InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Little Faith ❯ Chapter 21 ( Chapter 21 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: Inuyasha and its characters are created by Rumiko Takahashi, not me, but the new plots and the original characters (Akiyama, Katsuo, Natsumi, Shin, Isamu, Moriko and Eiko) are mine. This fanfiction had been written for entertainment purposes only and without intention of infringing upon any copyright.

A/N: Thank you all for reading and for reviewing. If you missed by A/N last chapter, and was wondering why I didn't update, it was because I was away on a vacation and it kinda threw my update schedule into a mess! Anyway, the next chapter is here now and I hope that you will like it.

A Little Faith by elle6778 - Chapter 21

“Not so brave now, are we, little miko?”

Kagome's head snapped to the side as Sachimaru's frantic voice reached her. “Stop! Let go of her!” her son yelled as he clawed at the barrier.

“DON'T MOVE, Sachimaru! Or I will be very angry with you,” she shouted in warning, knowing fully well that her son would try to defend her. The effort made her cough and to her consternation, she saw blood spattering out of her mouth.

“Okaa-san-”

“I mean it, Sachimaru!” she reiterated harshly when it looked as if Sachimaru might break through. His red youki, streaked by pearlescent strands were surging around him. Dimly, she realized that this was the first time she had seen it in the present time.

Lowering himself in front of her, Naraku drawled, “Now…now… All this is unnecessary if only you just choose to be obedient.”

She spat up at him and watched with satisfaction when the bloody spittle trailed down his cheek. His eyes narrowed just a second before his hand descended swiftly. Her head snapped sharply to the side at the impact on her cheek. Still, she refused to bend. She could feel the shock of his last attack wearing off, and although she felt as if she might have broken a few bones, her miko powers were rising again.

He reached out and tightened his grip in her hair, making her eyes water in pain. “Defy me, little miko… and you will pay.”

That was it! Reaching up, she grabbed his arms.

With all her might, Kagome released whatever that was left of her miko powers into him. Naraku's eyes widened in alarm, and she held on as the pearlescent glow intensified where her hands met his arms. His skin began to ripple and darken from the effect of the pure energy flowing into his body.

“Let go!” Naraku snarled as his knees buckled under the assault.

Her entire body was protesting against the strain, but she clung on as the stench of burning flesh filled the alleyway. Naraku would not get away from this unharmed if she could help it.

Then the hanyou released a bellow of rage when her fingers made contact with what felt like bones. His flesh had melted off under her relentless grip. She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to witness the horrifying sight. But she could still feel him struggling in front of her.

Why was he not dying?

Just when she thought that she could not hold on any longer, she was forced backwards. She slammed hard against the wall, the air around her whirring rapidly as Naraku tore away from her grasp.

Then silence descended upon them.

Kagome opened her eyes apprehensively as she tried to get up, only to find that she was unable to do so. Through her hazy vision, she could see that there was nothing in the alleyway except her and Sachimaru. Naraku was gone. Escaped.

He fled. That disgusting bastard ran away, she thought with vicious satisfaction.

“Okaa-san…”

It was not safe for him to come out yet. She could not protect him. “N-No…S-stay in… the barrier…” she choked out weakly.

To her alarm, the barrier dissolved as Sachimaru forced his way through it. His blurry form came closer and she could see his youki swirling madly around him, a sign of his agitation. Kagome tried to cast another barrier spell, but her arms refused to cooperate. She was too weak, too drained and too hurt.

Dimly, she heard the sound of approaching sirens. Had someone called the police? She wanted to see what was going on, but her eyelids were growing heavier and heavier. Swimming in darkness, she could only hear shuffles and footsteps around her. Sachimaru, she thought desperately. She had to wake up to make sure that he was alright. Her son was right beside her - she could feel it, and she could hear the soft whines from his throat.

Someone was yelling. “There's a woman and a boy! The woman was attacked.”

The footsteps came closer. She tried to open her eyes, to sit up and to tell them about Naraku, but her body did not want to obey.

“I need to contact your father. Can you give me his name?” a man asked urgently.

His frantic voice was growing softer and softer, but she heard Sachimaru reply in a rush, “Taishou Sesshoumaru.”

Then she surrendered herself to darkness.

…***…***…***…

Seated behind his desk in his office, Sesshoumaru listened as the hanyou before him reported the latest findings.

Katsuo's expression was grim. “One of the carnival demons, Shuuran said he might have seen Naraku hanging around the city. He's not sure but I thought you would want to know.”

Sesshoumaru stood up. “Where?” he asked, deciding that he would see to this himself, for Naraku's scent was not unfamiliar for him.

“The district between here and the east. Shall I concentrate the search team around that area?”

Deciding that Naraku might just be trying to cause some distraction, Sesshoumaru shook his head. “Keep them where they are. I will see to this.”

With a nod, Katsuo left his office.

Sesshoumaru was about to leave when a knock sounded on his door. “Yes?” he called out.

The door opened to reveal a worried looking Natsumi, whose tail was hidden beneath her long skirt. Sesshoumaru frowned, wondering how long it would take Shiori to reverse the effects. The demons needed their concealment.

“Mr. Taishou. There are a couple of policemen downstairs to see you.”

His brow furrowing, Sesshoumaru wondered what they could possibly want with him. He just hoped that it had nothing to do with the recent demon exposure. There was no reason for them to suspect him of anything, seeing that his reputation and his new concealment were still secure. However, denying them entry would raise suspicions.

“Send them up.”

Natsumi left and a moment later, two policemen stepped into his office. Sesshoumaru rose to his feet the second he caught sight of the silver haired pup walking between the two humans.

“Chichi-ue!” Sachimaru called out loudly as he launched away from the policemen.

The pup's greeting had the effect of stunning Sesshoumaru into complete immobility. Before his mind could process what Sachimaru had just called him, Sesshoumaru reached out and caught the body of his flying son. Questions ran through his head. Did Kagome tell Sachimaru about their relationship? Did they not agree to take it slowly? Why was Sachimaru with the police? Where was Kagome? Did something happen to her?

“Sachimaru? Where's your Okaa-san?” he asked quietly, focusing his attention on his son's distraught golden eyes. Something was wrong. He could feel it.

Sachimaru's lips trembled as his eyes began to shimmer. “They took her to the hospital.”

Sesshoumaru gave him a stern look. “Do not cry.” It would not do to allow the pup to wail. Such behavior was frowned upon.

The pup instantly gulped down his sobs, his spine stiffening.

Turning his attention to the policemen for the first time, Sesshoumaru barked, “What happened?”

One of the policemen spoke up, “I'm afraid your wife has been attacked.”

Attacked? Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed. “And the attacker?”

“He was gone by the time we got there.”

“Where is…my wife?”

“She's in the Tokyo District Hospital.”

It was a government-run hospital. The facilities were nowhere as sophisticated as Shiori's. That was simply not acceptable. Without another word, Sesshoumaru swept past the two policemen. He had to see her, to move her to a more secure location until he discovered who had the audacity to launch an attack on her.

Instantly, the situation with Naraku appeared in his mind. Gritting his teeth at the hanyou's bad timing, Sesshoumaru pulled out his phone.

“Inuyasha,” he barked when the call connected.

“Why the hell do you sound like that?” Inuyasha retorted brashly.

“Speak to Katsuo now. He has a lead on Naraku and I want you to follow up on it.”

Inuyasha sputtered. “He is found?”

He had no time to explain. “Speak to Katsuo. And make sure you do not let the hanyou escape.”

With that, he hung up. Much as he wished to personally sink his claws into the hanyou's neck, Sesshoumaru knew that he could not.

At least, not until he ascertained that his miko was safe.

…***…***…***…

Fury like none he had ever felt before rose within Sesshoumaru as he regarded the miko's prone form.

The strips of bandages peeking out beneath her hospital gown informed him of just how badly she was hurt. Tubes snaked out from various spots, making her look as if she was only surviving with the help of those gadgets. Amidst the stench of modern medicines, Sesshoumaru could tell that the attack was demonic in nature, and the scent was specific to the hanyou Naraku.

He clenched his hands into fists, willing himself not to lash out in anger. Turning to the doctor, he said stonily, “She will be transferred to Tsukuyo Medical.”

The bespectacled middle-aged doctor frowned. “Mr. Taishou, your wife is gravely injured. We need to keep her here so that we can treat her.”

Sesshoumaru gave him a hard look. “Tell me, do you even know how to treat such injuries?”

Taken aback, the doctor stiffened. “We are trying our best, Mr. Taishou,” he said defensively.

Lips curling in derision, Sesshoumaru pointed out, “The staff at Tsukuyo Medical will not need to try. They will know what to do.”

“But…”

Sesshoumaru hardened his expression further as he eyed the doctor. “Perhaps I should allow her to remain here. That way, in the event that she suffers permanent damage from this injury, I could sue you.”

The doctor gulped. “Please. Do not be too hasty. I'm sure we can make her comfortable enough for a transfer.”

“Now.”

“Certainly, Mr. Taishou.”

With that, the doctor left the room swiftly. The doctor's capitulation did little to ease Sesshoumaru's fury at the sorry sight of the miko. He was angry not only at the one who had dared to attack her, but also at himself for failing to foresee such an occurrence, considering their growing closeness. He should have anticipated Naraku's move.

Lowering himself beside her still form, he reached out to stroke her pale, clammy cheeks. He should have protected her from this. He should have made sure that the mother of his pup was safe. That the one he wanted as his mate was safe.

…***…***…***…

Pain.

Pain was all she felt.

Kagome sucked in a sharp breath as she cracked her eyes open to see nothing but a mass of unidentifiable blur. Why was she in so much pain? Her entire body was burning and she could felt odd tingles everywhere.

Then it all came back to her in a rush.

“Sachimaru!” she exclaimed, trying to sit up.

A firm hand on her shoulders stilled her movements. Blinking to clear her vision, she raised her eyes to the owner of the hand. Even before she reached his face, she already knew who it was. Sesshoumaru. He was seated on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on her, wordlessly warning her to remain still.

“Sesshoumaru, where's Sachimaru?” she asked frantically, her heart thudding rapidly.

Sesshoumaru released her shoulders and said evenly, “He is unharmed. The police brought him to me earlier. Once you were transferred here, I asked Rin to pick him up.”

“Rin?” The name sounded familiar.

“You met me at her house months ago. Sachimaru will be safe with her. She's like a daughter to me. I believe you might know of her mate as well. He is the host in the Demon Carnival,” he explained quietly.

Now she remembered. “The redhead with the bushy tail?”

Sesshoumaru nodded. “Sachimaru needs some…distraction at the moment, and Rin's kits will provide it.”

Relief coursed through her at the knowledge that Sachimaru was safe. Slumping back, she rubbed her head, wincing when a burning pain lanced through her. She was badly hurt, that was for sure. It was a miracle that she was actually alive. Sesshoumaru's words suddenly came back to her rather belatedly.

“How did the police end up bringing Sachimaru to you?” she asked.

His lips twitched. “The pup told them that I am his father.”

A smile slowly grew on Kagome's lips. Sachimaru must have guessed, but did not say anything to them. “It's the truth. And no one could miss the resemblance.”

“Sachimaru knows that I'm his father.”

“I didn't tell him, so he must have guessed.”

“Perhaps. He addressed me as `Chichi-ue' when the police brought him to the office and had continued to do so afterwards. When I asked, he told me that he just knew. It was instinctive.”

“That's odd. But then again, Sachimaru has always been incredibly perceptive,” she said thoughtfully.

“Indeed.” After a short pause, he asked grimly, “What happened?”

Naraku's sneering face flashed across her mind and Kagome instantly tensed in anger. “Naraku came up and tried to snatch Sachimaru. I tried to fight back, but I was too weak. Just wait until I see him again…” she growled.

“You will do no such thing,” he ground out.

She glanced up to find him tense all over. The taiyoukai's eyes were streaked with red.

“Sesshoumaru?” she called out, placing a cautious hand on his arm. Sesshoumaru was angry and she did not blame him. After all, Naraku had threatened his son.

Sesshoumaru hand clamped down on hers, making her jump. Slowly, the redness in his eyes began to recede as he regained control over his rage. Giving her a look of warning, he cautioned, “Do not do anything foolish. I will handle this matter.”

Annoyance jolted through her. He was talking as if the whole thing did not involve her at all. “He was threatening me as well, you know. I want to pay him back for every lash of his stupid tentacles! I just need to… practice. I remember all of Katsuo's training.”

His eyes narrowed, a sure sign of his displeasure. “You will not put yourself in harm's way.”

Kagome bristled at his tone. “Don't talk to me like that! You don't own me, remember?”

Eyes flickering with an indescribable emotion, he released her hand to place his own on the bed, on either side of her face. Effectively caging her with his body, he leaned down until their noses were almost touching. Kagome's eyes grew large as she held her breath, unsure what to expect.

His voice was strangely husky when he murmured, “No. No one owns you. It is… important to me that you remain safe.”

A lump formed in her throat, rendering her incapable of speech. She could recognize the look in his eyes now. Sesshoumaru cared for her. And he feared for her safety. His earlier rage had not only been on Sachimaru's account, but hers too.

The very idea was overwhelming.

“You and Sachimaru will stay with me until Naraku is dealt with.”

Surprised, she jerked up to find herself halted by his immovable chest. What did he mean? That she should move into his place so that he could watch over her? What if she did not want to? Irritated, she glared into his face.

“I'm not going anywhere, Sesshoumaru. I can take care of myself.”

He gave her a thoughtful look. “And what about Sachimaru?” he asked quietly.

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Sesshoumaru shook his head. “Do not be difficult. You know that it is safer for Sachimaru and yourself. Now that Naraku knows your identity, he would stop at nothing to capture both of you. It is not possible for you to watch Sachimaru all the time, but the mansion is highly secured.”

Closing her eyes, Kagome groaned out loud. That was just not fair. He was using Sachimaru to get his way. But was she being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn? She took a deep breath before opening her eyes again to look into his golden orbs.

“It is only temporary, right?” she ventured cautiously.

A strange light flickered in his eyes. “Until it is deemed unnecessary.”

“What about the rest of my family?” she asked worriedly. “I can't just leave them at the shrine. Naraku might use them to get at us.”

His lips thinned slightly. “They will be offered the same protection. I can assign some guards to maintain the shrine while they are away.”

Kagome nodded slowly. She supposed it all made sense. And anyway, her family deserved a little break from all the work tending to the shrine. The only thing now was to convince them. She was quite sure that her mother and Souta would not be a problem, but Jii-chan was another matter. He would not take it well, having to live in a demon's home for an unspecified period of time.

“Alright, I'll do it. I still have to talk to my family, though.”

“Hn.”

Evidently satisfied by her answer, he raised himself off her. Kagome's arms immediately wrapped around her body. Now that Sesshoumaru's warmth was gone, she felt a little cold.

However, when he lowered his head to brush his lips over her dry lips, she felt herself heating up again, for another reason. She reached up reflexively to hold on to his arms as he shifted sideways to nuzzle her cheeks.

“I will return soon. There is something I must see to,” he said into her ears before straightening to his full height. “In the meantime, you will rest.”

Then he turned and walked out of the room.

…***…***…***…

Sesshoumaru allowed a smug smirk to pass over his lips as he walked out of Tsukuyo Medical past the additional security guards around the place.

Convincing the miko to move in with him was easier than he had anticipated. Once she and their pup were there, he would ensure that she would have no reason to leave again. The short trip to the island had convinced that he wished for them, both Sachimaru and Kagome, to live with him under the same roof.

Permanently.

The next step would be to persuade her to take him as a mate. His eyes narrowed in anticipation of the challenge. It would not be easy considering their past, but he was determined to convince her and this time, he was prepared to do what it took to give her what she wished for. Even to the extent of tolerating her grandfather.

Satisfied that his personal affairs were in order, Sesshoumaru turned his attention to the unpleasant thought of Naraku. Once again, his fury flared. Stepping into his car, he proceeded to drive toward Taishou Security's headquarters. When he arrived, he went straight down to the basement where the newly captured wind sorceress was being held.

Sesshoumaru's eyes landed on the female sitting on the bare floor behind the youki-infused bars. The demoness was staring at him as he approached.

His guards stood to attention. “Mr. Taishou,” they greeted respectfully.

Eyes not leaving the female who was studying him curiously, Sesshoumaru asked, “Any progress?”

“No,” one of the guards replied. “She refuses to cooperate.”

The demoness Kagura uncurled her legs and stood up. She approached as close to the demon-proof bars as she could, smiling slightly. “Lord Sesshoumaru… If you want something from me, all you need to do is ask,” she drawled in a suggestive voice.

His insides recoiled in distaste. There was no mistaking what the demoness was offering. As if he would lower himself to rut with her. “Then speak. Where is Naraku?” he bit out.

“How disappointing. I thought you'd want something else. Oh well…” She spun around to return to her position on the ground. “Naraku's location? Now that is something I don't know.”

“Do not lie.”

Kagura shrugged. “What is in it for me if I tell you? You'd just kill me off afterwards. Hardly any incentive for me to speak up, right?”

The wind sorceress wished to trade? This he did not expect. Turning around to leave, Sesshoumaru paused by his guards and instructed, “Find out what the demoness wants in return for information.”

The guard nodded and Sesshoumaru continued to make his way out of the basement.

In the meantime, he would take another approach. What the miko had told him about Menomaru's companion coupled with Naraku's attack meant that the Chinese moth demon was involved in this, that Menomaru had lent Naraku his aid. This did not come as a surprise, for Menomaru's hatred for humans was well known.

Sesshoumaru froze. Menomaru was based in China. Was that why all attempts to locate Naraku had been unsuccessful? Was Menomaru hiding Naraku in China? Surely Menomaru would not aid a half-demon to such an extent at the risk of implicating himself.

Perhaps the notion of gaining power over Japan had clouded the moth demon's mind.

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed in determination. Naraku would be found even if he, Sesshoumaru had to travel to China to detain him. But first, he had to contact another demon lord. Niu Mo Wang was neutral and had always been. The bull demon would not refuse him aid if it was a matter of security.

…***…***…***…

Kagome opened her eyes, wincing in pain before she noticed the silent figure at the corner of the private room. She tensed momentarily before she recognized her visitor. Then she relaxed, forcing a weak smile to her lips.

“Akiyama,” she greeted.

“How are you feeling, Kagome?”

“How do you think I feel? Like I've been run over by a truck,” she muttered grumpily as she tried to sit up.

Akiyama was instantly by her side, wearing an anxious look. “No, don't get up.”

Not having the energy to argue, she relented and sank down into the bed. “I'll listen, for once,” she remarked in a defeated tone.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “That would be the day.”

She rolled her eyes. “Stop teasing me, Akiyama. I really want to get up, though. I've been here far too long.”

“Only when you're better.”

“Right,” she breathed out petulantly.

His eyes flickered. “I'm sorry I did not speak to you at the island. Not by choice, I assure you.”

“It's alright. Sesshoumaru explained the protocol.”

Akiyama nodded. “Did you like it there?”

“It was nice. Sachimaru loved it too. It was very peaceful.” Then she frowned. “Well, except for this little incident near the waterfalls with these two demonesses called Hari and Ruri. That was not that pleasant.

His eyes narrowed. “I heard from Sesshoumaru that Menomaru might be involved in this.”

“Yes. I think Hari and Ruri must have told Menomaru about Sachimaru. And he told Naraku,” she bit out, her fury rising again at the memory of the threat to her son.

Akiyama placed a hand on her shoulders. “Don't get too riled up now. You need to heal.”

The elemental's concern for her brought forth a feeling of guilt.

And she knew why.

It would be dumb of her not to realize that after everything, even with Akiyama courting her in both times, the one she wanted was Sesshoumaru. And it was unfair to lead Akiyama on when she knew that it was unlikely that she would mate him.

This was probably not the best time to broach the subject, but she felt compelled to do so.

She knew that it would not be easy. After all, she had formed some sort of bond with Akiyama in the past and the last thing she wanted was to hurt the elemental, who had done nothing but treat her well. And she knew that what she was about to say would hurt him.

“Is something wrong, Kagome?”

She took a deep breath to steel herself. “Akiyama, I need to tell you something and to… apologize.”

His eyes widened briefly, and then a look of dawning comprehension suffused his features. A moment of silence followed.

When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet. “I take it that you no longer wish for me to court you?”

“Perceptive as always,” she remarked uneasily.

“Are you certain of your decision?” he asked.

Kagome nodded.

He gave her a resigned smile. “I suppose it was simply a matter of time. It only took the two of you five hundred years.”

Her eyes widened. “You thought that there was something going on and you still wanted to court me?”

Shaking his head, he said regretfully, “I was never certain of where you place your affection. And there is always a possibility that you might come to your senses and forget Sesshoumaru.”

Kagome sputtered, “Honestly, Akiyama. How could you say something like that?” Then she bit her lips when she saw the flicker of pain in his eyes. He was more affected by this than he was letting on. “I'm sorry I misled you.”

“You did not do anything wrong, Kagome. You promised me nothing and the courting was meant for you to decide if you wished to be with me. But I'm not going to deny that it hurts that you chose him,” he said quietly. Then in a lighter tone, he added, “He would be unbearably smug after this. And I'm still not certain he is worthy of someone like you.”

She felt a pang in her heart. Akiyama really did not deserve this. Especially when Sesshoumaru had not said anything about courting her in this present time. For all she knew, he was quite happy for things to remain as they were.

“He didn't say a thing to me,” she muttered. “He didn't say he wants to court me.”

“He will. One would be a fool not to see how much he cares,” Akiyama pointed out bluntly. “And you're not a fool. So don't ignore the obvious. One fool is enough in the relationship.”

Her lips twitched. “Calling him names behind his back, huh?”

“I would do to his face, given the opportunity,” Akiyama remarked darkly.

She could not help but to apologize again. “I'm really sorry, Akiyama.”

Leaning down to cup her cheeks in his hands, he studied her, as if trying to memorize her. His blue eyes were stormy with suppressed emotion and Kagome bit her lips at the knowledge that she was the one who put it there. If only she had not accepted his proposal in the Feudal Era. But then again, how was she to know that she would end up falling in love with Sesshoumaru instead?

Then Akiyama blinked and a calm façade came on. Releasing her, he took a step back. “Do not concern yourself. I am rather resilient,” he murmured. “Now rest and get well. I will visit again to see how you're getting on.”

“Thank you, Akiyama.”

With a small nod, he turned around and left the room, allowing her to sag back into the bed. It had been awkward, but she was relieved that she finally resolved one mess in her life.

Overwhelmed by a sudden wash of emotional fatigue, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into her dreams.

…***…***…***…

The birds overhead chirped merrily amidst the forest greenery, spurred on by the brilliant sunshine and the gentle breeze.

Kagome glanced up and glared, irritated that the birds did not share her black mood. She had insisted on following Inuyasha on one of his patrols when Sesshoumaru told her that Sachimaru would be commencing his studies without her distracting presence. The last half a day of traveling had done nothing to ease her annoyance.

The nerve of the taiyoukai, she fumed as she stomped alongside Inuyasha. Sachimaru was only short of one year old and Sesshoumaru was already insisting on lessons? And she was banned from participating? She was Sachimaru's mother. Why should she be excluded from something like this?

Or was Sesshoumaru using this as some sort of trick to force her to make her decision about the courting? Keep her away from Sachimaru until she broke?

Sesshoumaru's request to court her had been unexpected, shocking even. Her lips thinned. How was she supposed to make this kind of decision knowing what she knew about him? Knowing what happened the last time they mated? She had been thinking about it over and over again but she was no closer to an answer.

“Oi! What's wrong with you?”

Kagome paused in her steps, trying to find a way to reply. Then the muscle under her eye began to twitch when she remembered why she was out there in the first place.

“Sesshoumaru and his lessons. What else?” she exploded. “Sachimaru is still so young. Why does he need lessons?”

Inuyasha paused, turning a pair of surprised golden eyes towards her. Then he snorted. “Sachimaru needs the discipline early, otherwise he will be out of control in a few years' time.”

Kagome blinked in confusion. “Out of control?”

Inuyasha crossed his arms over his chest, looking irritated. “Don't you know anything? Sachimaru is part youkai. Without guidance, his base instincts will drive him to behave like a wild animal.”

Before she could say anything, Inuyasha tensed. Whipping around, his eyes sharpened at an invisible point in the distance.

“What?” she whispered anxiously.

“Someone's coming.”

A moment later, two demon slayers appeared and skidded to a halt some distance away from them. Kagome gasped. The last thing she had expected was to encounter the much talked about demon slayers.

As the slayers stared at them threateningly, Kagome swore she could feel the forest foliage around her vibrate with the tension in the air. She did not recognize the male demon slayer, but she recognized the slender female who stood glaring at them. The demon slayer's name was Sango, if she remembered correctly from their first encounter so long ago.

“Leave!” Sango ordered, her hand reaching back to bring forth a very large boomerang.

Kagome's eyes widened. Holding her hands out in a placating move, she hurried, “Wait! We don't mean you any harm!”

Inuyasha pushed her behind him, swinging Tetsusaiga forward. “Keh! Get out of the way, Kagome! I'll teach her not to mess with demons.”

“Inuyasha!” she admonished. “Don't!”

“Why are you siding with demons?” Sango asked, the glint of threat in her eyes not lessening.

Kagome blinked. Katsuo's words suddenly came back to her, reminding her of the hatred between her species and demons. “I…umm…” she faltered, unsure how she should reply.

Sango studied her carefully. “I thought that you were being forced the last time, but now I see that I'm wrong. You dress as a miko and yet you are traveling with demons.”

“Apparently I am a miko,” Kagome admitted flatly.

Eyes widening in disbelief, Sango simply stared at her. “You are a true miko? How could you betray your own kind?” she then snapped furiously. “It's disgusting, a pure creature turning evil.”

Kagome gasped at the vehemence in the other girl's tone.

Then Sango turned away from her and fixed her attention on Inuyasha instead. Aiming the boomerang at Inuyasha, she shouted, “Prepare to die, demon!”

“Let's see how long you can last under my attack,” Inuyasha retorted heatedly as he launched himself towards the girl.

“NO!” Kagome yelled. She did not want them to fight. Somehow, she could sense that the girl was not evil and she genuinely thought that she was doing the right thing. Sure Inuyasha was half demon. But like the other demons she knew, he was not evil or anything like that.

Kagome watched in trepidation as the slayer and Inuyasha launched at each other. Boomerang raised in readiness, Sango looked determined to kill, but completely unperturbed, Inuyasha simply charged with his transformed Tetsusaiga. Then Sango released her weapon and the boomerang spun through the air straight at the hanyou.

“Watch out, Inuyasha!” Kagome called out frantically.

In a blink of an eye, Inuyasha shifted his stance and Tetsusaiga deflected the boomerang, sending it into a nearby tree. Eyes gleaming, Sango dove for her weapon only to be intercepted by Inuyasha. Dodging a swing from Tetsusaiga, Sango landed some distance away.

“Kirara!” she called out.

Kagome's eyes widened as a large white cat appeared out of nowhere to land beside the demon slayer. That could not be a normal cat, she thought as she eyed the large fangs and the fire wreathing the cat's tail and paws. It must be a demon. One which Sango was climbing onto right at that moment.

Inuyasha hefted Tetsusaiga onto his shoulder and snorted. “Keh! So you don't have a problem using a demon to help you. All your talk about demons means nothing.”

Sango ignored him. Instead, she spoke to the large cat demon. “Kirara, let's get Hiraikotsu.”

Still standing beside the boomerang, Inuyasha's eyes narrowed at the demon slayer and the demon cat as he readied Tetsusaiga. “Ready to taste my Tetsusaiga, slayer?” he taunted brashly.

The cat called Kirara snarled while Sango glared at Inuyasha. A moment later, the duo was streaking through the air straight at Inuyasha.

Kagome clenched her hands. She could not let this continue. They were going to kill each other and she did not want anyone to die.

Mind made up, Kagome raised her hand and focused her powers. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her powers forward, aiming at the space between the two figures. A pearlescent beam exploded from her palms and shot straight forward just as Inuyasha slashed Tetsusaiga downwards.

A loud crack sounded and the demon slayer and Inuyasha were thrown apart.

Inuyasha was up in one blink on an eye, turning to her with an incredulous look. “What the hell did you do that for?” he shouted.

“I don't want you to kill them!” she yelled back. “They're just doing what they think is right.”

The two demon slayers looked at her strangely. Then Sango asked curiously, “You're helping us?”

Kagome bit her lips uncertainly. Without answering the other girl, she turned back to Inuyasha. “Let's go,” she said. After all, the demon slayers should stop once they leave.

“Are you out of your mind? I'm going to kill them!” he declared heatedly.

Kagome held out a hand in warning. “Don't force me, Inuyasha.”

“Keh!”

Ignoring her, he charged back towards the demon slayers. Irritated, Kagome's lips thinned. Before Inuyasha could get to the slayers, she released a burst of miko energy, trapping Inuyasha in a protective bubble.

As Inuyasha snarled, Kagome turned to Sango. “I think it's better for you to leave before he breaks out of the barrier.”

Sango's eyes widened.

Then she nodded.

…***…***…***…

Sesshoumaru was incensed.

Standing on the raised platform outside his study, he allowed himself to be flooded by his grievances.

When Inuyasha had returned with a thunderous expression on his face, Sesshoumaru had demanded a full report. It appeared that the miko had thwarted their attempt to remove the demon slayers from the Western Lands.

The miko had taken the side of the demon slayers, who were at the present moment, the enemy of the Western Lands. Although he had released her, he had fully expected her to remain loyal to him. Especially now that he had declared his intention to court her, to give her the title of Lady of the Western Lands.

Instead, she chose to defend the humans.

It should not surprise him. After all, her actions in the past had proven that she would not always take his side. Sesshoumaru glowered inwardly, recalling her decision concerning Akiyama's courting. That in itself should tell him something.

His pup and the miko were approaching, he suddenly realized as he sensed their presence. He managed to recompose his features into one of mild disinterest before the shoji screen slid open.

“Sesshoumaru?”

“Chichi-ue?”

Turning around to face his pup, Sesshoumaru softened his expression. Sachimaru ran forward on his short, chubby legs, finally skidding to a halt just before a collision. Reaching down, Sesshoumaru ran his hand over the pup's thick silver locks as he smiled happily. Vaguely, Sesshoumaru wondered if his sunny disposition was something he inherited from his mother, for it was certain that this characteristic was not prevalent in Inu-no-Taishou's blood.

Still smiling while he pulled out something from the folds of his red kimono, Sachimaru exclaimed, “Katsuo-ojisan made me a shakuhachi!”

Sesshoumaru glanced at the bamboo flute in Sachimaru's hand. Why did Katsuo give Sachimaru something which had the potential of creating noise? The pup would be better off with a bokken as a gift instead of a musical instrument.

“You are displeased?” the pup asked, his countenance deflating visibly.

“You will take lessons,” Sesshoumaru declared firmly. At least then the noise would be bearable.

Sachimaru brightened.

Placing a hand on the pup's shoulders, Sesshoumaru instructed, “Now go and ask Jaken to procure a master of the shakuhachi.”

“Hai!” With that, the pup bowed and ran out of the chamber, leaving him and the miko alone.

“More lesson for our son, Sesshoumaru?” the miko asked dryly, raising a questioning brow. “He's not even one year old yet.”

“Soon he would be.” His tone was flat, but he could not suppress the expression of displeasure.

The miko frowned at him, obviously sensing his emotion. “What's wrong?” she asked guardedly.

“You were assisting the demon-slayers,” he accused.

A gasp escaped her lips as her eyes widened. “No! I just wanted to stop them from fighting. I don't want another one of the demon slayers to die.”

“Why?” As far as he was concerned, he would be assured of peace in the Western Lands if they were all destroyed.

“Because it's not right. Why must humans and demons try to kill each other?”

“What relations do you have with the demon slayers?”

“I don't have any relationship with them. You know that, Sesshoumaru.”

“And still, you aided them.” How ridiculous.

“I told you that I was just trying to stop them from fighting. Why are you not listening?”

He refused to respond. It was pointless considering her foolish notions. And he did not understand why she insisted on defending the demon slayers. Particularly considering that she was fully aware of the threat they posed to the Western Lands, as well as other demon communities. The situation had escalated so much especially in the east, forcing Kouga to declare a war between the demons and the slayers. Although things were not as bad in the Western Lands, the miko had healed enough of his warriors and scouts to realize that the demon slayers were nuisances.

A series of respectful taps sounded, drawing Sesshoumaru out of his contemplations. It was his retainer and his son. Glancing up, he noticed that the miko was still staring at him, her eyes troubled. He was equally troubled by her loyalties. However, there was nothing to be done about it at the moment. Perhaps in time, she would realize how foolish her actions were.

Turning to the shoji screen, he called out, “Enter, Jaken.”

The shoji screen slid open to admit the diminutive demon with Sachimaru next to him. The pup was probably attempting to convince Jaken to procure a tutor.

Obviously trying to ignore the indignity of his hand being held by the pup, Jaken bowed awkwardly. “We have a messenger from the Eastern Territories,” he announced.

Sesshoumaru raised a questioning brow.

“The wolf prince requests your presence at the borders.”

So, it had begun, Sesshoumaru thought.

…***…***…***…

Kagome sighed as Sesshoumaru walked out of his study with Jaken, leaving her staring at his departing back with Sachimaru beside her.

She should have known that he would be mad. But did he not understand that killing everything that stood in his way would not solve any problems? The demons and the demon slayers could just sit down and discuss things civilly, couldn't they? Why did they need to fight to solve the problems? It would only lead to a full-blown war eventually.

Feeling rather down, she took hold of her son's hand and left the study.

She supposed that it was simply cultural differences which made it hard for Sesshoumaru and her to see eye to eye on this subject. After all, she came from the future, where war was the last resort in any political conflict. This was the Feudal Era, where fighting was the norm.

Maybe she should just stay out of it. But how could she just stand back and watch while humans and demons kill each other?

After a while, Sachimaru's voice broke the silence. “Okaa-san?”

“Hmm?”

“Akane said something I didn't understand.”

Kagome paused to glance down at her son. Akane was one of the inuyoukai maids. “What did she say?” she asked.

Sachimaru's face scrunched up in thought. “That they were happy that Chichi-ue is following his father's footsteps. But I didn't understand.”

Kagome guessed that they were simply referring to the fact that Sesshoumaru had sired a hanyou child. Realizing that Sachimaru had overhead something he was not meant to, she shook her head and chided, “You shouldn't be eavesdropping, Sachimaru.”

“I didn't do it purposely. They thought I was asleep but I wasn't,” Sachimaru defended. “Akane also said that Chichi-ue should do the right thing.”

Kagome froze, instantly realizing what Akane had meant by those words.

The courting.

In the end, it was a choice between Sesshoumaru, Akiyama or her remaining alone in the Feudal Era.

She had no idea what she should do about Akiyama. Why was it so difficult for her to just decide to accept Akiyama? Kami knows he had given her enough time to think about it. He was ridiculously patient and understanding, considering how much time he had invested. The rational part of her told her that Akiyama was a good option. He was someone who could provide her with the security she needed, both emotionally and in terms of protecting her interest in the Feudal Era.

Could it be that she was in fact, wanted all that from Sesshoumaru?

Could Sesshoumaru give her all that?

Maybe. If that was everything that was expected from a mate.

Suppressing a sigh, Kagome closed her eyes. Yes, it was beginning to look more and more like Sesshoumaru had done what was expected of him in asking to court her. Was that all it was? A duty to him? Something he had to do for the sake of honor?

Of course it was. What else could it be? After all, he had mentioned nothing about love.

…***…***…***…

Soft breeze that skated over the grassy slopes of the cliff top, gently swirling around the two figures that stood motionless, staring down into the vast space of the Eastern Territories. Kouga was a small form in the distance, but he was surrounded by the rest of his wolf tribe in preparation for the battle with the demon slayers.

“The demon slayers are confident,” Akiyama remarked, sounding amused.

Eyes not leaving the scene in the distance, Sesshoumaru intoned flatly, “The humans are foolish.”

“It is inevitable. The human population is growing fast and there is nothing we could do to stop it short of mass slaughter.”

“Indeed.”

“You're not considering such a thing, surely,” Akiyama remarked dubiously.

“As long as they remain out of the way, there is no reason to do so,” Sesshoumaru replied.

And if they refused to do so, they would be disposed of. As it was, he was rather displeased that their alliance had necessitated his presence in the Eastern Lands so close to his pup's birthday. He had been there for three days and no matter what, he would return to the Western Lands this evening.

“They will always be in the way, Lord Sesshoumaru.”

“Then they will perish. As they will today under Kouga's instructions.”

Right at that moment, a hair-raising chorus of howls tore through the air as the wolves charged. In the distance, the demon slayers did the same, albeit without the howling. Sesshoumaru watched impassively as they clashed. His role was simply to observe and to display his support, as this was a battle waged by the Eastern Territories on the demon slayers. Sesshoumaru touched the hilt of the sword at his hips. And also to revive Kouga's warriors with his Tenseiga.

Akiyama glanced upwards into the sky. “Soon, it will be time to head to the Western Lands.”

Sesshoumaru's lips tightened. Could it be that Akiyama was referring to the same thing as he was thinking?

“It is best that we hurry, Sesshoumaru. Kagome will not be pleased if you are late for your son's birthday celebration.”

“You were invited?”

Akiyama quirked a brow. “Did you expect otherwise?”

Sesshoumaru bit back an irritated growl.

…***…***…***…

As she ran her hand over Sachimaru's just-washed clothes to smooth them out, Kagome glanced out of the open shoji screen into the courtyard, noting the orangey sky which signified the approach of dusk.

Sesshoumaru had left a couple of days ago to tend to something which had cropped up in the east. Inuyasha had taken Sachimaru out of the castle to `hunt', so that the celebration would be a surprise. Without Sachimaru, Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru, the castle should be quiet. However, there was an excited buzz in the air while the servants prepared for the feast.

She hoped that Sesshoumaru would get home in time for Sachimaru's birthday. Sachimaru would be disappointed if his father were not there.

As the taiyoukai's stoic features flashed across her mind, and Kagome sagged dejectedly. She also hoped that he had forgotten about the incident with the demon slayers. It had been quite a few days after all. She had known that he would be mad that she helped break up the fight. But what else could she do?

Maybe this would make him change his mind about courting her. Maybe then she would not have to give him the answer she had decided upon last night.

The more she thought about it, the more certain she felt about not tying him down to something he did not want, just for the sake of propriety and duty. What if he decided one day to mate with someone he really liked? The thought instantly sent a pang of jealousy through her. He would want to break the bond, and she did not think that she could go through that amount of pain again.

And she knew that if it happened, it would not only be a physical pain, but one which would affect her emotionally as well. It would be hard to let go of Sesshoumaru once she had a taste of what it was like being mated to him for a prolonged period.

No. For both her and Sesshoumaru's sakes, she just could not do it.

She bit her lips, wondering how she should word it to Sesshoumaru. Perhaps she had no reason to worry. Sesshoumaru would probably be relieved.

“My Lady?”

Kagome looked up to find Jaken standing by the other shoji screen. Giving the diminutive demon a smile, she asked, “Is everything alright, Jaken?”

Jaken nodded. “Everything is prepared. Lord Sesshoumaru just returned with Lord Akiyama and they are in the reception chambers.”

She stood up and walked towards him. “What are we waiting for then? Let's go. Did you sound the signal for Inuyasha to return with Sachimaru?”

“It is done, My Lady.”

“Thank you, Jaken.”

…***…***…***

The reception hall was filled with laughter and conversation as all those in the castle, including the warriors and servants celebrated Sachimaru's first birthday.

Empty bowls lying forgotten in front of her, Kagome watched quietly as Sachimaru climbed into his father's lap. Not batting an eyelid, Sesshoumaru simply shifted Sachimaru with one arm while he finished off the last of his meal.

Noticing that everyone had finished their meal, Kagome clapped her hands together and bounced up. The merry chatter around her immediately ceased. “Right! Presents, Sachimaru?”

Her son's eyes lit up and he immediately scrambled out of Sesshoumaru's lap. “Can I see it?” he asked as he ran towards her.

As everyone watched on, Kagome fished a colorful cloth-wrapped package out of the folds of her kimono and then bent down towards her son. “Here.”

Eyes wide, Sachimaru took it and then peeled open the wrapping to reveal three carved wooden train carriages linked together. Kagome grinned inwardly when she recalled the look on the village craftsman's face when she had described what she wanted. She supposed that for someone who had not seen a train before, her request was rather odd.

Sachimaru beamed up at her, train securely clutched underneath one arm. “Thank you, Okaa-san!”

Then they were joined by Sesshoumaru, who reached out for one of his son's hand before he placed a small white object in it. Kagome's eyes rounded when the object melted into Sachimaru's palm.

“What's that?” she asked curiously.

“It is an old tradition to place the sire's fang into the pup,” Inuyasha explained as he stepped closer. “Sesshoumaru's fang will grow as Sachimaru matures. Eventually, a weapon will manifest from it.”

Kagome spun around to face Sesshoumaru. “You gave our one-year-old son a weapon?” she asked, aghast.

Sesshoumaru voice was flat when he said, “By the time it turns into a weapon, Sachimaru would be old enough to wield it.”

“Oh.”

All thought of weapon fled her mind when Inuyasha pushed past her to lift Sachimaru up. Staring into the pup's face, Inuyasha said gruffly, “I can't think of something to give you as a present, but when you're old enough, I'll teach you how to use that weapon your Chichi-ue gave you.”

A strangled sound escaped from Sesshoumaru as Sachimaru nodded seriously at Inuyasha, but when Kagome turned around, the taiyoukai's expression was blank. She grinned inwardly, knowing that Sesshoumaru doubted Inuyasha's ability to teach Sachimaru such a thing.

Placing Sachimaru back on the floor, Inuyasha looked around and called out, “Who's next?”

Katsuo stepped forward. “This is something my mother gave me,” he told Sachimaru as he placed the black chain with a circular pendant around Sachimaru's neck. “It will protect you.”

Kagome gasped. She recognized the pendant and the chain as the one his mother had given him. “Katsuo, you don't have to do this.”

Getting to his feet, the hanyou smiled. “It's just a simple gift, Kagome.” Lowering his voice to a whisper, he said, “Anyway, until Natsumi agrees to be my mate, I just have to spoil someone else's pup.”

“Thank you, Katsuo-ojisan!” Sachimaru chirped happily as he clutched the pendant.

Seeing the happiness in Sachimaru's eyes, Kagome softened. She guessed she could understand why Katsuo wanted to give something so precious to Sachimaru. As she continued to watch, a few of the servants came forward with little gifts for her son and Sachimaru accepted each with equal enthusiasm.

However, not long afterwards, Sachimaru's eyes began to droop, telling Kagome that it was his bedtime. Picking him up, she looked into his face.

“It's time for bed, birthday boy.”

“But Okaa-san…”

She shook her head firmly. “Enough excitement for the day.”

“Wait. I have a gift for Sachimaru.”

Surprised, Kagome looked up at the elemental. “You didn't have to,” she protested.

“It would be impolite if I didn't.” Then Akiyama turned towards Sesshoumaru. “But only with Lord Sesshoumaru's permission as it is something that would remain permanently in Sachimaru until he chooses to reject it.”

“What is the nature of this gift?” Sesshoumaru asked cautiously.

“I wish to bestow an enhancement on his skills of perception and empathy. As a hanyou, it would be useful to him, considering that a number of demons and humans would not accept his heritage,” Akiyama explained.

As comprehension sank in, Kagome sagged slightly. Would Sachimaru be shunned if he was outside? Considering the demon slayers' reactions, it was likely. Perception and empathy were Akiyama's own skills, and he was generous to offer to bestow some on Sachimaru. And if Sachimaru possessed it, the pup would understand why things were the way it was.

“The opinion of others does not matter,” Sesshoumaru finally said.

Akiyama quirked a brow. “It is unlikely that he would understand such a thing while he's so young, Lord Sesshoumaru.”

Sesshoumaru's voice was tight when he said, “He would learn.”

Kagome placed her hand on Sesshoumaru's arm, drawing his attention to her. “Please, Sesshoumaru. I think it'll be good for Sachimaru.”

Sesshoumaru took on a contemplative look, obviously considering the implications of Akiyama's proposal. When she was about to prompt him again, he finally gave a short but definite nod. Kagome instantly brightened.

“Thank you.”

…***…***…***…

Akiyama and the miko had raised a valid issue, one which had occurred to him when Sachimaru was born. However, he had deemed it unimportant, seeing that the pup would no doubt be stronger than most humans and demons. His demon heritage mixed with the miko's pure power ensured that. Nevertheless, although unnecessary, such a gift would be an additional benefit.

Perhaps he was simply displeased that it was Akiyama who wished to bestow this gift. The miko's gratitude did nothing to dispel the annoyance.

“This gift would be effective only if Sachimaru possess enough inner strength to hold it within himself,” Akiyama explained as he stepped closer to the curious pup. “But from what I can tell, he is more than capable of it.”

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed. The elemental would pay with his life if Sachimaru was harmed. He watched closely as Akiyama bent down towards his pup, keeping their eyes locked. The miko went to stand behind Sachimaru, slipping her arms around his small body.

“Lord Akiyama?” Sachimaru queried, blinking up at the elemental.

“Look into my eyes, Sachimaru,” Akiyama instructed calmly as he brought their foreheads together.

Sesshoumaru heard the miko gasp when the waterdrop on Akiyama's forehead came into contact with their son. A bright blue glow radiated outwards from them, blinding everyone in the room momentarily. Alarmed, Sesshoumaru streaked towards his son.

Then the light was gone.

He immediately picked Sachimaru up, eyeing his son for any damage but thankfully found nothing untoward. In fact, the pup did not look any different. The miko joined him in inspecting their son, a puzzled frown adorning her brows.

“Did it work?” the miko asked as she reached out to stroke Sachimaru's forehead.

“It is done,” Akiyama declared quietly. “I will take my leave tomorrow morning, for I promised Kouga that I would return to the east as soon as possible.”

“Hn,” Sesshoumaru replied absently as he carefully placed his son in the miko's arm. Then turning back to Akiyama, he added, “Kouga does not require both of us there.”

The Northern Lord nodded. “There's not much point since you've revived all you could. I am certain that Kouga does not wish to impose on you further.”

With that, the elemental left the room.

Soon, one after another, the rest of the demons departed, leaving him alone with the miko and his pup. She was seated on the platform outside the reception room, facing the courtyard with a sleepy Sachimaru cradled in her arms as she stared out into the view beyond. Sesshoumaru stepped closer to her and his eyes wandered out into the courtyard. The moon was mirrored on the surface of the hotsprings and the familiar scent calmed his senses. Or perhaps the calmness was due to the miko's peach scent.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” she remarked, turning her head up to smile at him.

“Indeed.”

“The sky was never this clear where I came from.” The miko sounded wistful.

Sesshoumaru stiffened. Was the miko implying that she wished to leave? Or perhaps she simply wished to visit her family? A stab of remorse coursed through him when he realized that the miko had been in the Western Lands for almost two years without returning home, even to visit.

“Do you wish to visit your family?” he asked.

Lips parted in surprise, the miko blinked at him. A short while later, she averted her gaze. “I can't.”

He frowned. Perhaps he had been mistaken then. Perhaps the miko had accepted her role and decided to forgo her past. Did that mean that she would accept his courtship proposal? Perhaps it was time for him to ask.

“Miko. Have you given any thought to the proposal?”

The miko tensed visibly, but she did not answer. An odd sense of discomfiture wrapped around him at her lack of response. Had he not given her enough time to consider what he offered?

“Miko?”

A heavy sigh sounded before she turned a pair of apologetic brown eyes at him. Icy fingers of apprehension began to crawl up his spine as he digested the implication of her expression. Could it be true?

She would refuse him, Sesshoumaru, the Lord of the Western Lands? The father of her son?

“I'm sorry, Sesshoumaru. But I can't.”

He heard her words but it took a moment before those unwanted words sank in. “You can't,” he echoed flatly.

She shook her head. “It's generous of you to offer. But really, you don't have to. I'm not going anywhere.”

Generous of him to offer, he thought incredulously. Was that all that she could think of as an excuse? Or perhaps this was because of her attraction to the Northern Lord.

“What about Akiyama?” he asked dully.

She exhaled slowly. “I don't know. I haven't thought about it yet.”

“But you have not rejected his suit.”

A pause followed before she replied quietly, “No.”

The miko had chosen the Northern Lord.

The miko had chosen Akiyama over him, Sesshoumaru.

A heavy silence cloaked them.

Numbness crept all over him as Sesshoumaru remained rooted to the spot. The miko's eyes were downcast, preventing him from reading her thoughts. What would he see? Discomfort? Remorse? Or perhaps delight that she had refused him?

His youki began to swirl erratically around him, threatening to explode at the merest provocation. Deciding that it would be prudent for him to remove himself from her presence, he stepped out to the edge of the platform and lifted swiftly into the air.

He did not know how long he soared through the inky sky on his cloud but it had done nothing to quell his fury. Realizing that he required a different method to release his anger, he turned around and headed back to the castle.

His destination was the servants' quarters. He would summon Katsuo and a few other warriors. It did not matter that it was very late into the night. His warriors would not refuse him.

Unlike the miko.

Just as he landed on near the dojo, his attention was drawn to the shadowed forms within. Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed when he realized that the dojo was occupied by Akiyama and Shin. Blood pounded in Sesshoumaru's ears as Akiyama's presence reiterated the miko's refusal. Fury coursed through him as his frayed control slipped further and further away from his grasp. A growl escaped his lips. How… fortunate it was that Akiyama was still awake.

Akiyama would bear the brunt of his anger.

Without another thought, he launched himself forward and slid the shoji screen open.

“Shin. Leave,” he instructed evenly, his eyes not leaving the elemental's puzzled face.

Stunned, the warrior nodded and then quickly obeyed.

Sesshoumaru saw the elemental's eyes widen when his clawed hand shot out. The sizzling poison from the tips sprayed out only to land ineffectively on the tatami mat because Akiyama had already melted into a mist.

“What is the meaning of this, Sesshoumaru?” Akiyama snarled as he reappeared some distance away.

Sesshoumaru growled low in his throat. Words were not sufficient to express his rage. Instead, he lashed out with his whip. Akiyama swung to the side, avoiding the hit.

“I will not fight you in your own territory, Sesshoumaru. At least not until I know what the hell is happening!”

“You will remove yourself from the Western Lands and never return,” Sesshoumaru hissed.

“We've had this conversation before. I'm not staying indefinitely. I will leave once Kagome accepts me.”

“Stay away from her unless you wish to be maimed.”

Akiyama's eyes gleamed in comprehension. “So that's what all of this is about?” he gritted out. “I thought I was mistaken but apparently not. You are infatuated with the miko.”

Sesshoumaru tensed. “Do not accuse this Sesshoumaru of such a thing. I hold no such feelings for the foolish miko.”

“You want to court her, is that it?” the elemental ground out. In his rage, his blue eyes turned pale and icy. “Did she reject you?”

Sesshoumaru did not reply, but Akiyama's words pounded in his head. Taunting him, mocking him.

Akiyama snarled, “I am courting the miko, Sesshoumaru! You have no right to interfere!”

“She belongs here,” Sesshoumaru growled as he shot up in the air, flinging his whip down at Akiyama.

Deflecting the attack with a blast of youki, the elemental issued a bark of mirthless laughter. “She belongs to no one. You can't seem to understand that, can you?”

Further infuriated by Akiyama's words, Sesshoumaru streaked forward. Not expecting it, Akiyama's eyes widened a fraction of a second before his fist connected with the elemental's jaw. The crack that tore through the air was intensely satisfying, even though the elemental only staggered slightly at the blow. Long-range attacks did not work but it appeared that close range attacks were more appropriate. Furthermore, it gratified him to feel the elemental's body breaking under his fist.

Sesshoumaru drew his fist back again only to double over when a hard punch connected with his midsection. In his rage, he had neglected to defend own body. Sucking in air as he straightened, Sesshoumaru swung his leg around, catching Akiyama's arm as the elemental blocked. The blow slid harmlessly down Akiyama's hard but slippery scales.

Not pausing, Akiyama threw another punch. Sesshoumaru ducked but the elemental seemed to have anticipated it and immediately countered with a punch from the other side. The taste of his own blood exploded in Sesshoumaru's mouth when Akiyama's fist connected with his cheek.

“This is for treating Kagome like some possession,” the elemental hissed as he drew his fist back again.

“You dare speak of such a thing when you were the one who presented her as a gift?” Sesshoumaru spat, blocking the attack.

Then he charged forward, releasing a series of blows. The elemental blocked most of it but to Sesshoumaru's satisfaction, his fingers and claws were bloody when he drew it back. Rivulets of blood streaked down from the welts on his opponent's body, dripping down onto the dojo mat.

Completely disregarding his wounds, Akiyama launched himself upwards and then swooped down swiftly. “That's before I knew her. What's your excuse?” he snapped, extending his legs midair.

Sesshoumaru darted away, but only managed to avoid one of kicks before the next threw him down on the mat. His side throbbing from the impact, Sesshoumaru suppressed the pain. For a moment, he could not move. He was certain that a few of his ribs were broken. Dimly, he noticed that both of them were panting heavily, their youki swirling bright around the dojo.

Gritting his teeth, Sesshoumaru forced himself to his feet. Drawing his clawed hand back, he shot forward just as Akiyama streaked towards him. He caught one of the elemental's wrists with one hand while the other sank into Akiyama's shoulder, leaving a gaping hole.

All of a sudden, he felt a burning pain exploding in his left thigh. He immediately jumped backwards. Glancing down, he found that Akiyama had torn a gash in his flesh.

“WHAT THE FUCK! Are you two out of your minds?”

Sesshoumaru spun around at Inuyasha's voice. The hanyou was wearing an incredulous expression. Swiping the blood off his face with the back of his hands, Sesshoumaru turned to glare at Akiyama. This was not over. Akiyama would pay for the indignities inflicted on his person, physical or otherwise.

“Leave, Inuyasha. This is none of your concern,” Sesshoumaru bit out.

Inuyasha stepped between them. “The hell it isn't! The two of you are brawling in here like uncivilized idiots. How do you think this looks like from outside? The warriors are freaking out, let alone the servants.”

“Be quiet!” Sesshoumaru snarled. Inuyasha's words bit into him in the most unsettling manner. His words had the strangest effect of lifting the haze of fury which had surrounded him ever since the miko's rejection.

Unperturbed, Inuyasha grounded out harshly, “I'm not shutting up until I'm done. You, Akiyama, are a guest in this castle. What kind of manners is this? And the two of you seemed to have forgotten that you're supposed to be allies.”

Realizing that Inuyasha had no intention of leaving and knowing that he could not bear to listen to anymore words from his half-brother's mouth, Sesshoumaru spun around and pushed past the tense hanyou to leave the dojo.

…***…***…***…

Kagome frowned as she felt a hand on her shoulders. Eyes still screwed tightly shut, she grumbled in protest when the hand shook her roughly. What was so important that someone had to wake her up now?

“Kagome?”

“Go away, Inuyasha,” she muttered.

“Come on, Kagome. You need to get up.”

“Too early.”

“You need to heal Sesshoumaru and Akiyama.”

Her eyes instantly shot open. Suddenly wide awake, she jerked up only to bash her head against something hard.

“Oww!” she exclaimed, rubbing her forehead as she blinked back tears of pain.

“Damn it! That hurts!” Inuyasha complained, clutching the side of his head.

“What are you doing in here?” she grumbled.

He stood up to walk towards the shoji. “Sesshoumaru and Akiyama need to be healed.”

Scowling, she snapped, “What are you talking about? Sesshoumaru and Akiyama are injured? They were fine before I went to bed.”

Inuyasha snorted. “I don't think they are as fine now. I don't know about Akiyama but Sesshoumaru will definitely heal. It's just faster if you do it.”

“What happened?” she asked, standing up.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Inuyasha frowned. “I don't know. I was sleeping when Shin came to get me. It looked like a sparring session gone wrong.”

“It can't be that bad, right, if Sesshoumaru was just sparring with Akiyama. They are allies,” she said uncertainly. She could not help but feel a little worried.

“Just take a look at them, alright?”

Striding out of her room, she glanced at the hanyou beside her. “Where are they?”

“In their rooms.”

Akiyama's was closer to hers. “I'll fix Akiyama first. It shouldn't take long,” she decided.

Yawning, Inuyasha raised a hand to rub the back of his neck. “I'll leave you to it then.”

Kagome nodded and then turned around to head towards Akiyama's room. Two of his youkai guards spun around to face her when she approached, their expression wary. The fact that there were guards outside Akiyama's room did not bode well. Maybe he was really hurt.

She paused before them, biting her lips uncertainly. “Can you let me through? Inuyasha told me that Akiyama's hurt,” she said.

“He is not accepting visitors,” one of them told her.

Those words confirmed to Kagome that this was no minor injury. Really worried now, she pressed, “Please, I just want to help him. I can heal him.”

The guard shook his head. “He does not wish to be disturbed.”

“I must see him!” she insisted firmly.

One of the guards directed a questioning look at the other. Then he turned back and said, “Wait here.”

Kagome tried to peek in when the guard slid the shoji open, but before she could see anything, the guard slid it close behind him, leaving her standing awkwardly with the other guard. A brief moment later, the guard exited the room and nodded to her.

“You may enter.”

Kagome released the breath she did not realize she was holding. “Thank you.”

The guards stepped away from the shoji screen, allowing her passage. Cautiously, she walked into the room. Then Akiyama's form came into view and her eyes widened in horror. Rushing to his futon, she gasped at the deep claw wounds stretching from his shoulder down to his stomach. Not to mention the gaping hole in his shoulder.

“Kagome,” he greeted as she landed on her knees beside him. Then his lips twisted wryly. “I really do not wish for you to see me like this. But my guard said you were persistent.”

“Oh, Kami…” she breathed out. How could he bear the pain, she wondered, glancing up at his face. There were telltale signs of his agony, but if she did not know him as well as she did, she would not have noticed it.

Akiyama smiled, one which was blatantly forced. “Don't worry, Kagome. I've suffered through worse before.”

She swallowed. Then she grew angry. “But this is serious, considering the two of you were just sparring. Why didn't Sesshoumaru hold back just a little?”

“Are you suggesting that I'm incapable of fighting Sesshoumaru?” he asked lightly but there was an underlying strain in his words.

Remembering that they were effectively rivals, Kagome quickly shook her head as she placed her hand over the gaping slashes. She had better not say anything more. Akiyama needed to be treated, not questioned. The questioning would come later, when he was feeling better.

“He's also wounded, Kagome. You may wish to tend to him as well.” His tone was flat.

“I know. Inuyasha told me.”

Akiyama looked as if he was about to say something but thought the better of it. Shrugging, she continued to tend to his wounds. Allowing her healing powers to surface, Kagome went from one would to another, holding back her own pain at the sight of his mangled flesh. One by one, his flesh knitted back together under the pearlescent glow of her healing.

She could not help but wonder if Sesshoumaru's wounds were just as severe. Was it normal for demon lords to spar this violently? For all she knew, this was nothing to them.

Still, she needed to see if Sesshoumaru was alright.

…***…***…***…

Leaning on the edge of the open shoji screen, Sesshoumaru stared unseeingly out into the courtyard. His entire body throbbed, a rare condition for him, but he ignored it. All he could think of was the events which had occurred within the last few hours.

How the miko had refused him.

How odd it was that he had loss control and allowed his rage to overtake his mind.

How unacceptable his actions had been, all because of one human miko.

How satisfying it had felt.

His general had said nothing but Katsuo had posted himself in the hallway of his sleeping chambers. Outside, on the other end of the chamber, Shin was tucked discreetly behind a boulder next to the hotsprings. Sesshoumaru appreciated the gesture. It meant that he could rest fully without concerning himself of his safety. After all, Akiyama was still in the castle.

Still, he would be surprised if the elemental chose to attack in such a backhanded manner. He might dislike the Northern Lord, but Akiyama was not known to be dishonorable.

The sound of approaching footsteps drew him out of his contemplations. Then Sesshoumaru tensed when the miko's voice reached him from the hallway. The miko sounded concerned.

“What do you mean, no? I want to see him, Katsuo!”

“He's not… available right now, Kagome. Can't you wait until tomorrow?”

“No. I know he's hurt and I want to see him.”

Sesshoumaru heard Katsuo sigh just before a tap sounded on the shoji screen. “My Lord? Kagome wishes to see you,” his general announced unnecessarily.

He did not wish to be seen in this condition. However, the miko was not easily swayed once she set her mind on something. “Allow her,” Sesshoumaru responded dully.

The shoji screen slid open to reveal the miko. Her presence instantly brought forth his fury in startling intensity.

There was a strange light in her eyes as she stared at him. Almost as if she was fearful of something. Was she afraid of him because he had harmed the Northern Lord? Perhaps he disgusted her. His lips thinned in derision. It mattered not. After this day, he would purge his mind of all his foolish thoughts of the miko. She was simply the mother of his pup and a healer.

Nothing else.

Forcing his expression to betray nothing, he gazed at her, his eyes landing on her blood-stained sleeping yukata. A revolting scent reached him. Akiyama, he surmised darkly. She had healed Akiyama first. Gritting his teeth, he forced his gaze upwards to her face, refusing to look at the evidence of the miko's choice.

She stepped fully into his sleeping chambers, sliding the screen shut behind her. Her voice was soft when she spoke. “Sesshoumaru?”

Her footsteps reached him, soft and cautious, until he felt her presence right behind him. Still, he kept his eyes fixed on the steaming air above the hotsprings, urging himself to remain calm.

“S-Sesshoumaru… You're hurt.”

“Hn.”

A terse silence filled the air before she spoke again. “Let me heal you.”

Yes, she was a healer. Only then did the sting of the injuries inflicted by Akiyama returned fully. His cheek hurt and his side was throbbing. But it would heal. With his blood, these wounds would be healed by tomorrow night.

“It is unnecessary,” he responded flatly.

She sucked in a sharp breath. “You can't go around like that. Your cheek is one big bruise and there's blood all over your kimono!” she exclaimed incredulously.

“They are minor wounds and will be healed by tomorrow.”

“But I can heal it all right now!” the miko insisted.

“No.”

Another heavy silence filled the air. A moment later, Sesshoumaru felt a soft touch on his shoulder. He immediately tensed.

Her voice was quiet when she spoke. “If this is because of what I said to you earlier, then… then I'm sorry.”

He was disinclined to respond. What was she apologizing for? It no longer mattered to him. Offering to court her had been the result of a brief moment of weakness. A weakness he had no intention of repeating.

It was not necessary to discuss it.

He simply wished to forget it.

So he remained silent.

After a while, she left the room.

And for a long while afterwards, Sesshoumaru stood in the same position, staring out into nothing.

…***…***…***…

Sesshoumaru's hands tightened on the steering wheel as he glowered darkly. The memories surging through his mind was unsettling, and he almost wished that he and the miko had not forced them forth while she had been recuperating in Tsukuyo for the last few days.

The notion of losing control in such an abhorrent manner was discomfiting, even if it had occurred five hundred years ago. However, Sesshoumaru knew that if the same should happen again, it was likely that he would react in a similar manner. Anything to do with the miko seemed to push him to extremes. Even now, he could almost feel the rage coursing through his veins as if he was still fighting Akiyama.

He glanced to the side to find her staring silently out of the car window. It was obvious that she was just as disturbed with the memories as he was. Vaguely, he wondered if she would be influenced by the decision made by her younger self. Would she arrive at the same conclusion in this present time? Would she refuse him once again?

Instantly, he berated himself for his thoughts. The past was the past. He was no longer the same demon and she was no longer the same miko. Both of them had changed over time.

He simply needed to steer her towards the correct choice. That should not be too difficult as she would be staying under the same roof, albeit with her family. Her family had agreed to the plan and he had instructed Jaken and Rin to arrange for the Higurashis to be moved this morning to his mansion. In the meantime, the shrine would be tended by a few of his hanyou employees.

Once the miko was safely ensconced in his home, he would tear down Japan to seek retribution to this crime. Naraku had gone too far. NO ONE threatened his family.

His suspicions about Menomaru had been confirmed only yesterday. Naraku had indeed been hiding under Menomaru's protection in China. Niu Mo Wang, the Chinese bull demon lord had interceded on his behalf, forcing Menomaru to withdraw his support from Naraku and hence forcing the hanyou to return to Japan. That very action had negated the need for him to go to China to resolve the matter.

The entrance gate to his mansion swung open as soon as they approached. Sesshoumaru directed his car past the gate into the driveway.

“Do you think my family is here already?” the miko asked.

“I've instructed Rin to assist them in the move this morning,” Sesshoumaru replied as he parked the car and exited.

Getting out of the car to join him in the short walk up to the mansion, she continued, “It'll be nice to get to know Rin better.”

A frisson of unease skated down Sesshoumaru's spine when he was presented with an image of the miko and Rin arguing with him. Perhaps it would be wiser to ensure that they remained apart. Handling both of them at the same time should they decide to oppose him would be rather unpleasant.

Before he could reach out to open the door, it swung open to reveal Jaken. His retainer's expression of combined panic and fear instantly set of the alarms in Sesshoumaru's head. But then again, Jaken was prone to overreacting.

“Lord Sesshoumaru!” the demon croaked.

“Is something the matter, Jaken?” he asked calmly. “Are the Higurashis settled?”

Jaken gulped and then nodded slowly. “Y-Yes… They have returned to the shrine to collect more of their belongings. Rin, Shin and Sachimaru are with them.”

“Hn.”

His retainer's behavior was odder than usual. Deciding that Jaken was simply unused to the presence of so many humans, Sesshoumaru dismissed his concerns and strode in through the door. With the miko following close behind, Sesshoumaru made his way to the living room.

Then he froze.

His eyes widened in disbelief at the view which greeted him. There were countless shrine scrolls and other artifacts mounted on his walls, some which looked as if they might be alive once upon a time, shriveled as they were.

Slowly, he turned towards a shaking Jaken. “What is the meaning of this?” he ground out.

A hand landed on his back. “Uh…Sesshoumaru?”

He turned around to find the miko giving him a sheepish smile. Waving his arm once around the room, he said stonily, “This is unacceptable.”

“Remember that I told you it's not a good idea to let them bring whatever they want?”

His lips thinned. At that time, he had not considered the possibility of his home being mutilated and defiled by random, useless objects.

“It's not that bad. Really,” the miko insisted. “You will get used to it. Anyway, it's only temporary, right?”

His eyes narrowed. He did not wish to familiarize himself with such… nonsense. And he had no intention of allowing the miko's presence to be temporary, however much she appeared to be thinking otherwise.

Immediately, he recalled his vow to allow the miko to decide for herself. It could not be helped, then. He would speak to her today of his intentions. A frisson of apprehension skated up his spine and his entire body tensed at the memory of her rejection five hundred years ago. He could not help but wonder again if she would she reject him.

Then he felt the miko's arm circling his own. Instantly, the tension in him evaporated.

“I think some tea might be a good idea, don't you think, Jaken?” she said cheerfully, completely unaware of the turbulence within him.

Jaken quickly nodded. “Where does My Lady wish to take her tea?”

She glanced up at him questioningly.

“The study,” Sesshoumaru finally said. That was one place where no one was allowed entry. It was entirely possible that the study had not been redecorated.

…***…***…***…

Shifting on the couch to make room for Sesshoumaru, Kagome patted on the space beside her. “Sit here,” she invited just as a maid came in bearing a tray of tea.

Sesshoumaru waited until the tea was served and they were alone before he sat down close beside her. His eyes flickered with an unnamed emotion as he gazed at her. “We should continue to bring forth the memories, as unpleasant as some might be.”

Kagome sighed, knowing fully well that he was talking about her answer to his proposal. “I guess.”

“What else do you remember?”

Kagome frowned, trying to piece the fragmented images together. “I think this was about a few months after Sachimaru's birthday. I was calling out for you,” she said absently as the image of Sesshoumaru resolutely walking away from her became clearer and clearer. “But you were ignoring me. You kept on walking and I ran after you.”

Sesshoumaru frowned. “Why were you following me?”

“One of your scouts came to tell you something about demon slayers launching attacks in the Western Lands. I was worried after the last few incidents with the demon slayers, so I wanted to come along,” Kagome explained uneasily, averting her gaze. She had wanted to go to make sure that Sesshoumaru did not kill any of the demon slayers.

“The incident is familiar. I recall Inuyasha being absent because he was traveling, seeking for a way to strengthen Tetsusaiga.” A paused followed, and then he continued, “I did not wish for you to come.”

“Why?”

His eyes flickered.

Growing suspicious of his silence, Kagome pressed on, “Why? Come on, Sesshoumaru. You know that for this to work, we got to talk openly.”

His reluctance was clearly displayed in his tone when he said, “I was… displeased.”

“Because of the attacks from the demon slayers?”

“That is part of the reason.”

Letting out a sigh of exasperation, she said, “So what is the other reason?”

He looked away from her, the muscle in his jaw ticking. His voice was grudging when he bit out, “I was angry that you refused me.”

She blinked. Then comprehension dawned and she flushed uncomfortably. “Oh. The courting.” Then her eyes widened when she remembered the extraordinary number of wounds and bruises both demon lords had sported. “That night… You and Akiyama were not really sparring, were you?”

Sesshoumaru stiffened visibly.

His reaction was enough to tell her what she wanted to know. “You fought Akiyama because of that?” she asked weakly.

“Hn.”

Her stomach roiled when a sudden thought occurred to her. “Were you angry because I damaged your pride?”

A pause followed before he replied quietly, “No. It was not a simple matter of pride.”

Although he left the rest unspoken, Kagome understood what he meant. Feeling acutely uncomfortable now, she closed her eyes. Had she done the wrong thing by rejecting him at that time? But she had been so confused about her feelings and Sesshoumaru's reticence in displaying any emotion had not helped. If she had known that he would be so angry, she might have understood his motives better. She would have understood that he was not doing it just because it was his duty and that contrary to what he showed outwardly, he actually felt something for her.

When a comforting warmth enveloped her hands, her eyes flew open to see his larger fingers curling around hers. Feeling rather guilty for misjudging the situation five hundred years ago, she sighed.

“I'm sorry, Sesshoumaru. I didn't know. I thought you were doing it because it was your duty, because honor demands it.”

He raised a brow. “There must be other reasons. Honor itself is not worth all the disruption a mate would cause.” His tone was flat.

She pulled one hand free to prod him in the chest with one finger. “Are you saying that mates are troublesome?”

His eyes flickered. Then he reached out to touch her cheek, sending a jolt of something shooting to her toes. “Yes. However, there is something I wish you to consider.”

She blinked up at him, waiting for him to continue.

“It would please me if you took the time to consider mating with me.” His lips twisted slightly. “Once again.”

Her mouth went dry. This, she did not expect. “I… uhm…”

“No. Not now,” he interjected quietly. “Think about it first.”

This entire thing sounded uncomfortably familiar.

Was it really?

No.

This was different because he was different, and she was different. And he was asking to mate her, not court her. Not to mention that this time, she knew that she was in love with him. But what about him? Kagome bit her lips uncertainly as she searched his face, but it was as if he knew what she was thinking.

“Leave the past behind, Kagome,” he said softly.

Her eyes widened at his use of her name. Then his words sank in. He was right. The past was the past. Dwelling on it would not change anything. What was important was for her to look towards the future.

She took a deep breath and nodded.

…***…***…***…

A/N: So, that's it for now. Hope you liked it and please drop me a review if you can. Thanks!