felt something inside of her
shift.� She still knew that this was
wrong, she knew that quite clearly, but suddenly that seemed to matter less
than it had before.� She was so tired of
fighting against herself, fighting this bone-deep wanting of him.� She didn�t even have a good reason to fight
him beyond instinct, and for the first time, she wondered if perhaps her
instinct was simply wrong.

Sesshoumaru read the acceptance in
her eyes and growled triumphantly, pushing her down to the forest floor and
covering her with his body.� He hadn�t
planned on mating her like this, but he wasn�t about to let the opportunity go
to waste.� She was an excessively
maddening female, but every time she fought against him it only confirmed that
she was the proper mate for him.� It also
made her surrender all the sweeter.

Still, he would do this
correctly.� He would bring her to
ecstasy, then mark her at the moment she fell over the brink.� That would be the moment that he joined with
her as well.� Sesshoumaru had meant what
he said to her � he had no intention of joining with her until she bore his
mark.� Plus, even if she didn�t remember
the hanyou, the demon lord was going to erase Inuyasha from her flesh.� If and when her memories returned,
Sesshoumaru wanted to be so deeply under her skin that his half-brother would
mean nothing to her.� He wanted to get
her with pup as quickly as possible too, to completely solidify the bonds
between them.� Besides that, the thought
of driving Kagome to pleasure excited him almost unbearably.

Sesshoumaru nuzzled her cheek, and
was pleased when she turned her face towards him instead of away.� He was displeased by the shadow of tears in
her eyes, but he silently vowed that she would forget her sorrow soon
enough.� He was not unaware of her
difficulty in accepting him, even if he did not fully understand it.� He was, after all, the most beautiful and powerful
male in all of Japan.� The daiyoukai would understand her resistance
if she had her memories, but in the absence of those, the only answer was that
the miko was amazingly stubborn and strong willed � two more attributes that
made her the perfect match for him.

His mouth covered hers and he
breathed her in, the sweet, earthy scent of her desire.� Kagome�s eyes began to drift shut as he
kissed her, but he nipped at her bottom lip, teasing but with just a bit of an
edge to it.� Her eyes snapped back open
and she met his intent gaze, and he felt and saw and smelled the blush that spread
across her cheeks.� She was so delicious
when she was embarrassed, and he gave her a look that brooked no
disobedience.� Sesshoumaru would not have
her shut him out, not now.� He read the
comprehension in her eyes, the discomfort at this intense intimacy, and her
acceptance of his wishes.� He could tell
that this was going to go well.

He�d nipped her bottom lip not
quite hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to bring the blood to just
under the surface, so he ran his tongue over it soothingly, almost in
apology.� After only a brief hesitation,
Kagome parted her lips for him and he delved into her mouth, tasting her.� Her blush intensified and her eyes skittered
away from his like a nervous little animal.�
With a soft growl he tangled his tongue with hers and pressed his teeth
against her bottom lip again � not biting or even nipping this time, just as a
reminder.� For one breath, two breaths
she kept her eyes averted before she slowly returned her gaze to his.� Her eyes were shy but also defiant, as if
daring him to try and embarrass her further.�
Oh, how he longed for her when she was like this, unsure and innocent
yet bold and so very, very brave.� His
little Kagome.

Sesshoumaru let his tongue explore
her mouth, not overpowering, but teasing.�
He wandered over her teeth, perfectly even and straight, pleased that
she did not suffer from the disgusting oral hygiene that most humans seemed
to.� For an instant, he was almost
startled when he remembered that she was indeed human � she was so unlike the
rest of her species that he often let it slip his mind that she was
mortal.� He would have to look into doing
something about that, before too much more time passed.

A low, approving growl rumbled from
deep in his chest as her tongue tentatively stroked along the side of his, and
he felt himself stiffen further.� She was
still slightly uncomfortable but becoming accustomed to the intimacy of their
locked gazes, and Kagome let her hands drift up hesitantly.� With a look of almost wonder in her eyes, she
placed her hands on his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles, corded just
beneath his smooth skin.� She stroked
down over his arm with one hand as the other tangled into his hair.� Kami, his whole body was like steel covered
in flesh, and the miko suddenly felt amazingly safe and secure, pressed into
his furry thing by his solid form over hers.

She shivered, feeling unbearably
wicked and decadent while lying on his fur, the soft pelt almost seeming to
caress her bare back.� Kagome became a
bit bolder as the heat blazed in her lower belly and she darted her tongue
forward, tasting his lips before tentatively touching the tip to one of his
fangs.� Sesshoumaru quirked an eyebrow
upwards at her antics, and the miko grinned into the kiss.� All her dread, all her worry had faded away
somewhere in between, and she felt lighter, almost giddy.� This felt too good to be wrong, she admitted
to herself.

She tugged playfully at his hair
and he moved his head accordingly, slanting his mouth over hers, allowing him
to delve further past her lips.� His
tongue was decidedly longer and a bit rougher than hers, she noted, and Kagome
felt a sharp ache stab through her stomach followed by a flood of wetness
between her thighs as she suddenly imagined other
places he could apply his nimble tongue.�
She saw his nostrils flare, and both his eyebrows rose even as his gaze
blazed hotter.� Kami, the miko thought to herself as she turned beet red.� Silly
and kinky indeed.

Sesshoumaru pulled his head back
and gazed at her seriously while she grinned up at him.� Kagome felt her smile falter slightly at his
look, and soon it faded into a serious expression of her own.� His eyes, now fully crimson, held her trapped
as he dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose, the corner of her mouth, the top
of her cheekbone.� His hand slid down her
side, goose bumps prickling across her entire body at the gentle scrape of his
claws on her over-sensitized skin.� A
tiny part of Kagome was amazed how he had leveraged himself on only one elbow
to keep from smooshing her beneath his weight, amazed
at the obvious complete control he had over his body.� Then his hand closed over her breast and she
forgot all about that.

Sesshoumaru�s fingers plucked at
her nipple and she whimpered softly.� He
smirked ever so slightly, then did it again.�
Kagome moaned and he palmed the lower curve of her breast, running the
pad of his thumb over just the tip of the hardened peak.� She almost looked away but she couldn�t
escape his gaze as he stared down at her.�
Kagome suddenly became aware of him, the impossibly hard length of him
pressing insistently against her inner thigh, and she almost smirked
herself.� So, it seemed Lord Sesshoumaru wasn�t entirely in
control of himself after all.� She felt
unaccountably pleased that she had such an effect on him, and a fierce
possessiveness surged through her.

He tilted his head to the side and
he was completely serious again.� She
grinned up at him knowingly, and he lowered his head slowly while giving her
nipple another tweak.� Resting his lips
against hers, so close their breath mingled, his eyes searing, searching, Sesshoumaru
asked quietly, �Do you doubt?�

Kagome�s grin widened.� Quick as a flash, her hand left his arm and
reached between them and she wrapped her fingers around him, thick and hot and
heavy, his moan at her unexpected move the sweetest thing she had ever
heard.� �Do you?� she replied saucily,
her eyes twinkling.

�Mate,� the daiyoukai growled
warningly, then his hand was between them as well.� She spread her thighs wider as his knuckles
glided over her sex.� Sesshoumaru did not want to nick her with his claws, so
he kept his fingers carefully bent as he parted her slick folds.� She sighed softly and he breathed it in,
beyond pleased that she dripped with want for him.� With the second joint of his finger, he
sought and found the little bundle of nerves and stroked it gently.

He was rewarded as Kagome exhaled
sharply and pushed against his hand.� For
the first time, Sesshoumaru felt the loss of his left arm keenly � he wanted to
touch her face, her hair, her breasts, her stomach, he wanted to touch her
everywhere while he stroked her like this.�
With a slight internal sigh, he dismissed the thought.� He would be able to touch her when he entered
her, and that was more than enough.

He stroked her, insistent, and felt
the power within her well up and brush against him.� It wasn�t threatening, rather it tingled
along his skin, heightening his awareness of her tenfold, twentyfold,
a hundredfold.� Her power burned more
brightly than the sun, and Sesshoumaru felt his own dark energy respond,
twining around her as she twined around him.�
He could tell by the expression on her face that she felt it as
well.� So, that was how it would be.� When he gave her the mark, when they mated,
they would be joined in both body and soul.�
It was a rare thing, almost unheard of even among two demonic mates, and
the daiyoukai felt triumph surge through him.�
He knew that Inuyasha had never shared such a bond with her, was
incapable of it.� This was not the answer
to her troubling mortality, Sesshoumaru realized, but perhaps it would lead to
the answer.

Kagome moved against his maddening
fingers, feeling him shift slightly as he settled between her thighs, the white
hot length of him nudging her insistently.�
Oh kami, she was almost there, just a little bit more, and she felt him
move forward, the head nudging against her dripping core.� She lifted her hips slightly, encouraging,
her body crying to be filled with him, needing him to complete her.� He buried his face into her neck and she felt
the prick of his fangs as they settled on the spot where her neck met her
shoulder.� She squeezed her eyes shut in
anticipation, free of his insistent gaze.�
She wanted to surrender and, in so doing, conquer.� She wanted to give him everything of herself
and take all of him in return.� She
wanted to be his mate.

Yes� so� close�

It came upon her as suddenly as the
other one had, the image flashing behind her closed eyes and filling her head
as if she was living the moment over again.�
Skulls under her feet, her back pressed up against a wall of bone, the
scent of ancient dry death filling her nostrils, a rusted, useless katana held
limply in her right hand as she shrank back, terror ripping through her, it was
him, Sesshoumaru, towering over her, so close she could smell him, feel the
unexpected heat coming off of him, his golden eyes icy and disinterested and so
very inhuman as he gazed down at her,
Sesshoumaru pinning her to the wall with one hand while the other was drawn
back, the green acidic poison dripping from his fingertips and she knew, she knew he was going to kill her with
little more thought than he would give to swatting a fly, she was that
unimportant, that low, she was nothing nothing less than nothing as far as he was
concerned.

Then the memory was gone as quickly
as it had come, leaving Kagome frozen and reeling in the wake of it.� No, no,
no, a tiny part of her brain babbled while another little part of her idly
noted that, at some point, she�d known the daiyoukai before he�d lost his left
arm.

Sheer panic tore through her but
she couldn�t move, couldn�t push him away, couldn�t scratch at his face,
couldn�t defend herself.� But she
suddenly realized she could save
herself, she had the means, it had surfaced in her mind, her salvation, bright
and shining and she screamed it out, the word tearing from her throat, her
voice ringing and tinged with hysteria.�
It would save her, she knew, give her control even though she didn�t
know how she knew, even though it made little sense.

�OSUWARI!�

***

Silence.

All Kagome could hear was her
pounding heart, her body taut and unsatisfied and humming with fear.� She could feel Sesshoumaru pressed against
her, his skin blazing like a furnace, but he was so still he almost seemed
frozen.� His hand cupped her, but he�d
ceased his stroking as soon as she�d said The Word.� She could still feel the prick of his fangs
against her neck.� She didn�t dare move.

Then he was gone and she shivered
slightly.� The miko felt� unexpectedly
sad as reason returned, supplanting the overwhelming terror she�d felt at the
memory.� While part of her knew that
she�d had to put a stop to what they�d been doing before it was too late,
another previously silent part of her wondered why, exactly.� Was it really
so wrong?

Suddenly, even with the memory
fresh in her mind, Kagome wasn�t so sure.

The miko pried her eyes open and
looked around.� Sesshoumaru was standing
on the opposite side of the little spring, his back to her.� Before she could stop, she found herself
admiring the view of his slender, muscular body, the sweep of his beautiful
silver hair, his absolutely perfect rear.�
She shook her head slightly.� No.� The memory had proven that she�d been right
all along, that the daiyoukai�s pursuit of her was twisted and wrong on a level
that she didn�t fully understand.� Still,
why did she suddenly feel an ache deep beneath her sternum?

�Sesshoumaru-sama,� Kagome began.

�Put on the haori
and do not speak again,� he said, his voice devoid of all emotion.

�Sesshoumaru,� Kagome tried again.

He whirled around before she could
say any more, and the miko flinched as if she�d been struck.� His eyes, his golden eyes were even colder,
more alien than they�d been in her memory, but there was one thing she
recognized in them.� Betrayal.� Somehow, by uttering The Word, a word she
didn�t even understand the significance of, she�d betrayed the daiyoukai.� Guilt tore through her.

�This Sesshoumaru does not wish to
hear your voice again, miko,� he spat.

The guilt peaked higher, past the
breaking point.� She lashed out, her tone
accusing and angry, �You tried to kill me!�

Sesshoumaru paused, and then his
eyes became closed and shuttered.� He
strode around the spring, his muscles rippling in the dappled sunlight, and
bent to pick up his haori.� In two steps he towered over her, still cold
and imposing and somehow completely cut off from her.

�Several times,� the daiyoukai
replied icily, dropping the haori in front of
her.� �This Sesshoumaru failed.� Dress.�

Kagome clutched the haori to her, then struggled into it gracelessly.� Sesshoumaru dressed as quickly as he�d
undressed, seemingly completely unhampered by the fact that he had only one
arm.� The miko stood, swallowed by the
large haori, and shifted nervously from one foot to
the other.� He did not even spare her a
glance, simply stepped next to her as the furry thing wrapped around her waist,
and launched them into the sky.

The cloud formed under their feet
and Kagome clutched at the daiyoukai instinctively, trying not to think of how
high they were.� He stood rigid and
immobile, as if she wasn�t even there.

�Sesshoumaru-sama,� she said.� He didn�t look at her, just continued gazing
stonily ahead.

�I� I�m sorry, Sesshoumaru,� she
tried again.� There was no change in his
countenance.� She might as well not
exist, she realized, for all the attention that he was going to pay her.

Kagome pushed away from him and he
did nothing to stop her, although the end of his fur remained firmly wrapped
around her waist.� She crouched at the
edge of the cloud, turned her face into the wind and pretended that she wasn�t
crying.� She hadn�t expected that The
Word, whatever it meant, would wound him so, nor had she expected that it would
hurt this much to hurt him.� Now she
really didn�t know what to do.

The rest of the trip passed in
silence, Kagome shivering inside his voluminous haori.� The fur helped a bit, but they were traveling
fast and high, and the wind was freezing.�
Part of her longed to return to his side, snuggle up against him until
he accepted her apology.� She even
glanced at him a few time, but the wind whipping past her was warm compared to
the iciness rolling off of the daiyoukai.

Soon enough they landed next to the
cabin.� Sesshoumaru withdrew his fur as
soon as her feet touched the ground, and Kagome tried to ignore the dull ache
of emptiness she felt in the pit of her stomach.� It was better this way.� It had to be better this way.

With a start, the miko realized
that they weren�t alone.� There was a boy
leaning against the wall of the cabin, watching them with sad, hollow
eyes.� He was perhaps twelve or thirteen,
but his brown eyes were much, much older than that.� He was wearing a short bluish kimono bound
with a black sash, with gray cloth around his ankles and wrists, a kusarigama* tucked into the back of his sash.� The miko frowned slightly, wondering who he
was.

The boy stood up straight and bowed
deeply towards the daiyoukai.�
�Sesshoumaru-sama,� he said in greeting.�
�I have done as you ordered.�

The demon lord nodded once towards
the newcomer.� Kagome was about to open
her mouth and ask what was going on when she heard a voice, calling excitedly
from the field of flowers, �Kagome!�

The miko looked over and saw a tiny
boy� wait.� He was scampering towards her
on all fours, joy suffusing his bright green eyes, his puffy tawny-colored tail
almost quivering with excitement.�
�Kagome!� Kagome!� he yelled as he
ran, Rin running along behind him with a grin on her face.

Green eyes.� Kagome felt her stomach clench into a tight
little ball.� She didn�t recognize him
except through the description, but she knew exactly who he was.� The miko took a hesitant step towards him and
whispered, �Shippo?�

Then the little kitsune
launched himself into the air towards her, an ecstatic grin on his adorable
face.� She opened her arms to catch him
when she suddenly realized that he wasn�t coming any closer.� With a start, she saw that Sesshoumaru had
caught the little fox in mid-air and was holding him by the scruff of his
neck.� She had a disorienting moment of
d�j� vu for the second time that day, remembering how the demon lord had once caught
Rin in exactly the same manner.

�Hey, what�s the big idea?� Shippo
asked heatedly, glaring at the daiyoukai.�
Dread ripped through Kagome�s belly as she met the glacial eyes of the
demon lord.

�I would have words with your son,�
Sesshoumaru said, his voice deceptively neutral, his gaze dismissive.� Then he was in the air again, the cloud under
his feet, a wriggling kitsune in his hand.

�Shippo-chan!� Rin cried while
Kagome watched in stunned silence.� She
took a step forwards, then another, then began running after the cloud as it
sped away.

�Wait!� the miko screamed, skidding
to a halt where the flower field ended at the forest line.� Sesshoumaru didn�t even look down at her.

�Kagomeeeeeeeeeeeee!� Shippo
yelled, and then they were gone.

***

A/N:� Regarding Kagome having the feeling she�d
seen the mud thing before somewhere � while I was writing that paragraph, I
suddenly had this mental image of Arnold Schwarzenegger in �Predator� (not
necessarily a pleasant thing to think of while trying to figure out how things
should get hot and heavy between our favorite demon lord and miko).� So I figured I had better not claim it as an
original idea.

To Ginny: Thank you for the rum
ball recipe! Anything that includes chocolate, nuts and alcohol is a good
recipe in my book (I like dates too).� =D

*Umeboshi
is a type of pickled plum, used widely in Japanese cuisine.� It is very, very sour and salty.� Traditionally made without shiso, though most modern recipes include shiso in them.� Shiso (also known as perilla) is
a strong herb reminiscent of mint, although it has also been compared to basil
and anise.

*A kusarigama
is a sickle attached to a weighted chain.�
Yeah, you know.� Kohaku�s weapon.
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