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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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All three stood perfectly still, reluctant to be the first to react. Sesshoumaru still held his gaze at the apologetic woman highlighted by the faint artificial lights from outside the bedroom door. Her scent was laced with such aggravation and resignation that it overpowered almost all others in the room. Her emotions danced off her skin in the form of her aroma, leaving her so open and so vulnerable. As if being a human didn’t make one weak enough, she allowed anyone to read her openly. He could instantly tell Kagome felt the shock ripple through her body as it did to him when the sutra released. It wasn’t harmful, but it was truly unsettling. So many strange and horrible things had happened around this miko yet she could be so subconsciously honest. Anyone should be guarded, locked away, somehow protected after the trials of her life, yet as he stood there staring at the statuesque, curious woman Sesshoumaru couldn’t sense anything clouding who she truly was, even if the emotions were unpleasant.

Now, if only she would move…

Inuyasha took several moments to stare at the now open scroll, than shifted his eyes back to the pair still holding onto it. Sesshoumaru didn’t blink, didn’t breathe, didn’t move, and didn’t let go. Kagome was breathing harder, clearly unhappy and dumbfounded, but kept her eyes on the taiyoukai’s. The scroll was unlocked by their connection as both grabbed onto the ends, oddly enough, and add that onto the rest of the unwelcomed events of the evening it wasn’t difficult to understand Kagome’s unrest.

However, the tension was getting uncomfortable for Inuyasha. He stared back at the scroll and uttered, “Uhhhh…”

His uneven tone broke through the magic of the moment. Sesshoumaru let go of his end, allowing his end to swing down and hit her shin as her confusion robbed her of all strength to hold it up on her own.

Kagome winced as the pain brought her back to reality. Hissing through her teeth she look at Sesshoumaru accusingly, to which he turned away and headed back downstairs, trailing the damp fur down the steps. She huffed and turned to Inuyasha.

Her eyes were dark, but shining in the unshed tears of frustration; tears she promised would never belong to her once hanyou love again. She looked like one who was purely betrayed… and she was. “How could you?”

The tone in her voice tore through the scars he thought were healed over in his heart. With slumped shoulders he looked at the ground, physically unable to look into her blue pools of hurt, sorrow, and broken trust.

“Kagome, I- I don’t know what to say.”

He watched the ground as her shadow exited the room and Inuyasha found himself closer to tears then he had been in a lifetime.

Kagome slowly made her way down the stairs, clenching the unlocked treasure tight in both hands, pushing down the hurt wanting to never face it again. It was foolish and she was tired of repressing the pain Inuyasha caused her. She would have to face it, face it all, and it would have to be done before she could trust him again.

Returning to the kitchen, Kagome found Sesshoumaru sitting in his previously claimed spot, gold eyes digging into hers with unknown requests. Her gaze darted around the room, avoiding yet another awkward confrontation with yet another inuyoukai. “What?” she asked softly. She had intended it to be sharper, but found she didn’t have the will.

He took a moment before steadily replying, “Open it.”

Sighing, she finally caught his eyes. Instantly, he could sense her reluctance and outright disobedience before she answered. “No, it’s late, and I don’t think I want to get into this right now.”

She started to shift uncomfortably when he didn’t respond and felt required to fill the silence, “Um, sorry about, whatever happened upstairs. I don’t know what that was and…”

“Open it.”

She caught her breath and tucked the scroll tighter to her chest. He obviously did not want to discuss the weird incident with the sutra, but she was unsure she could take any more to do with this scroll and them tonight.

He motioned towards a spot across the table from him, knowing she would follow his lead since she could not decide on her own course of action at the moment. Still, he was slightly surprised that she took him up on the offer. She switched so quickly between emotions; anger, aggravation, concern, tentativeness, cheer… it was maddening.

Timidly, Kagome kneeled down, staring into space and not removing her new item from the tight grip to her chest. She hated the quiet. The silence in the room allowed her mind free rein to scream out things she didn’t want to think about.

The well is reopened.

Anka disappeared. Why?

My past is here again, but my mom isn’t. I could really use her right now.

…I’m still dirty.

I want a shower.

I’ll miss showers.

It must be morning already.

I’ll miss sleep. I’ll miss my bed.

Stupid tablet. Stupid scroll. Stupid sutra. Stupid unfaithful, lying Inuyasha. Stupid…

Kagome shook her head, willing herself out of her musings. She didn’t want to be stuck with her thoughts, not right now. Not after everything that had happened. The night before she might have felt lonely and a little lost, but she thought it might be better than this hurt and uncertainty. Longing for some comfort, some sort of companion, she looked up the powerful youkai sitting in front of her.

He was looking rather impatient.

Stupid Sesshoumaru. Her eyes narrowed at him and she fought the urge to stick out her tongue. He reached out for the scroll and she turned her shoulders away. “No thanks, I’ll do it myself.”

Inwardly he sighed. How could someone still act so childishly when surrounded by the mature problems she seemed to have had to face constantly? It must be his immature brother’s influence over her for so many years. That thought brought up a question he was unsure he wanted answered, and felt uneasy being curious about it.

“You were not mated, and you were unaware of his indiscretions.” It was solid and balanced as a statement, but she could pick up on the slightest amount of question within the words.

Why did he have to bring it up? She was in no mood. “Not entirely unaware, and can’t you tell we weren’t… you know?" Glancing his way she ignited one hand in pink powers, almost out of habit. "I’m still a miko.”

The statement made no sense to him, but it also did not answer his question. He stared, knowing she would break eventually.

Rolling her eyes she brought her attention back to the scroll now placed on the table. “We couldn’t, okay? Let’s just… do this.” It looked so harmless, but the inanimate object was not fooling her anymore. It had brought about more strange occurrences than she truly cared for and was certain it would bring more trouble than the Shikon no Tama. That thought made her want to burn the ancient parchment and try to forget the whole thing ever happened. If two certain demons weren’t invading her house right now, she would have entertained the idea for more than a moment.

Sighing to signify she was ready, and making wishes that the contents would have deteriorated over time, she partially unrolled the troublesome item to reveal unpretentious characters. The script shown education, but was not artistic, and suddenly Kagome missed Miroku’s handwriting. Sesshoumaru’s head craned slightly over the seemingly undamaged parchment lined light green fabric as it untwisted.

Immediately, Kagome noticed the lack of pictures. Only a few sketches graced the edges as more was exposed, until they reached a dark drawing of haunting, dead-like eyes that spanned the height of the page. They were rounded like a child’s and even through the artists abilities were sub-par, an ageless quality highlighted the dark presence hidden within the drawing. They looked… dead.

“Creepy.”

Sesshoumaru had other words for it. He recognized those eyes and felt his healing arm throb. Kagome noticed his youki flare and sent her powers to the surface in defense. Tearing her eyes away from the drawing, she saw his eyes hinting red and the markings gracing his cheeks grow jagged with anger.

In a deep voice that reminded her of all the strength his still face held back, he snarled, “The miko.”

It took Kagome a second, but she figured out the clue, pointed to his arm and asked, “That miko!?” He didn’t need to respond, the answer was clear. She didn’t like the way everything was tying together, but it fueled her curiosity. Looking back to the text, Kagome read aloud from the beginning.

“In a dream sent from the moon, this humble priest saw the unjust fate of the powerful races of our lands. The balance shifted before our time; the war was fated when the mortal mother created her weapon against stone.”

Pausing from reading she exclaimed, “It sounds like gibberish! Of course it wouldn’t make sense.” After all this trouble and pain, when answers were finally promised, all she got was more cryptic nonsense!

“Patience, miko,” Sesshoumaru’s composure was back and grated on her nerves more than ever.

“Kagome,” she snapped.

“Hn.”

“Jerk.”

He was aware it was supposed to be an insult, though he couldn’t tell how, but the continuation of the scroll took priority and he waited for her to get over herself.

After another frustrating moment, Kagome looked back to the writing.

“Man’s greed and search for power has endangered the three treasures granted to Ninigi-sama’s line. The Sister Mothers will battle for rights of supreme race and land. No peace can be obtained while both rule.”

It was scattered, almost incoherent. Nothing could come easy, could it? The writing had already made references to what Hojo’s tablet claimed, but almost no answers were given except for the mention of Ninigi. Sighing, Kagome continued, pushing away the desire to evaluate that information.

“The strength of heart controls the Beads. Only absolute honesty can obtain the Mirror. The truly righteous shall yield the Blade.”

Now Kagome knew exactly what the scroll was describing. “It’s the Imperial Regalia.”

A low baritone voice joined hers. ‘You know of these items?”

She looked up shocked, “Do you?”

Sesshoumaru nodded. “The nuptial gifts of Amaterasu.”

“The sun goddess.” Kagome nodded for the both of them, her gaze once again returning to the parchment as she continued her explanation, “In my time they are kept separated from each other until the celebration of a new emperor. But I have no idea what the ‘Sister Mothers’ are.”

He remained silent on his thoughts. This was an inconvenient puzzle and a situation he felt would unavoidably require his assistance. His revenge on the child miko would be his top concern, but it seemed whenever this time-traveling miko was involved she brought time-consuming quests and peril in her wake. It was almost a burden to know her; she was as troublesome as the fate before her. Sesshoumaru was brought back from his headache to her reading again and the aura of Inuyasha approaching them.

“Prosperity’s weapon has been reborn in the form of her creation; using the power of her daughters against her sister’s creations. She is cold and determined. But a weapon shall be bestowed against her, one of equal qualities and form yet full of heart. She will be warm, loyal, and uncommon to her kin. A final war will be fought and the survival of youkai depend on the outcome.”

Inuyasha leaned against the doorframe, keeping his eyes down. “Survival! What the hell does that mean!?”

Kagome let out a long sigh and closed her eyes. “Isn’t it obvious? Now, please,” she gritted her teeth together, still not facing his way, “be quiet for just a minute longer.” She paused, letting her command and the silence hang in the air, than looked to the scroll again.

“Let’s see… there’s no outcome of the battle. There are some things about miko abilities…” Kagome unrolled the scroll further. “Yada, yada, a couple drawings of herbs, a mention of Four Guardians…” she reached the end of the parchment and dropped it the short distance to the table. The now lonely dowel rolled over the already read portion of the scroll and threatened to hit the ground, but Inuyasha got to it before it could clatter to the hard surface. Both demons stared at her, wondering what caused the reaction. Sesshoumaru glanced at the end of the scroll. The characters were written in a different hand, so another author had put work into the information, but there seemed nothing usual about them other than it was sentimental nonsense. He read aloud in a bored, low voice to coax Kagome into reacting.

“Do not ignore your heart or your friends. Do not lose faith in those who put so much into you. Do not give in to the hurt. Do not give up. Do not forget, it is not over yet.”

It was still silent in the room. Kagome slouched back into her chair, turning to stare out the window. Sesshoumaru proceeded to roll the ancient document without the dowel, only slightly considering the perplexing human across from him. The events of the evening coursed through her scent, but surprisingly it was not defeat. Somewhere laced deep within her normal light essence there was a foreboding hope. Inuyasha stared at Kagome, and saw some mysterious depth within her features. Unable to place it, he finally asked, “What is it?”

She let a breath go. Not bringing her eyes to her visitors, she spoke out to the brightening sky. Purple was being invaded by burnt oranges and reds as the sun slowly rose. It reminded Kagome of the fire of battle, and foreshadowed the one she knew now she could not escape.

“It’s my hand writing.” She waved her hand toward the rolled up burden still in Sesshoumaru’s hands. “I wrote the last part of the scroll.”

Sesshoumaru internally winced. If this highly confusing human woman was a part of the object that allowed them to travel through the eras, than she was a key to the mystery of this final battle. If he was to act out his revenge, he would need to drag this miko along.

Inuyasha did not take the time to think about his words before he asked, “Wrote it? When?”

If he wasn’t so embarrassed and insulted he would have noticed how similar Kagome’s and Sesshoumaru’s condescending glares in his direction were. Kagome lightly slapped her hands flat on the table top and push herself up, staring down at nothing. This was enough. She could not deal with an arrogant ice lord and quick-mouthed, idiotic hanyou on a few hours of sleep; at least not any longer.

“That’s it. Here’s what’s going to happen,” she started demanding. Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes, clearly showing his lack of concern for her orders. “I’m tired, I’m filthy, I’m angry and confused, I’m on information overload and I am sick of all this time crap.” She relaxed her shoulders and tilted her head back as if her neck muscles were given out. “I have to take care of a few things, but we can probably leave tomorrow. You,” she pointed at Inuyasha then swung her arm to the taiyoukai. “Keep him here or I’ll subjugate you so hard you’ll taste dirt for the rest of your life.” Without regarding the demons any further she headed up the stairs to a very well deserved early morning shower.

Inuyasha eyes only trailed after her for a moment before turning towards Sesshoumaru still sitting motionless at the table. With the rays of pollution-clouded sunlight streaming in through smooth glass windows the demon lord looked even more out of place in this time. His silk heavily clashed with the synthetic fibers of the future and the bright metal of his plated armor seemed to mute the glare of stainless steel appliances. He was truly genuine in a world of progression. The hanyou blinked as he thought of ways to convince Sesshoumaru to stay, but within the instant his eyes were closed the inuyoukai was gone, disappearing into the hustle of modern Tokyo.

Inuyasha froze, quickly turning his head to the stairs where Kagome, who was unaware of the lose taiyoukai on her city, went than back to the open door of said lord’s escape. He took one step towards the stairs when he heard the water falling from what she called a “shower”. She was bathing and from harsh experience he knew this was not the time to bother her.

“Shit.” With all the speed his could manage and unconcerned about witnesses, he leapt out the door after the very dangerous, very out of place, demon lord.
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