InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Feud: A Marriage Made In Heaven ❯ A Very Rocky Start ( Chapter 6 )

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A/N: I wasn't going to post this 'til I was closer to the end of A Second Chance At Love, but I couldn't wait any longer...Sorry for delay, but if you didn't hear the news, I received a promotion at work and didn't have a lot of time on my hands with 12 hour work days!! What was I thinking?!?! Now, I still don't have a lot of time but I have more than what I had when training... so I'm back to finish these and start more!!

The Feud: A Marriage Made In Heaven.

Chapter 6: A Very Rocky Start.

"Are you serious?" he asked eyes wide. He wasn't sure how he felt about the information his wife just gave him. And what was with that smile on her face? "You think she's in love with him? Already?"

Onigumo stomach jumped as his wife nodded at him again. "But... isn't it a little soon for that?"

"Early?" she gave him a sarcastic look. "Oni, I fell in love with you in two days, I would say that's a lot sooner then two weeks!"

"Two days? Are you sure?" he gave her an innocent smile.

"Yes, I'm sure. You didn't even court me properly. We talked and spent time together for three days, what you called 'your getting to know me process' later while I was already in love with you, then on the fourth day you came up to me and told me that I was going to be your Mate and then handed me your grandmother's ring."

"Ah, yes. I was quite the romantic, wasn't I? Why waste time!" he smiled with a mischief sparkle in his eye.

"Yes," she agreed dryly, " romantic."

He laughed at the look on her face. He knew how she felt about their not-so-traditional courting period. She never let him forget it, of course. Which was fine with him, he enjoyed needling her with it and seeing her huff at him. But, in truth Onigumo really didn't see why she wasn't happy with the way it came about. He knew he loved her and he knew she loved him so why waste time courting? He saw nothing wrong with skipping to the wedding... which he still had to wait two months for in the end anyway.

Onigumo twisted his lips as he thought about that, but was interrupted by his wife wanting his attention from beside him.

"Look."

He turned his head in the direction she indicated. When he caught what she was showing him, he narrowed his eyes as he watched intently the scene happening across the ballroom floor from him. His eldest daughter was approaching her new husband of a few hours with her sisters not far behind her.

Onigumo immediately stiffened.

He watched as his daughter stopped in front of her young groom and lean towards him. Though he tried, he couldn't hear the words they exchanged over the music and the chatter of the other guests. He dearly wanted to tell everyone to shut up so he could hear, but refrained from doing it. As he continued to stare he slowly released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding when his new son-in-law stood and took his daughter's hand and lead her on the dance floor.

Onigumo watched the young couple dance for a moment then blinked in surprise when his daughter Kikyo and her intended, though the rest of the guests didn't know that, also moved on to the floor to dance.

But, he nearly fell out of his seat in shock when his youngest daughter and her intended joined the other two couples. Onigumo turned to look at his wife then and arched a brow at her. He wondered what she made of the scene on the dance floor.

"Well," she said with a small smile. "I didn't see that one coming, though I must say they do make very striking couples."

"Yes, I agree," said a new, yet familiar, feminine voice to her left.

Atsuki turned her head to look at Ryumi Masaharu; her husband was just behind her.

"My son is dancing," said InuTaisho Masaharu aloud to no one in particular. His eyes were trained on his heir and the small woman in his arms. She looked so fragile beside his son, but he knew her looks were deceiving. There was much power in the small female. He had a feeling there was much power in all three sisters.

InuTaisho frowned to himself as he watched the pairs dance.

Both wives shared a knowing look before turning their gazes on their husbands.

"What I wouldn't give to be a fly over there and be able to hear what they are saying," breathed Atsuki with a gleam in her eye.

"Well, then. Who am I, to disappoint?" asked Onigumo with a look at his wife before he stood up and held out his hand to her. "Shall we?"

Atsuki smiled at her husband before putting her hand in his. She knew very well what he was up to and she couldn't believe she was going along with her husband's obvious plan at eavesdropping.

InuTaisho stood by his wife as he watched the other couple move towards the dance floor as he too thought he wouldn't mind knowing what was going on out there. He still couldn't get over the fact that his son, his very unemotional son, was out there on the dance floor. Dancing. With a girl.

Not to imply that his son usually danced with men. On the contrary, he didn't usually dance at all. And that was what had the current Lord Masaharu astounded.

"Shall we dance dear?" asked Ryumi turning to look at her husband. She'd grown tired of waiting for him to realize his duty. She too, wanted to get a closer look at what was going on, on the dance floor.

Lord Masaharu turned to give his Lady a thoughtful look as if he was contemplating all the problems of the world. For a moment she wondered if she should repeat the question as she was thinking he didn't seem to have heard her when he suddenly grinned at her. He took a step back and bent forward into an elaborate bow.

"My lady," he said as he offered her his arm.

InuTaisho almost laughed out loud at his wife's girlish giggle before she placed her hand on his arm.

He slowly led her on to the dance floor.

~*The Dance Floor*~

Sango smiled over her husband's shoulder at her parents when they joined the others on the dance floor. Out of the corners of her eyes she noticed her sisters, who were on either side of her, had also noticed the couple's arrival and had smiled in response as well.

They all watched as Lord and Lady Masaharu took the floor not long after their parents. It wasn't long after that more couples had also stood up to dance as well.

Sango noted her cousin Sara was on the floor with a mysterious young man with long blonde hair. She frowned in their direction, but decided as long as the couple stayed on the other side of the dance floor from her and Mirouku she wouldn't have any problems... and neither would Sara.

"You realize that looking at her like that is not going to make her disappear," said Mirouku into her ear quietly.

"Hmm. If she knew what was good for her she would," replied Sango; not even bothering to act like she didn't know what or whom he was referring to.

"Sango, I was just talking to her," he said with a heavy sigh. He'd been saying it since before the wedding. Of course, until she'd stop talking to him after the ceremony was over that is.

At his words Sango leaned back from him as she gave him a knowing glare.

"You don't know how to just talk to a female, Mirouku."

Her dry tone was not lost on him. Mirouku looked her in the eyes as they danced slowly around the other guests on the floor.

"If you believe that, why are you so upset Sango-chan? You cannot imagine I do such things to you on purpose."

"No. I don't think you do it on purpose," she said with a frown. That was at least the truth. "But, that isn't the point."

"Well that's good since it is not at all true."

This made Sango stop dancing and stand stock still on the dance floor.

"Really?" she asked with sarcastic look on her face. "Name two."

"Name two what?"

"Two women," she answered. "Name two women who you have had a simple conversation with and nothing else."

He arched a brow at her

"My mother and yours."

She rolled her eyes at the triumphant gleam in his eyes. At any other time she would have laughed knowing it was meant to be a joke, but now she couldn't find it in her to laugh... at least no yet.

"They don't count. One's incest and the other would kill you... or her husband would. Whichever one got to you first. Try again."

He gave her a lopsided grin as he unconsciously pulled her closer.

"Does it matter?" he asked. "I'm married to you."

"Hmm."

Sango stared at him as she tried to lean away from him while he was trying his best to keep her close, causing her back to arch from the waist.

"You really don't see what the problem is, do you?" she said with a look of thoughtful disbelief on her face.

He smiled a huge grin at her, but when he saw her face take on a hard look he knew he'd made a mistake. Mirouku lowered his eyebrows as he felt her arms drop away from his neck. He knew she was upset about the blonde servant he'd been talking to earlier, but he'd assumed they'd gotten past that since she'd finally agreed to let the wedding continue. He didn't understand why she didn't see that the other girl meant nothing to him.

Mirouku had always been the friendly type. And sure, there were times when he flirted too much, he'd be the first one to admit that, but he loved women. Women intrigued him. With their mysteries and their strengths and weaknesses, women held something that he, as a man, didn't have and it called to him. Women of all shapes, sizes and colors. It didn't matter to him, but there was only one woman he loved... and she was standing right in front of him.

But, how was he supposed to get that through to his wife? How many times was he to tell her that he loved only her before she believed it and felt no threat from his wandering eye??

"Sango, I do. I do understand what's wrong."

She looked him in the eyes as she studied his face. For the first time since they'd met she was seeing his face with a serious look on it, but something in his eyes was making her nervous. Sango swallowed hard; she didn't like being nervous.

Nervousness made Sango scared and when she was scared, like any cat, she lashed out and looked for a means of escape.

"No you don't," she whispered as she moved to extract herself from his arms.

Mirouku tried to hold on to her, but one hard look from her, he sighed and let his arms fall to his sides.

They stared at one another for a moment before she turned and walked away from him. Leaving him standing on the dance floor alone.

"But, I do Sango. I just don't know how to fix it," he whispered, but she was too far away to hear him. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

Mirouku darted his eyes to another pair like his own. At his father's nod he moved to follow his wife. Taking no notice of the other people on the floor.

Kagome had seen the entire confrontation between her sister and her new husband and had prepared herself to also extract herself from the arms of her future husband to go after Sango, but was held firm by the inu-youkai.

"Let him go. She is his responsibility now."

"She is my sister," replied Kagome through gritted teeth.

Sesshoumaru looked down into bright blue orbs and stared for a moment before responding to her.

"Her anger is senseless."

"Senseless!?!" she whispered heatedly; not wanting to cause attention to herself, but unknowingly doing just that. "He hurt her! And you say her feelings are senseless!!"

Sesshoumaru watched the blue fire ignite in her eyes and couldn't help feeling a small sense of intrigue. There weren't many who had the gumption to speak to him in such a tone, much less look at him the way she was looking at him then.

"Hm. I'm sure you've guessed that Miroku is the last person who would purposefully cause harm to a woman."

Something in his tone caused Kagome's back to stiffen.

"And what? You're the first? Is that what you're implying?"

He arched a brow at her then.

"It is not a matter of concern to me," he replied quietly. His face betrayed nothing as he watched her stare at him in shock. "I have not met a woman in battle."

Sesshoumaru stiffened for a second as they both stopped dancing. He didn't know why he added that last part. It was almost as if he didn't want her to think he would hurt females, though why he wouldn't want her to think that was beyond him. In truth, he was actually being honest when he said he never really thought about it before. If a person was foolish enough to put themselves in a position of defense against him, be they male or female, then they would get exactly what they were looking for.

Though, what female would be foolish enough to challenge Sesshoumaru, he wondered to himself.

'Battle?' Kagome said to herself in disbelief. Did he really think she was talking about a physical battle? She suspected Sesshoumaru Masaharu was many things, but stupid was not one of them. He was deliberately misunderstanding her, she knew, and was wondering why.

Kagome tilted her head sideways as she studied the beautiful youkai before her. She wondered if it was possible that he and his two brothers actually talked to each other the way she and her sisters did. And if they did, that would mean that he knew.

He knew and he thought her sister was being senseless?? Which was just another word for saying her sister was being unreasonable or even.... stupid.

She wanted to know. Kagome stepped closer to him and once again began to dance.

"You know, don't you?" she asked quietly. "He told you why she's mad and you still think she's the one who is being wrong."

He circled with her around the dance floor. He'd noticed several pair of eyes that were watching them. Sesshoumaru knew it wasn't usual for him to dance and figured that was what was drawing so much attention on them, but he doubted it was the only reason. He looked down at the emotional creature in his arms, who didn't look at all like a youkai in humanoid form, as he wondered idly why she found the issue they were discussing so important.

"He is as he always have been," he said quietly. "The marriage has not made anything different."

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean!?"

"It means what it says." He looked back up to focus his eyes over her head once more. "A nice person would say my little brother is a lover of women, if only through his eyes."

"But, you are not a nice man Sesshoumaru."

Kagome shrugged as he arched a brow at her.

"I do not recall ever claiming such a title."

"No you haven't have you?" she replied as she averted her eyes from his face to hide the clouds in them. "So then what would you call your brother, Sesshoumaru?"

"I have heard him be referred to as a pervert. The word is acceptable."

"Hmm," she said as she tilted her head back to regard him once more. She, herself, had referred to her sister's husband by the name on more then one occasion. "Yet, you think my sister is being senseless."

"Though I loathe to repeat myself," he glanced down at her for a moment before continuing, "he is as he always have been."

Kagome sighed as she looked away from him. She knew perfectly well what he was getting at. He was saying that Sango knew what she was marrying before she married him, so if she didn't have a problem then; why now? And for the life of her she couldn't come up with a good argument on her sister's behalf.

All Kagome could think was that this was all the Emperor's fault, because even if her sister did have issues about marrying Mirouku there was no way she could get out of it anyway.

Deciding to throw that little bit of fact back at him, Kagome turned her face back to his and opened her mouth to speak-- and gasped in shock when suddenly an arm grabbed her around the waist.

Kagome froze as she was spun around on her heels and into another set of arms. Her eyes widened in surprise before narrowing in anger when she saw who it was.

The Wolf prince, Kouga.

She'd thought she'd gotten away from the wolf youkai. She hadn't even known him for twenty-four hours yet and he was already acting like she belonged to him. And he was so annoying. No amount of hinting that she did not like him like that was getting through to the youkai. Kagome suspected that he wasn't very bright.

"Kouga," she smiled weakly. "How... what a surprise!"

"Kagome you looked like you could do with a new dance partner. Why you would choose to dance with Sesshoumaru here I don't know. Everyone knows he doesn't dance. And I bet now you see why!"

Kagome narrowed her eyes at the wolf as he laughed at his own joke.

"Kouga-," she started in a warning tone, about to give him a piece of what she thought of his thinking abilities, when she was cut off by a silky smooth voice.

"Kouga. Do you enjoy breathing?" asked Sesshoumaru from behind her. Kagome looked over her shoulder, and though she couldn't see any anger on his face, there was no mistaking the steel in his golden eyes.

At the sound of his friend's voice, Kouga was beginning to wonder if he'd done something wrong.

"Hehe, What Sesshoumaru?" he could feel himself beginning to sweat. His friend wasn't referred to as 'The Killing Perfection' for nothing.

"Breathing," replied Sesshoumaru without so much as a twitch of his eyes or a change in voice as he stared at the wolf youkai. "Was it something you planned to continue doing or did you view it as something to pass the time?"

"What?"

"Because," Sesshoumaru continued as if he hadn't spoken, " if you did see it as something you would like to continue doing in the near future, I would suggest you remove your hands. Now."

Kouga slowly looked from Sesshoumaru to Kagome and back again, before hastily dropping his arms from her waist.

"Sheesh, Sessh," Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes at the wolf for the first time since he'd joined them, "you act as if she belongs to you or something."

Neither Kagome or Sesshoumaru responded to that. Then Kagome's eyes widened once again as a hand shot out from behind her, over her shoulder, to clamp tightly around Kouga's throat.

She watched silently as the wolf was swiftly lifted four feet in the air in front of her.

Everybody in the room was watching them now. Kagome could just imagine what they saw as she stood in the middle of two male youkai while one had his arm stretched straight out over her holding the other by his throat in the air. She knew what everyone was probably thinking; that Sesshoumaru and Kouga were fighting over her.

Kagome nearly laughed out loud at the thought. She'd only known the Masaharu heir for two weeks and even she knew that their was no way he'd fight over a woman... and definitely not over her. When she thought about how some of the people in that room were supposed to have known her future husband for many years and some since as far back as childhood, she had to tilt her chin down and look at the floor to hide her smile. It was too funny!!

What Kagome didn't know but would soon learn was that Sesshoumaru would, indeed, fight for and protect anything he considered to be his. And the moment Kagome signed the marriage contract; in his eyes; she'd effectively made herself his.

"I am Sesshoumaru Masaharu. Call me something else other then that again and you will regret it," he said softly as his eyes flashed dangerously at Kouga before he opened his hand and let him fall.

Sesshoumaru placed the hand that was around the wolf's neck on her shoulder, in a silent gesture of possession.

Kagome, unbeknownst to Sesshoumaru's thoughts, watched as the wolf prince gained his feet and stood up to wipe off the seat of his brown suite pants. She'd wanted to help him, but something about the feel of the hand on her shoulder told her it wouldn't have been a wise move at that time, so she kept still instead.

Kouga opened his mouth to say something then after a second, thought better of it and then after giving Kagome one last smile he walked away.

Kagome shuck her head at his retreating back then went as rigid as stone when she felt another arm go around her waist. This one was as hard as stone and unyielding to her attempts to move it.

Though she was thankful for his interference with the wolf, Kagome wasn't delusional about the reason for it. They both were trying to treat her as some possession; as something to be owned. And while the wolf's actions were puzzling, Sesshoumaru's were confusing and irritating.

She wished he'd make up his mind, already. One moment he acted as if he could care less about her being his wife and the next he acted as if he would kill anyone who tried to take her away. Was their any wonder why she was confused? 'The baka,' she said to herself.

Sesshoumaru looked down at the dark head of hair in front of him as the girl tried to remove his arm. Did she really think he was going to allow her to walk away from him? If that was her intentions, he wasn't about to allow it to happen. While he found the girl to be nuisance, even an intriguing one at times, he was not about to let her go. She had an unusual beauty that she was thankfully, it seemed, unaware of and he had every intention of keeping such a beautiful object... for now. Actually, he thought, all the sisters were pretty.

But, this one in front of him was already his wife and she would not show him disrespect. He would not have it!

Kagome locked eyes with her sister Kikyo who wasn't to far from her and seemed to have been arguing with her dance partner as well. She quickly made the connection.

'Ki. What do I do? He won't let me go!' she asked huffily. 'I will not be owned!'

'What can you do without making a scene?' asked Kikyo with an angry spark in her eyes. 'He will not let me go after Sango!'

'Neith-'

"Concede."

Kagome froze at the very familiar voice cutting into her thoughts to her sister. 'Can he hear us?' she wondered to herself. Because it sure sounded like he was answering her question to her sister.

Kikyo's head swiveled around to view her sister as she momentarily forgot her own Masaharu problem.

Kagome stopped trying to pry his arm away and slowly turned to face the inu-youkai and in the process broke the link with her sister.

She gave him a searching look, but could not determine anything from his expression. He looked as calm as he had ever looked, but she could see that the flames were still in his eyes. Which made her own anger and irritation build for she saw no reason for him to be angry. What did she do to him?

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"Stop fighting me," he began though he saw no reason to for in her need to turn to him she had already put herself where he wanted her to be, "and concede."

"You, Sesshoumaru Masaharu, do not own me. And I will never concede in that."

He brought his hand up to rub one long finger down the left side of her face lightly. The finger stopped at her chin and then slowly tipped her head back further to look up at him.

"You are wrong Kagome Masaharu." She watched the heat in his eyes make his golden orbs glow. "You belong to me. Your own hand made sure of that, my lady."

Kagome was mesmerized by the look in his eyes and couldn't get a hold of her brain to find a decent come back. It was not lost on her the fact that he'd called her by another name.

Not too far away, as all around them, four pair of eyes watched the interaction between the children of theirs that were still on the dance floor. They could see the battle brewing between both couples from the moment it had started when both girls had, separately, tried to follow after their other sister when she'd stormed off the dance floor and out of the ballroom.

They noted the rumors flying around the hall about the wolf's almost getting himself killed by his friend even though he was one of the few who could call the Masaharu heir a friend, to the one of shock that the Sesshoumaru Masaharu was dancing, to the one that Inuyasha Masaharu wasn't causing a scene(when, in fact, he was. Just this one wasn't all his fault), to the one that the Higurashi girl in Inuyasha's arms seemed to be better suited for Sesshoumaru since they both seemed so detached, to the rumor that the Higurashi girl in Sesshoumaru's arms was the most luckiest girl in the world for not only did she have the most beautiful man after her, she also had the wolf prince who was very handsome himself. Atsuki had almost laughed aloud when she'd heard that last one because she knew her daughter would be the last one to agree with that. She thought, all of her daughters were lucky, for the Masaharu sons were all a very good catch, though she would never say that to her husband.... or InuTaisho Masaharu for that matter. She'd never hear the end of it from either Taiyoukai.

The real shock was that these two families that had been fighting for more years then some could remember... was now family themselves. Many wondered if they would live through the fireworks that were already starting in the ballroom, while others wondered if the country would.

~*Outside the Ballroom*~

Mirouku stood by Sango quietly. She'd refused to speak to him from the moment he'd caught up with her in the billiards room. Not that it mattered really, since he didn't know what to say to her anyway. He knew she was hurt and angry, but he also sensed fear in her and that was what was throwing him off. Anger and hurt he could handle. Those weren't so hard to deal with, but fear was a whole different problem all together. Especially since he had no idea why or what she was scared of.

And that feeling of helplessness was making him uneasy.

Sango wouldn't look at him. In truth, she really wasn't mad at him, not really. Yes, she was hurt that he would flirt on their wedding day, but if she was to be completely honest with herself she had to admit that she would have been more worried if he hadn't flirted. Mirouku was a pervert of the first order and she knew that all those women dressed in their finest would have been too much for him to deny himself and if he would have she would have worried something was wrong with him. 'Besides, what was a few obscene suggestions and wandering eyes?' she asked herself with a rueful smile. True every now and then he also had wandering hands, but every time that happened the idiot usually got a just reward for his troubles in the form of a slap to the face.

No. While she was a little angry with him for that, that wasn't what was causing her upset mood.

For as long as Sango could remember her gift had always been apart of her. She couldn't even remember what age she was when the visions had first started coming to her in dreams. Back then she could even see her own future. It wasn't until much later that it was becoming more visions of other people and less of herself. The experience had been scary and had often kept her up at nights in fear of what she might dream about. But, even at such a young age something inside her was telling her that what she was seeing wasn't merely just visions. That what she was seeing was actually happening somewhere.

She had first told her sister then, together, they had went to her parents. And later her father's mother, Kaede-sama, had begun to help her learn to control the visions so that they could only come when she wanted to know something, but as she gradually learned to control the visions she was slowly losing the ability to see her own future. But, it wouldn't be until after her eleventh birthday that she'd figure that out.

After her initial fear of not knowing what was in store for herself and with her mother's help she'd come to accept that her gift hadn't been meant for herself personally. And she had grown fine with that... until recently. Not knowing whether her marriage to Mirouku was going to work caused a fear in her that she couldn't explain. One part of her knew that she loved him and that he loved her so their marriage had to work, but a bigger part of herself didn't hold such confidence and not being able to see it for herself in her visions only made matters worse.

She wanted to know. She needed to know everything would be okay.

Sango had tried everything. All the tricks and meditations her Grandmother had taught her when she wanted to call on a vision didn't work. While she always received a vision it was never one of her and Mirouku and what visions she did get did not help matters.

Sometimes she would get visions of one of her sisters except that they were either pregnant or had a child around them. She could never see anything of the children to indicate who their fathers were and none of the Masaharu sons were in her visions. Which she thought was odd, but not really a problem.

No the only disturbing vision Sango had was the one of her. A little girl of seven or eight years with a pigtail on one side of her head and the rest of her dark hair was left to hang loose. She had dark brown eyes that shined when she smiled and looked so heartbroken when she was crying and scared. It made Sango sad to see her that way and, of course, in most of her visions of the little girl that was how she saw her.

What worried Sango and disturbed her was that she didn't know who the child was, but that the child obviously knew Sesshoumaru Masaharu.

Sango knew this because in her visions when the little girl is crying she calls out for her "Sesshoumaru-sama". There were others of the little girl looking around with fear in her eyes, but in those visions the girl doesn't say anything. It was obvious that the girl was in danger, but the question is; who is she? And who or what is threateining her? Is she a future daughter of Kagome's and if not, how does she know Sesshoumaru Masaharu?.

When Sango had first seen the visions she'd thought that maybe Sesshoumaru Masaharu had a daughter. 'Hadn't there been rumors a couple of years ago of him being engaged?' She wondered why she hadn't remembered that earlier. But, she had quickly discarded the 'Sesshoumaru's daughter' idea because the girl looked to be human.

Then she had thought of her sisters and herself and how they all looked to be human too, when they were full niko-youkais. That was what had made her wonder if the little girl could be a future daughter of Kagome's. Perhaps the child had inherited their human looks from her mother? Her mother had always told them that their gifts came from the place inside them where most youkai's had the ability to change into their true forms. That Kami-sama had given them those powers in exchange and that their unusual skill at combat and handling weapons, as well as their keen eye sight, came from them being niko-youkais. Atsuki had also figured that was where her daughter's familiars also came from. They each had a familiar that could not only transform into a larger version of themselves, but also held powers to control certain elements.

Even with those facts and what she knew of herself and her sisters she still wasn't sure the little girl in her vision was like them. For some reason she couldn't shake the feeling that the little girl was truly human. And while humans and youkai had been interacting with one another for many years now it didn't explain why the little girl was calling for her 'Sesshoumaru-sama' and not one of her parents. Not to mention, why the vision of her popped up whenever Sango was trying to get a glimpse of hers and her sister's futures.

It scared her even more because she could sense a danger in the vision that seemed to be aimed at her and not at the child.

Sango wanted to talk to her sisters about it, but they hadn't come out of the ballroom for some reason. Only Mirouku did. She would have liked to talk to him about it, but he didn't even know about her ability and she was afraid to tell him since she had no idea how he would react to the knowledge.

Sango sighed once more then turned to look at the youkai beside her for the first time since he'd come after her. She waited for him to turn to look at her then locked her eyes onto his purple colored irises. She could see the concern in his eyes and was warmed by it.

"Hold me."

Mirouku's eyes widened at the request, but immediately opened his arms for her. When she moved into them he slowly closed them around her and held her close as she buried her face in his neck.

He felt her slightly shiver against him and quickly tightened his arms around her.

Mirouku sighed to himself as he bent his head down to rest his face in his wife's neck. He gave her a small peck on the neck before resting his mouth against her skin. He was worried about her. He was glad to see her fear wasn't of him since she was in his arms, but he could still sense that the fear was still there. Mirouku wanted to help her, but he couldn't unless she told him what was wrong.

He wished he could talk to Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha. His eldest brother would give him advice and then he would know, at least, what not to do.

For some reason he had a feeling there was more to this then just him flirting with a pretty servant.

~Fin~

Author: Sorry for the delay everyone, but with my computer deciding its going to do whatever it wants... I fear there will be even more delays until I can fix it, the best I can do is read other stories and write, since our local library doesn't allow uploads! We really need to get those computer cafes I hear other states and countries have. (sigh)