InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Miko and the Taiyoukai ❯ Gift ( Chapter 2 )

Kagome’s stress level was rising with each pedal of her bike. She knew that Sesshoumaru could kill her. She knew this was a distinct possibility even if she were not human. She also knew that she could give him a gift to show her sincerity, she could give him back something that was stolen from him the first time they had met, something Inuyasha had stolen from him. Her miko powers were stronger than anyone suspected. They were strong enough for this. This one thing…

While riding her bike, she began to feel his youki, his youkai aura; she knew he was close. While her thoughts were elsewhere, another youkai was following her, a low level youkai that only wanted the shards she wore in a bottle around her neck. She finally felt it, and dumped her bike and drew her bow. She nocked an arrow and said to the youkai, “I know you are there, do not challenge me, for you will surely die.”

She never had a chance to release her arrow, before a beautiful site of white entered her field of vision and killed the youkai with a strike that was also beautiful in a macabre sort of fashion. Sesshoumaru killed the youkai, which was a snake, and swung his blade to rid it of the tainted blood of the snake youkai.

“Why do you seek me, miko?” He asked, his voice and face betraying nothing no part of his emotions. He was happy she had come to him, ecstatic that she had left her group.

“Please, Sesshoumaru-sama,” she said with a bow, “Please do not hurt me, I have come to help you, I come armed only with arrows, which I know you can avoid at any time. I have come with a gift, and a request.”

Sesshoumaru was intrigued by her statement. Why was she here? What was this gift she had brought? He knew she was loyal, that she would do anything for her comrades, and still, she had left them.

“What is this gift, miko?” he asked, allowing his face and his voice to betray nothing, no part of his curiosity or his longing for her. He was so happy she was here. Her presence was enough of a gift.

“I must approach you, Sesshoumaru-sama, to give you this gift. You must lie quietly. I will not harm you, I promise you this.”

He was wary of her request, but his love for her was so intense, he did what she asked. He moved away from the dead snake youkai and lay on the ground. He trusted her, he didn’t know why, his hatred of humans was legendary, but his love for the miko standing beside him made all of that disappear.

Kagome approached him on the left side of his body, and moved the lovely silk kimono of his sleeve up to where the stump of his arm used to be. He fought her then.

“Please, miko, do not force me to show you my shame,” he pleaded, “It is bad enough that it exists, do not force me to show it to one such as you.”

Kagome smiled at him, that smile that tugged at his heart. “It will not hurt, your shame is a sign that you have suffered great pain and have lived to tell the tale, it is a badge of honor, not something to hide. You have fought bravely, even with one arm. Please, let me see”

Something in her voice, something in her words, made him see the lost arm in a different light. He allowed her to move his kimono sleeve up to where the stump was without further complaint. There was something about her, it was almost as if her words had cast a spell over him. He became calm, and let her do as she wished.

Kagome lifted the kimono and saw the terrible injury. She believed the words she had spoken to him. She placed a barrier around both of them, and focused her miko powers around the injury. She chanted inside her head…Please, do not make him suffer for trying to take what he thought was his…do not make his suffer this deformation of that beautiful body…when he holds me, I want him to use both arms. She chanted this again and again, and they were surrounded by pink light. Her thoughts were pure, and her intentions held no malice. If they did, surely he would be purified.

Sesshoumaru was afraid; afraid of this powerful miko and the spell she had cast over him. He could see the barrier and the pink light that surrounded them, and all of the sudden; he felt things happening to his left arm, or rather, where his left arm once was. He felt…healing. He knew that it would take decades for the arm to heal on it’s own, for it to be what it once was, but the healing process was speeding up, was taking minutes instead of decades. The miko’s power was so strong, she was so strong. Stronger than he ever thought possible. He flexed his fingers of his left hand for the first time in five years, then felt the miko’s barrier fade and the pink light disappear. She collapsed onto him, and he could sense that she was not dead, just exhausted. This was her gift to him; she had given him back his arm.

Sesshoumaru was still amazed by what the little miko had done. He picked her up, using both of his arms, and hugged her to him. He nuzzled her hair with his nose and smelled that scent that was hers alone, hyacinth and springtime. He carried her in his arms and took her back to his camp. Rin and Jakken were still there, but both were asleep. He set the miko down and expanded his youki to let all demons know, far and wide, that this was his camp, that everything in it was his. He was Lord of the Western Lands, and no one would dare hurt what was his. He went back for her things, including her strange contraption, and brought it back to their camp. He opened her strange yellow bag and found what he was looking for. He had watched her from afar, and had seen her sleep in a strange cocoon like blanket, which he put her in now with loving care. He removed her shoes, and tucked her in. He brushed her bangs away from her face, and when she felt the gentleness of his claws, she spoke in her sleep.

“Sess…houmaru…I love you. Why must I stay…with one who doesn’t…love me. Please…don’t hurt me. Love me…as I love you.” She mumbled, before turning over and falling into a deeper sleep.

Sesshoumaru was stunned. She loved him…she loved him just as he loved her. There was nothing to stop them now.

Far above them, a saimyoushou was buzzing, and returned to its master.



Naraku heard what the saimyoushou had to say about the miko and the Lord of the West and was not happy. The two of them together were an even greater threat than the miko and the hanyou. He would have to figure out a way to get them apart. He did not know their exact relationship, but he would find out. This was becoming far too dangerous…His plans were very devious and were very exacting. He had a specific plan for each member of both parties. The death of the human child following Sesshoumaru by wolves would terrify the child and take the spirit of the Lord. The death of the demon slayer’s brother, either by the brother’s hand or by Naraku’s would kill her spirit as well, Inuyasha was the easiest, all he had to do was kill the young miko and Inuyasha would be crushed. The dead miko was to be Naraku’s plaything. The death of the demon slayer would hurt the monk. The death of the kitsune would hurt them all…so many plans, so many ways to hurt people, Naraku felt very proud of himself for thinking up so many different ways to harm his enemies, both physically and mentally. The alliance between the young miko and the Lord of the West was troubling…what did it mean? How would this play out? Naraku could only wait to find out…




A/N: I know that some of the characters are acting a little strange, but trust me, this will play out well. I love Sessy and I am writing him how I want him to be. There will be many twists and turns, some expected, like Naraku’s scheming, some unexpected. You will just have to read and find out! By the way, I don’t know much about this site, how to respond to reviewers or anything like that, so please, don’t think I am mean or do not appreciate your reviews!!!