InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Futuristic Priestesses & Ancient Puppies ❯ Chapter 1
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By: roar sora 
Jakken reads Sesshoumaru an old story, while we learn a little secret about our favorite half-demon.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.22.2011 | Updated On: 03.22.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 702 | Status: Work In Progress
Jakken reads Sesshoumaru an old story, while we learn a little secret about our favorite half-demon.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.22.2011 | Updated On: 03.22.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 702 | Status: Work In Progress
Futuristic Priestesses & Ancient Puppies
Sesshoumaru / Kagome
It was never ideal to be told when he must bear a child to become the heir of the West, so when Sesshoumaru finally comes down to doing the deed, who is the lucky demoness? Why, she isn’t a demoness at all!
Author’s note: Yeah, I’m aware that the title is totally unoriginal, but the story won’t be half bad if I can ever get myself around to updating after I post this chapter. Encouraging reviews would be mighty wonderful. If you decide to embark on this journey with me, I’ll have you know that Sesshoumaru is a very complicated being to write. Plus I don’t actually know anything about feudal Japan so many things are probably going to be incorrect.
PS: future chapters will probably contain rape (and consensual sex!) and all of that jazz, but I don’t think fanfiction.net allows you to post dirty scenes anymore. I’ll probably have to post those elsewhere if you are wanting to read them.
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“It was once said, long, long ago that few of the most powerful priestesses in all of Japan were capable of bearing fully demon young should they be willing. Their spiritual abilities became one with their chosen demon mate, and although the priestess herself would still be nothing but a mere mortal, her offspring would not have to life the life of an outcast. For many thousands of years humans and demons came together in flurries of carnal desire, where no eyes could watch them and from them came half-demon spawn that no one ever took a particular shining to. One girl had fallen so deeply in love with her fully demon counterpart, that she had requested to bear a child for him. He’d recoiled at the absurdity of it all, and the simple shrine maiden had smiled a smile so pure and pleasant, extending her hand gracefully to her demon mate. They’d taken to their carnal desires and wrung against one another in the deepest of the night, the man didn’t question her. He trusted her, and with that she blessed him with a full demon baby growing amidst the depths of her womb.
“Never the less, during her pregnancy the wolf demon she had fallen so in love with was struck down in battle and died. Deep in despair the woman grew weak and lonely. Her powers were failing her, and during the birth of her strong, full-demon baby she had coiled up within herself and chosen to die. Stories twisted, and many blamed the birth of the demon baby for his mother’s untimely passing. The poor village that the infant resided in had been slaughtered when a howling, wild pack of wolves came through. Their eyes bled red and many humans were taken out by the four-legged animalistic creatures. One had stopped and cocked its curiously large head at the basket where the wolf demon pup lay, crying his sorry little eyes out. It sniffed once, twice and recoiled back with a wrinkle upon its maw. Lifting the aforementioned large head into the air the wolf howled its tune into the breeze, and turned, leaving without a second glance. Many moments later the door to the empty, darkened hut was lifted aside and a woman stepped in with her arms folded and a smirk playing across her calloused features.
“She accepted the crying child and took him in to her arms as though he had been a child of hers all along.” The reader paused, his brows furrowing at the rather lame ending to the myth. “So apparently that is the story of the demon who had been born of both a human and a what was it… oh! Yes, born from both a human and a wolf demon.” He nodded his head, brushing one hand over the worn parchment and admiring the texture for a moment before peeling his gaze over and smiling weakly. “I hope I have found what you requested then, milord?” Head tilted, his eyes bulging slightly, hand removing from the parchment to loop his fingers with his other hand. He swallowed the hard lump that had formed in his throat after getting no response for more than a minute. He suddenly feared his for his life. Perhaps he should have read the story with animated voiced, although no one had spoken, he could have animated it in some way to make it more entertaining for his particularly uninterested lord. Swallowing again as he had not been relieved of the lump, he tried his chances and spoke once more. “I am curious though, milord, what has you curious about humans birthing full demon children?”
It was this question that he had decided to bless the small green imp with a response to. “Priestesses, although human, are strong.” He replied, a slightly downward crease forming in the corners of his mouth. “Instead of bearing a plain demon child amongst two demon parents, would it not be beneficial to have a child born of pure demon heritage but with the obscure powers of a priestess as well?” It was here that his curiosity flickered amongst rage and disappointment as the eyes of his retainer only widened more and an ugly green jaw had fallen to the floor in disbelief.
Choosing not to shorten his life any further, the imp stood back and waved his arms. “Lord Sesshoumaru you are a genius!” He howled. “I am sure if you are planning this for yourself, this is an immensely beneficial act for you!” Jakken was lying of course. Although the outcome would be excellent, the actions in between would be horrendous, he was having troubles just thinking about it. “Were you curious because your mother prompted you to have an heir soon?” He’d asked, and Sesshoumaru closed his eyes impatiently to ward off what was certainly about to be a migraine. “Perhaps you aren’t even considering this for yourself,” Jakken suddenly said in an attempt to reconcile for what he’d said previously. “I am being a fool, you would not lower yourself so much as to perform coitus with a human being…” He slowly began to doubt himself, and his rather threatening lord. “Would you?” Jakken rose an arm to shield his face, cowering slightly in anticipation for his impending doom.
“I think I have chosen.”
“Milord! Are you certain?”
There was no response, only the deafening sound of claws tapping upon the delicate wood of his desk. The retainer took this as his cue to leave and with a swift bow he had high-tailed it out of Sesshoumaru’s office quicker than ever before. The demon lord had been left to his own thoughts and what he had to do. In order to keep his peers and own mother happy, he was expected to mate and have a heir. Mating was far to overrated, this Sesshoumaru did not mate to anyone. He did as he pleased, and mating was certainly something that would come along perhaps another thousand years into his future. For the time being he was sure that assurance of a heir, lest anything happen to him, that the West would still be until the safe ruling of Inu no Taisho’s purest bloodline. Although Inuyasha had a place in the West, Sesshoumaru knew that he would rid the world of that wretched stain sooner or later. Vaguely, in the darkest parts of Sesshoumaru’s mind, he was sure he’d heard some strange news of his younger half-brother. He was slightly bothered that he didn’t remember what the news had been, so he frowned and then dismissed it altogether.
Later that evening as Sesshoumaru sat with his legs folded neatly beneath him, he reached forward with a set of chopstick expertly placed amongst his fingers. A slice of raw tuna was selected and eaten, and the demon lord peered side long to his young human companion. Rin had sneezed and dropped one stick into her bowl of rice, nearly dropping the rice altogether. It wasn’t often that Sesshoumaru would sit down for a meal with some of the more important staff in his home. Five others - demons of course - were placed around the low table, quietly eating with straight backs and minimal conversation. During the meal Rin had taken notice that her lord seemed rather distracted. The little girl had grown an inch or two taller since their last adventures all over Japan, she had also grown somewhat more mature. She picked her chopstick up and carefully bowed in apology for her rude human action of sneezing, before continuing to happily eat her meal. “Lord Sesshoumaru!” She had piped once she noticed that others have begun to clear their plates away. “Master Jakken mentioned that you would be travelling soon.” She seemed slightly disappointed with this fact, she liked to spend her time with the stoic demon. “I don’t suppose that you’ll be going alone?”
“Yes.” He said in response to her after swallowing the tea he’d had in his mouth. He’d been taken back by her forwardness, and Jakken’s large mouth. “I do believe I will be travelling alone.”
“Are we ever going to travel together again my lord? With Ah-Un and Jakken?”
“Is that something you are wishing to do, Rin?”
“Well it’s been so long! We used to all the time when you found me, remember?” She smiled sweetly. “After the Shikon no Tama was fixed, we haven’t really left the palace. But I guess you’re busy doing your lordly things, huh Lord Sesshoumaru?”
His upper lip twitched, “lordly things” was hardly the correct terminology for what he spent hours of his day doing. His offices were stocked full with letters, treaties, scrolls and maps. Despite being a lethal killing machine all on his own, he was a very strategic man when it came down to commanding his armies. He sat back slightly once he had finished another sip of tea, setting his fine china down. Servants were set clearing parts of the table away from Sesshoumaru and his guests, pouring more fresh tea for everybody. “But yeah, I guess you could say that I’d like to travel!” She piped in through his train of thought and he refocused his gaze to the little girl seated diagonally from him.
“Then we shall, however not any time soon.”
“Thank-you Lord Sesshoumaru!”
• • •
“I thought I told you to leave it alone!” A familiar growl and a push.
“No! You’re hurt, sit -” she shoved back, “down and let me! -” he growled again and scowled. “Let me stitch it Inuyasha!”
“I said it was fine, it’ll heal!”
“Listen to me, you’re not a damn demon anymore. I know that you’d probably rather have Kikyou do this for you, but hey! I’m good at stitching people up now too, thank-you very much!” She placed a hand on her hip and stood with it tilted outward, a horrible glare adorning her usually pretty face.
“Hey!” Inuyasha protested still, but finally gave up and jutted his arm out in the direction of Kagome. She sat down next to her friend and sighed, pulling her now very worn first aid box closer to her. Inside lay materials from feudal Japan, because the things from her era had been used up a very long time ago. With a string and a needle she carefully sewed a gash in Inuyasha’s arm up after cleaning it quite thoroughly. “Being a human stinks.” The former half-breed said with a guttural growl that would have been much more intimidating had he still been a dog. Old habits never died and the black-haired idiot still managed to act rather canine even though his ears, claws and fangs had disappeared.
When Kagome had finally put the shards of the Shikon no Tama together it was her that could make the final wish upon it. Although Inuyasha selfishly still wanted to become a full demon, the teenager from the future had a much different idea.
“I know what I’m going to wish for.” She says with confidence. “Maybe I’ll see you after this, and maybe not.” There is a tone of sadness, although goodbyes had already been exchanged previously just in case the jewel took Kagome back to her time once it was used up.
By the end of their adventure, Inuyasha and Kagome had become closer than expected. Kagome had always been so deeply in love with the half demon strictly for who he was. She loved him when he was a human on the new moon, and half demon most of the time, she even loved him when he was full demon although that form general left her feeling frightened. It had been implied that Inuyasha too, loved her. With Kikyou hardly ever mentioned and Inuyasha’s insistent will to run away and go to her, he and Kagome ha finally been able to establish a relationship. Kagome knew that it wasn’t right, and with a frown she had made her wish.
She had closed her hands around the jewel and closed her eyes as well. A wrinkle in her brow had formed when she concentrated hard on what she wanted, and finally the jewel emanated it great powers and left the Earth granting Kagome her wish. It was back to day one, with the jewel still in existence. Kikyou was on her way, walking around a field with the Shikon no Tama in her hands and a smile upon her face. Inuyasha was perched next to the stream that he and Kikyou had spent so much time together by, his puppy ears swivelling each and every way until the woman of his dreams had come behind him bearing the jewel to him. She had handed it to him, and Inuyasha had made the wish he was meant to make, becoming human so that Kikyou could lead a normal life without the burden, so that they could live happily together as humans. Although at this point a friendship had not been established amongst Miroku, Sango, Kagome, Shippou and Inuyasha, he had still remembered them when he came back into the village as a fully transformed human. It had hurt Kagome when she was still there, when Inuyasha returned from wherever he had been as a human and with his hand in Kikyou’s.
“Why am I still here?” She says nervously, eyes burning with unshed tears. “I’m supposed to be at home!” And after many desperate attempts to get through the well, for some reason fate had left her within feudal Japan sealed forever. Kagome’s heart had been sore for many months as she watched Inuyasha settle down with Kikyou finally, but she had made the wish because she knew that some day she would have had to go home and they wouldn’t have been able to pursue a proper relationship. If she had only known that the jewel would have kept her here, then she might have wished a little differently.
“All finished!” Kagome chirped, patting Inuyasha’s now stitched arm. He recoiled and hissed in pain, giving her a dirty stare. “Oh don’t be such a baby. Maybe you should be a little more careful when working with the farming equipment!” She gave him a playful tap on the shoulder before packing her things and standing. She had abandoned her middle school uniform a long time ago, and wore a set of priestesses robes now. Besides Kikyou and Kaede, she was the next best thing to come to for aid in the village. The growing town of Edo was very fortunate to have three priestesses in their midst, although Kagome liked to travel to nearby villages and offer as much help as she could.
“Keh, it still hurts.” He complained, looking up at her when she had stood. He folded his arms, sore one on top to relieve him of some of his aches and pains. The former half-demon didn’t move, instead he just stayed put and pouted moodily into the distance. Kagome shook her head.
“You’ve got some nerve! Don’t I at least deserve some gratitude? Next time I’ll let it fester and hopefully your arm will fall off!”
“Yeah, right. Kikyou would fix it. She wouldn’t hit it after, either.”
“Kikyou would fix it~” Kagome mocked with a hand on her hip, glaring at the man. “Well sorry that I’m not Kikyou, it probably would have gotten infected if I didn’t take care of it, she’s not going to be back in Edo for a few more days.”
“Whatever.”
• • •
“Milord, won’t you reconsider this ridiculous quest?” Jakken’s voice came, sounding worried and vaguely frightened. The thunderous footfalls of Ah and Un came from behind the small green kappa, who was miniscule in comparison to the dragon who’s reigns he was pulling. “What priestess will you find to bear your young? What one would be willing!” He shouted, his face melting as he slobbered all over himself, crying.
“Are you suggesting that bearing my offspring is not a privilege, Jakken?” His voice was cool and his face deadpan. There was a slight crease on his nose suggesting that he had wrinkled it in distaste at the smaller demon’s behaviour.
“No milord! Any woman would be, well they would blessed to be given that privilege by you!” He bowed so low his face hit the dirt and Ah and Un had nearly stepped on him. Jakken quickly rushed out of the way of the dragon’s clawed foot before following the certain steps of his lord. “But my lord, priestesses… well! They are holy, and you are a demon. Have you thought this through thoroughly?” He frowned. He’d just overstepped his boundaries again.
“Holy or not, this Sesshoumaru is not overcome by anyone.”
Sighing, the little imp closed his bulging yellow eyes and followed blindly through the forest as their lord manoeuvred cleverly amongst the tall trees and littered forest floor. Ah and Un had troubles seeking out paths through trees in which he would fit, and once they had broken into a slight dirt clearly, Sesshoumaru had turned to his dragon, mounted and took to the sky. Jakken had to scramble up between the two great necks otherwise he would have been left behind. He sighed, loathing the fact that he was usually rendered useless by his lord in any situation. Turning he faced forward and was greeted with the beauty of the sun radiating orange and pink low in the sky. The silky canvas of green tree tops below them blurred at the speed of Ah and Un’s flight and Jakken began to relaxed with his head down. Despite the loveliness of the ending day, he was forlorn that his lord was planning on taking a human carrier.
A/N: Yep that‘s it for this chapter, just review please!
Sesshoumaru / Kagome
It was never ideal to be told when he must bear a child to become the heir of the West, so when Sesshoumaru finally comes down to doing the deed, who is the lucky demoness? Why, she isn’t a demoness at all!
Author’s note: Yeah, I’m aware that the title is totally unoriginal, but the story won’t be half bad if I can ever get myself around to updating after I post this chapter. Encouraging reviews would be mighty wonderful. If you decide to embark on this journey with me, I’ll have you know that Sesshoumaru is a very complicated being to write. Plus I don’t actually know anything about feudal Japan so many things are probably going to be incorrect.
PS: future chapters will probably contain rape (and consensual sex!) and all of that jazz, but I don’t think fanfiction.net allows you to post dirty scenes anymore. I’ll probably have to post those elsewhere if you are wanting to read them.
• • •
“It was once said, long, long ago that few of the most powerful priestesses in all of Japan were capable of bearing fully demon young should they be willing. Their spiritual abilities became one with their chosen demon mate, and although the priestess herself would still be nothing but a mere mortal, her offspring would not have to life the life of an outcast. For many thousands of years humans and demons came together in flurries of carnal desire, where no eyes could watch them and from them came half-demon spawn that no one ever took a particular shining to. One girl had fallen so deeply in love with her fully demon counterpart, that she had requested to bear a child for him. He’d recoiled at the absurdity of it all, and the simple shrine maiden had smiled a smile so pure and pleasant, extending her hand gracefully to her demon mate. They’d taken to their carnal desires and wrung against one another in the deepest of the night, the man didn’t question her. He trusted her, and with that she blessed him with a full demon baby growing amidst the depths of her womb.
“Never the less, during her pregnancy the wolf demon she had fallen so in love with was struck down in battle and died. Deep in despair the woman grew weak and lonely. Her powers were failing her, and during the birth of her strong, full-demon baby she had coiled up within herself and chosen to die. Stories twisted, and many blamed the birth of the demon baby for his mother’s untimely passing. The poor village that the infant resided in had been slaughtered when a howling, wild pack of wolves came through. Their eyes bled red and many humans were taken out by the four-legged animalistic creatures. One had stopped and cocked its curiously large head at the basket where the wolf demon pup lay, crying his sorry little eyes out. It sniffed once, twice and recoiled back with a wrinkle upon its maw. Lifting the aforementioned large head into the air the wolf howled its tune into the breeze, and turned, leaving without a second glance. Many moments later the door to the empty, darkened hut was lifted aside and a woman stepped in with her arms folded and a smirk playing across her calloused features.
“She accepted the crying child and took him in to her arms as though he had been a child of hers all along.” The reader paused, his brows furrowing at the rather lame ending to the myth. “So apparently that is the story of the demon who had been born of both a human and a what was it… oh! Yes, born from both a human and a wolf demon.” He nodded his head, brushing one hand over the worn parchment and admiring the texture for a moment before peeling his gaze over and smiling weakly. “I hope I have found what you requested then, milord?” Head tilted, his eyes bulging slightly, hand removing from the parchment to loop his fingers with his other hand. He swallowed the hard lump that had formed in his throat after getting no response for more than a minute. He suddenly feared his for his life. Perhaps he should have read the story with animated voiced, although no one had spoken, he could have animated it in some way to make it more entertaining for his particularly uninterested lord. Swallowing again as he had not been relieved of the lump, he tried his chances and spoke once more. “I am curious though, milord, what has you curious about humans birthing full demon children?”
It was this question that he had decided to bless the small green imp with a response to. “Priestesses, although human, are strong.” He replied, a slightly downward crease forming in the corners of his mouth. “Instead of bearing a plain demon child amongst two demon parents, would it not be beneficial to have a child born of pure demon heritage but with the obscure powers of a priestess as well?” It was here that his curiosity flickered amongst rage and disappointment as the eyes of his retainer only widened more and an ugly green jaw had fallen to the floor in disbelief.
Choosing not to shorten his life any further, the imp stood back and waved his arms. “Lord Sesshoumaru you are a genius!” He howled. “I am sure if you are planning this for yourself, this is an immensely beneficial act for you!” Jakken was lying of course. Although the outcome would be excellent, the actions in between would be horrendous, he was having troubles just thinking about it. “Were you curious because your mother prompted you to have an heir soon?” He’d asked, and Sesshoumaru closed his eyes impatiently to ward off what was certainly about to be a migraine. “Perhaps you aren’t even considering this for yourself,” Jakken suddenly said in an attempt to reconcile for what he’d said previously. “I am being a fool, you would not lower yourself so much as to perform coitus with a human being…” He slowly began to doubt himself, and his rather threatening lord. “Would you?” Jakken rose an arm to shield his face, cowering slightly in anticipation for his impending doom.
“I think I have chosen.”
“Milord! Are you certain?”
There was no response, only the deafening sound of claws tapping upon the delicate wood of his desk. The retainer took this as his cue to leave and with a swift bow he had high-tailed it out of Sesshoumaru’s office quicker than ever before. The demon lord had been left to his own thoughts and what he had to do. In order to keep his peers and own mother happy, he was expected to mate and have a heir. Mating was far to overrated, this Sesshoumaru did not mate to anyone. He did as he pleased, and mating was certainly something that would come along perhaps another thousand years into his future. For the time being he was sure that assurance of a heir, lest anything happen to him, that the West would still be until the safe ruling of Inu no Taisho’s purest bloodline. Although Inuyasha had a place in the West, Sesshoumaru knew that he would rid the world of that wretched stain sooner or later. Vaguely, in the darkest parts of Sesshoumaru’s mind, he was sure he’d heard some strange news of his younger half-brother. He was slightly bothered that he didn’t remember what the news had been, so he frowned and then dismissed it altogether.
Later that evening as Sesshoumaru sat with his legs folded neatly beneath him, he reached forward with a set of chopstick expertly placed amongst his fingers. A slice of raw tuna was selected and eaten, and the demon lord peered side long to his young human companion. Rin had sneezed and dropped one stick into her bowl of rice, nearly dropping the rice altogether. It wasn’t often that Sesshoumaru would sit down for a meal with some of the more important staff in his home. Five others - demons of course - were placed around the low table, quietly eating with straight backs and minimal conversation. During the meal Rin had taken notice that her lord seemed rather distracted. The little girl had grown an inch or two taller since their last adventures all over Japan, she had also grown somewhat more mature. She picked her chopstick up and carefully bowed in apology for her rude human action of sneezing, before continuing to happily eat her meal. “Lord Sesshoumaru!” She had piped once she noticed that others have begun to clear their plates away. “Master Jakken mentioned that you would be travelling soon.” She seemed slightly disappointed with this fact, she liked to spend her time with the stoic demon. “I don’t suppose that you’ll be going alone?”
“Yes.” He said in response to her after swallowing the tea he’d had in his mouth. He’d been taken back by her forwardness, and Jakken’s large mouth. “I do believe I will be travelling alone.”
“Are we ever going to travel together again my lord? With Ah-Un and Jakken?”
“Is that something you are wishing to do, Rin?”
“Well it’s been so long! We used to all the time when you found me, remember?” She smiled sweetly. “After the Shikon no Tama was fixed, we haven’t really left the palace. But I guess you’re busy doing your lordly things, huh Lord Sesshoumaru?”
His upper lip twitched, “lordly things” was hardly the correct terminology for what he spent hours of his day doing. His offices were stocked full with letters, treaties, scrolls and maps. Despite being a lethal killing machine all on his own, he was a very strategic man when it came down to commanding his armies. He sat back slightly once he had finished another sip of tea, setting his fine china down. Servants were set clearing parts of the table away from Sesshoumaru and his guests, pouring more fresh tea for everybody. “But yeah, I guess you could say that I’d like to travel!” She piped in through his train of thought and he refocused his gaze to the little girl seated diagonally from him.
“Then we shall, however not any time soon.”
“Thank-you Lord Sesshoumaru!”
• • •
“I thought I told you to leave it alone!” A familiar growl and a push.
“No! You’re hurt, sit -” she shoved back, “down and let me! -” he growled again and scowled. “Let me stitch it Inuyasha!”
“I said it was fine, it’ll heal!”
“Listen to me, you’re not a damn demon anymore. I know that you’d probably rather have Kikyou do this for you, but hey! I’m good at stitching people up now too, thank-you very much!” She placed a hand on her hip and stood with it tilted outward, a horrible glare adorning her usually pretty face.
“Hey!” Inuyasha protested still, but finally gave up and jutted his arm out in the direction of Kagome. She sat down next to her friend and sighed, pulling her now very worn first aid box closer to her. Inside lay materials from feudal Japan, because the things from her era had been used up a very long time ago. With a string and a needle she carefully sewed a gash in Inuyasha’s arm up after cleaning it quite thoroughly. “Being a human stinks.” The former half-breed said with a guttural growl that would have been much more intimidating had he still been a dog. Old habits never died and the black-haired idiot still managed to act rather canine even though his ears, claws and fangs had disappeared.
When Kagome had finally put the shards of the Shikon no Tama together it was her that could make the final wish upon it. Although Inuyasha selfishly still wanted to become a full demon, the teenager from the future had a much different idea.
“I know what I’m going to wish for.” She says with confidence. “Maybe I’ll see you after this, and maybe not.” There is a tone of sadness, although goodbyes had already been exchanged previously just in case the jewel took Kagome back to her time once it was used up.
By the end of their adventure, Inuyasha and Kagome had become closer than expected. Kagome had always been so deeply in love with the half demon strictly for who he was. She loved him when he was a human on the new moon, and half demon most of the time, she even loved him when he was full demon although that form general left her feeling frightened. It had been implied that Inuyasha too, loved her. With Kikyou hardly ever mentioned and Inuyasha’s insistent will to run away and go to her, he and Kagome ha finally been able to establish a relationship. Kagome knew that it wasn’t right, and with a frown she had made her wish.
She had closed her hands around the jewel and closed her eyes as well. A wrinkle in her brow had formed when she concentrated hard on what she wanted, and finally the jewel emanated it great powers and left the Earth granting Kagome her wish. It was back to day one, with the jewel still in existence. Kikyou was on her way, walking around a field with the Shikon no Tama in her hands and a smile upon her face. Inuyasha was perched next to the stream that he and Kikyou had spent so much time together by, his puppy ears swivelling each and every way until the woman of his dreams had come behind him bearing the jewel to him. She had handed it to him, and Inuyasha had made the wish he was meant to make, becoming human so that Kikyou could lead a normal life without the burden, so that they could live happily together as humans. Although at this point a friendship had not been established amongst Miroku, Sango, Kagome, Shippou and Inuyasha, he had still remembered them when he came back into the village as a fully transformed human. It had hurt Kagome when she was still there, when Inuyasha returned from wherever he had been as a human and with his hand in Kikyou’s.
“Why am I still here?” She says nervously, eyes burning with unshed tears. “I’m supposed to be at home!” And after many desperate attempts to get through the well, for some reason fate had left her within feudal Japan sealed forever. Kagome’s heart had been sore for many months as she watched Inuyasha settle down with Kikyou finally, but she had made the wish because she knew that some day she would have had to go home and they wouldn’t have been able to pursue a proper relationship. If she had only known that the jewel would have kept her here, then she might have wished a little differently.
“All finished!” Kagome chirped, patting Inuyasha’s now stitched arm. He recoiled and hissed in pain, giving her a dirty stare. “Oh don’t be such a baby. Maybe you should be a little more careful when working with the farming equipment!” She gave him a playful tap on the shoulder before packing her things and standing. She had abandoned her middle school uniform a long time ago, and wore a set of priestesses robes now. Besides Kikyou and Kaede, she was the next best thing to come to for aid in the village. The growing town of Edo was very fortunate to have three priestesses in their midst, although Kagome liked to travel to nearby villages and offer as much help as she could.
“Keh, it still hurts.” He complained, looking up at her when she had stood. He folded his arms, sore one on top to relieve him of some of his aches and pains. The former half-demon didn’t move, instead he just stayed put and pouted moodily into the distance. Kagome shook her head.
“You’ve got some nerve! Don’t I at least deserve some gratitude? Next time I’ll let it fester and hopefully your arm will fall off!”
“Yeah, right. Kikyou would fix it. She wouldn’t hit it after, either.”
“Kikyou would fix it~” Kagome mocked with a hand on her hip, glaring at the man. “Well sorry that I’m not Kikyou, it probably would have gotten infected if I didn’t take care of it, she’s not going to be back in Edo for a few more days.”
“Whatever.”
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“Milord, won’t you reconsider this ridiculous quest?” Jakken’s voice came, sounding worried and vaguely frightened. The thunderous footfalls of Ah and Un came from behind the small green kappa, who was miniscule in comparison to the dragon who’s reigns he was pulling. “What priestess will you find to bear your young? What one would be willing!” He shouted, his face melting as he slobbered all over himself, crying.
“Are you suggesting that bearing my offspring is not a privilege, Jakken?” His voice was cool and his face deadpan. There was a slight crease on his nose suggesting that he had wrinkled it in distaste at the smaller demon’s behaviour.
“No milord! Any woman would be, well they would blessed to be given that privilege by you!” He bowed so low his face hit the dirt and Ah and Un had nearly stepped on him. Jakken quickly rushed out of the way of the dragon’s clawed foot before following the certain steps of his lord. “But my lord, priestesses… well! They are holy, and you are a demon. Have you thought this through thoroughly?” He frowned. He’d just overstepped his boundaries again.
“Holy or not, this Sesshoumaru is not overcome by anyone.”
Sighing, the little imp closed his bulging yellow eyes and followed blindly through the forest as their lord manoeuvred cleverly amongst the tall trees and littered forest floor. Ah and Un had troubles seeking out paths through trees in which he would fit, and once they had broken into a slight dirt clearly, Sesshoumaru had turned to his dragon, mounted and took to the sky. Jakken had to scramble up between the two great necks otherwise he would have been left behind. He sighed, loathing the fact that he was usually rendered useless by his lord in any situation. Turning he faced forward and was greeted with the beauty of the sun radiating orange and pink low in the sky. The silky canvas of green tree tops below them blurred at the speed of Ah and Un’s flight and Jakken began to relaxed with his head down. Despite the loveliness of the ending day, he was forlorn that his lord was planning on taking a human carrier.
A/N: Yep that‘s it for this chapter, just review please!