InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Do you know how to dance? ❯ chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: sugar0o 
AN: well? let me know! I wanted to make sure the other characters got a good base in this story. I'm hopeing this doesnt throw too many for a loop. Thanks for the many reviews, and well wishes, screams of updates. Thanks to my beta, my marshmallow keeper!, Twist in Fate, you rock! either way. Thanks! - r0o
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.31.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 6.8K | Visits: 430 | Status: Completed
AN: well? let me know! I wanted to make sure the other characters got a good base in this story. I'm hopeing this doesnt throw too many for a loop. Thanks for the many reviews, and well wishes, screams of updates. Thanks to my beta, my marshmallow keeper!, Twist in Fate, you rock! either way. Thanks! - r0o
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.31.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 6.8K | Visits: 430 | Status: Completed
7.
Sesshomaru was deep in her memory from possibly a year or more ago, watching in sickening fascination his mate do her ‘job.’
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Kagome’s Memory….
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She adjusted the optical device sitting on her right ear, the ear piece set in place, the mouth piece resting against her jugular and against her larynx as much as could be. Her ebony tresses pulled into a tight bun atop her head, her face set in stoic fashion, her left eye sharp and astonishingly a dark muddy blue, almost black in the dark night. From head to toe she was covered in a black Kevlar-leather like mesh suit that allowed her both stealth, and free motion, it was light weight and plated with youki enforced steel, as well as blessed with her own miko charms, possibly the highest quality armor one could wear. Kagome was death incarnate with both a gun, and sword, and more knives and throwing apparatus then any of her team. She was Alpha of section two, and unlike some tacticians, she never sent her team where she herself was not willing to go, so she led.
Her short sword was strapped to her thigh, the black hilt on black Japanese steel gave no glint of light to reflect, unlike most blades her’s was more ‘frost’ or dull then shiny. Her long sword strapped against her back, two of her 9mm’s crossed behind her back for easy access and handling as well as two just on the sides of her breast. There were far too many knives and throwing kunai’s to count in far too many personal places that one would hardly look for a weapon. Kagome’s steps were silent as her optical radar gave off ticks for heat, youki, and ki, sweeping the floor levels she was on and the two below her. They had entered at night when there were less people in the building but it didn’t mean it would be any less dangerous. Her glance caught sight of her team as they hid in shadow becoming nothing more then black ghosts in the night. She was proud of them, this was to be their first mission as a new team with the newest members, Shippo and Rin.
She, Sango and Miroku were old pro’s at the game of ‘tag‘ as they called it, this team was used primarily to deal explicitly with ‘delicate situations‘ as her superior called it, really they were just situations when youkai who got to big for their britches. Youkai, she didn’t hate them, didn’t even truly want to hurt them, even though she was a miko their natural born enemy, it was not in her being to needlessly hurt someone, in fact for her team to even take the job it would have to be proven beyond a doubt that said youkai[s] were even up to something. The thing was, once they were, there was no coming back, her team was, ‘how did her superior call it last time, Ruthless,’ she chuckled silently at the thought. Taking herself away from the slight memory, she latched thin black wire into a grappling hook, it wasn’t getting the hook to catch on the beam that was hard, it was getting it to do it without a sound that allowed her easy access to her targets.
It also never failed to amuse her that youkai with their ‘superior’ hearing never even saw her coming. She held her hand up and made signals to her team who were right on her heel, as she cast the line down wrapping it around her ankle and boot, before she jumped from the third floor inner balcony, she toppled over gracefully and upside down controlling her downward decent with her other leg as she pulled two of her now reishi infused 9mm’s. The moment was like something from a movie, her ‘tagger’ or ‘ki-dar’ as she called it, which was really her ki seeker, and optical device telling her which direction she needed to be shooting in. Silencers really didn’t work on youkai but it kept humans from noticing there was a situation, she emptied her rounds as she descended, taking no names, nor prisoners, it wasn’t her job to do so. Her’s was just to secure the building, and another team would do the search.
Soon four other lines dropped and her team was descending as well, they made quick work for the sweep, and found little resistance as they made their way from one side to another, floor by floor, it was all done in silence, only hand motions, and clicks to actually tell them what was going on. ‘They had made this easy‘, she thought and Kagome did not like easy, it usually meant that something wasn’t going to turn out the way she wanted it to. Her sixth sense was going crazy, and it was highly unlikely that something would happen, but she drew some senbon in her left hand, three between her fingers, and her long sword with her right hand. She was stalking, some how, someone had gotten around her ‘tagger’ and was still on the floor with them. She watched passively as her team finished everything, them noticing that she was still in search mode, when something caught out of the corner of her eye.
Heading towards Shippo was someone who had not been caught on any on her ki-dar, the assailant was going old school but they were going faster then she knew the kit to be. She sprinted, sending rich waves of power into her own legs to move her being faster and intercepted the downward thrust of the blade with her own. The kit was not aware what was going on until he saw Kagome seemingly vanish, then reappear beside him, the heavy clang of the clashing metal hard in his ear. Turning with a speed that only he and Kagome could attain on their team, he saw with his youki filled eyes her senbon filled hand sweeping across the lone youkai’s abdomen, falling in a pool of his own blood, while splattering it all over Kagome. He nearly shuddered at the look in her eyes, she was upset, it didn’t matter what was going on, those on her team were like family, and Kagome felt like she would have just lost her little brother.
They had gotten out of the building after taking out the alarms, and the call was placed for the search team to come in, now that the sweeping had been completed, that night was the first night Shippo and Rin came to the dance club with them. Kagome danced with everyone in the room that had the legs for it. When she danced with Shippo as sloppy as he was, she only told him that ‘he wasn’t allowed to mess up like that again. That she didn’t, couldn’t, and wouldn’t let him leave her team. He simply wasn’t allowed to leave them.’ he had smiled and told her he’d try harder, she smiled radiantly and let him dance with Rin as she took on one of the older gents, a regular with a beaming smile, a seductive sway to her hips, a saucy cocktail dress and strappy heels.
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End memory…
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Sesshomaru sat up a bit as he felt his un-swollen girth loosening from her core, sliding himself out with ease as he thought about what he had just seen, his mate, and soon to be wife, for he would marry her as well, was a member of section two. He listened as she signed from the intrusion being removed from her being, moaning out as if relieved from the swell that had invaded her for hours on end, he chuckled inwardly for it would not be the last invasion upon her body in the next twenty four hours. He was brought back to his musing though, this had the potential to bring about problems, because as she would find out tomorrow when she reached that portion of his own life, he was a member of section one.
He was in fact the assassin’s assassin, only working when no other could do the job, he had never been aware of who led or was on any of the other teams except Naraku on team three, and Kouga, on his own team, he had never wanted to know, in fact it was best that he didn’t know. But now he was mated to Alpha Two and he was Alpha One, so that was good at least, but possibly problematic. He was pleased at least to know that he wouldn’t have to worry about her not being able to take care of herself or that she wouldn’t be able to handle responsibility, but it was still a bit upsetting to know that your mate was possibly as dangerous as you were at least for a human, and yet at the same time he felt closer to her then he had before knowing this.
Yes, he wanted her body, her mind, her soul, her everything, just as he was willing to give as much to her, but there was no love between them yet, he knew he’d be able to love her in time, as there was much he already loved about her, but tonight was not the night to find that love. He felt possessive of her already, confident even that they could and would stand by each others side and love would come in time. Sesshomaru was content with that for he would never mate for love, but he could mate in friendship, or compatibility and allow that to grow into more. He would need to learn her likes and dislikes as she would learn his.
They would make it work no matter what happened, or what the morrow brought, they would stand tall against anything that came their way, if anything trust would be what they built their relationship on, because he was Sesshomaru, and failure was not an option. He could feel that they were going to be unstoppable, as he had never had as much unwavering confidence in anything before this moment, it was frightening, and yet welcoming, it was amazing, and new. Sesshomaru knew that she would be the beginning of the most interesting and best part of his life if nothing else the most chaotic, and he welcomed the change, the challenge and her, with open arms. ‘Let the world come to them‘, he thought, ‘the world will bow before us‘.
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Close to the Yokohama Residence near the Sea….
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Izayoi was up and about early this morning, having been woken up by her husband’s ‘mate‘, she thought bitterly, at four in the morning. Not that she didn’t care about Sesshomaru, it was just that they had never really gotten along. She had tried to be civil to him, but he was like a stone being, unmoved by anything. She remembered clearly when he’d come to see his little brother for the first time many years before, he had sneered when she had pulled the blanket back to show him a good view of Inuyasha. She didn’t care that her son was hanyou, but had she known the world in which she would live in, and what her son would go through she would have thought harder on the situation, and maybe never agreed to it. Even though she loved her husband dearly, there were some things that she wished she could have spared her child from, as a mother, no one wants to see their son come home so upset just because of what he was.
It was unnatural for her to live in their world, ‘humans‘, she thought, shouldn’t live with such beautiful beings, she was not a racist but it had dawned on her just years before as she sat at her vanity one night before bed. It was then that she realized that she had the slightest bit of ‘crows feet’ next to her eyes, ‘laugh lines’ that were getting ever deeper and longer. And before where that had been the deepest chocolate hair, was now small bits of splotched grey. Her husband, he had not aged with distinguished beauty, he was simply ageless, he had only grown in wisdom, there was no grey hair like she had, no lines of regret, worry, fear, his skin was still tanned pleasantly and just as smooth as when they had met years before.
Toga still looked about thirty one, as he had when they’d met, but his eyes showed his age, but there was no physical counterpart to the wisdom he’d gained while they were a couple. It was simply that with each day she was dying a little inside and out, literally, while he was everlasting, constant. In time her body would be old and wrinkled and he would still be young and beautiful, it was unfair for her to have placed herself in his world, where other youkai were correct with their whispers while the pair were out and about, she had never let the anguish show on her face when she heard their none-to-quiet whispers, but she did not belong, that she agreed with. Her human blueblood bloodline aside, she was just a human, of no power, of no true status, and only a title that weighed nothing in the eyes of court, youkai or human societies.
Izayoi sighed, her predicament was not even the worst of it, she had brought a helpless babe into this world, into this life, where he was hardly loved by either human or demon societies. It was true that there were fewer true blood youkai then there were mixed bloods and hanyous, but those mixed bloods and hanyous made up the majority of the demonic world. Yet hanyous to this day were still treated as the lowest of the low.
True bloods on top followed by mixed bloods, then humans and finally hanyous, that was the pecking order of the life she had given her son, and no fact that he was the son of Toga made up for such things. She made a sour face at all the times she had been in the kitchen only to have her young son come home from school in tears, or when she had to explain what a ’half-breed’ was. Her son was a prince of two worlds and yet he was scoffed at, hated, sneered at, and his brother was always his greatest antagonist.. She didn’t know why she even bothered he hated humans, and when she died, it would only be known as the removal of the blight upon the blood of the House of the Moon.
Sesshomaru, had been cruel to his brother all of her precious hanyou’s life, so Izayoi had made a point never to give the eldest son any more attention then was required, to her it didn’t matter if he was the Lord of the West, she was the wife of Toga, and the dog would always obey his father. But she was not so sure, and she did not wish to test the birth of her step-son’s wrath, her greatest hope was that he too would have a human mate, to have to deal with the things she and Toga had, it was as much as blessing as it was a curse that she hoped he had. Though knowing him he would never have such a thing, she sighed again, she had stopped counting how many she had had by now, her mate had gone back to sleep and here she was awake thinking of such things.
The house wife snorted in a very un-lady like fashion, her step son was cruel, like the mother, Hatsumomo, Izayoi nearly mentally spat the name. It had never gone unnoticed by any that the two females of Toga were on bad terms. As it were, Izayoi would always stand second to the mate, and Alpha female Hatsumomo, and oh how she resented her for it. Rising from the bed lest her slumbering mate wake to her infuriated temper, the mother of Inuyasha got up to take a shower. Hatsumomo was never a good topic with her, but how many second wives could say they were on good terms with their husbands ex’s, or in her case, simi-ex’s, luckily there were no children to share and they had little reason to be in the same room. But she just hated her, Hatsumomo was graceful and far more beautiful then she could ever hope to be, as though she were born that way, ‘which she probably was‘, she mused angrily as she got into the bathroom and started the quiet roar of the shower.
The high bitch, and mate of Toga, former Lady of the West was on no leash, held no restraint for anything or anyone, and could demand anything and get it. If Izayoi were honest with herself, which she was not, when it came to the subject of Hatsumomo she was highly jealous. She was a monster with large envious, luminous, green eyes, to have Hatsumomo’s timeless and flawless beauty, grace, her poise, power, truly would be a grand thing, to be first and foremost with her husband as Hatsumomo was though, would be even better.
As a human it was in her nature to covet her husbands love and adoration, but though she lived with him, and he doted heavily on her, if Hatsumomo called, even if he was grumbling the while way, Toga would go. She loathed the power that the old bitch had over him, but as a human she looked at the world through narrowed, un-understanding eyes, she like her son had never thought to look beyond themselves, and though Toga faulted neither of them for this, the rest of the world was not so forgiving, Izayoi would find this out far sooner then she had ever thought when she finally met the new Lady of the West, but for now she was unaware of such things.
The mother of one dog-eared hanyou finished her shower lost in her bitter thoughts, drying herself as she looked over her reflection vainly in the mirror, studying again the fine lines that proved she was aging, the few more hairs of grey that were no longer brown. Noticing just slightly that her breasts were not as perky and upbeat as they had been before, she growled annoyed at herself, this angry depression happened any time Hatsumomo called, and she hated it. Izayoi felt that her husbands bad mood directly affected her, and that Hatsumomo’s mood directly affected him, so this whole self defamation of her mental and personal character were always the old bitches fault.
She angrily went about her daily routine, frustrated at her plight in life, never once allowing herself to see that she was in fact the other woman and to the rest of the world that’s exactly what she was. She dressed in a pull over cotton black shirt, and carpri’s looking very much the costume of an Audrey Heparin movie, she got out of the room to start her day, Toga thanks to the call would be asleep for another hour or two, beyond that it was Saturday. Getting down in the kitchen she grabbed a cup of coffee, having aquired a taste for it years ago in the morning, and a light breakfast, talking to the kitchen staff that was a bit more buzzy then usual. Looking to Hera the head chef she asked what was going on, it was unusual for her not to know what was happening in her own home.
“Young Master Inuyasha came home just a few short hours ago, he ha-” but Hera didn’t get to finished before Izayoi was already up and moving towards her son’s room. Years of sneaking in to make sure he was heavily asleep paid off for her when she cracked his door opened and looked in. She blushed hotly when she saw that there was a head of massive black tress mixed so well with the silver, as the pair were in a lovers embrace, it was so adorable she thought. She could see her Inuyasha’s peaceful face, and ‘Kagome’s’ shoulder from under the covers, it wasn’t unusual for him to sometimes end up at home this time of month, she didn’t know why she even forgot that he might show up but she was happy that he did, and she adored Kagome. Izayoi quietly closed the door and went back downstairs a dreamy little smile on her face thinking about the happy pair, never knowing just who it was she really saw.
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In Tokyo somewhere…
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Miroku sat out on his sky topped balcony, the sun slowly coming up over the high-rises of the city giving the concrete jungle a bit more of an ethereal feel then the urban meat market that it normally felt like. He was wearing only a pair of navy hakamas and a towel hanging around his neck hanging over his bare muscular chest, a water bottle in his hand. Sweat beaded on his brow lightly as he contemplated life, it was a morning routine that he had kept going for far longer then he cared to really remember, meditating, followed by a thorough set of yoga stretches.
He wasn’t really that old but he’d been doing the same practice for nearly twenty years, having had to learn the spiritual arts at the young age of five from his father’s much elder half-brother, Mushin, after his father‘s untimely death. Mushin was also the reason Miroku had ended up a gabbler, a womanizer, a philosopher, and more so the reason he’d gotten in so much trouble that it was either jail or life in ‘the Program‘. Being the sensible individual that he was and the lack of female company in jail, he obviously went into the seemingly lesser of two evils..
That was where he met Kagome, they had been teenagers, the first of his many great friends, Kagome became like his little sister, and a closer friendship he had never known before her. Kagome and he had been in almost ever class and training together, and oddly she had never hated him for his womanizing ways, accepting him without thought or any other reason to do so. It was this reason that he loved her so, it was not the love that a man has for a woman, but a love from so deep within that he would do anything to help her, and hurt anyone that dared attempt to harm her in turn.
He’d even taken on the role of training her younger brother when he too gained spiritual powers, the late bloomer Souta was, though that was in secret, neither he or Kagome wanted Souta to be recruited either. ‘The program’ was not for weak individuals, it was for the powerful, the dutiful, it was the law that no man, woman, hanyou or youkai ever saw. They were the ghosts of the city always keeping those who had great power from using it against those who could not help themselves. Groups of slayers, mikos, priests, monks, hanyous, and youkai all alike in the sworn bond to uphold the great truths of life and to protect those who could not protect themselves.
They were silent saviors, but to the media they were sometimes, terrorists, it was a disheartening job to have really, but having grown a family like he had now, Miroku wouldn’t change it for the world. He had met Sango, the love of his life through ‘the Program‘, as well as Rin who was like a tiny Kagome clone, there was no way he wouldn’t feel protective over her as well especially when she was assigned to shadow Kagome. He’d met Shippo there as well and found something akin to a younger brother in the rust haired fox demon, and a master mind in mischief when it came to their curvaceous fiery females; Not to mention that the fox was just as perverted as he, when it came to his own woman as he was of Sango, really he had to wondered how all the women around him and the fox put up with them.
He sighed in thought, the surge of power that had swept the city was nearly invisible to most, most not being able to see the light, only to feel it, he on the other hand had been brought out of slumber because of it. His morning routine started far earlier then he would have liked to have started after such an enjoyable night of dancing vertically as well as horizontally. His mind glazing a bit at the heated night he had with Sango, the way she had called his name, and how he had gotten her to pass out not too long before he’d been woken up.
He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Kagome was now Sesshomaru’s, honestly as disturbing as it was to have just met the male the night before, he was glad, everything about Sesshomaru seemed so perfectly fit against his little sister. It was odd that he trusted this male so whole heartedly with his sister’s heart, but he knew like any big brother, that should the Daiyoukai, and Lord of the West ever hurt her, he would find an enemy that no other would dare want for. He might be a passive man but his aggression knew no bounds, and once provoked it was like taking on the kami’s wrath. And then there was the kitsune, even Miroku shuddered at the thought of provoking Shippo. The kit was youthful in mind and even in body he was only a spry four hundred and something making him look to be about nineteen, but the man was undoubtedly not at all what he seemed at times. Even he would hate to make an enemy of the fox.
He sighed again, things were going to change, but it was good, Miroku and Rin had been worried about Kagome for the last six months or more. One of their last missions, he remembered, had gone wrong. He remembered the pulse of dark energy like it was yesterday, he remembered finding Kagome, his strong and powerful sister, laying crumpled on the ground, a spirit above her and some how attached to her, or more so the jewel that had laid slumbering there since it was placed their by the counsel of miko’s years before. He had never seen the look of terror on Kagome’s face before that mission, and he prayed that he never saw it again.
It had taken much to finally kill the spirit, having found that it could take on the body of anything living or not, they had fought a long fight, calling in to headquarters hours later when they seemingly could not win, and still carrying around and unconscious Kagome. Eventually it hadn’t even been he or Rin that had done it, but Alpha One, who hadn’t even bothered to see if Alpha Two, ie… Kagome was okay. They had seen him only for a moment, but that was all it had taken, he had come in covered from head to toe in black, though that was not surprising, as they were never to see others teams knowingly even if they were sent to them. He had killed the vengeful spirit with one sweep of his sword, and left without saying a word, only giving a nod.
It had been a horrible day, unofficially the ‘shit had hit the fan.’ Kagome was left unconscious for days on end fighting some fight that none of them could ever imagine, and all feared for her death. It had been amazing that she had even lived afterwards, but he and Rin could feel the change in her aura when she finally woke, when no one else could. He remembered more as he looked out upon the waking city, that she had not wanted to talk about it, but they had gotten The Kagome they knew and loved back after all, she had seemingly to gone back to normal.
He remembered her telling them that it was possibly the worst thing she had ever felt, that the souls of thousands of demons had been emptied into her soul, and they along with another miko had battled for the rights over the body. It was a long hard battle but with the help of the other miko they had purified the evil souls, she was left exhausted, but she had woken up. He remembered her eyes had been blue before, dark and muddy almost, but when she had woken from this, they had been pale, and icy. Her aura too had changed, no longer the pale white that it had once been, but now a pink almost lavender color. It was pure and tainted at the same time, and somehow laced with the slightest bit of youki, almost as if she had gone through a mating bond, but they all knew it was not the case.
They had been taken out of rotation then, if the Alpha was not up and viable, then the rest of the section was not able to perform either. They had taken it in stride, for Kagome would do the same for them on any occasion, and honestly so long as she was fine that was all that mattered. Still he wondered, and hoped now that this mating would fixed her ever fluxing aura and soul, they had talked more then she had confided in any other, still they were the dearest of friends, and she could tell him anything in confidence. She was in a constant stated of battle for her own soul, even though the evil had been purified the youki had not, her powers were enough to keep the rest at bay, and from over powering her, but there was now constant strain on her being. He knew as did she, that if this continued Kagome would die from the pressure of such a distress on her soul.
Miroku was so deep in thought that he had not noticed Sango awake and coming out to him, she was dressed in a black sleeping yakata, the robe falling off her sun kissed shoulder, as she sat beside him and leaned into him. The weight of her head and the scent of her stale body soaps, and natural scent mixing into something that he adored, he didn’t need the nose of a youkai to know his woman smelt good, and tempting. He smiled to himself, they were not married, nor were they engaged, they had not even stated that they were boyfriend and girlfriend, there was just the understanding. But with Kagome now mated, and Shippo and Rin married and mated, they would be the only ones left, he’d been thinking about it for a while now, and it seemed to be the right time to do so, he would ask her to marry him.
A sly smile crept over his face at the thought, contrary to popular belief waking up to her every day for the rest of his life was exactly what he wanted. With that in mind the monk got up leaving his sleepy and confused lover sitting on the extended sunning chair, gesturing that he would only be a moment, and to stay put. She did, fussing over her unruly hair as her robe fell a bit more off her shoulder revealing the soft tuft swelling of her upper breast. She was alarmed when Miroku came back, and kneeled before her, her brain not fully awake, as she looked at him. His smile was charming, and she often thanked the gods that a man like him was in her life, she was shocked though when he pulled out a velvet violet colored box, that contained a rather shapely diamond.
She didn’t even let him ask when she saw him opening his mouth to speak, she darted into his grasp and toppled him over, her landing on top, kissing him on every inch of skin she could find, saying “Yes.” between ever brush of their skin. Miroku was indeed a happy man in that moment, placing his hands on both sides of her face, at the top of her neck and yet cupping her cheeks as well. He stared into her cinnamon eyes, that held tears threatening to fall but joy obviously shinning through, he loved this woman, and he’d do anything in his power to never leave her, there were just no words for him to be able to tell her how much she meant to him. And so he decided to show her, he made love to her far more gently then he had ever before, right there on the sky topped balcony, he didn’t care if the whole world knew it, he loved her, and right now, no thoughts, or memories could take him from her, she was all that he ever needed.
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At the Penthouse….
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Sesshomaru had gotten up not long after he was free from his mates tiny body, though he could honestly say he had found heaven between her thighs, it did not stop nature from telling him that it needed release as well. He had gotten up and headed right for the bathroom, a nice shower was in order among other things, he also had much on his mind as he had watched all of Kagome’s life pass before his eyes. He was not upset at the things he saw, he knew the reasons of her secretiveness, as she would see soon, so did he. No he was simply wondering how everything was going to work out.
He knew now that the foreign power in her body had been the Shikon jewel, but its instability from an attack waged by one of the spirits in the jewel had left her vulnerable, and he had come to the rescue. He had vaguely remembered that night a while ago, he hadn’t even bothered to check the Alpha of Two, he had gone in and done what had been asked of him and left. Now though if she would be mad at him for that, though he chuckled a bit at the thought, they had been underfoot of one another many times, but never once had they crossed paths until last night, he was amazed about that, and her in general.
He had been right earlier knowing that he’d be able to love her greatly, all he needed was time to do so he was certain, and he’d be under her love spell. It was a mixed feeling knowing that, he was not displeased at the idea but it was odd to openly surrender to the idea that he would be so willing with it. Perhaps he had been a bachelor for far too long, either way it would not matter, he had much to do and think on. He needed to be ready for her when she woke, she’d need a hot bath to relax her muscles, as well as Tylenol for the pain, food for her hunger, and perhaps if she became agreeable he would have to make sure he knew where the sheets were so he could change them out on the bed while she bathed, he was certain she wouldn’t want to sleep twice in what they had made last night. Oddly he wouldn’t mind the scent was erotic and heavenly to his nose.
He also needed to call into work and call out for them both, who would have ever thought that he, Sesshomaru Taishou, would call in to work using the ‘Sudden Mating’ clause. He nearly laughed at the thought as hot water cascaded down his form, relaxing his muscles, he would have a lot of explaining to do to a lot of people very soon. He hated explaining, maybe he could get Kagome to do it, maybe he could see just how jealous she could be, he mused before dismissing the thought. He didn’t want his bitch upset for any reason, let alone the females he was sure were going to make his bitch’s life hell later. He scowled darkly, ‘they will learn never to harm what is mine‘, he thought thinking of anyone harming Kagome.
He sighed again, knowing he’d have to get his penthouse ready for a female, he would allow her to redecorate, so long as it was tasteful, he’d have to have his closet expanded, and a second study built in for her, as well as a few structure and details planned out now that he had a mate and someone to protect. He mused happily through his shower, making a mental checklist of his now busy day, and he had a decent sized list already mentally etched out, when he came out of the shower, and into the bedroom to see his beautiful mate sprawled out naked as the day she was born on the silken sheets. It had turned out that he was indeed a lucky male to have captured such a beautiful person, both inside and out, she was so much more then she looked, and he couldn’t ask for anything more then she. Allowing a small smile to cross his face he began making his calls for the day before getting up to get his mate something to eat for when she woke.
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With Souta…
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He walked the halls of his school, a silly grin on his tired face, he couldn’t help it, he was glad for his sister, after talking to Miroku on the phone just before he went into school he had found out that the man would not be coming today, for he was spending it with his fiancée, as well as the fact that Kagome and Inuyasha had broken up and Kagome was now with some fellow by the name of Sesshomaru. He had looked the youkai up the moment he and Miroku got off the phone and was pleased by most of what he saw, though he was a tad bit alarmed at the thought that he was cold hearted, he knew his sister was not the type to attach herself to something she thought was wrong, and knowing Inuyasha in some ways meant that she would know his brother, or at least that’s what Souta told himself.
Though he didn’t want to think negatively, he hadn’t met the male yet, so either way, he was just happy it wasn’t Inuyasha. Handing his paper into his first period teacher’s box, he went to his seat and promptly fell asleep until it was time for class to start which was a little over an hour. Though none had woken him when roll call came, many of the girls around him thought he was adorable with a slight bit of drool running down his cheek to the desk, a grin on his silly sleeping face, an small catlike mewish snores coming from his being. Waking to giggles surrounds him, and a wet cheek, that was how Souta Higurashi learned never to go to sleep in a school with girls anywhere near him.
Sesshomaru was deep in her memory from possibly a year or more ago, watching in sickening fascination his mate do her ‘job.’
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Kagome’s Memory….
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She adjusted the optical device sitting on her right ear, the ear piece set in place, the mouth piece resting against her jugular and against her larynx as much as could be. Her ebony tresses pulled into a tight bun atop her head, her face set in stoic fashion, her left eye sharp and astonishingly a dark muddy blue, almost black in the dark night. From head to toe she was covered in a black Kevlar-leather like mesh suit that allowed her both stealth, and free motion, it was light weight and plated with youki enforced steel, as well as blessed with her own miko charms, possibly the highest quality armor one could wear. Kagome was death incarnate with both a gun, and sword, and more knives and throwing apparatus then any of her team. She was Alpha of section two, and unlike some tacticians, she never sent her team where she herself was not willing to go, so she led.
Her short sword was strapped to her thigh, the black hilt on black Japanese steel gave no glint of light to reflect, unlike most blades her’s was more ‘frost’ or dull then shiny. Her long sword strapped against her back, two of her 9mm’s crossed behind her back for easy access and handling as well as two just on the sides of her breast. There were far too many knives and throwing kunai’s to count in far too many personal places that one would hardly look for a weapon. Kagome’s steps were silent as her optical radar gave off ticks for heat, youki, and ki, sweeping the floor levels she was on and the two below her. They had entered at night when there were less people in the building but it didn’t mean it would be any less dangerous. Her glance caught sight of her team as they hid in shadow becoming nothing more then black ghosts in the night. She was proud of them, this was to be their first mission as a new team with the newest members, Shippo and Rin.
She, Sango and Miroku were old pro’s at the game of ‘tag‘ as they called it, this team was used primarily to deal explicitly with ‘delicate situations‘ as her superior called it, really they were just situations when youkai who got to big for their britches. Youkai, she didn’t hate them, didn’t even truly want to hurt them, even though she was a miko their natural born enemy, it was not in her being to needlessly hurt someone, in fact for her team to even take the job it would have to be proven beyond a doubt that said youkai[s] were even up to something. The thing was, once they were, there was no coming back, her team was, ‘how did her superior call it last time, Ruthless,’ she chuckled silently at the thought. Taking herself away from the slight memory, she latched thin black wire into a grappling hook, it wasn’t getting the hook to catch on the beam that was hard, it was getting it to do it without a sound that allowed her easy access to her targets.
It also never failed to amuse her that youkai with their ‘superior’ hearing never even saw her coming. She held her hand up and made signals to her team who were right on her heel, as she cast the line down wrapping it around her ankle and boot, before she jumped from the third floor inner balcony, she toppled over gracefully and upside down controlling her downward decent with her other leg as she pulled two of her now reishi infused 9mm’s. The moment was like something from a movie, her ‘tagger’ or ‘ki-dar’ as she called it, which was really her ki seeker, and optical device telling her which direction she needed to be shooting in. Silencers really didn’t work on youkai but it kept humans from noticing there was a situation, she emptied her rounds as she descended, taking no names, nor prisoners, it wasn’t her job to do so. Her’s was just to secure the building, and another team would do the search.
Soon four other lines dropped and her team was descending as well, they made quick work for the sweep, and found little resistance as they made their way from one side to another, floor by floor, it was all done in silence, only hand motions, and clicks to actually tell them what was going on. ‘They had made this easy‘, she thought and Kagome did not like easy, it usually meant that something wasn’t going to turn out the way she wanted it to. Her sixth sense was going crazy, and it was highly unlikely that something would happen, but she drew some senbon in her left hand, three between her fingers, and her long sword with her right hand. She was stalking, some how, someone had gotten around her ‘tagger’ and was still on the floor with them. She watched passively as her team finished everything, them noticing that she was still in search mode, when something caught out of the corner of her eye.
Heading towards Shippo was someone who had not been caught on any on her ki-dar, the assailant was going old school but they were going faster then she knew the kit to be. She sprinted, sending rich waves of power into her own legs to move her being faster and intercepted the downward thrust of the blade with her own. The kit was not aware what was going on until he saw Kagome seemingly vanish, then reappear beside him, the heavy clang of the clashing metal hard in his ear. Turning with a speed that only he and Kagome could attain on their team, he saw with his youki filled eyes her senbon filled hand sweeping across the lone youkai’s abdomen, falling in a pool of his own blood, while splattering it all over Kagome. He nearly shuddered at the look in her eyes, she was upset, it didn’t matter what was going on, those on her team were like family, and Kagome felt like she would have just lost her little brother.
They had gotten out of the building after taking out the alarms, and the call was placed for the search team to come in, now that the sweeping had been completed, that night was the first night Shippo and Rin came to the dance club with them. Kagome danced with everyone in the room that had the legs for it. When she danced with Shippo as sloppy as he was, she only told him that ‘he wasn’t allowed to mess up like that again. That she didn’t, couldn’t, and wouldn’t let him leave her team. He simply wasn’t allowed to leave them.’ he had smiled and told her he’d try harder, she smiled radiantly and let him dance with Rin as she took on one of the older gents, a regular with a beaming smile, a seductive sway to her hips, a saucy cocktail dress and strappy heels.
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End memory…
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Sesshomaru sat up a bit as he felt his un-swollen girth loosening from her core, sliding himself out with ease as he thought about what he had just seen, his mate, and soon to be wife, for he would marry her as well, was a member of section two. He listened as she signed from the intrusion being removed from her being, moaning out as if relieved from the swell that had invaded her for hours on end, he chuckled inwardly for it would not be the last invasion upon her body in the next twenty four hours. He was brought back to his musing though, this had the potential to bring about problems, because as she would find out tomorrow when she reached that portion of his own life, he was a member of section one.
He was in fact the assassin’s assassin, only working when no other could do the job, he had never been aware of who led or was on any of the other teams except Naraku on team three, and Kouga, on his own team, he had never wanted to know, in fact it was best that he didn’t know. But now he was mated to Alpha Two and he was Alpha One, so that was good at least, but possibly problematic. He was pleased at least to know that he wouldn’t have to worry about her not being able to take care of herself or that she wouldn’t be able to handle responsibility, but it was still a bit upsetting to know that your mate was possibly as dangerous as you were at least for a human, and yet at the same time he felt closer to her then he had before knowing this.
Yes, he wanted her body, her mind, her soul, her everything, just as he was willing to give as much to her, but there was no love between them yet, he knew he’d be able to love her in time, as there was much he already loved about her, but tonight was not the night to find that love. He felt possessive of her already, confident even that they could and would stand by each others side and love would come in time. Sesshomaru was content with that for he would never mate for love, but he could mate in friendship, or compatibility and allow that to grow into more. He would need to learn her likes and dislikes as she would learn his.
They would make it work no matter what happened, or what the morrow brought, they would stand tall against anything that came their way, if anything trust would be what they built their relationship on, because he was Sesshomaru, and failure was not an option. He could feel that they were going to be unstoppable, as he had never had as much unwavering confidence in anything before this moment, it was frightening, and yet welcoming, it was amazing, and new. Sesshomaru knew that she would be the beginning of the most interesting and best part of his life if nothing else the most chaotic, and he welcomed the change, the challenge and her, with open arms. ‘Let the world come to them‘, he thought, ‘the world will bow before us‘.
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Close to the Yokohama Residence near the Sea….
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Izayoi was up and about early this morning, having been woken up by her husband’s ‘mate‘, she thought bitterly, at four in the morning. Not that she didn’t care about Sesshomaru, it was just that they had never really gotten along. She had tried to be civil to him, but he was like a stone being, unmoved by anything. She remembered clearly when he’d come to see his little brother for the first time many years before, he had sneered when she had pulled the blanket back to show him a good view of Inuyasha. She didn’t care that her son was hanyou, but had she known the world in which she would live in, and what her son would go through she would have thought harder on the situation, and maybe never agreed to it. Even though she loved her husband dearly, there were some things that she wished she could have spared her child from, as a mother, no one wants to see their son come home so upset just because of what he was.
It was unnatural for her to live in their world, ‘humans‘, she thought, shouldn’t live with such beautiful beings, she was not a racist but it had dawned on her just years before as she sat at her vanity one night before bed. It was then that she realized that she had the slightest bit of ‘crows feet’ next to her eyes, ‘laugh lines’ that were getting ever deeper and longer. And before where that had been the deepest chocolate hair, was now small bits of splotched grey. Her husband, he had not aged with distinguished beauty, he was simply ageless, he had only grown in wisdom, there was no grey hair like she had, no lines of regret, worry, fear, his skin was still tanned pleasantly and just as smooth as when they had met years before.
Toga still looked about thirty one, as he had when they’d met, but his eyes showed his age, but there was no physical counterpart to the wisdom he’d gained while they were a couple. It was simply that with each day she was dying a little inside and out, literally, while he was everlasting, constant. In time her body would be old and wrinkled and he would still be young and beautiful, it was unfair for her to have placed herself in his world, where other youkai were correct with their whispers while the pair were out and about, she had never let the anguish show on her face when she heard their none-to-quiet whispers, but she did not belong, that she agreed with. Her human blueblood bloodline aside, she was just a human, of no power, of no true status, and only a title that weighed nothing in the eyes of court, youkai or human societies.
Izayoi sighed, her predicament was not even the worst of it, she had brought a helpless babe into this world, into this life, where he was hardly loved by either human or demon societies. It was true that there were fewer true blood youkai then there were mixed bloods and hanyous, but those mixed bloods and hanyous made up the majority of the demonic world. Yet hanyous to this day were still treated as the lowest of the low.
True bloods on top followed by mixed bloods, then humans and finally hanyous, that was the pecking order of the life she had given her son, and no fact that he was the son of Toga made up for such things. She made a sour face at all the times she had been in the kitchen only to have her young son come home from school in tears, or when she had to explain what a ’half-breed’ was. Her son was a prince of two worlds and yet he was scoffed at, hated, sneered at, and his brother was always his greatest antagonist.. She didn’t know why she even bothered he hated humans, and when she died, it would only be known as the removal of the blight upon the blood of the House of the Moon.
Sesshomaru, had been cruel to his brother all of her precious hanyou’s life, so Izayoi had made a point never to give the eldest son any more attention then was required, to her it didn’t matter if he was the Lord of the West, she was the wife of Toga, and the dog would always obey his father. But she was not so sure, and she did not wish to test the birth of her step-son’s wrath, her greatest hope was that he too would have a human mate, to have to deal with the things she and Toga had, it was as much as blessing as it was a curse that she hoped he had. Though knowing him he would never have such a thing, she sighed again, she had stopped counting how many she had had by now, her mate had gone back to sleep and here she was awake thinking of such things.
The house wife snorted in a very un-lady like fashion, her step son was cruel, like the mother, Hatsumomo, Izayoi nearly mentally spat the name. It had never gone unnoticed by any that the two females of Toga were on bad terms. As it were, Izayoi would always stand second to the mate, and Alpha female Hatsumomo, and oh how she resented her for it. Rising from the bed lest her slumbering mate wake to her infuriated temper, the mother of Inuyasha got up to take a shower. Hatsumomo was never a good topic with her, but how many second wives could say they were on good terms with their husbands ex’s, or in her case, simi-ex’s, luckily there were no children to share and they had little reason to be in the same room. But she just hated her, Hatsumomo was graceful and far more beautiful then she could ever hope to be, as though she were born that way, ‘which she probably was‘, she mused angrily as she got into the bathroom and started the quiet roar of the shower.
The high bitch, and mate of Toga, former Lady of the West was on no leash, held no restraint for anything or anyone, and could demand anything and get it. If Izayoi were honest with herself, which she was not, when it came to the subject of Hatsumomo she was highly jealous. She was a monster with large envious, luminous, green eyes, to have Hatsumomo’s timeless and flawless beauty, grace, her poise, power, truly would be a grand thing, to be first and foremost with her husband as Hatsumomo was though, would be even better.
As a human it was in her nature to covet her husbands love and adoration, but though she lived with him, and he doted heavily on her, if Hatsumomo called, even if he was grumbling the while way, Toga would go. She loathed the power that the old bitch had over him, but as a human she looked at the world through narrowed, un-understanding eyes, she like her son had never thought to look beyond themselves, and though Toga faulted neither of them for this, the rest of the world was not so forgiving, Izayoi would find this out far sooner then she had ever thought when she finally met the new Lady of the West, but for now she was unaware of such things.
The mother of one dog-eared hanyou finished her shower lost in her bitter thoughts, drying herself as she looked over her reflection vainly in the mirror, studying again the fine lines that proved she was aging, the few more hairs of grey that were no longer brown. Noticing just slightly that her breasts were not as perky and upbeat as they had been before, she growled annoyed at herself, this angry depression happened any time Hatsumomo called, and she hated it. Izayoi felt that her husbands bad mood directly affected her, and that Hatsumomo’s mood directly affected him, so this whole self defamation of her mental and personal character were always the old bitches fault.
She angrily went about her daily routine, frustrated at her plight in life, never once allowing herself to see that she was in fact the other woman and to the rest of the world that’s exactly what she was. She dressed in a pull over cotton black shirt, and carpri’s looking very much the costume of an Audrey Heparin movie, she got out of the room to start her day, Toga thanks to the call would be asleep for another hour or two, beyond that it was Saturday. Getting down in the kitchen she grabbed a cup of coffee, having aquired a taste for it years ago in the morning, and a light breakfast, talking to the kitchen staff that was a bit more buzzy then usual. Looking to Hera the head chef she asked what was going on, it was unusual for her not to know what was happening in her own home.
“Young Master Inuyasha came home just a few short hours ago, he ha-” but Hera didn’t get to finished before Izayoi was already up and moving towards her son’s room. Years of sneaking in to make sure he was heavily asleep paid off for her when she cracked his door opened and looked in. She blushed hotly when she saw that there was a head of massive black tress mixed so well with the silver, as the pair were in a lovers embrace, it was so adorable she thought. She could see her Inuyasha’s peaceful face, and ‘Kagome’s’ shoulder from under the covers, it wasn’t unusual for him to sometimes end up at home this time of month, she didn’t know why she even forgot that he might show up but she was happy that he did, and she adored Kagome. Izayoi quietly closed the door and went back downstairs a dreamy little smile on her face thinking about the happy pair, never knowing just who it was she really saw.
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In Tokyo somewhere…
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Miroku sat out on his sky topped balcony, the sun slowly coming up over the high-rises of the city giving the concrete jungle a bit more of an ethereal feel then the urban meat market that it normally felt like. He was wearing only a pair of navy hakamas and a towel hanging around his neck hanging over his bare muscular chest, a water bottle in his hand. Sweat beaded on his brow lightly as he contemplated life, it was a morning routine that he had kept going for far longer then he cared to really remember, meditating, followed by a thorough set of yoga stretches.
He wasn’t really that old but he’d been doing the same practice for nearly twenty years, having had to learn the spiritual arts at the young age of five from his father’s much elder half-brother, Mushin, after his father‘s untimely death. Mushin was also the reason Miroku had ended up a gabbler, a womanizer, a philosopher, and more so the reason he’d gotten in so much trouble that it was either jail or life in ‘the Program‘. Being the sensible individual that he was and the lack of female company in jail, he obviously went into the seemingly lesser of two evils..
That was where he met Kagome, they had been teenagers, the first of his many great friends, Kagome became like his little sister, and a closer friendship he had never known before her. Kagome and he had been in almost ever class and training together, and oddly she had never hated him for his womanizing ways, accepting him without thought or any other reason to do so. It was this reason that he loved her so, it was not the love that a man has for a woman, but a love from so deep within that he would do anything to help her, and hurt anyone that dared attempt to harm her in turn.
He’d even taken on the role of training her younger brother when he too gained spiritual powers, the late bloomer Souta was, though that was in secret, neither he or Kagome wanted Souta to be recruited either. ‘The program’ was not for weak individuals, it was for the powerful, the dutiful, it was the law that no man, woman, hanyou or youkai ever saw. They were the ghosts of the city always keeping those who had great power from using it against those who could not help themselves. Groups of slayers, mikos, priests, monks, hanyous, and youkai all alike in the sworn bond to uphold the great truths of life and to protect those who could not protect themselves.
They were silent saviors, but to the media they were sometimes, terrorists, it was a disheartening job to have really, but having grown a family like he had now, Miroku wouldn’t change it for the world. He had met Sango, the love of his life through ‘the Program‘, as well as Rin who was like a tiny Kagome clone, there was no way he wouldn’t feel protective over her as well especially when she was assigned to shadow Kagome. He’d met Shippo there as well and found something akin to a younger brother in the rust haired fox demon, and a master mind in mischief when it came to their curvaceous fiery females; Not to mention that the fox was just as perverted as he, when it came to his own woman as he was of Sango, really he had to wondered how all the women around him and the fox put up with them.
He sighed in thought, the surge of power that had swept the city was nearly invisible to most, most not being able to see the light, only to feel it, he on the other hand had been brought out of slumber because of it. His morning routine started far earlier then he would have liked to have started after such an enjoyable night of dancing vertically as well as horizontally. His mind glazing a bit at the heated night he had with Sango, the way she had called his name, and how he had gotten her to pass out not too long before he’d been woken up.
He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Kagome was now Sesshomaru’s, honestly as disturbing as it was to have just met the male the night before, he was glad, everything about Sesshomaru seemed so perfectly fit against his little sister. It was odd that he trusted this male so whole heartedly with his sister’s heart, but he knew like any big brother, that should the Daiyoukai, and Lord of the West ever hurt her, he would find an enemy that no other would dare want for. He might be a passive man but his aggression knew no bounds, and once provoked it was like taking on the kami’s wrath. And then there was the kitsune, even Miroku shuddered at the thought of provoking Shippo. The kit was youthful in mind and even in body he was only a spry four hundred and something making him look to be about nineteen, but the man was undoubtedly not at all what he seemed at times. Even he would hate to make an enemy of the fox.
He sighed again, things were going to change, but it was good, Miroku and Rin had been worried about Kagome for the last six months or more. One of their last missions, he remembered, had gone wrong. He remembered the pulse of dark energy like it was yesterday, he remembered finding Kagome, his strong and powerful sister, laying crumpled on the ground, a spirit above her and some how attached to her, or more so the jewel that had laid slumbering there since it was placed their by the counsel of miko’s years before. He had never seen the look of terror on Kagome’s face before that mission, and he prayed that he never saw it again.
It had taken much to finally kill the spirit, having found that it could take on the body of anything living or not, they had fought a long fight, calling in to headquarters hours later when they seemingly could not win, and still carrying around and unconscious Kagome. Eventually it hadn’t even been he or Rin that had done it, but Alpha One, who hadn’t even bothered to see if Alpha Two, ie… Kagome was okay. They had seen him only for a moment, but that was all it had taken, he had come in covered from head to toe in black, though that was not surprising, as they were never to see others teams knowingly even if they were sent to them. He had killed the vengeful spirit with one sweep of his sword, and left without saying a word, only giving a nod.
It had been a horrible day, unofficially the ‘shit had hit the fan.’ Kagome was left unconscious for days on end fighting some fight that none of them could ever imagine, and all feared for her death. It had been amazing that she had even lived afterwards, but he and Rin could feel the change in her aura when she finally woke, when no one else could. He remembered more as he looked out upon the waking city, that she had not wanted to talk about it, but they had gotten The Kagome they knew and loved back after all, she had seemingly to gone back to normal.
He remembered her telling them that it was possibly the worst thing she had ever felt, that the souls of thousands of demons had been emptied into her soul, and they along with another miko had battled for the rights over the body. It was a long hard battle but with the help of the other miko they had purified the evil souls, she was left exhausted, but she had woken up. He remembered her eyes had been blue before, dark and muddy almost, but when she had woken from this, they had been pale, and icy. Her aura too had changed, no longer the pale white that it had once been, but now a pink almost lavender color. It was pure and tainted at the same time, and somehow laced with the slightest bit of youki, almost as if she had gone through a mating bond, but they all knew it was not the case.
They had been taken out of rotation then, if the Alpha was not up and viable, then the rest of the section was not able to perform either. They had taken it in stride, for Kagome would do the same for them on any occasion, and honestly so long as she was fine that was all that mattered. Still he wondered, and hoped now that this mating would fixed her ever fluxing aura and soul, they had talked more then she had confided in any other, still they were the dearest of friends, and she could tell him anything in confidence. She was in a constant stated of battle for her own soul, even though the evil had been purified the youki had not, her powers were enough to keep the rest at bay, and from over powering her, but there was now constant strain on her being. He knew as did she, that if this continued Kagome would die from the pressure of such a distress on her soul.
Miroku was so deep in thought that he had not noticed Sango awake and coming out to him, she was dressed in a black sleeping yakata, the robe falling off her sun kissed shoulder, as she sat beside him and leaned into him. The weight of her head and the scent of her stale body soaps, and natural scent mixing into something that he adored, he didn’t need the nose of a youkai to know his woman smelt good, and tempting. He smiled to himself, they were not married, nor were they engaged, they had not even stated that they were boyfriend and girlfriend, there was just the understanding. But with Kagome now mated, and Shippo and Rin married and mated, they would be the only ones left, he’d been thinking about it for a while now, and it seemed to be the right time to do so, he would ask her to marry him.
A sly smile crept over his face at the thought, contrary to popular belief waking up to her every day for the rest of his life was exactly what he wanted. With that in mind the monk got up leaving his sleepy and confused lover sitting on the extended sunning chair, gesturing that he would only be a moment, and to stay put. She did, fussing over her unruly hair as her robe fell a bit more off her shoulder revealing the soft tuft swelling of her upper breast. She was alarmed when Miroku came back, and kneeled before her, her brain not fully awake, as she looked at him. His smile was charming, and she often thanked the gods that a man like him was in her life, she was shocked though when he pulled out a velvet violet colored box, that contained a rather shapely diamond.
She didn’t even let him ask when she saw him opening his mouth to speak, she darted into his grasp and toppled him over, her landing on top, kissing him on every inch of skin she could find, saying “Yes.” between ever brush of their skin. Miroku was indeed a happy man in that moment, placing his hands on both sides of her face, at the top of her neck and yet cupping her cheeks as well. He stared into her cinnamon eyes, that held tears threatening to fall but joy obviously shinning through, he loved this woman, and he’d do anything in his power to never leave her, there were just no words for him to be able to tell her how much she meant to him. And so he decided to show her, he made love to her far more gently then he had ever before, right there on the sky topped balcony, he didn’t care if the whole world knew it, he loved her, and right now, no thoughts, or memories could take him from her, she was all that he ever needed.
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At the Penthouse….
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Sesshomaru had gotten up not long after he was free from his mates tiny body, though he could honestly say he had found heaven between her thighs, it did not stop nature from telling him that it needed release as well. He had gotten up and headed right for the bathroom, a nice shower was in order among other things, he also had much on his mind as he had watched all of Kagome’s life pass before his eyes. He was not upset at the things he saw, he knew the reasons of her secretiveness, as she would see soon, so did he. No he was simply wondering how everything was going to work out.
He knew now that the foreign power in her body had been the Shikon jewel, but its instability from an attack waged by one of the spirits in the jewel had left her vulnerable, and he had come to the rescue. He had vaguely remembered that night a while ago, he hadn’t even bothered to check the Alpha of Two, he had gone in and done what had been asked of him and left. Now though if she would be mad at him for that, though he chuckled a bit at the thought, they had been underfoot of one another many times, but never once had they crossed paths until last night, he was amazed about that, and her in general.
He had been right earlier knowing that he’d be able to love her greatly, all he needed was time to do so he was certain, and he’d be under her love spell. It was a mixed feeling knowing that, he was not displeased at the idea but it was odd to openly surrender to the idea that he would be so willing with it. Perhaps he had been a bachelor for far too long, either way it would not matter, he had much to do and think on. He needed to be ready for her when she woke, she’d need a hot bath to relax her muscles, as well as Tylenol for the pain, food for her hunger, and perhaps if she became agreeable he would have to make sure he knew where the sheets were so he could change them out on the bed while she bathed, he was certain she wouldn’t want to sleep twice in what they had made last night. Oddly he wouldn’t mind the scent was erotic and heavenly to his nose.
He also needed to call into work and call out for them both, who would have ever thought that he, Sesshomaru Taishou, would call in to work using the ‘Sudden Mating’ clause. He nearly laughed at the thought as hot water cascaded down his form, relaxing his muscles, he would have a lot of explaining to do to a lot of people very soon. He hated explaining, maybe he could get Kagome to do it, maybe he could see just how jealous she could be, he mused before dismissing the thought. He didn’t want his bitch upset for any reason, let alone the females he was sure were going to make his bitch’s life hell later. He scowled darkly, ‘they will learn never to harm what is mine‘, he thought thinking of anyone harming Kagome.
He sighed again, knowing he’d have to get his penthouse ready for a female, he would allow her to redecorate, so long as it was tasteful, he’d have to have his closet expanded, and a second study built in for her, as well as a few structure and details planned out now that he had a mate and someone to protect. He mused happily through his shower, making a mental checklist of his now busy day, and he had a decent sized list already mentally etched out, when he came out of the shower, and into the bedroom to see his beautiful mate sprawled out naked as the day she was born on the silken sheets. It had turned out that he was indeed a lucky male to have captured such a beautiful person, both inside and out, she was so much more then she looked, and he couldn’t ask for anything more then she. Allowing a small smile to cross his face he began making his calls for the day before getting up to get his mate something to eat for when she woke.
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With Souta…
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He walked the halls of his school, a silly grin on his tired face, he couldn’t help it, he was glad for his sister, after talking to Miroku on the phone just before he went into school he had found out that the man would not be coming today, for he was spending it with his fiancée, as well as the fact that Kagome and Inuyasha had broken up and Kagome was now with some fellow by the name of Sesshomaru. He had looked the youkai up the moment he and Miroku got off the phone and was pleased by most of what he saw, though he was a tad bit alarmed at the thought that he was cold hearted, he knew his sister was not the type to attach herself to something she thought was wrong, and knowing Inuyasha in some ways meant that she would know his brother, or at least that’s what Souta told himself.
Though he didn’t want to think negatively, he hadn’t met the male yet, so either way, he was just happy it wasn’t Inuyasha. Handing his paper into his first period teacher’s box, he went to his seat and promptly fell asleep until it was time for class to start which was a little over an hour. Though none had woken him when roll call came, many of the girls around him thought he was adorable with a slight bit of drool running down his cheek to the desk, a grin on his silly sleeping face, an small catlike mewish snores coming from his being. Waking to giggles surrounds him, and a wet cheek, that was how Souta Higurashi learned never to go to sleep in a school with girls anywhere near him.