InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love Hentai ❯ Love Hentai - Part Three - La Fin ( Chapter 3 )

A/N:
This... I am sad to say... it the very last installment of the three parts to this fiction. This was all done to see to the very happy birthday of my very dear friend, Callie Z. I love ya Caz... and even though your birthday is not exactly in line with the timing for this fiction... I hope that whenever it does arise, that you will think of this fiction... and that your birthday might just be a little brighter!

I have put a lot of heart, and thought into this fiction. It had truly become a part of me. Heh... if you only knew what happened to me in the making of this one! Let's just say... my family does not support the message it is projecting out there. For the younger readers... this fiction is NC-17... so, why you are reading it is entirely your own business and responsibility. I put up a fair rating... and I have mentioned the intense content as such. There isn't going to be any warnings as things enter... because, that's not how I do. I beg that if you are under age... you be cautions, and try to keep that mind clean! You have your whole life ahead of you! Don't go reading my stuff, and let it contaminate your pure brain. -_^

But... as always... I have posted this here for your viewing pleasure as well as other things. I hope you all enjoy... also appreciate Cal's wonderful sharing habits... this fiction does, in truth belong to her. It was a gift among friends.

As always...

Ai,

——Shizuka Ishimaru (-_^=)

Love Hentai
~Part Three~
B-Day Gift For Callie Z.
From Shizuka Ishimaru

“Dancing like the stars that gleam across the sky… I thought I saw a flicker of mischeif in your eye.
To be certain of such a thing, I spoke of ways of love. I spoke of what I dream at night… and of you… and all above.
You thought it strange that I should tell, and I thought you sought a lie… but when I dreamt of love to you… you called me love hentai.”

——Shizuka Ishimaru


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...Slowly she opened the book once more...

Licking her dried lips slowly with her tongue, until satisfied that the saliva has moistened them enough. The anticipation was firmly contained, but held on a tightly wound spring. Like torture she slowly—carefully turned through the pages... in search of where she had left off... 'Don't let a one tear! Not one flaw!' She warned herself.

Yes... this book was perfect. Precise... exquisite... it belonged to him—to Sesshoumaru!—who else?

Each syllable letter was so perfected... each sentence was so intense, and spirited... so passionate—so—overwhelming!


So... something.


What was it about this journal that had her so entranced?—this anticipating of every last word?—what could it hold one's interest in such a way? `Ah!' the page desired came into view. A few beads of perspiration had formed on her forehead... It was time to refresh and re-paint that elaborate portrait that was captured within the words of this fantasy book... this—real life fairy tale.

Fixing her eyes lustily to the page set before her,


She read;



”...I could hear the wind rush, and the tree tops sway... but, did I truly hear her correctly...?
Never before had I doubted my senses... but, now... was it all possible? Could she have meant those words I so desired to hear?

I had to know.

I asked her, quietly as I whispered into her ear... `Are you certain this is what you will for?'
`I am certain. I beg of you to allow me this. I seek my revenge.'
I felt something I had not known before...

An indignation, could it be? I am unaware... I felt as though I was envious of her revenge.

She did not lust after me...
she sought revenge against the half demon.
By bearing my child, she could have just that... revenge.

But... that was not enough for me. I felt as though I rather take my leave from her...
I was not the one she lust for. It was not my body she craved.
Who could it be?
I needed not a second guess, although I do not know. Still... I would be foolish not to believe it still to be Inuyasha, that half demon that had taken her.

She hated him because she loved him. It was a simple thing, in a way... yet complex in another.

I hated him because though I could have what he could not... he had what I could not.

I might never understand such a thing completely. I should not be so ignorant as to think that altogether the case...
although, I should never be one to admit such a thing either, on the other hand... of course.

I felt as though I needed to speak with her upon what I knew, and I only said what thought necessary.
`This Sesshoumaru perceives your actions all to be in the form of revenge against the half demon... is this not indeed so, Priestess?'
I do believe something in her eyes—what's this?—sadness?—had caught my attention.

Why the lament?

She tried to look away from my eyes, and turned her face from mine...

`Yes...'

Ah. That was enough for me to hear. All I needed to hear to leave and never pursue after her, or another.

`Ah.' Yes... I had known this... perhaps even expected this.
I removed her hands from where they where on my arms, pulling each finger away from my skin individually.
I felt I needed to remove myself from her presence.
It would do me no good whatsoever to be a tool toward one revenge—especially not that involved between a Priestess, and my half demon brother.

As I began to lift myself, I hear her barely whisper, as though ashamed...

`...and...'

I looked back at her... `And'?
Did I hear that correctly?
I felt now as though my nearly flawless hearing had suddenly decided to fail. Why now?

`...I also want—want you... your child. Id I am to bear one, let it be yours. You are the only one I respect enough.' She spoke.

Respect, hn?
That was it. Not what I wanted to hear.
She had stated that she wanted, but... only from respect?
Was that altogether an possibility?
Males do not want after a female in `respect'... it is out of pure want, lust... need... desire... love?—but not respect.

Respect though... so that was it. Hn, yes. So I had desired it... sought for it, and now... I had it... yet it was not as pleasing as I might have thought it.

But... now, I did not seek her respect, nor honor, nor did I seek her submission—ah—yes, not even submission.

There was something more... something more—no—something deeper, to it all. Ah, love. Was that it? COULD that be it?
Did I seek her love? The love of the mortal woman? The Priestess? One who had been ravished, and used no less?
She was not a virgin—no, Inuyasha had seen to that.

Could it be THIS I desired?

I needed to know.

`Priestess... I do not seek your respect, nor submission, not trust, nor honor... I seek only one thing, and only this—the knowledge of the truth.'
`Which is what?'
`Does this Sesshoumaru have more than that? Do you desire of mine, as I do yours? Does your heart feel mine? Do I have your love?'

She averted her eyes from mine again... sadness was once more there... sadness...


`I do not know you.'

I grasped her chin until her eyes met my own.

`Yes you do. You do know me. You know this Sesshoumaru. You know everything about me. And only you know... only you—Kagome.'...”





`KAGOME'?!





She slammed shut the book on an impulse.

“...No! This isn't possible...!?” And yet... it was the only explanation that made sense.


Ah—all of the explanations raced through her mind as she held both hands to the sides of her head, as if trying not to hear something... but what?

Ah... yes.



”...her strange clothing...”


”...that short yukata she wore...”


”...she traveled with my half demon brother...”


”...what could have turned her against him so?...”


”...she was so different...”

”...her hair and eyes where unusual to behold...”

”...her mannerisms where foreign...”

”...what where her origins?...”

”...you know everything about me... and only you know—Kagome...”




she felt her head spin, as she collapsed onto her face, sliding off the sofa... “No way!—this can't be!” she sobbed into her hands. “No!” She shrieked. Just then, she realized a pair of feet that looked oddly familiar... parted very wide. Allowing her gaze to trail upward, from where she had her face buried into the ground, as if she where taking her ceremonial prayer rituals; she met the sight of a very familiar face... something to match along with those feet...

Amaya stood, one hand grasping the door knob, and one hand grasping the wall. Her legs spread wide apart, and her face pale... eyes wide... mouth open. She held an altogether... something you could refer to as `shocked' look. “Um...” Kagome bit her lips as Amaya stare as if she where a statue. Certainly not capable of moving... Kagome took the opportunity to bolt upward, taking along with her the journal, dashing past Amaya, and out of the dorm toward the garden. She dared not to even chance a spare gaze behind at the still motionless girl in the doorway.

Kagome wiped her forehead as she tucked the journal secretly under her one arm. “Whoosh!” she nearly thanked the gods for her quick reaction. It would have done her little good at that moment to have had to explain the complicated situation to Amaya… yet, still…

There was NO WAY that they—she, and the Kagome in Sesshoumaru's journal mentioned—where the same person. It was simply inconceivable. Sheer lunacy to believe such a preposterous thing! So foolish indeed…

Sesshoumaru—of all people—beings—whatever—would be the last to ever desire her—or her love, for that matter! Ha! Now that could be something!


Yes…


Something.

She needed to cleat her head… her thoughts, her mind. She rubbed gently with one hand at her throbbing forehead. Suddenly she felt an overwhelming feel of tranquility, and peace, as the crisp, fresh air hit her body, as she protruded from the stark, modern structure, that was what she called her `Art School' toward the beautiful traditional gardens.

Her headache was gone, and suddenly—her mind cleared. Yes, it was the fresh, pure air that gave her the vibrant health, and peace of mind. One of many things the Feudal Era had to offer.

Her headaches came often lately, as oppose to when she was in the Feudal Era, and rarely fell ill. The air was so pure and clean there… untouched by the pollution of the modern days…

Such a shame it is how it turned out, too…

She sighed, as she rested herself, her legs dangling over the side of the arched bridge, which stretched gracefully over a pond of lily pad, and grasses. Taking in a long, deep breath, she grasped the journal from under her arm, and rested it on her lap. She set her mind firmly with resolve, as she turned back to the page where she had left off. Out here, in this gorgeous garden that looked so enchanted… so secluded from the world, she could think. And unhindered at that.

She bit her bottom lip, as she found the page…




She read on;




“…'Only you know of this… only you know… and you know better than anyone could know.'

I wondered at my own words, still yet not certain of what I spoke.

But, yet I knew this. Yes… I knew this much was true.

She held a look of uncertainty in her eyes, but I knew it would soon fade. `Priestess…' I said, `…do I have your love?' she contemplated a moment, before answering.—I found this highly disturbing. She had to `reason' before she was capable of answering. What would be the outcome?

This and a seemingly million other questions ran through my mind, like a rush of water.

She looked into my eyes intently, as though she where searching them for hidden answers.

And again she spoke the words that nearly tore my heart in two…
Ah… this sudden feeling, r emotion—ah—yes, once again you have found me guilty of such… emotion. It is a strange thought, no? I, who had concealed it so well, that the world may not have knowledge of my weakness was brought down to such a point as this… that every little word or glance from this small girl… er…
Woman, could have such a strong hold upon my person… ah.

Many things I do not wish to admit, yet they arise. Besides… who is to know of such? -am I incorrect?

And… she spoke; `I don't know you… Sesshoumaru… but, I would like to learn of you.'

The first part of her revelation nearly had me panting for a breath… I was nearly afraid—yes, afraid—of the outcome… but, alas… one who is a willing student can learn much. Ah, so the Zen says; `when you find a student; seek—and a teacher will appear'.

Yes… so be it. Only… I was not hear to learn. I was the one who would teach.

She does not know this Sesshoumaru? I thought… she DOES know this Sesshoumaru!


Of such I was certain… but, alas… if she cannot see it—then I should have the need to show her…

…and there was only one way—I felt—that there was to show her this…

…to make love to her… yes. She would then be forced to see the truth…”




Kagome's sharp intakes of breath caused her lungs to nearly stop from breathing... this was becoming ridiculous… too much! Here was the very part of this life story she had been waiting forever for. It was something she would have blushed madly about, for daring to read… but, here… something about having your name in something as personal
and intimate as this pushed her on to a length that she herself was shocked she could endure… lustful paradise.

She read mesmerized at the graphic and intimate description that Sesshoumaru gave…




He slowly slid his body down to where her Yukata hung at her knees… clinging to the slightly perspiration dampened skin. He could smell the heady arousal that flourished from her. He began to feel himself tighten like a spring… he couldn't take much longer of waiting… yet, it was needed to win over this girl that he prized above all possessions.

Her body was calling to him. The moonlight flooded through the dense foliage of the trees, and the branched of the shrubbery softly swayed to the nocturnal melody. Her breathing, like his was becoming more erratic… long labored pants, and gasps… as his long clawed fingers lightly pressed over the bared surface of her skin. He saw her body bare for the first time… taking in every detail to the fullest…

There was a large, cluster star looking scar toward the vicinity of her hip, and in toward her pelvis… he could only wonder what had caused it. She still had blood staining her body, and he could tell by the scent of it, it indeed belonged to her. The offensive other scent of the half demon also soiled her delicate, but strong little frame. She must have fought hard…

Thinking of the half demon in such a powerful way… overcome by his bodily drive, only served to anger him.

She was yet but a girl…

She had the signs of woman hood, but yet… she had not quite reached her pinnacle of development. He could tell by the way her body looked… it held that vibrant and pure look that only youth held. For this reason, he sighed remorsefully, and scratched at something on the back of his head… if he took her now… he could show her of the depths of his passion for her… but, what if he where to wait a year or so? Slowly gain his trust from her, and in turn… perhaps she could come to love him, completely, and unquestioned… perhaps…

But, then what was this assaulting scent of arousal? Her hands had found their way to his hair, and wound themselves into a horrid mess… it was a clutching knot, as if in a warning to not dare try to leave… moving became rather a problem. It was simple to see; she at least wanted this sexual encounter from him… whether or not she was willing enough to give up a piece of her now guarded heart.

`Well…' he reasoned wistfully… `at least I shall not be the one to break her.' Ah… yes, her hymen had been indeed brutally severed… leaving the most unusual formation to her entrance… the skin had scared into the most unusual crescent shape he had ever known… it was like the moon on his forehead…

Perhaps the gods had indeed left her for him? -it was not altogether insanity.

He braced her legs around his waist, as he slowly slid his tongue over her salty skin. It was the most delicate flavor he had ever placed on his palate. It held an edge of mystery… there was something about the contents of her skin that he wished to further pursue… something below the layers of skin he wished to taste… ah… but, what if he did mark her? What would her reaction be? That would not be leaving her a choice in the matter. The only choice she would have is to whether she wanted to live, or die. A female that was marked by a male demon would be in complete, unquestioned submission to the male. She would have no choice. If she chose to find the sanctuary of another male… then there would be need for a challenge… and if her mate had won over the other, he would kill both. Leaving in the pools of bloodshed. It was the ways of the demons. All respected, and abided by the traditions. He would not be an exception to the rule… and he had no wish to do something that would put in question whether the priestess loved him, or not.

Someone who had once been his brother's bitch… was now his true one heart's desire. To have her, was to have everything.

He pressed his nose slightly into the apex of her thighs, taking in what he could of her scent…

She had the scent still of purity, though she had been taken. Perhaps there was something deeper to this whole matter than could show through onto the surface… such as, why did he not smell the scent of his brother near her secreted regions?

Was there a form of a lie in this whole combination of tales, and revelations?

It did not matter. He closed his eyes firmly. He would—no—could—not allow it to matter. All that mattered at this moment was winning the heart of this jewel that glistened only a breath away. An opportunity too great to deny. He could not wait another moment… he needed to do this right, and he needed to do it soon.

Slowly kissing along the inner lining of her thigh, he paused slightly when he heard her gasp at his actions. He slowly slid a finger into her center… and watched with contentment, as she slammed shut her eyes, and clenched around him.

He slowly moved himself within her… waiting to stretch slightly her abused body. If this all would have been done correctly, as it where… she would not be in pain this moment, as she was clearly now. A few tears appeared near the outside edged of her eyes, and she pressed her eyes and lips firmly together, suppressing a sob that came from deep in her stomach.

She felt as if a blade was pressing it's self against the inner lining of her center… as if something horrible wanted so desperately to torture her, and her torn body once again. She could feel the few tiny tears that had just begun to seal up, once again re-open.

He tensed… he could smell the tang of blood coming from within her. So… apparently it had been a very abusive joining. Perhaps she was not aroused during the contact of the intercourse? That could compensate for why she had suffered so many dashes, and cuts… tears within her body. Apparently when Inuyasha's demonic side took over his body… his senses where taken over along with it.

What a foolish boy…

He should have simply turned mortal, had he indeed felt such a dire need for change.

Now look what had happened?? He had taken, and abused the girl… she resembled that of a butterfly with a torn wing… still beautiful, holding the grace, and elegance… but, that element that was broken, leaves much helpless against the wounds.

He closed his eyes momentarily… bracing himself for the aftershocks of what was inevitable to come, once he completed what he was about to attempt.

He grasped firmly to the sides of her hips, and gently kissed the soft skin, and tissue that covered her center. Slowly sliding his tongue between the folds of skin, he plunged his tongue deep within her. Instantly; her body tensed, and convulsed, as she cried in pain. Her hands pounded the ground beneath her fists, as she flung them wildly upon either side of her body.

He slid his hands over her body, reassuringly… if this worked, perhaps her pain might cease.

He slowly wriggled his tongue within her, exploring the various regions of her body. The taste of her blood, assaulted his tongue, and spiked a strange primal feeling within him. One that he nearly instantly ignored. It was once again the need to place his mark upon her… but, that was simply out of the question. She began to loosen, and her tense inner muscles finally relaxed, as his tongue soothed over the abused flesh.

His saliva coated in a thick layer her inner walls, as to provide a healing salve to the abrasions.

His healing ministrations soon began to bring forth moans of pleasure from the small girl. A ghost of a smile brushed across his parted lips, as he drew forth from her.

She was ready.




Kagome could barely contain herself. Her eyes widened with the growing feeling of ecstasy that sweltered within her. It was becoming difficult to breath amidst her panting. Oh, gods… if someone where to happen upon her they would think she was laboring. Oh gods.

Her eyes fluttered shut, a moment as she envisioned herself being the one that was receiving such intimate, and passionate treating from the highly feared, and respected demon lord.

He had once provided to be a major threat, and fear to her… but, it would seem as time where to go on… even Inuyasha himself expressed less hatred, and ill will towards his elder brother. It was the average sibling rivalry thing, she figured. That point between two sons when each sought after dominance. She was to guess that with Sesshoumaru, he became jealous after his father's seeming favoritism towards the half demon sibling of his. Also… the shame that would come from the union of a demon, and a human was reputable… it didn't always receive open arms, and understanding.

As time progressed on in the Feudal Era… people seemed to be more understanding, and less hostile towards such things. Kagome smiled to herself a moment… things where very much the same nowadays. Gramps would never be caught dead wearing the modern clothes than men of the day might… while other elderly men had been long wearing such apparel, as they sought to bring in the future, and let the past leave freely at it's own rate. These would be your people that thrived upon things to come… the future, and the crazy idea of one day being the world leader. Kagome shrugged, and shook her head at the comments Gramps would make on and off about world dominance for Japan… hey, he had a vision. That's all she could rightly muster from that mess.

The elderly man had been issued to the doctor a few times, on claims neighbors had made on his `insanity'. Kagome rolled her eyes… was it really all that far off from the truth? Eh… she wouldn't dare tell him that! He would most likely try to exorcise his `purification' potions on her, thinking she had some in contact with a vengeful spirit of the Shihinagure family. Yeah… there was a looooong feud there… one she rubbed her forehead at the thought of… she was already beginning to feel the start of a headache.



She sighed happily, in remembrance of the wonderful fantasy book that lay open upon her lap. Happily waiting for her return, or arrival. Whichever. It didn't really matter now, though. As long as it was there for he, she could survive another day.

This book—erm… journal—had wound it's way as to one of the top things she cherished. She shook her head at her own realization. She was not a person to jump into things head long… but, it appeared the water was beautiful, and she couldn't resist the temptation of a swim.

It had all turned out t be a swim through her own mind… these new feelings aroused. It was all something she had only dreamt about feeling with Inuyasha… but now, she was feeling them with the ghost of his brother… Sesshoumaru.

And the funny thing is…

No matter the extent she tried, or even wanted to hate him… she couldn't. This feeling had wound it's self too deeply for that now. And… to tell the truth… she liked every moment of it.

She turned her eyes back to the book, going over the vivid illustrational writing… thinking over and over in her mind of the scenario, as the words painted the images across her mind…





He slowly undressed his lower regions, and took a deep breath. He grasped for her wrists, and gently kissed her mouth… pressing his tongue against her lips, she opened slightly for him…

His tongue slid over hers, creating a lather of lust, and passion. Their breathing became erratic, each breath painful… each brush of skin against skin only heightening their shared arousal.

His one arm released her wrist, and wrapped possessively around her waist, drawing her in closer to his body. Her moans elicited a strange response from his body… his senses where so highly stimulated, that he was on the verge of insanity. Oh… what this girl could do to him was crazy. He drew his hips back, far above hers, before slowly sliding himself into her writhing depths. Her body immediately convulsed. A small smile played on the edges of his lips, as he once again slid his tongue into her moaning mouth. Perhaps she was more responsive, and ready than he had thought… hn.

In one slow motion, he brought himself nearly all out, before in a sudden blast of energy, he thrust himself with his entire force back within her. Pull out, then thrust back in, pull out, then thrust back in.

Their passionate dance continued for much of what remained of the night. It would seem as if this girl simply refused to pinnacle… as if, she was incapable of reaching her fulfillment.

Then, suddenly, he felt her muscles quiver, then convulse violently around him. Her back arching wildly, and her writhing form lay beneath him, pinned to where he had her, as she became lost in the throws of passion. One last deep thrust and he met her there.

His body collapsing heavily upon hers, as they both fought for the heavy intakes of breath.




Kagome nearly melted… how she wished that girl could be her! Well… sure, they shared the same name… but, never in her existence had such a thing happened… so it couldn't be her… right?

Eh. She dismissed the idea altogether… although… it did specifically mention that she had the completed Shikon no Tama at the time this was to take place… that is why in Sesshoumaru's journal, it spoke of how Inuyasha had become a full blooded demon.

So… perhaps it really would happen to her?! After all… she only had a few shards at this point… it was impossible that this had already happened with just that alone… so, maybe there was a good deal of time before this would have to happen… or better yet…

Perhaps it could be avoided altogether! Ah! Yes… a perfect idea. There would be no need for any hard feelings, lost dreams, impossible romances, snobby jealous half demon boys who still won't even consider giving you that dreamt of first kiss… that boy she so adored… eh… he he he… funny, suddenly her mind had been so swamped with images, and thoughts of Sesshoumaru she had seemed to forget all about the adorable puppy eared Inuyasha! Eep! She was beginning to feel like a psychopath. Was there some sort of odd spell binding this book in an odd way that was indescribable, as was such? If so… how, and why did he do it? Did he expect that someone would get a hold of it? If so then—feh! She was reasoning in circles, and she knew it… not to mention she was developing a rather pulsating headache that was sounding like drums in her ears. Ah… life and it's miseries…

Not all life was good… oh joy.

Well… at least with this bewitching book on her lap, she could flee from the surrounding world… block out all ugly and mean images… run to her oasis that lay in await to catch her up, and take her off to the castle where the handsome, dashing prince was just dying to make mad love with her. Oh sigh… if only.


She turned her gaze back to the elegantly scripted journal, and as always, with a sigh…



She read on;




“…I collapsed atop her, panting for breath as the cool night air filled my lungs. Her face was deep crimson, and her skin was set aglow.

I have never seen anything quite as beautiful, nor alluring…

her hands where tangled in my hair, and her breathing came in heavy breaths. I found myself mesmerized by the rise and fall of her chest.

It was… most entrancing.
Her eyes glistened, and a flame glow in the depths of them… one I had not yet seen the likes of… no—again I find I must admit to such ignorance—I had never seen such a thing.
I find myself ashamed at the knowledge… pray though… like I have said before… who is to know?

Then… I asked her yet again… `Ka-go-me… do I have your love?' and yet again I waited.

I waited patiently for her to answer.

Though time to my person means nothing, it was if I had waited for an eternity for her to answer!

Anything would have made it less vexing… less painful. A slight movement? A whisper? A breath?

But, even as much as I was pained, she remained fixed to the same position.
Not even a movement. I reached for her face, and clasped it between my hands. And then… her eyes met mine.

`Yes Sesshoumaru. I love you… and none other than.'

I felt my heart stop—did she truly speak those words?—yes—that fire in her eyes—now I could see what the mystery it held was… or, what it had become!
It was a flame of passion, of lust, of desire… and of love!

I had believed she would refuse me, so I had failed to see this.

Ah, but alas—now I had it… and I desired of nothing more, for I had all…”





Kagome gasped… if this really where speaking of her… of HER and not just some other girl by the name of Kagome Higurashi—could she—would she… was it possible that she might really love him…? That he… that he might actually lover her as well…? Could Sesshoumaru really love HER… Kagome Higurashi? DID HE REALLY LOVE HER?

Ridiculous! Nonsense! Ha! Preposterous!

There was indeed no way that was possible.

Perhaps this where merely a fairy tale book, that one had written in the Feudal Era trying to create an impossible fantasy. One that involved two opposing forces, such as the Ying Yang… a Priestess, and a Demon. It was something that could never work… was never meant to be.

An Impossible Fantasy.

The words spilled over her tongue in almost a reproachful way. If this where the case… then, that would definitely also include half demons as well. Impossible indeed, for it was. She laughed to herself in a sad, dull way… just perfect. Of course her life would end up as such… an impossible fantasy. It seemed as nothing could just ever go smoothly. Nothing was `normal'. She couldn't live in just a `normal' house, with a `normal' family, living a `normal' life… no. Instead of being `normal', she had to live in a shrine, and get abducted by a demon… had to find that god tree in the Feudal Era… had to be sucked back 500 years… had to had to had to…

Nothing could be `normal' for her.

She was contradicting herself. She sighed.

`Normal.'


Nothing could ever be that way… and on the other note; nothing could ever be that fantasy world between her and the all powerful demon lord, Sesshoumaru. No matter how appealing the whole matter might seem. Inuyasha… a sigh went to the thought of him… the beloved half demon, who had tangled himself so firmly into her heart. She had been thinking it love… but, as of late… she had received plenty of time to think over the matter. Ah… what did the journal say? Oh yes… that she would give him the sacred jewel, and that he would become a full blooded demon. That he would take what wasn't for the taking, and then leave her to be killed. Or… how did that go again? Oh yes… ah, another reminisce… HE would try to kill her himself. Ah. Yes… and at that, he would probably go find someway to get Kikyou back, and they would live happily ever after.


Perfect.


Yes… that little amount of doubt had always been there… swimming in the back places of her mind… lurking. Waiting for the perfect moment to break free and haunt her. So… what was it about Sesshoumaru's journal that brought all of these nightmares to the forefront? Why did she have to think of them now? The day she had left the Feudal Era to come home, he had been nothing but pleasantness, and had not even complained about her departure! He had merely folded his arms, and stuck his nose up in the air, saying; “Hurry up and get back, Kagome.”

That was it! Not even a mock comment! He was frowning, but none the less… he had wanted her to return soon… that right there was a good indication that he wanted her with him!—that he cared for her! It made her heart flutter with joy… ah… but, again… he had never actually disclosed whether he cared for her or not. That was a problem… to her at least.

Perhaps she was really nothing more than someone that was capable of finding Shikon shards? Was that really all there was to it? Did he figure that by allowing her to go home without a fight more often than less, that she would in turn be `more capable' of spotting shards? He really didn't seem like that… but, then again… he didn't exactly seem like the guy depicted in Sesshoumaru's journal then either. Which to believe? Oh yes… back to the line of the thought on the journal…

Even if everything about Inuyasha in there was in all actuality true—she could still, never hold the slightest tint of anger, nor a grudge toward him. No matter to the deepest extent of his folly, or foe. It simply wasn't in her nature to hate, and that right there spoke that the Kagome surely wasn't her… couldn't be her. Ah… yet ANOTHER thing becomes subject due to that…

If she was the Kagome in the journal… then when was this all supposed to happen? Did it take place at all? All was lost in an endless mystery that seemed to reason in perpetual circles. She held only one thing for certain; it had not happened yet… which meant; if it did happen, it was to be in the future! Ah, the mind and life of a girl, bored to death in an Art School that was only serving as a prison. It was locking her away from the one true place where the answers to all her questions lay in wait. But, the irony indeed that she should come to such a place.

Only to find a girl who claimed to be the descendant of a Sesshoumaru that had taken part in a session of intercourse with a human?—ah not only a mere human, but also it being one by the forbidden name of Kagome Higurashi! Ah, irony.

She was bored to death, and only the second day. Tomorrow, she would be required to partake, and attend in all the classes, and activities. She sighed. The long weekend would soon end. Monday… curses to Monday! Thank the gods it would only happen once a week!

She looked at the book that lay across her lap once more, as the spiral of endless thoughts once again coursed through her mind…

If SHE was the Kagome Higurashi in the book… then she would be the Kagome who was supposed to wed the author… being—Sesshoumaru! If she was to wed Sesshoumaru, then—Amaya really was her descendant?!

`No! No! No! No!'

`Oh gods oh gods oh gods oh gods oh gods oh gods…'

There was no possible way in hell for that to occur. None. Absolutely not. Never.

Nope. No way at all. That would make Amaya part demon, and that was absurd… was it? Perhaps not… what! Of course it was! Ah! No!

No! No! No!

—should she investigate?—Ah! No! Gods No! Never!

`Eh… ridiculous thought… he he he…' … `But…what if it's true…?' There was truly only one way it could be decided. `…fine. If Amaya has certain abilities, and possesses some form of supernatural power, then… I just might be inclined to believe it. But, if she does not, then… it's all a hoax.' Right there, she was mentally preparing herself for a heart break. It would really and truly be devastating in a way… if Sesshoumaru and her where really all nothing but a composition of fairy tale scenarios.

If this… this journal… this book… was nothing more than the ideas that came into the back of some body's mind, that they simply decided to jot down on an old leather bound book, that they dare to address as `journal', and dare to call themselves by the title of the Lord Of The West.

The ideas of who might do such a thing where vague… but, none the less… someone might have the endeavors to do such a thing… and she wouldn't allow this to break her… even if it did.

This new resolve put her mind at a slight ease, and contentment. She thought long over about what it would truly be like if it where all real, and to happen… who where Amaya's parents? What where they like? Let's see… they would be her great-great grand children… what?! Hn… an interesting thought, indeed. And—if she did have children with Sesshoumaru… how many?

How many grand children did she have?

How many great grand children did she have?

How many great-great grand children did she have?

How many great-great-great grand children did she have?

How many times did she have the pleasure of—GAH NO! NO! NO! Dirty thought! No! Oh gods oh gods oh gods oh gods oh gods oh gods…

It was like a disease… it was actually beginning to sink in… these awful thoughts! She simply couldn't allow herself to go along with it all! It was too much! …Simply too much. `Yet, Sesshoumaru was such a good lover—what?! No! Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, oh gods!'

`No!'

“Eh!” She began to choke on her saliva as Amaya appeared at her side. “Kagome…”

“Eh… heh heh heh… ya?”

“Kagome, we need to talk.”

Kagome felt her nervousness arise to the surface.

“What?!” `Oh gods… what happened? Did I just snap?'

Amaya bit her lip as Kagome reacted in her colorful way. “Well… it's just that you are always acting so funny…” she said, as she hoisted herself up on the railing of the bridge, scooting next to Kagome. “…I mean, I know I haven't known you that long, but… is that journal possessing you or something?—you sure act all fishy when you read it!—I mean…” she sighed gently, “…I mean, you have been so absorbed in it, and it's odd that you share the same name with my ancestor and all… it's not really a common name, as I'm sure you know… and the funny thing is, is that you—you… aw, hell… never-mind. You'd think I was crazy.” She said, as she slid off the rail, with a wave of her hand, to dismiss her words.

She sighed, and moved to turn away, but Kagome leapt up, and caught her by the wrist, looking intently into her eyes. “Amaya… tell me, so that I can tell you.” She could have slapped herself for saying that… but, she felt oddly that whatever Amaya had to tell her; she needed to know.

Amaya bit her lip, and swallowed hard, at something she didn't know before that was in her throat. It was seemingly impairing her voice from working properly… “I—I… my great-great-great grandmother Kagome Higurashi is from… is from this—this time…” she said, lowering her head, as though ashamed, or fearing the remarks she was sure that would be to come. `Are you crazy?!', `That's a bunch of shit…' and so forth. But, to her amazement… it never came. The sheer mockery wasn't even there. Nothing occurred… nothing at all… not even a sound.

She looked up, to meet Kagome in the eyes. Her face was ashen, and she was biting her bottom lip so hard, that tiny droplets of blood wetted her lips, as her teeth sank in to the giving flesh, creating small punctures. Amaya was in shock…what was wrong with Kagome?! “Kagome?—Kagome?!” She yelled, as she shook her by the shoulders a few times, in hopes of separating her from the trance she seemed to be suffering from. Kagome blinked and shook her head a bit… her facial expression serious. “Are you sure of that, Amaya?” Amaya nodded solemnly. It was indeed the truth.

“What else?” Kagome asked, in a diplomatic voice. She was questioning carefully… hoping for any more information she could get… or at least to find out what Amaya knew. Kagome slid her hands over the rail to the bridge… never noticing the `splashing' sound that occurred in the back ground.

“She could be anywhere… she could be anywhere at all.” She replied with big, reasoning eyes. “She somehow had access to this… time portal. It was of unknown origins, or location. That's about all I know about this. She had a diary…” she sighed, as she brushed a strand of hair from her eyes, and wiggled her nose a few times, trying to relieve herself of the itch that the strand of hair had caused. “Ahem…” she continued; “sorry… uh… I was saying… oh yeah… her diary, you see; I hear was lost in a fire, although the only one who really knows this is my Gramps. He knows everything.” She implied, with a wave of her hands.

Kagome listened intently. If this wasn't a description of her, then… she didn't have the slightest idea of what one was.

“…she could travel at will to the Feudal Era of Japan, where she met a half demon. I think she broke a spell on him or something like that…”

`Inuyasha…' Kagome silently made note, as she closed her eyes in concentration.

“…there was this tree of ages, or something… another thing that I am unaware of, location wise.”

Kagome smirked.

`At least one of us is confused on something… I wish I was as much in the dark on that. That would mean that I actually have a chance at the `normal' way of life.' Ha. What a thought. Her, and `normal', all in one?

“…I think she met a few other people there too… something about a monk, and a demon slayer… and a fox, and a two tail… I think a flea? Eh… whatever. I dunno. It's all pretty vague to me, you know? Um… I think she had an enemy called `Naraku', or something like that… they where always fighting against his evil minions, and what-not. Like I said, though… you better not quote me on all this… I am a little vague.” Kagome felt a spell of dizziness. So… Amaya really, really, really was indeed her descendant. It's not like she hadn't thought on that before or anything… it's just that, when proof, an realization all struck at one time… it was like being hit by a very powerful blast of qui. It was unexpected… and powerful. Frightening… and consoling.

It was rather pleasing to know, that she could see the progression in her family as it wandered on through the centuries… and it was also rather fascinating at the same time… just to think; she was doing something that others could only DREAM about doing! Not even the most brilliant scientists had ever found a time portal… and here she was living, with one in her own back yard… disguised in the form of an old shrine well! Who would have thought?!

“… the main thing that I remember of what I had been told, is that she possesses a very powerful jewel, sought after by both demons, and humans, called the Shikon no Tama… and, well… I guess she just had a lot going for her.

She had a lot going on in her life. I'm not really sure about much else, because what I knew was stuff that Gramps had told me… and, you basically stole my other information source. The journal… when you took it from me, I basically lost all information. Gramps is a bit too secretive, and that was where I was getting a lot of information. It's a family heirloom… you know?

So… that's all I know. The other thing is… is that, somewhere—although I cannot remember the exact location—I have seen a photograph of her. Perhaps I saw it in Gramps' attic when I was younger, but it was there, and I knew it was her… and the thing is… is that—oh, I know you'll think I'm insane and all, if you don't already… but—if—if I wasn't mistaken… I'd say from that particular angle… she'd be your twin. That's all.”

Kagome felt her mind become hazy, and her eyes roll up into the back of her head… and then… everything was black.

For the second time in this weekend, she met the cold, unyielding surface of the ground… once again unconscious.

* * *

Kagome blinked a few times, only to find herself in her bed, with an icepack on her head… once again. “Amaya—“ “Amaya?” she called weakly. “Yes, Kagome?!” came a worried reply. “What happened?” she asked, as her eyes slowly fluttered, adjusting to the light. “Shhh… shhh… it's okay.” Amaya said, soothingly as she adjusted the icepack until it was rested against the protruding red bump on Kagome's head. “I think… I just scared you with my insanity… that's all.”

Bang!

Suddenly it all came back to her. “Amaya!” She screeched, as she bolted upwards, thus sending the icepack flying across the room. Amaya was frozen in a semi-shock, before forcefully pushing Kagome back down. She bit her lip and frowned as she then realized the icepack had been thrust upward onto a very high shelf. She glared, realizing she would have to climb to get it. “What Kagome?—don't try to get up, idiot.” She pulled out a stool, and set it on her bed… carefully she stood on it, trying not to wobble too much, from the give of the mattress. She stretched to her maximum, as she reached for the elevated icepack… thanks to her darling room mate. Kagome felt a cold sweat form on her forehead. “Oh no…” she groaned, as she flung a hand onto her face. Amaya growled slightly as she took a topple from the stool, and fell onto her mattress. She pounded a fist into the sheets, and glared at the height of the shelf. Silently she cursed her gene pool for not allowing her a better height. Kagome sighed, as the tossed uncomfortably on her bed. “Amaya… do one thing for me.” She said, rather than asked. Amaya turned to look at Kagome… giving up all together on the stupid icepack. “What?”

Kagome pulled out a tiny vile from her pocket, and Amaya neared in curiosity at what Kagome's request had tied into the obscure little object that the vile provided be.

Amaya gasped, as a ray of light shone through the vile… making something within glisten like precious gems. “What are those?!” Kagome smiled faintly, and shook her head.

“No… here… open it.”

“What do I do?” Amaya asked, as she pulled out the tiny cork. “Hold one of the shards in your hand.” Kagome instructed. Making a confused face, Amaya complied, with a slump of her shoulders. `Okaaaay…' Kagome watched with deep interest, as Amaya grasped the tiny vile, and shook the contents into her hand, until they hit the surface of her outstretched palm. Amaya gasped, as an aura of a deep blue-purple formed around it. Amaya nearly fell backwards, with uncontained surprise. Well… this was a shock. “So… you are right.” Kagome said with a sigh, as she watched the aura glow from the palm of the wide-eyed girl. “…About what?” Amaya asked, perplexed. “Hn… about everything. I feel so stupid!” Kagome groaned. “Why?” “Because!” “Because… I didn't wasn't to believe it was possible.” “What was possible?” “Any of it.” Amaya growled. Nothing was making sense… and she was getting awfully tired of Kagome's famous `reasoning in circles' effect.

“Kagome Higurashi! You tell me now!”

Kagome whimpered. Oi… holy hell, this wasn't going to be easy. “Um… well, you see…” “What?!” “I AM KAGOME HIGURASHI!” She screamed. Amaya fell backwards, and her eyes widened. Holy shit… she really was going to need that icepack… the damned thing!

Amaya looked at her like she was the devil himself. Kagome tried weakly to pull the covers over herself, and hide from that mean look that her descendant was shooting her with. She sighed. She had a lot of explaining to do!

When Amaya finally recovered, she nearly pounced on Kagome. “You are my great-great-great grandmother?!” Kagome nodded weakly… `Oh gods…no…'

Amaya broke out in the most exuberant smile Kagome suspected that she had ever seen. “Amazing!—we're both nearly the same age!” She chimed happily. Kagome groaned. `Thankfully I am still OLDER…' This girl was her own flesh and blood… and she still had yet to figure out when in her life she could foresee something like this happening… her, and Sesshoumaru… Oi.
She groaned again… the headache was back.

Ah… the answers to all of her troubles where surely in the journal!—yes! The journal! Now… where was the damned thing?

Kagome's eyes widened… “Amaya… where is the journal?!” Amaya snapped out of her exuberance. “Oh no!” Kagome felt her heart stop… that couldn't be good… “I think you dropped it in the pond!” Kagome felt her heart come to a stop.

Oh gods oh gods oh gods oh gods…

* * *

Kagome felt like slapping herself. “Oh! How could I have been so stupid!” Amaya had already ran to the pond, and had managed to fish out the precious heirloom. “I hope you have read all of it… or most of it.” Amaya added drearily, as she went over the washed away pages with a hair blow dryer. “Why?” Kagome asked, in a sudden heart panging thought that all of the pages had been destroyed… `What a loss…' “Because nearly all of the pages are ruined… the ink nearly washed away completely.” Kagome felt her heart ache… “No… Sesshoumaru's journal…” Amaya's head snapped upward, revealing her wide, confused, but… interested eyes. “Sesshoumaru, eh?” “Eh… yeah.” Kagome laughed nervously as she scratched at who knows what, that seemed to be so important at that moment, on the back of her head. “I guess somehow… uh… he and I end up together in some obscure universe… one that sent that journal. But… I can assure you, it's not from this universe. Nya-uh. I refuse! Ha! I already love another, besides. And… it just happens to be his half brother. Inuyasha…”

Amaya paled.

“Kagome… do you realize, that if you do not `end up' with him, as you so put it… that I, and my entire family will cease to exist at some point in the near future?” Kagome nearly choked… `Oh gods—`

After a while, Amaya was able to probe Kagome of further information, concerning herself, and her world… how she lived. “Amaya, do you remember those shards that I told you to hold?” “Yes. Why?” “Because… those shards, where Shikon shards. The sacred jewel. The reason why the aura was such a deep hue, was because you have both the spiritual purifying power of a Priestess, and also the dark power of the other side… the power of a very powerful demon… Sesshoumaru. Apparently his power was able to hold firmly onto the bloodlines… even through all these generations. I suspect, it is because of the tremendous amount of power he houses. Otherwise… I'd have assumed all demon blood would have nearly worn through already. You in truth shouldn't be able to hold the sacred jewel, and have the aura in such a mid point as that. The power of a priestess works along with the human blood… as opposed to that of a demon blood. It usually would fight against the human blood, and in a result die out. But, like I have said… Sesshoumaru was exceedingly powerful… maybe even the most powerful demon ever… so, that's why you contain both equal parts of my priestess power, and his demon powers. That is why in your hands, the jewel remains dormant. It can neither be purified, nor tainted.”


“I am half demon?!” Amaya seemed to skim over all the crucial information and skip right to the details on her gene pool… once again.

Kagome sighed. “No… you are far more human than demon. Like I said… it's just that Sesshoumaru's power seems to have resided in the bloodlines, and peacefully dwells there with my purification power, due to the tremendous strength that he contains.”

Amaya nodded in understanding… so it was all becoming clear now. Finally.

So the past, held her future…

Remarkable.

Amaya looked thoughtfully at something for a moment, before saying; “Gramps also knows some details that he won't reveal to the rest of the family. He can be funny like that. He says that they are secrets only meant for those destined to know them… that has us really all in a confused state, but he is relentless. You know?” Kagome wrinkled her nose. “…Odd…” `Usually elders are only apt to keep things to themselves for a specific purpose, of meaning… I wonder what his is…?' Amaya shrugged. “Yeah… it's a little odd. But—once you meet Gramps… he makes up for a lot of that in just his personality.” She said with a rather broad smile.

Kagome nodded… things where already too complicated. It was probably just best as it where to leave things alone anyway. The continuous fainting wasn't really helping her cause either… if only there was a way other than that one to react, besides screaming… hn…

Stress really owned the day when it came to her life. The life of Kagome Higurashi was no desirable piece of cake! She frowned in thought, as if something was just a little too—too much… she ground her teeth in frustration. So… something was perplexing. If she didn't bed with Sesshoumaru… then… Amaya's family—the Takeshi family—her family—would cease to exist! And the funny thing… is, they all knew it! But, somehow… they all had this unconditional faith that she—Kagome—their ancestor—would indeed truly come through for them. What a power of faith… like none other she had heard of. An entire FAMILY'S existence was relying upon her final decision…

Ah… what about that? Wasn't she madly in-love with Inuyasha? Well… she had thought she was. Didn't that at least amount up to something?! Perhaps… just perhaps… something had gone wrong, and this was all just one big mistake. It was all nothing more than a common misunderstanding… happened every day! Ha! Ah, but of course! Wasn't she already prone to such occurrences? It was only natural that it be likewise. Eh?! Eh?!!

Ngh. Why did life have to be so damn confusing, and just all around TWISTED?! She near cried twice, at the flood of rushing thoughts that where haunting her already troubled conscience. Every thing was giving her a headache, and she frowned deeply, as Amaya looked upon her with those big, sympathetic eyes. Grrr…

Kagome groaned. Even her great-great-great grand daughter was too big to sit on her lap. Too old to read favorite bed time stories too! Too old to make cookies with, and spoil with big bags of candy, and chocolate kisses. What kind of a future was that?!—having grand babies as old as she was?! Ack!

People in general would think she was psycho. And… heck. Maybe they where right! She was thinking the very same thing as of lately… hn?

All she really wanted in the world though, was to grow up, drag Inuyasha back to her time, have a nice big wedding, and have LOTS of adorable, cute puppy-eared little kids. She found herself smiling lopsidedly. Oi… the thoughts of making those kids was starting to give her the warm fuzzies… all over again. Odd… she had imagined the very same thing with another… only, that thought might have been even better. AH! Oh no… gods, she was really going crazy! Now, instead of having `for sure' (in the multiple form) she was presented with one of those wretched, hell spawned toss-ups! Damn it all!

And… besides, one thing—why was she envisioning herself making kids with Sesshoumaru again, anyway? Ah… oh yes… it seems as though it all was coming back—that's right—because… if she refused to go and have Sex with him… an entire generation would disappear into the void! *Boof*! A lost live. A lost existence… Hn… were they not the lucky ones?! Sigh. In her eyes they where… but, also… looking at the situation with another perspective… yeah. She would want to live too. And she did!—it was just… in a different way. That would be nice.

So… an entire family was waiting on her having sex with a really, REALLY old demon lord who's skin alone would probably give you a damn case of frost bite. It wasn't just getting laid by anyone… it was THE ICE KING!—dun—dun—dun! Yeah… that was why her life was so confusing… so unmistakably her own. Ha. Sigh. That was why she was such a nervous wreck lately. That was why she faints on bridges, and drops centuries old books in ponds full of slimy green algae, as she continued on during a clumsy streak. And THAT was why everyone else on this ENTIRE planet, had lost their mind, and THAT was why she; Kagome Higurashi wasn't going to do just that. Get laid by an angry, hateful, and ice-cold demon lord who would probably kill her at the mention of sex. He had tried to kill her so many damn times already…

For whatever reason she thought it a good idea at the time, to step in for Inuyasha, and tell Sesshoumaru what he wanted to know. From then on, he seemed to not be so blood thirsty… but, none the less… you never underestimate Sesshoumaru. He was a blood hungry beast who was something never to be sure of… and then again… those words…

They reeled through her head like a broken cassette player. `You do know me Kagome… like no one else can… only you… only you… only you…' Those where the words that haunted her every thought of Sesshoumaru. If she truly did know him, like what that hypnotizing book made her thing she could… might… then, he was really nothing like what anyone would really think. He was the type to welcome her into his presence, and protect her, and cherish her very being for always. He would love her, and care for her like no other could… he would be there when no one else can. If…ah, if… it was all truly as she so wished it to be then— Ah… it was all nonsense any way. There was no longer a need to think on it.

So… her resolve had to be considered set. Was she going to go and have intercourse with the all feared demon lord? Nope. Nya-uh. There was not a chance of that EVER happening. She could probably never even look at him in the eye again… not after housing all of those dirty thoughts in her mind! Those images would most likely pop up into the forefront, at all the most indecent times! Then… she would probably wing up with a wild case of mad blushing. Heh… yeah. Then Sesshoumaru would really have a few things to think on! Oh, and then the thought would arise, which would soon turn into a question, to the contradiction of her delight… “Eh, so… Kagome, how exactly did you get my journal?” “Oh, eh he he he… Yeah. Um… one of our great-great-great grand children decided to give it to me to read… wasn't that so sweet?! Kisses, baby!” “Hn… our descendants you say? Oddly enough, I don't rightly remember getting close enough to you that there is possibility in that… I don't even have the memory to recall step one… isn't grand children somewhere down the line of step three? Eh… maybe I am off… Hn… seems to have slipped my mind…” Yeah. That would really work. Nya-uh. Never. That wasn't going to happen. No way, no how!

Kagome sneered. So these ridiculously selfish Takeshi people expect her to go have sex with him did they? Lose her carefully guarded virginity to some guy who would more happily silt her throat, then get in his 15 minutes of heaven? Yeah.. Well… she wasn't going to! They could just live with it!—oh, wait… hn… wasn't that ironic?—that's right though. Seems as though they won't be able to 'live with it'. They'd all be dead! Wasn't it ironic… how, one person… could make a family, of hundreds, either appear… or… forever vanish. Oh, sigh. The fates where cruel. Perhaps she'd have to re-think through this…

As if by magic, Amaya smiled at her, and shook her from her despairing daze. “C'mon, and get ready. You are coming to my house for dinner.” She said, as she set down the phone back on the receiver. Kagome shrugged. She hadn't even noticed Amaya had been on the phone. “Family dinner, you know? Hn… it only makes sense that you should be there, and my family has only been waiting—what? Four hundred plus years to meet you?! So… hurry. They are all waiting—and, oh!—bring the proof!” Kagome was stunned.

`Dinner? Proof?' “What `proof'?” “Kagome! The proof!--the Shikon no Tama!”

Kagome felt light headed. Everything was going on so fast… but, a nice family style dinner really did sound good. Lots of fish, and cabbage… preferably sea weed… but…she was game for pretty much anything. Amaya stood impatiently, clicking her feet as she stood leaning up against the open door jam, watching as Kagome scurried around the room… grabbing her shoes, running a brush through her hair, grabbing her purse… and then finally running out of patience, drug her out the door.

Ah, life was all interesting. What would it be with a dull moment? Nothing worth living for! Ah… but not here. Hot now. Amaya walked with resolve, with Kagome at her heel, being dragged by Amaya's death grip that she held on her shirt. Amaya stood tall. Well… as tall as possible. Her family had themselves to save, and they had been prepared for over four hundred years for the time that this would come. She knew good and well that Kagome would fight helping their cause. She knew it… it had been known for almost the entire existence of the Takashi family. But… if she ever wanted to see her OWN children, then she'd have to act, and strongly. Her and her family could do it. They always knew that they could. They where destined to accomplish such a feat…and they would. Amaya smiled slightly to herself. She hadn't dared to tell Kagome… but this was no little family dinner. This was a big family dinner. In-fact… most of the family would be here… they would woo Kagome, and win her over. How could she resist anything of the sort, when it was presented in such a flawless manor?

She smiled. Get all of the adorable, chubby new born babies cued… all of the best looking young men… all of the dear old members of the family… the overbearing, yet concerned mothers, and there it was. She would be hooked. They all had a plan. This was a family not yet ready to end their time here on this planet… and the only one not knowing… would be the one it all depended upon.

* * *

Amaya peeped her head in the door, shushing down the murmuring people, with their excited voices within the enclosed structure. She informed them carefully of whom was to walk in the door at any moment… the very person their lives all depended upon was just stepping out from her car.

Kagome brushed all of the lines out of her skirt, as she slid from the seat of the car… shutting the door with one hand behind her. She sighed, and would smile occasionally as a random thought would pass through her mind. Thank goodness the walkway to the house was a fairly long one. She would need to get her heart rate down, and all of her thoughts in order.

Ah… life and all it's diversions. So… now, here she was… coming to meet all of her `future' descendants. How ironic was this?! `What if…' she thought `I end up liking them all?' She thought drowsily. It was a definite that she needed some coffee. She was tired crazy. `If I do end up liking them all… then I will really have to go back to the Feudal Era, and get laid by Sesshoumaru…' She grimaced slightly, before a naughty smirk spread across her face. `Not that I'd really mind it…' She shook her head at her rebellious mind. `What am I thinking?!' Something had indeed snapped loose. —She—Kagome Higurashi—NEVER—had felt the sinful desire to welcome a man into her body… and here—now—she was nearly fantasizing over having HIM to make love to her!—yes… she felt the desire… the damned burning, luscious desire for bodily pleasure and fulfillment, from none other than he—Sesshoumaru.

Kagome sighed at loss, as she ventured her way up the long path and toward the welcoming sight of her `future' family's home. Did they all know whom she was, already? Amaya had said something that might elude to that… but, she was yet uncertain… and under the faintest of impressions, and hopefulness, that they did not.

A few giggles echoed though the room, as the majority of all the family members dispersed themselves throughout the different parts of the dwelling. They planned it, so that as their ancestor entered, she would be under the impression that there where only a few members to the family… thus, once she would be finding out that there where more of them, than she thought, she would be forced by the sheer weight of her conscience to ensure that they all remained on the planet… in her part by binding herself for all eternity to the great, and terrible demon lord, their Ancestor, Sesshoumaru of the West. They could encompass her, and catch her off guard. It was to be a delightful experience. Tonight… everything would go as planned… or so they could only hope.

In the elder Takeshi's lap, rested a curious bundle, that looked to be tied up with several layers of elaborately embroidered kerchiefs. “Gramps… what is that?!” Asked Amaya… curious as ever, but full of excitement. “Oh… I think if you are meant to know, then… it shall come to pass that you do.” He replied, as stoic as ever. Amaya groaned in frustration, just as she heard the nearing click of heels, approaching the door. “She's here!” She exclaimed, as a queue for everyone to be gone about themselves… as hard as it might seem to pull themselves away from looking at the woman who had been spoken of, for nearly 500 years. Amaya straightened her face, trying as hard as she might, to wipe away the smile that she felt rising to the surface of her face. It was difficult to contain all of this mirth…

“Come right in, Kagome.” She said, as she swung open the door. Kagome gave her a questioning glance, as she raised her eyebrows at the nature of that greeting… so… odd. Her appraising expression, quickly turned to a smile, however… once she noticed a few older people reclining on some traditional bamboo chairs in the lounging room. So… this home was rather nice… elaborate. You could call it very tasteful, and expensive looking. Amaya seemed to be from a rather well-off-financially family. Kagome smirked. `Sesshoumaru must have passed on a great deal of wealth to our children… AH! NO!—did I just say that?!—our children?! NGH!!'

For her, this was becoming an issue… somewhat… well, ridiculous. Everyone was staring at her with goofy smiles on their faces… very suspicious. `Oh gods… pleas tell me that I didn't say anything out loud…' Nope. Everyone, in truth where simply smiling due to the fact that they all knew she would never expect in a bazillion years what was about to happen here this night. Kagome raised her eyebrows at all of the strangely acting people who gawked at her as if she where a god, or something…

She smiled awkwardly.

Raising her eyebrows in a confused manor, she carefully looked at each person in the room… hoping to pull some answers from them as to what exactly was going on. Something just didn't feel normal… `Okaaay…' yeah. Something was definitely going on behind her back. She couldn't help but to wonder how long all of this would take to come out into the open. She had never seen anyone look quite as damn suspicious, as what Amaya was looking at that moment. It was slightly unnerving. She could only smile back at the lousy attempt to fool her about some unknown `thing'. Kagome slowly walked over to Amaya… all the while holding her smile, through her teeth, she stated her threat… “I am going to hurt you, Amaya… very, very badly… later… just you wait…” Amaya winced at the threat. Where had she slipped? Hn… perhaps she would have to turn off the `smiles' next time. Amaya led Kagome to a chair near her Grandfather… ever so conveniently…

He was smiling, slightly, but it was not the fake, suspicious smile that was held on all the other faces around this room. It appeared to be genuine. Kagome couldn't help but to notice the curious bundle, wrapped up neatly on his lap. For a moment, she could have sworn that she saw it glow… but, it was dismissed for idiocy. She smiled at him, and he bowed his head slightly. She suddenly became slightly nervous… everyone was STILL staring at her, and all the while, she was becoming a wreck… near on the edge of running out the door, and hiding someplace. Amaya sat down beside her, much to her own personal relief. “So… Kagome, how old are you?” Asked a woman, Kagome assumed to be Amaya's mother. “Erm… eighteen.” She answered, shyly. Everyone stared at her with wide eyes, and gasped. “Eighteen year of age! Oh gods! She is so young!—should we really allow a Eighteen year old girl to go and get impregnated!” she heard someone gasp out loud in the background. Her face turned redder than a tomato, at the discussion of her sexual activity. It was an odd thing for people to talk about… especially in front of her. Ack. And… again, these people where her descendants! They had no rights what-so-ever to tell her what to do! If she wanted to go get pregnant, well then, damn it!—she was going to! Ah… not to mention, that brought up yet another thing…

Now she had absolutely no questions left what-so-ever in her mind whether if they knew her secret—of who she really was to them—or not. She was CERTAIN that they all did know not… Amaya was going to pay dearly…

Oh ho ho ho… she was going to make all of THEM pay dearly as well!—she couldn't have them all keeping secrets from her, now! It wasn't fun that way! “Erm… just how much do you all know about me, anyway?” she asked, carefully. Everyone silenced. All staring at her once again. `Great…' “Well…” spoke up one of the braver family members, “…we know that you had four children.” Kagome paled, considerably. “Oh? Four? My, my, my, my, my… that's an awful lot of kids… ack.” She said aloud… not really paying much attention to the fact that everyone was listening with great interest. “Only two live.” Kagome was momentarily caught off guard. “Tow…are—are… STILL ALIVE?!” some of the people in the room nodded. “Yes… erm, the Eldest, and the other is the second to the last.”

Kagome was having trouble processing that all…

…Her children from the past, where still alive nearly five-hundred years into the future…

It was a frightening thought. But… what happened to the other two? She was beginning to hunger after all the answers to her questions. Everything was so… confusing now. More so than ever. Her brain felt misplaced, and un-orderly. She decided to handle these questions with some delicacy, however. It was the best way to deal with the subject of death, and loss. The people here all seemed to be very much informed in the ways of their backgrounds, and ancestry. Some of them might have even know about most of her life story… from beginning, to end. That was something that even SHE did not know of, and it was rather scary. Perhaps even a few of theses people here might care about her… it was, a truly interesting thought.

She softened her voice, a great amount, and calmed down her expressions, to match the mood of the topic, as much as possible. “So, what happened to them…? I—I mean… how did they—die?” she was trying her hardest to be sincere, but… it was so difficult to be sincere about people that you had never known before. Amaya's Grandfather spoke quietly; “Your Eldest daughter—the second eldest of the children, and my Grandmother… I knew her well. She died during her human time. When she was half-demon, to her… age was nothing. But… when her human time came upon her, she was very old in human years. Because her human time lasted nearly an entire month, she became weakened, and died.” He sadly reflected. “And, as for the other… your youngest, she died at a very early age, when she was caught by a snake demon.” His eyes seemed to be heavy lidded, and he was obviously affected to a great extent, in the knowledge of these deaths. The knowledge of the youngest though… that sent a pang to her heart. No one should be deprived of their life in the early ages of being a child!

“What where their names?” she asked, almost by instinct. `My Grandmother's name was Momoko, and the youngest child's name I do believe… she was called Hotaru.” He said, in a reminiscing tone. Kagome smiled. Those where names she could imagine naming her children. Wow… what a mood swing, though, only a little while ago, she would have been on the defensive at the topic of `her future'… or… erm, `past'… children. But now…? She was rather content. Yet, it ws strange hearing her life story, so-to-speak… from other people.

It seemed as though, however… her future was all nicely laid out for her. Now, all she had to do was to go and pick it up. But… the question was… did she want a future like this one?

Everything was laid to rest though, for the time being, when Amaya's Mother, announced that dinner was ready. Kagome breathed in heavily. If she wasn't hallucinating, it smelled a good deal like Oden—or… in other words—her favorite traditional hodge-podge dish. When she saw the pot being carried to the short legged table, her thoughts where confirmed. `I think they are trying to woo me…' she thought to herself… not… that… she was… complaining!

Kagome's eyes nearly popped out of her head though, once she saw what seemed to be, an infinitely larger amount of beings appearing from seemingly nowhere… all of the sudden.

“Ack!” she yelped, and grabbed Amaya by the shoulders, using her as a human shield—who, at the moment was stunned speechless… to say the least. “Ka…gome? Are you feeling alright?” “YES! I am FINE! WHO are THEY, and WHERE THE SEVEN HELLS DID THEY ALL COME FROM!” Now, she was truly beginning to believe herself hallucinating. `Gods… this has got to be a nightmare…!—I can't be responsible for so many deaths!—how will I ever live with all of this on my shoulders?!' Her heavily weighing conscience was making her rather uneasy. Amaya broke the silence. “Most of them are all Momoko's descendants, like I, my Mother, and Gramps… but, the others are all descendants of Cho. But… I have never seen Cho herself before in my entire life, and I wouldn't recognize her if she where wearing a shirt with her name on it, and standing right in front of my face. In fact… I haven't met half of the people—no—MOST of the people here—in my life, but… I always knew I had a big family! Isn't it great?!” she exclaimed happily.

Kagome glared dangerously, and wanted to punch her. `Cho? Who is Cho?' “Amaya… explain to me, who the heck is Cho?!” “Kagome! CHO is your DAUGHTER!! Erm… the second to the last. She is your only living daughter, and she is… erm, I don't know if she is here or not, to tell the truth. Like I said, I really haven't ever even seen a picture of her before… and—“ Kagome huffed impatiently. “Amaya… I need a bathroom… now.” Amaya's eyes went wide, and she quickly led Kagome through a few different hallways, and then finally, she paused in front of a door. She turned to Kagome, gave her a mischievous smile, and a very deep, and exaggerated mock bow, before disappearing in an instant.

`I have to find a way to get out of this… it is becoming more than I can handle.' She reflected briefly. `Please gods… send me too Art School for a year, but PLEASE—let me out of this place!' She smiled briefly. It was funny, really. The one thing that could put her troubled soul to rest right now, would be Sesshoumaru's journal, and… clever her—she had successfully dropped it into an algae filled pond, thus… nearly washing away all of the ink. Perfect. Splendid. Magnificent.

Suddenly—out of nowhere, and idea formed in her head!—while the rest of the family here, where eating dinner… she could slip down the hall… past the lounging room, and to the door, making her escape back to the Art School dorm! There where plenty of taxis around, and she had also… if by chance, had brought her purse!—it was perfect. She cautiously opened the door, and stepped out side of the bathroom. She peered past the wall at the end of the hall… revealing that the pathway to the lounging room, and the lounge it's self where clear. She gingerly made her way down the hall, gazing to assure that there was no one to stop her flee. Upon being thoroughly convinced, she made a mad dash for the door entry, only to feel a warm hand on her shoulder, as she spun around startled. “Mr. Takeshi! Can I help you?” She asked, with a sheepish smile, and her voice feigning innocence. He gave her a piercing gaze, and then almost immediately, as he saw her embarrassed flush, shook his head in an understanding, and very wise old smile. He knew her secret… and she knew it too.

“No… it's quite fine, actually. I simply wanted you to have this… it was in truth, meant for you to have. He put a seal on it, that cannot be broken. No wish can ever be made, and it can never again be tainted by the hands of evil. He knew that you would be back again… and he said when you did come back, that this was to be yours. I am giving it to you now… be wise.” He bowed respectfully, at the woman who was to be his great grandmother, as he handed her the bundle that had been resting across his lap, only a while earlier. She was confused. What he said didn't really seem to make a lot of sense either. But, none the less, she accepted this small item, and eyed it curiously. “Erm… thank you… I think…” He smiled briefly at her. She turned to walk out the door, but again paused. “Would you please tell them that I left… and… that I am truly sorry. I am just, not really ready to do something this drastic yet… you understand? I mean… I am only Eighteen, and I suppose that really is a little young to do anything really with life in general… I just need to think about all this a while longer.”

“Of course. Be happy, Lady Kagome.” He said, as she smiled sadly, and walked out the door, closing it behind her. She sighed depressed, and confused as she walked down the winding path. Mt. Takeshi had given her this mysterious little bundle of who knows what… but, she could wait until later to find out. Meanwhile… she had to find a taxi somewhere. She stood near a street post, a minute or two… realizing that she would have to walk a little ways down, toward the more prominent street, before she could get a taxi.

Out of the corner of her eye, though… she noticed a black car pulling up by she sidewalk to the Takeshi home. By the looks of it… it was foreign, and… expensive. But… all the details that she had been memorizing about the car seemed to fade away to nothingness, the moment that man stepped out the door…

As he stepped out, it was if they caught each other's eye at precisely the same moment. Their gazes locked, almost to an intensity… he was as motionless as she was. She clenched her fist over her heart, as her eyes widened, and glittered slightly. He was… gorgeous. She could barley process anything through the dense mist in her mind. “Sesshoumaru…?” suddenly the man appeared before her, in a near instant. Catching her by surprise; he caught her by the hands, and held her close to him in a tight embrace. He was smiling brightly, and his breath was coming in erratic pants. His heart was racing beneath his chest, and… although, she expected if it really was Sesshoumaru, and he had lived to her time… he would be pleased, none the less… but, something was strange… different. He pulled back from her, his eyes roaming her shocked, confused… no… perplexed face. His only reflected mirth… as if seeing a long lost friend for the first time.

She was really too stunned to react. In a moment's notice, he had her in a near death grip hug. But… this difference, if was making everything all the more confusing. She pulled away from him slightly, and placed one of her hands on his face… still clutching tightly to her other side, the small bundle from Mr. Takeshi, and her purse. She looked at him closely, as she ran her fingers across his face, gently tracing across his jaw line… there… was something that was definitely different… but, she could not tell in the dark. She nervously reached for one of his hands, and pulled him slightly, into the light beneath the street lamp… there, his face was revealed for the first time… completely, to her eyes.

Where where his markings? What happened to the deep blue moon that had once so elegantly adorned his forehead… and… what of his golden eyes? Who was this man who looked so like him… yet, looked entirely human. This man that held these piercing emerald green eyes, and the long, silver hair that flowed like threads of silk? It was frightening… it was frightening how he could know her, yet… she knew for certain that she had never met him in her life… and, yet… she felt so comfortable with him… so content, as if he wasn't really a stranger at all.

“Who are you?” She asked, barely able to contain her overwhelming confusion. He studied her a moment, as his glowing face, suddenly dropped into a slight frown. He sighed, sadly. Hos facial expressions almost made you believe that he was feeling rather dejected, and she had not the faintest idea as to why this might be. “You don't recognize me, do you?” He finally said. More of a statement to himself, rather than a question directed at her. She shook her head in response. “Aa… I was hoping that you would though…but, I just… I can't believe it! That you are here!—you—you… he said that you would return one day, and I knew that you would!” What on earth was he talking of? Was he utterly insane? “Wh-what are you talking about?!” She asked, as a few beads of perspiration formed on her face. He sighed with a content smile on his face, as he looked at her. He leaned his face down onto her shoulder, and pressed it into her hair that rested there… with that soothing scent of hers, that had calmed him his entire life.

“I have been waiting for you to come back my whole life. Nothing was right when you where gone. I don't want to lose you again… and, neither does he…” He breathed into her hair. `he'? “I am your son… and you are my Mother.” He whispered softly. He felt her stiffen. “You—you are… MY Son?!” she asked, her voice now, a little raspy. “Yes, Mother… it's your son you speak to.” He said, as he looked deeply into her large, blue, misting eyes. “It's Akira.” “Come back to us … Mother.”

She felt her body lose feeling, and the next thing she remembered, was someone's strong arm catching her, and the whole world slowly fading to black.

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When she had awoken, she was in her bed… back at the Art School. The funny thing was though… she couldn't remember anything on what had happened on the previous night. All she knew, was that today was—Monday, and she had some stupid art class to attend in—what?—oh great. Twenty minutes. She bolted up, in a hurry, and screamed at the top of her lungs, dancing around on one foot, madly clenching the other throbbing one in her hand. 'What the HELL was THAT?!' She gave an angry glance beside her bed, wondering just what had caused all of that tremendous pain, when suddenly her face of angry expressions dropped upon seeing… that strange little bundle there… what on earth was that?

Slumping down onto the sofa, she pulled the tiny bundle onto her lap, and began untying the knots of the fabric that held something within. As she untied the last know… something metal toppled out, and landed on her other foot, and a flood of cursed flood from her mouth, before she calmed down enough to pick it all up.

She grabbed at the object. `Stupid thing… heavy, metal… damn, a metal box!' She lifted the small lid to the box, and peered curiously inside. `Another box…' She was glowering as she opened the second box. `This better not be one of those matroshka doll things…' she threatened to no one in general. As she opened it though, she nearly dropped this box, at the surprise, that she received upon viewing it's contents. Lying perfectly within the protected surface of the doubled metal boxes, there was the very thing that she had been looking for these three long years. It was there… not a flaw on it… the Shikon no Tama…

Here eyes widened, and she used a clenched fist to wipe away a tear, that was beginning to form in the corner of her eye. She carefully tipped the box, until the jewel fell into her palm. Upon contact, a blinding light erupted from the jewel, before dying out, almost instantly. She was stunned for a few moments, looking in confusion at the little burning white ball of energy, that was resting finally at peace, after all of theses years—in her hands.

But… how did that explain for all the other shards of the jewel? How could the very same thing remain both complete, and incomplete? There was only one solution—it was impossible. She made a mad dash for her purse, and emptied all it's contents onto her bed. Sure enough… there was the empty vial… not even the slightest inclination was left that anything had ever been in the vial, containing such strong, and intense powers. There was only one real conclusion that she could make from any of it—because she now, had the completed Shikon no Tama… at her purifying touch, all remains of the `jewel' that might still have been in existence in other eras, simply disappeared. That would mean… that, the shard in Kohaku's back, was gone… the shards in Kouga's legs where gone… and several other shards had also been extracted of, from their once proud owners… meaning most, and foremost—she now carried the portion in her hand that was Naraku's… meaning that now, he was completely powerless, if her theory proved correct!

She sighed in utter content, and peace, for what seemed to be the first time ever in her life, for quite some time now. She felt the wild swirling in her blood—the need to be with her friends, and tell them all of this wonderful news! To tell them all that Naraku was no more! He could be defeated, nearly without effort now… Everything was perfect. The end of the long winding road was finally in clear sight and---`Ack! It's only five minutes until my class!' She could have smacked herself… and yet at the same time… if she would have missed the class, what she had gained was worth so much more. Not paying much attention to her state of being, she slipped out of her formal wear… `formal wear? When was I wearing a skirt yesterday? Hm…' Oh well… time was running out, and she WOULD NOT be late for her first class!

Slipping into her uniform, making a lunge for her art supplies, and placing the Shikon no Tama securely in her pocket, she dashed through the halls, in a race against time, to get to the long dreaded modern arts class, by Ms.Yaida… or her favorite… `Miss Haughty-pants…' herself would be teaching. Oh glory be.

A few teachers cast her angry glances, as she ran down the halls. “Section 10-A… Modern Arts… aha!” bursting through the door, she plopped herself down on to the empty chair next to Amaya, at the studio styled art table. Amaya looked at her funny. “Ka…gome? You… erm… forgot your shoes.” Kagome gave a quick glance down at her feet to confirm just that—she was completely, and terribly embarrassingly—barefoot. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks, as Ms. Yaida shook her head in disapproval. A few snickers flitted around the room, at her lack of attire.

Two hours had passed… two hours remained, of this tedious, and deathly boring class. All the while Kagome's mind was in a state of confusion. She would try to listen, and to follow the strokes, and principals of the modern sketches, that Ms. Yaida would demonstrate—really and truly, she did… but—all those strange things, and strange words that voices had spoken to her, where racing wildly through her mind.

”…be happy, Lady Kagome…”

“…you don't recognize me, do you?—I was hoping that you would...”

“…he said you would return one day, and I knew you would!...:”

“…I have been waiting for you to come back my whole life…”



`Who said that?!' she gritted her teeth in agitation. She could almost see who had spoke those words to her… but, she could not put her finger on the name… or, the face. There was still a haze shadowing the image that she so desperately sought after in her mind.



”…nothing was right when you where gone…”




She began to openly glare at the stupid sketch pad in front of her face.




”…I don't want to lose you again… and neither does he…”




She pounded her fist into the table, gaining the attention of everyone in the class room…




”…come back to us mother.”




That face!—wait!—




”…you know everything about me, and only you know—Kagome...”


“…Kagome, you know that if you refuse to go back, we will all die…”


“...Yes, you have my love… and only you have my love, Sesshoumaru!”






“AAAGH!R 21; she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Amaya!” “What?!” “Keys!” “Here?!” she jumped out of her chair, gave a quick bow to Ms. Yaida, and the class, and stormed out of the room… leaving everyone in a state of shock, except for Amaya, whom was smiling wildly to herself as she twisted a pencil between her fingers. “Thank you dear gods…”

Kagome paid no heed to the questioning looks of the bystanders, as she stormed out of the Art School. Moreover… she couldn't have cared less about her bare feet either. The only thing that processed correctly on her mind was the story of a beautiful Demon, who had won over her heart, with nothing more than a journal of the past.

La Fin

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A/N


I would like to wish a very happy birthday to Callie Z., and Also… thank you to all of the incredible, and inspiring support that I have received along with writing this fiction! I couldn't have asked for a better response in my life!

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