InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ To Summon a Mate ❯ November 10, Noon ( Chapter 22 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
AN: Sorry again! My one month break turned into seven. (Itâs not entirely my fault though! I accidentally discovered Korean dramas. Theyâre insanely addictive.) Hope this chapter makes up for it! LOTS happening!
Quick question I really hope someone can help me out with. I use Pages on a Mac and normally just convert the document to Microsoft so I can upload it. Not working for whatever reason, which is why this is updated so late here. Does anyone have any idea what I'm doing wrong, or is there another writing system I should be using?
But I did want to tell you guys, I have a more active account on fanfiction dot net. Same user name, and if you guys review there, I can get back to you quicker. (Plus, I have things on there I havenât uploaded here;) Just wanted to let you know.
atLeastElise: Thank you! Iâm trying really hard to build good characters, so Iâm glad you appreciate them. Sorry for the lateness! But here it is now! (And thanks for the three reviews! :)
Unistar: Thank you! Glad you liked it, as always. Sorry my updating when I can turned out to be updating in seven months. But thanks so much for sticking with me!
Shiva_Goddess: Thank you! Iâm so glad I managed to win you over, lol. I use a Mac and Pages for the stories I write, so things always get a little funky when I convert it. Iâve noticed that, but I have no idea how to fix it...:( If itâs too difficult, I have an account on fanfiction dot net you can use. Thanks so much for reviewing though!
SplendentGoddess: This chapter ended up being 21 pages, so youâll have those questions answered and then some. (Fair warning, next chapter is 23 pages. So if something isnât answered here, it probably will be next chapter.) Thanks so much for reviewing again! And Iâm sorry it took me so long to get the new chapter out.
Kmn1829: Youâre about to find out! ;) Thank you for reviewing!
Nekotaishou: Read after the disclaimer, and youâll find out...some of it. ;) Thanks for the review!
Inari-foxgoddess: Teehee. Iâm sorry, I canât help it. Cliffhangers are my favorites. Especially with seven month waits. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and I am making no money off this story.
=====================================================================
November 10, Noon
Fuck. What the hell did he say that for?
Inuyashaâs face was stark as Kagome stomped away from him. His legs tensed, his body instinctively preparing to move towards her, only stopping when Sango moved in front of him and glared.
âStay here, idiot.â the demon slayer hissed before quickly turning around and following Kagome. Kirara bared her little cat fangs at him from Kagomeâs arms before they disappeared out of sight.
Inuyasha stood stunned, not knowing whether going after the women would help or cause more trouble. He nearly flinched when he felt Miroku touch his shoulder, âIâm not sure whatâs going on,â the young monk said, âbut you should give Kagome some space, Inuyasha, it might help her calm down if she doesnât see you right now.â
Inuyasha deflated and let himself drop back onto the couch. He hadnât meant that the way it came out. He just didnât want Kagome to get hurt and it frustrated him that she kept stubbornly putting herself in danger.
Miroku settled in the armchair, studying him carefully. âBut we can be frank now that Kagome is out of the room. We know Kikyo is alive. We know Naraku is alive. And we need your help killing them both.â
Inuyashaâs head snapped up, his face instantly going blank. âI donât know what the hell youâre talki-â
âInuyasha!â Miroku snapped, interrupting the denial on his lips, âNo more games. We know and thereâs no way you can convince us otherwise.â
â...Feh.â
âSango knows Kikyoâs scent but has been unable to track her, we assume this is because of a spell,â he said, pausing to look at Inuyasha for confirmation. Inuyasha simply stared back blankly, not wanting to admit that he actually had no idea how Kikyo was hiding from the demonslayer. âAnd,â Miroku continued, âSango knows about Naraku after spending so long guarding him. She just has no way of getting to him. But you can help us on both accounts.â
Inuyasha drummed his claws into the arm of the couch, stopping when he snagged the fabric. âWhat do you expect me to do?â he asked, sounding exasperated even to his own ears.
âYou can get us into the treasury to Naraku. We would go to Lord Sesshomaru, but heâs kept Naraku alive this long for a reason, whatever it may be, we doubt heâll simply let us walk in and kill him.â
Inuyasha wisely kept his mouth closed, knowing his brother would kill him, and attempt to bring him back to kill him all over again if he said a word.
âAnd you must have some idea about how to track Kikyo.â Miroku continued determinedly. âI wonât believe you if you tell me you donât.â
Inuyasha felt his hackles raise. âYeah, well I donât.â he shot back, pissed off. Screw Miroku. Who was he to accuse him like that?
And it didnât matter that he did know, it annoyed him that Miroku would assume so.
Kikyoâs phone number lingered in the back of his mind. Did he really want to hunt Kikyo down to help kill her? In spite of everything that had happened, everything revealed, the thought left a bad taste in his mouth. Kikyo had betrayed him, lied to him, and helped imprison him for 500 years.
But all of that had led him straight to Kagome.
500 years was a long time. If he hadnât been trapped in the mirror he could have left the country, started to have been groomed for Sesshomaruâs heir or killed by accident by Kouga during one of their sparring sessions. It could have been years longer before he met Kagome, as a totally different person. Or maybe not at all. The thought alone made his chest ache.
So for delivering him right into Kagomeâs hands, he couldnât help kill Kikyo...but he wouldnât stop anyone from doing so either.
Inuyasha shook his head. âHave fun with the hunt, but Iâm not going to help you.â
Miroku narrowed his eyes, âIs this about Kagome? Are you still trying to protect her?â
Inuyasha was amazed at Mirokuâs stupidity. âIâll always protect her, moron.â
Miroku glanced at the stairs before leaning forward. âLook Inuyasha, I completely understand your reluctance to involve Kagome in any way.â he dropped to a whisper. âI feel exactly the same. If Sango is the one to kill Kikyo or Naraku, she dies. I need your help to make sure that doesnât happen.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âHelp me and we can keep our women completely out of it. Neither of them have to be involved.â
Inuyashaâs mouth dropped and his respect for Miroku reluctantly rose. The man wanted to go behind Sangoâs back and kill without her. That took some serious balls. It was too bad she was going to kill him when she found out.
No one stopped Sango from completing her duty.
Inuyasha shook his head. âYou just signed your execution order, moron.â
âArenât you listening to me? Sango will die if sheâs the one to kill them. Iâm prepared to do everything in my power to keep that from happening. Are you just as ready to protect Kagome?â Miroku challenged.
Inuyasha stiffened. âYouâre not listening to me. I wonât help you. I wonât let Kagome help you. I want both of us to be left out of it.â
Miroku stared at Inuyasha like he was the moron. âDo you really think Kikyo will allow you to stay out of it?â
Inuyasha scowled back at him...for an idiot he might have a point.
Suddenly goosebumps rippled over his flesh and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. His ears burrowed under his hair for protection, feeling achy and quivering. Miroku shuddered when a strong aura of power suddenly pulsed through the air. It was like one of Kagomeâs classmates scratching his fingernails along a chalkboard, only a hundred times worse.
Inuyasha sprung up with a snarl, claws out and teeth bared, immediately suspecting Kikyo. But the power signature wasnât quite hers and he had just realized he wasnât going to betray Kagome that morning. There was no way she could have known that so quickly. She was good, but not that good.
Miroku abruptly hit the floor, landing on his back only to find Sango crouched above him from out of nowhere with red eyes and dripping fangs. âKeep me out of it, hmm? âProtectâ me from my own duty?â She hissed, digging her claws into the floor by his head. âDo you really think you have any right, mate or not, to concern yourself over my mission?â She was furious beyond reason, and yet her full attention wasnât on her mate. Otherwise Miroku would be dealing with a lot worse then a scolding.
And then Kagome walked down the stairs.
Inuyashaâs heart fell somewhere around his feet and the rest of his body went numb with shock, his mind screaming in denial.
Kikyo might not have figured out he wasnât going to betray Kagome after all...but it appeared Kagome had just found out his original intentions for her.
Fuck.
Her power completely engulfed her, ragged purple petals circling her relentlessly, as she slowly lowered each foot, almost considering her steps. Her hair whipped wildly around her head, her fingers were clenched into trembling fists, but other than that, she appeared calm, her face serene, her steps even and slow. The old sweats she wore should have made her seem less terrifying, but there was little that would mute that rage.
Guilt swarmed him, almost drowning out the anger at himself and the sinking feeling heâd been found out. But damn it, she had to know things were different now. Heâd go to his death defending her. She had enough pain to last a lifetime, nothing else was going to touch her if he had something to say about it. Which he did. Because he was her mate and he wouldnât let anything change that.
He squared his shoulders, determined to take it like a man. Besides, she had to have seen the blue, right?
Kagome reached the foot of the staircase, her bare feet making no sound on the wooden floors. She stared at Inuyasha, her lips tight, and her mind locked tighter. So there would be no melding to figure out the right things to say or if he should just get to groveling right away. No way of knowing if her âvoicesâ were speaking up in defense of him or different ways to fry him.
âMate, I can explain-â
âIs Kikyo alive?â Kagome barely blinked, her tone soft even as more petals littered the air.
Hesitating, Inuyasha felt even more uneasy. He wanted to lie to her even though they both knew the truth. The words got lodged in his throat, unwilling to be spoken. âKagome-â
âAnswer me mate,â she said, her voice biting out the last word, âis Kikyo alive?â Petals exploded from Kagome, purple settling over every inch of the living room. Sango immediately sprung up out of the way, dragging Miroku with her. They lingered in the doorway, exchanging glances as they tried to decide how much to intervene. They liked Inuyasha, but there was no way in hell they were getting in the way of a pissed off, untrained, powerful miko. And she deserved to know.
Kagome didnât break her gaze away from Inuyasha, her normally warm eyes colder than his brother's. âIs your old lover, the one you cared enough about to consider marriage, the one who stuck you in that mirror for 500 years, Kikyo the great miko, Kikyo the betrayer, alive?â
Inuyasha didnât wince when the petals covering his shoulders and head began to sting, quivering and shaking on top of him, wanting her to hurt him more so this goddamn guilt wouldnât feel so heavy. âPlease, just let me-â
âIs she or isnât she?â Kagome asked again, her voice steady, her eyes impossible to read, âI want to hear it from you.â
His shoulders sagged, feeling truly defeated for the first time in his life. He couldnât look at her face, so he focused on the petals at his feet, the ragged edges as sharp as knifes. â...yes.â
The petals burst into purple flames that twisted and raged silently on whatever surface they had landed, but only burning Inuyasha.
Red welts began to form on his bare feet before he jerked his gaze back to Kagome, not registering the pain of the flames when her agonized expression hurt so much worse. âKagome, you have to let me explain-â
âYou lied to me. Youâve been lying to me this entire time,â she pointed out, her jaw tense.
He forced himself not to break eye contact with her, even though being stabbed through the heart would have been less painful. âBecause things are different now! I donât love Kikyo anymore. Just look at your-â
âWhy should I believe your words now?â Kagome interrupted. The purple flames covered her like a cape, protecting her from him. âIâve always been clear about my feelings, whereas it looks like youâve been deceiving me since we met.â
Inuyasha had never wanted to meld with her so badly, needing to share his feelings with her so she could understand. âEnough. You have to let me explain mate, so much has changed.â
Kagome lifted her head stubbornly, her eyes blank but her flames growing brighter. âI donât have to do anything...mate.â
Inuyasha frowned, frustration beginning to override his panic at being caught. Did she have to fight with him now? He was willing to beg and grovel but she had to be willing to listen. He might have been a dumb ass, but he wanted to fix this.
âDamn it Kagome, Iâm trying to tell you why I did it!â He brushed the burning flames off his shoulders, growing more annoyed. âBut this all would be settled a lot easier if you would look at your-â
âNo.â Kagome interrupted again, her eyes finally registering an emotion...pain.
Inuyasha felt his heart break, literally felt a deep pain in his chest as he looked at her. He took a cautious step towards her, afraid she was going to shatter. She had never looked more fragile, despite the show of power. His heart twisted painfully again. He just wanted to sweep her up and keep her from anything that might hurt her, unfortunately, that was him right now, âKagome, Iâm so-â
âNo!â Her head snapped up, her eyes blazing with fury before shuttering again, hiding behind a blank face.
Damn it, now she was being ridiculous again. âWould you just-â
âSIT!â
Inuyashaâs face slammed into the floor, pain racking up and down his body. âKagome!â he growled into the hard wood floor, only getting her footsteps in return.
âSango,â the young miko called without turning to look at the demonslayer, âweâre leaving.â
âKagome, please try to calm down." Miroku started, his voice low and soothing, "Sangoâs not going anywhere with you, we're all going to stay here and try to figure this out-â
âShut up Miroku." Sango responded, pushing Miroku back on the ground and picking up Kirara. "Lead the way Kagome."
âKAGOME!â Inuyasha roared into the floor, hating the magic that kept him bound to the wood. What the fuck was she doing? Did all women go crazy when a man wanted to explain himself?
âSit.â she called over her shoulder as she and Sango left, the door slamming behind them.
Inuyasha groaned when the weight pressing him down doubled.
What the hell just happened?
----------------------------------------------------------------
Kagome grabbed Sangoâs wrist and, without another word, dragged her down the temple steps, almost running. Her power masked itself instinctively, surrounding her in a comforting embrace.
âSo whatâs the plan?â Sango dutifully kept up with Kagome, not seemingly nervous being around so much power that could fry her.
âWeâre leaving.â Kagome said determinedly, brushing away the few tears that had escaped. Just saying the words aloud felt...good. So many times she had dreamed of running away. When the police knocked on their door. When her fatherâs funeral pyre was lit. When her mother began slipping further and further away from her, and Souta hung on Dr. Saitoâs every word. When she felt so lonely she wanted to die, until she learned to push it away, to be fine. But she had hung on. She stayed.
It was almost cliche that in the end, it was a guy who was finally making her run from herself.
But she had reached her breaking point. She couldnât handle anything more from Inuyasha. Not any more lies, not any more truth. She just wanted to run and hide. It was childish and immature, but she was past caring. Just how much more was she expected to endure?
Kagome paused leading Sango down the temple steps. âSIT!â she screamed. âSITSITSITSITSITSITSITTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!â She wanted no chance that Inuyasha would follow her.
If Sango thought she had lost her mind, she didnât show it. âSounds fun.â she remarked mildly. âLetâs just make sure Kirara go too.â
As if reminding them she was perched on Sangoâs shoulder, Kirara mewed and rubbed her head against her master's neck.
Kagome paused thoughtfully, her mind working out a plan before nodding. âI think we can manage that.â
âFollow me.â She was suddenly very glad she'd forgotten to remove her money from her sweats before washing them. With a new sense of purpose, Kagome led Sango towards the nearest subway entrance...she was going to get some answers. Hopefully Kagura didn't mind the intrusion...
------------------------------------------------------
Kagura only lifted a brow when her elevator doors opened, silently assessing them. âChickadee, I love visits from you, but in the future just mention my name and cut back on terrifying the doorman, âk? Itâs not his fault heâs demonic enough to be hurt by your angry miko-ness. But come in, come in! You just missed Sess. I kicked him out after he hid my whiteout again. And I had just gotten a couple of cases of it. Men. Demon or not, theyâre all annoying.â
Kagome stepped out, Sango close on her heels. She liked elevators about as much as she liked subways.
Scooping Kirara off her shoulder, Sango stepped out of the elevator and knelt gracefully into a warrior's bow, her gaze respectfully downcast. âLady Kagura. It is an honor to see you again.â
Kagura stopped short, her eyes widening âSango," she said, her voice incredulous. "Sango! It really is you!" She exclaimed, quickly sweeping the taller woman into a fierce hug, "I almost didnât believe Kagome when she told me you were still around. Iâm so glad you see you alive and well!"
Kagura released the tense warrior from her embrace and looked at her face, as if confirming once again, that yes, it was her, "We were all worried about you when you disappeared. Sess sent out a search party, but finally gave you a military funeral.â
Sango blinked, moving back slightly from Kagura to let Kirara crawl up her arm. âI was declared dead?â
âWell there was no way you left. Willingly anyway. We assumed someone on a revenge mission managed to ambush you.â
Sango softened in relief, relaxing more easily into Kaguraâs arms. âI wasnât declared a deserter?â she asked again softly. âI was worried...â
Kagura snorted. âOf course not. You had the trust of Midoriko and Sess. That wasnât anyoneâs concern. The only way you werenât coming to work was if you were dead. Iâm so glad youâre not, by the way. Your fangs are totally fierce.â
She finally released Sango and stepped back, looking them all over again. âWeâre all pissed at our men, am I right? Donât worry, I have chocolate and wine! Except for you Kag. No wine yet. And cream for Kirara. Over here now, weâll all be better in no time.â
Sango stared at Kagura with more then a little awe as she ushered them into the living room, chocolates weighing down the table in between the couches. âThis is very impressive,â she acknowledged, her interest piqued by what seemed to be a miniature fountain flowing with the treat.
Shaking her head at such odd, but appealing, modern gadgets, Sango turned to Kagura and asked, "But is this not....excessive for only three people?"
Shrugging, Kagura settled Kagome down with a plate of chocolate creams, pouring a glass for herself and Sango. Scooping a little cream out of a bowl and onto a plate she put it on the floor for Kirara, who bounded down from Sango to lick it up greedily. âWell, what's the point of having Sesshomaruâs credit card if not to enjoy it? Especially when Iâm angry.â
She leaned back against the couch cushions across from them, elegant in jeans and a long draped sweater. âSo whatâs up sisters dear? And what do you need me to do so you get even with your darling men?â
Kagome, whom up until now, Kagura observed, had been unusually quiet , simply stared at the plate of chocolates in her lap. Her powers however spiked suddenly, as if tensing around her at the mere mention of her poor-idiotic-clueless-mate.
"Kagome," Kagura asked, sidling up gingerly to the young miko, "is there something you want to share with the class?"
âKikyo is alive. Inuyasha was going to betray me,â she said, her voice soft, but her words firm. No anger, not sadness, just a simply stated fact.
Kagura winced. âOuch. Okay, well I guess that puts the whole "Sess stealing my white out" into perspective then.â She paused to sip her wine. âAt least he came clean about it.â
âTechnically... I was the one to mention it.â Sango spoke up, slightly angry at herself for the fact now. It wasn't like Kagome didn't deserve to know, but maybe she hadn't handled it as...tactfully as she should have.
Looking at the young woman now, Sango couldn't help but grimace at the memory of exactly how she'd mentioned it...tact definitely wasn't her strong suit.
âItâs still out in the open." Kagura said, shrugging and helping herself to a chocolate strawberry, "Now you can guilt him about it for a few centuries and move on.â Already her mind was plotting suggestions for Kagome. Maybe she could spin them off into a new book...
Ignoring the chocolates, Kagome set her plate aside to get up, her eyes suddenly sparking with anger. âYouâre speaking as if I will forgive him,â she mentioned, her tone light and a little wondrous, as if the idea itself was laughable.
Kagura licked chocolate off her lips, âTrust me chickadee, itâll be easier for everyone involved to eventually let him off the hook. Youâre stuck with him forever after all.â
Kagome crossed her arms and smiled softly, but her power practically rumbled under her skin. âIâm sorry Kagura, but after all thatâs happened, well, I doubt that the âhappily ever afterâ you seem to be hoping for is going to happen.â Kagome met her eyes then, and her smile fell, âin fact, Iâm sure of it.â
Kagura wasnât fooled, behind that calm demeanor, Kagome was pissed. Pissed and hurt, not a great combination when mixed with the powers rolling off her.
Slowly putting her wine glass down, Kagura dropped the cheery facade and simply asked the question that had been plaguing her since the miko walked in. âKagome, to be clear...what exactly are you mad about?â
âWhat do you mean?â Kagome asked just as simply, âKikyo is alive, and Inuyasha was going to betray me. Should I be happy?â Kagome inquired, her tone slightly amused.
Kagura arched an eyebrow at the response. âNo...you should be pissed as hell, but things are different now.â
âJust what is different?â Kagome practically snapped, her anger sparking a bit more. âHe was going to betray me. Why should I forgive anything if heâs proven himself to be untrustworthy?â
Kagura continued lounging gracefully across the chaise, perfectly content to sit serenely while Kagome fought against her own temper, her calm demeanor beginning to crack.
Kaguraâs chin was propped in her hand as she studied the young miko, all traces of warmth and joking gone from her eyes. âTrust me chickadee, Iâm not saying that Inuyasha is blameless or bastard-less for what he was planning...but have you even looked at your palm?â
Kagome stiffened, and that didnât do a thing to stop her power from raging inside her. âWhat are you saying? Of course I have.â
âI mean recently. Like...today, for instance.â
Sango looked back and forth between them, confused at what Kagura was getting at. Without thinking, she dropped her chocolate strawberry back onto her plate and subtly set her wine down, shifting her body slightly so that she could leap in between the two women if need be.
Kagomeâs fist tightened, almost imperceptibly, as the young woman fought to reign in her anger. â...Why are you asking?â
Kagura lifted an eyebrow before reaching under the table to swipe up a handbook, lazily flipping pages. âHumor me and take a gander.â
Her fingers felt like they were clenched too tight to open. Slowly, she forced them to unfurl, her heart pounding from fear of what she knew she would find.
...blue. A gloriously deep hue of blue. It spoke of the fathomless blue spread of the ocean, the unending stretch of blue sky. Blue was imbedded into the skin of her palm, sinking into the veins that carried blood through her heart. With every pump, she imagined it coursing throughout her body, sweeping Inuyashaâs proof of love everywhere.
Love. Inuyasha loved her. Her. Kagome Higurashi, not Kikyo.
âBlue is a sign of a happy, loving union.â Kagura pointed out a bit unnecessarily. âYashie might have had his doubts in the beginning, so yes, be angry. I donât know what his motivation was, but the moron wanted to betray you. Please, go home and beat him silly. He deserves worse. But Kagome-â Kagura leaned forward, her dark eyes intent. âItâs fucking hard to avoid looking at your hands. It takes a lot of effort. I wouldnât know, considering my shame is easily hidden with long hair. But I bet you could teach me some good avoidance techniques judging by how long it took you to react to the new color.â
Her power snarled, forcing the hairs on the back of her neck and arms to stand up. She could feel a line of petals form around her neck and wrists, pulsing angrily. âYour point?â
Kagura threw the handbook at Kagomeâs feet, making Sango jump from the noise. âYou knew what the colors meant. You might not have paid a lot of attention to the other ones since you were more concerned with black, but you must have had some idea!â Kagura raged, her cheeks flushed. â You know what color your mark is, how Inuyasha feels and yet youâre not happy. Youâre angry, but itâs not because of Kikyo or his possible betrayal!â
Kagura waved away the denials that began to form on the mikoâs lips, âGranted, perhaps at first it was! But now...Kagome, you now have undeniable proof of his feelings for you!â Kagura sat back on her chaise, her face the picture of confusion, âKagome...just what the hell is going through your head? Because coming from an expert, itâs not making any sense.â
âWell, like you keep saying, Iâm weird.â Kagome replied with a brittle smile, âI get all the problems, and none of the rewards. The broken family. The creepy mark. The âsolemnâ duty of risking myself to kill some ancient evil. The same ancient evil my mate was in love with and going to betray me over. So excuse me if Iâm getting tired of it!â Her voice broke at the end, frustration warring with her anger. She felt old all of a sudden. And so unbelievably tired. It was too much.
Kagura rolled her eyes, âAh, hello, those benefits are about to start rolling in! As far as Iâm concerned, the betrayal thing is a lucky break since you can hold that above his head for the rest of eternity. And once you save me with your new kick-ass powers, the Lord of the West, one of the most powerful demons in the entire world, will be at your debt. And I feed you awesome food. Look, I get that being almost betrayed is painful-â
âItâs not just that!â Kagome snapped, tempted to start pulling her hair out. âThis, this-â she held her mark away from her like it was disgusting. âThis is worse than that!â
The blue hurt her eyes, but she forced herself to stare at it anyway. âThis...this he can hurt me with.â she whispered, feeling small. âI could have gotten over the betrayal if it had happened. I was strong before. After everyone had left me, I had learned how to get by. How to push it away and ignore it. It was easy to pretend to be fine. But then last night...â
She closed her hand into a fist when tears pricked at her eyes, trying to focus on the pain her nails caused instead. âI was weak. I let myself depend on Inuyasha. Not to leave me, for death, or depression, or coping. But to be there for me.â A grim smile touched her mouth. âTo put the pieces back together.â
She shook, increasingly unaware of Kaguraâs and Sangoâs complete attention on her. âAnd he did. He picked up the pieces but he didnât do it right. He changed them around and made them fit differently. He mixed in pieces of himself. And now the pieces wonât fit right without him.â
Kagura and Sango glanced at each other, completely confused but afraid to ask.
âDonât you see? Inuyasha can hurt me!â Kagomeâs nails dug harder into the moon. âHe can leave me, and take his pieces away forever. And if those pieces are gone, I wonât even be able to be fine again.â she laughed darkly. âAnd to think I was happy this morning about it. Like it was some great thing. But now I see he can leave me, just like the others. But now heâs made me so fucking vulnerable.â
Her furious gaze swung back to Kagura, suddenly remembering she was there. âSo of course Iâm only looking at the black. Thereâs no way I can deal with the blue yet.â
Kagura waited a beat. âKagome, you still havenât explained how all this will happen if he loves you.â
âBecause now heâll be nicer. Sweeter. More tender. Heâll look at me the way a guy should look at his girl, and Iâll melt. I wonât stand a chance. Heâll make me love him.â Kagome explained, clearly miserable.
Kagura raised a brow. âAh chickadee...you already do.â
Her heart dropped and her power died down, defeated. Her eyes started to water, even with the shame that accompanied it. âI know, and I...Iâm scared.â
Kaguraâs face fell in concern. âOh honey.â
Before Kagome could drag in a shuddering breath, Kagura prodded her to the couch, forcing her to lean against her as she rubbed her back soothingly. Slightly more uneasy, Sango clumsily patted her shoulder.
âI hate this!â Kagome raged, feeling the fabric of Kaguraâs expensive shirt start to grow wet. âI was never like this before him. I never even felt the urge to cry.â
Kagura started to rock back and forth. âThat evil bastard. Go ahead sweetie, itâs all his fault.â
âI didnât think it would be like this. So...consuming. If I had known this is where I would have ended up, I would have fought more.â If only she had hit him harder with the candy bowl. She could have knocked him out, and run away, had him carted off to jail for breaking and entering, never gotten to know him and avoided this pain, this uncertainty.
âYou still can. God knows the moron still has a lot of explaining to do and cash to burn. Itâll be alright Kag, I promise.â
âBut itâll hurt worse when he goes.â Kagome muttered stubbornly, still trying to resist. âA bitch like Kikyo I can rage against, have something to blame. Thatâs easy to focus on. What am I supposed to do when sheâs not the problem anymore? When all thereâs left is...this?â
âThen you deal with it.â Kagura pointed out matter-of-factly. âYouâre worried about being vulnerable, well dealing with Inuyasha is the best way to take care of it.â
âHe can still leave me. Love doesnât change that.â Kagome tried again. âIt just hurts worse.â
Sango sighed. âKagome, look.â She pried her fingers away from Kaguraâs shoulder, shoving the mark under her nose. âThe mark is blue. He loves you. Whatever he had with Kikyo is just that, past tense. All the ways youâre worried heâll leave you by...itâll all be unwilling.â
âSheâs right. Youâre completely stuck with him.â Kagura chimed in. âYouâre pretty much screwed.â
Kagome only sobbed harder into Kaguraâs neck, no traces of her anger remaining.
Still rocking her back and forth, Kagura smoothed her hand over Kagomeâs hair. âI know itâs scary chickadee. Itâs one of the reasons I fought Sesshomaru so hard. I get it. But let me tell you something as a woman thatâs fallen. One day youâll wake up, see him lying next to you...and it wonât be so scary anymore. Itâll become as expected as your next breath.â
Kagome finally fell silent, her body limp and depending completely on the support of Kagura to hold her up. âIt was almost like that this morning.â she whispered, suddenly wishing with all her might to be back in the moment with Inuyasha.
âSee? Hush now Kagome, everythingâs going to be all right.â Kagura gently pushed Kagome up, wiping her tears away with the edge of her sweater. âNow be the tough, hearing-voices-crazy chickadee I know you as, eat some chocolate and come up with ways to get him back. I would get rid of all TV channels except for Lifetime, but thatâs just me.â She reached over to hand Kagome her plate back to her, the sparkle back in her eyes. âMovies about battered women and eating disorders gets them in a different frame of mind fast.â
Kagome chuckled weakly, finally biting into one of her chocolates. She still felt upset but not as frantically panicked. Steadier almost, without crossing back to the numbness she was so used to feeling.
Clapping her hands, Kagura snapped her attention to Sango. âOne crisis averted, another one to go! What can Dr. Kagura help you with today?â
Sango paused with a piece of dark chocolate halfway to her mouth, eyes wide.
âCâmon, you can share with us!â Kagura encouraged. âIâd love to hear about your mate. Iâve never heard of a case of a human being turned into a demon, so the mate aspect should be insanely interesting.â
Sango slowly put the chocolate in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. âI had never heard of it either to be honest.â she admitted. âIâm still not sure exactly what Midoriko did.â
Kagura leaned forward eagerly, wishing for a pen and paper but worried about offending Sango. âWhat happened that day?â
âMidoriko summoned me when she was in labor with her child. She told me she was sorry she had to do it, but I was the only one she trusted to go after Kikyo and Naraku. However, there was no way I could assassinate her when she was so loved, so Midoriko decided I should wait for the right time to be released.â Sango started to explain, twirling her wine glass between her fingers. She stared at the remains of the liquid, her mind 500 years away from them. âIt was painful. A thousand times worse then any injury Iâd ever received. I could feel my body morphing. My bones broke and reshaped themselves, muscles tore, everything felt like it was on fire... and then there was just darkness.â
âDid she say some sort of spell? Do a ritual?â Kagura asked. âIt should be impossible to turn a human into a demon.â
Sango shrugged. âHer power wrapped around me, and that was that. She told me I would remain a demon until I slay Kikyo and Naraku. That was the last thing I ever heard her say.â
Kagome listened closely, easily distracted from her own problems by Sangoâs story. âWhere did she get the power to transform you? She was clearly dying. Her ribbons were frayed and ratty.â
Sango looked over, brow furrowed. âRibbons? What ribbons?â
âHer power. Donât you remember, she had those long strands of light? I always thought they looked like ribbons.â
There was a strange expression on Kaguraâs face. âKagome, where do you think the flame on your hand comes from? Her power appeared as fire. It was well known as her symbol and her seal. Where are you getting this ribbon idea from?â
Kagome stared back at them. âIâm positive the only flames I saw in Sangoâs memory were the flames the prayer beads created. Ribbons emerged from Midoriko. Didnât you see it that way Sango?â
She shook her head. âI was definitely surrounded by fire when Midoriko changed me.â
Kagura and Sango exchanged worried glances. âRibbons.â Kagura repeated, shaking her head. âChickadee, you are getting weirder and weirder.â
âMaybe itâs because of some family bond?â Sango suggested.
âMaybe.â Kagura said doubtfully. âIâve never heard of a miko being able to see each otherâs power signatures differently, but maybe itâs something no one in the craft has ever mentioned. Iâll have to make some calls.â she sighed. âMy to-do list is getting longer and longer because of you.â
âSorry.â Kagome said simply, not sure what else to say. She hadnât even considered there was anything different in the way she saw Midoriko's power.
Kagura popped a piece of chocolate in her mouth. âEh, at least things are lively again. Itâs been boring the last few centuries.â A thoughtful look crossed her face when she glanced back at Sango. â...prayer beads?â
Sangoâs face tightened, not revealing anything.
Kagura gasped, nearly spilling her wine. âThat was you?!? You were the demon mate that stupid asshole put in prayer beads?â
Face still stark, Sango just nodded once.
Kagura sat back, looking disgusted. âGive me your new address and Iâll send the demon slayers for him right now. Iâll give you plenty of warning so you donât accidentally link up with him while theyâre taking care of him.â
Finally finished with her cream, Kirara hopped onto Sangoâs lap, purring. Sangoâs fingers settled in her catâs fur, stroking her slowly. âThank you, but Iâve already taken care of it. And-â she hesitated, looking down at Kirara. â-heâs getting better.â
Kaguraâs mouth dropped. â...please donât tell me I have to worry about you becoming one of those battered women.â
âOf course not!â Sango snapped. âDonât be ridiculous. Itâs just...heâs actually starting to try. And he ripped the beads apart. Theyâre unusable now.â
Kagura didnât look convinced. âIâd still feel better if you had the slayers on speed dial.â she grumbled.
Sango blinked blankly. âSpeed dial?â
â...Canât you see heâs abusing you?â Kagura wailed. âHow can you live in the 21st century and not know about speed dial? Has he kept you under a rock?â
Privately, Kagome wondered how much she was teaching Inuyasha about the new era he had found himself in. Would he have known what it was either?
Sango shrugged, unconcerned. âThereâs no point to learning much about this century. Once I complete my duty, Iâll be free from all this.â
Kagura narrowed her eyes. âFree how?â
âMidoriko said I would be a demon until I killed those two. I imagine I would revert back to human form and pass on to the next world.â
âWait, you want to die?â Kagome gasped. For a brief, horrible moment she was reminded of her mother all over again.
Sango sighed. âIâm weary, Kagome. This duty is the only reason Iâm still alive, and I want to finish it so I can see my family on the other side.â
Instead of freaking out Like Kagome expected her to, Kagura frowned at Sango instead. âI can understand that, but Sango, havenât you bonded with your asshole mate?â
â...why do you ask?â
âWell itâs just...oh fuck.â Kagura suddenly bent over, clutching her head in her hands. âFucking bastard.â she hissed, starting to shake.
Kagome put her hand on Kaguraâs shoulder, trying to see her face. âKagura, whatâs wrong?â
âMove.â
Kagome jerked back in shock when Sesshomaru was suddenly kneeling in front of Kagura, dislodging her hand in the process. âWhere did you come from?â she gasped, her heart pounding. Hadnât Kagura said she kicked him out?
âWell a long, long time ago, Sesshomaruâs parentâs loved each other very much...â Kagura trailed off from her joke, moaning.
Sesshomaru took one of her hands, letting her dig her fingernails into his skin. âHush mate. Breath for me.â
Kagura inhaled slowly, her eyes screwed shut. âOhhh, heâs really pissed today.â
Sesshomaru growled, and Kagome quickly got off the couch, unashamedly sitting close to Sango across from them.
âNaraku.â He snarled, his free hand cupping the side of Kaguraâs head. âYou will be paid back tenfold for this.â
Kagome gasped, Sango looking on confused.
Kagura winced. âHe really didnât like that.â
Kagomeâs power tingled under her skin, making her shift uncomfortably. She narrowed her eyes noticing...something out of the corner of her eye. It was blurred and out of focus, wavering in the air next to Kagura. She shook her head hard, trying to ignore whatever was wrong with her eyes when Kagura was in obvious pain. It dissipated immediately, making her power grumble before settling down.
Sango leaned into her. âWhatâs going on?â
Kagome just shook her head, knowing better then to be the one to explain.
âI promise you Kagura, it will not be like this forever.â Sesshomaru swore, his eyes beginning to flicker back and forth from red to white.
Kagura managed a weak smile. âI know. I have faith in us.â she gentled her squeeze on his hand so she could lace their fingers together, sweat beginning to bead on her forehead.
She bit down hard on her lip when the sleeve of her sweater turned red before sighing in relief. âHeâs gone.â
Sesshomaru didnât reply, instead stripping the sleeve off the rest of her shirt to examine her arm. âStay sit and wait for me to retrieve the first aid kit.â
Just as quickly he was gone, and they were left staring at her arm. Kagura sighed, and picked up the discarded sleeve to wipe up her arm. âDonât worry, it looks worse then is really is.â she tried to reassure them. âItâs really not too deep.â
Kagome opened her mouth to reply, before getting a good look at her arm. Blood flowed slightly from the scratches, but Kagura was right, they werenât too severe.
It was the shape of a long ribbon cut into her skin, curling into a M that concerned Kagome.
âWhat the hell?â Sango breathed, noticing the wound.
Kagura glanced down and sighed. âIâm starting to miss my life when it was boring.â she grumbled.
âAs I am your mate, you cannot claim to ever be bored.â Sesshomaru pointed out mildly, suddenly appearing out of nowhere again, a big white box in his hands. He stared at her arm, almost wanting to sigh. âPerhaps a little dullness wouldnât be remiss.â
Kagura arched a brow. âHow much did you hear?â
âI returned for paperwork I left in my office almost immediately.â He didnât want to admit he was hoping sheâd share her chocolate with him. Even if he did hide her whiteout on the roof.
He wiped the rest of the blood away, and studied the wound for a moment before spreading antibacterial cream over the cuts. âThis is troubling.â he announced.
âTell me about it.â Kagura agreed.
âMaybe Naraku is just playing with you?â Kagome suggested. âWe were just talking about Midoriko and her power.â
Kagura and Sesshomaru glanced at each other. âNarakuâs never done anything like this. He slices and gets out. And besides, I didnât feel him melding with me until the pain came.â
Sesshomaru only looked at her.
âI really can tell all the time!â she shot back, obviously bringing up an old argument. âHe does not meld without me knowing heâs around.â
âKagura, you are the one who wrote the book.â Sesshomaru reminded her. âThe only people who can detect mind melding is a demonâs mate and family. The rules are not different for you.â
Kagura glared at him, âI can tell.â she said again, determined to be stubborn.
Sesshomaru chose to wrap a bandage around her arm instead of arguing further, knowing she wouldnât give up. It was enough that he knew he was right.
Which meant Kagome could be right as well. Naraku could be fooling them after listening in on their conversation and they were becoming alarmed for no reason.
However...he placed his claw next to one of the cuts. Granted, Sesshomaru was much bigger then Naraku and better in all ways. But the mark was too small and too dull to have come from a demonic hand.
âI hate to interrupt, but whatâs going on?â Sango asked carefully.
Kagura sighed before reaching over to pick another chocolate. âI suppose my man problems are a little more complicated then missing whiteout after all.â
-------------------------------------------------------------
Kagome walked slowly towards the temple steps, Sango and Kirara at her side. She was glad she had ârun awayâ for those few hours, even with all the craziness that had happened at Kaguraâs apartment. But it was time to go back. She couldnât avoid it forever.
She glanced over at Sango, who still looked slightly shocked. âAre you ok?â
âJust absorbing.â she said quietly. âHer whole story...itâs a lot to take in.â
Kagome nodded, understanding perfectly. âThanks for walking me back. Are you sure you want to head to Mirokuâs?â
She shrugged, âI will eventually. Thereâs a few other places I want to stop by.â
âYou can come in if you like.â Kagome offered, hopeful.
Sango allowed herself a small smile, and Kagome sighed in defeat. It had been worth a try.
âIâll see you soon then. Donât break Miroku into too many pieces!â She tried to force a cheerful note to her tone.
Sango didnât even blink. âI would never be that sloppy.â
â...er, Iâll just talk to you later then.â
Sango inclined her head once before spinning on her heel and walking off, not looking back.
Kagome shoved her hands into her sweat pockets before looking up at the steps. She wasnât looking forward to climbing them. Or sneaking into her house. Souta might be home by now, and she didnât want him to see her walking like her rib had never been injured.
Steeling herself, she began to walk again, dreading reaching the top. And possibly seeing Inuyasha.
Visiting with Kagura had helped, but ultimately, she had to talk to Inuyasha.
As she reached the top, she could hear voices and a ball being kicked around. Kneeling close to the steps, she peeked her head over the top, only to see Inuyasha and Souta kicking a soccer ball around in the courtyard. Her heart stopped, and she crouched lower, trying to hide while still being able to watch at the same time.
âInuyashaaaaaaaaaaa.â Souta groaned. âYou dribble with the side of your foot, not your toes.â
âFeh. Then the ball shouldnât be round.â
Souta burst out laughing at Inuyashaâs disgruntled face before lining the ball up again. âJust try with the side of your feet.â
âWhatever you say kid.â Inuyasha narrowed his eyes at the ball, determined to try hard for her brotherâs sake.
She smiled in spite of herself. For an evil snake bastard, he was amazing with Souta. Especially now, when her brother needed a distraction.
She glanced down at her closed fist. And he loved her.
Her heart wanted to soften, but she wouldnât let it. Not until they both talked. Now that she was calmer...she would let him say his peace.
Carefully, she crept around the base of the hill until she could reach the house without Inuyasha and Souta spotting her. She knew Inuyasha could probably smell her, but she wasnât ready to talk to him yet. She just wanted to lock herself in her room for a little extra escape time.
Tomorrow. They would finally talk tomorrow. Souta would be in school, and nothing would distract them. She wanted no interruptions or rushing to make it harder then it already was. Tomorrow she would finally face her demon.
---
Quick question I really hope someone can help me out with. I use Pages on a Mac and normally just convert the document to Microsoft so I can upload it. Not working for whatever reason, which is why this is updated so late here. Does anyone have any idea what I'm doing wrong, or is there another writing system I should be using?
But I did want to tell you guys, I have a more active account on fanfiction dot net. Same user name, and if you guys review there, I can get back to you quicker. (Plus, I have things on there I havenât uploaded here;) Just wanted to let you know.
atLeastElise: Thank you! Iâm trying really hard to build good characters, so Iâm glad you appreciate them. Sorry for the lateness! But here it is now! (And thanks for the three reviews! :)
Unistar: Thank you! Glad you liked it, as always. Sorry my updating when I can turned out to be updating in seven months. But thanks so much for sticking with me!
Shiva_Goddess: Thank you! Iâm so glad I managed to win you over, lol. I use a Mac and Pages for the stories I write, so things always get a little funky when I convert it. Iâve noticed that, but I have no idea how to fix it...:( If itâs too difficult, I have an account on fanfiction dot net you can use. Thanks so much for reviewing though!
SplendentGoddess: This chapter ended up being 21 pages, so youâll have those questions answered and then some. (Fair warning, next chapter is 23 pages. So if something isnât answered here, it probably will be next chapter.) Thanks so much for reviewing again! And Iâm sorry it took me so long to get the new chapter out.
Kmn1829: Youâre about to find out! ;) Thank you for reviewing!
Nekotaishou: Read after the disclaimer, and youâll find out...some of it. ;) Thanks for the review!
Inari-foxgoddess: Teehee. Iâm sorry, I canât help it. Cliffhangers are my favorites. Especially with seven month waits. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and I am making no money off this story.
=====================================================================
November 10, Noon
Fuck. What the hell did he say that for?
Inuyashaâs face was stark as Kagome stomped away from him. His legs tensed, his body instinctively preparing to move towards her, only stopping when Sango moved in front of him and glared.
âStay here, idiot.â the demon slayer hissed before quickly turning around and following Kagome. Kirara bared her little cat fangs at him from Kagomeâs arms before they disappeared out of sight.
Inuyasha stood stunned, not knowing whether going after the women would help or cause more trouble. He nearly flinched when he felt Miroku touch his shoulder, âIâm not sure whatâs going on,â the young monk said, âbut you should give Kagome some space, Inuyasha, it might help her calm down if she doesnât see you right now.â
Inuyasha deflated and let himself drop back onto the couch. He hadnât meant that the way it came out. He just didnât want Kagome to get hurt and it frustrated him that she kept stubbornly putting herself in danger.
Miroku settled in the armchair, studying him carefully. âBut we can be frank now that Kagome is out of the room. We know Kikyo is alive. We know Naraku is alive. And we need your help killing them both.â
Inuyashaâs head snapped up, his face instantly going blank. âI donât know what the hell youâre talki-â
âInuyasha!â Miroku snapped, interrupting the denial on his lips, âNo more games. We know and thereâs no way you can convince us otherwise.â
â...Feh.â
âSango knows Kikyoâs scent but has been unable to track her, we assume this is because of a spell,â he said, pausing to look at Inuyasha for confirmation. Inuyasha simply stared back blankly, not wanting to admit that he actually had no idea how Kikyo was hiding from the demonslayer. âAnd,â Miroku continued, âSango knows about Naraku after spending so long guarding him. She just has no way of getting to him. But you can help us on both accounts.â
Inuyasha drummed his claws into the arm of the couch, stopping when he snagged the fabric. âWhat do you expect me to do?â he asked, sounding exasperated even to his own ears.
âYou can get us into the treasury to Naraku. We would go to Lord Sesshomaru, but heâs kept Naraku alive this long for a reason, whatever it may be, we doubt heâll simply let us walk in and kill him.â
Inuyasha wisely kept his mouth closed, knowing his brother would kill him, and attempt to bring him back to kill him all over again if he said a word.
âAnd you must have some idea about how to track Kikyo.â Miroku continued determinedly. âI wonât believe you if you tell me you donât.â
Inuyasha felt his hackles raise. âYeah, well I donât.â he shot back, pissed off. Screw Miroku. Who was he to accuse him like that?
And it didnât matter that he did know, it annoyed him that Miroku would assume so.
Kikyoâs phone number lingered in the back of his mind. Did he really want to hunt Kikyo down to help kill her? In spite of everything that had happened, everything revealed, the thought left a bad taste in his mouth. Kikyo had betrayed him, lied to him, and helped imprison him for 500 years.
But all of that had led him straight to Kagome.
500 years was a long time. If he hadnât been trapped in the mirror he could have left the country, started to have been groomed for Sesshomaruâs heir or killed by accident by Kouga during one of their sparring sessions. It could have been years longer before he met Kagome, as a totally different person. Or maybe not at all. The thought alone made his chest ache.
So for delivering him right into Kagomeâs hands, he couldnât help kill Kikyo...but he wouldnât stop anyone from doing so either.
Inuyasha shook his head. âHave fun with the hunt, but Iâm not going to help you.â
Miroku narrowed his eyes, âIs this about Kagome? Are you still trying to protect her?â
Inuyasha was amazed at Mirokuâs stupidity. âIâll always protect her, moron.â
Miroku glanced at the stairs before leaning forward. âLook Inuyasha, I completely understand your reluctance to involve Kagome in any way.â he dropped to a whisper. âI feel exactly the same. If Sango is the one to kill Kikyo or Naraku, she dies. I need your help to make sure that doesnât happen.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âHelp me and we can keep our women completely out of it. Neither of them have to be involved.â
Inuyashaâs mouth dropped and his respect for Miroku reluctantly rose. The man wanted to go behind Sangoâs back and kill without her. That took some serious balls. It was too bad she was going to kill him when she found out.
No one stopped Sango from completing her duty.
Inuyasha shook his head. âYou just signed your execution order, moron.â
âArenât you listening to me? Sango will die if sheâs the one to kill them. Iâm prepared to do everything in my power to keep that from happening. Are you just as ready to protect Kagome?â Miroku challenged.
Inuyasha stiffened. âYouâre not listening to me. I wonât help you. I wonât let Kagome help you. I want both of us to be left out of it.â
Miroku stared at Inuyasha like he was the moron. âDo you really think Kikyo will allow you to stay out of it?â
Inuyasha scowled back at him...for an idiot he might have a point.
Suddenly goosebumps rippled over his flesh and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. His ears burrowed under his hair for protection, feeling achy and quivering. Miroku shuddered when a strong aura of power suddenly pulsed through the air. It was like one of Kagomeâs classmates scratching his fingernails along a chalkboard, only a hundred times worse.
Inuyasha sprung up with a snarl, claws out and teeth bared, immediately suspecting Kikyo. But the power signature wasnât quite hers and he had just realized he wasnât going to betray Kagome that morning. There was no way she could have known that so quickly. She was good, but not that good.
Miroku abruptly hit the floor, landing on his back only to find Sango crouched above him from out of nowhere with red eyes and dripping fangs. âKeep me out of it, hmm? âProtectâ me from my own duty?â She hissed, digging her claws into the floor by his head. âDo you really think you have any right, mate or not, to concern yourself over my mission?â She was furious beyond reason, and yet her full attention wasnât on her mate. Otherwise Miroku would be dealing with a lot worse then a scolding.
And then Kagome walked down the stairs.
Inuyashaâs heart fell somewhere around his feet and the rest of his body went numb with shock, his mind screaming in denial.
Kikyo might not have figured out he wasnât going to betray Kagome after all...but it appeared Kagome had just found out his original intentions for her.
Fuck.
Her power completely engulfed her, ragged purple petals circling her relentlessly, as she slowly lowered each foot, almost considering her steps. Her hair whipped wildly around her head, her fingers were clenched into trembling fists, but other than that, she appeared calm, her face serene, her steps even and slow. The old sweats she wore should have made her seem less terrifying, but there was little that would mute that rage.
Guilt swarmed him, almost drowning out the anger at himself and the sinking feeling heâd been found out. But damn it, she had to know things were different now. Heâd go to his death defending her. She had enough pain to last a lifetime, nothing else was going to touch her if he had something to say about it. Which he did. Because he was her mate and he wouldnât let anything change that.
He squared his shoulders, determined to take it like a man. Besides, she had to have seen the blue, right?
Kagome reached the foot of the staircase, her bare feet making no sound on the wooden floors. She stared at Inuyasha, her lips tight, and her mind locked tighter. So there would be no melding to figure out the right things to say or if he should just get to groveling right away. No way of knowing if her âvoicesâ were speaking up in defense of him or different ways to fry him.
âMate, I can explain-â
âIs Kikyo alive?â Kagome barely blinked, her tone soft even as more petals littered the air.
Hesitating, Inuyasha felt even more uneasy. He wanted to lie to her even though they both knew the truth. The words got lodged in his throat, unwilling to be spoken. âKagome-â
âAnswer me mate,â she said, her voice biting out the last word, âis Kikyo alive?â Petals exploded from Kagome, purple settling over every inch of the living room. Sango immediately sprung up out of the way, dragging Miroku with her. They lingered in the doorway, exchanging glances as they tried to decide how much to intervene. They liked Inuyasha, but there was no way in hell they were getting in the way of a pissed off, untrained, powerful miko. And she deserved to know.
Kagome didnât break her gaze away from Inuyasha, her normally warm eyes colder than his brother's. âIs your old lover, the one you cared enough about to consider marriage, the one who stuck you in that mirror for 500 years, Kikyo the great miko, Kikyo the betrayer, alive?â
Inuyasha didnât wince when the petals covering his shoulders and head began to sting, quivering and shaking on top of him, wanting her to hurt him more so this goddamn guilt wouldnât feel so heavy. âPlease, just let me-â
âIs she or isnât she?â Kagome asked again, her voice steady, her eyes impossible to read, âI want to hear it from you.â
His shoulders sagged, feeling truly defeated for the first time in his life. He couldnât look at her face, so he focused on the petals at his feet, the ragged edges as sharp as knifes. â...yes.â
The petals burst into purple flames that twisted and raged silently on whatever surface they had landed, but only burning Inuyasha.
Red welts began to form on his bare feet before he jerked his gaze back to Kagome, not registering the pain of the flames when her agonized expression hurt so much worse. âKagome, you have to let me explain-â
âYou lied to me. Youâve been lying to me this entire time,â she pointed out, her jaw tense.
He forced himself not to break eye contact with her, even though being stabbed through the heart would have been less painful. âBecause things are different now! I donât love Kikyo anymore. Just look at your-â
âWhy should I believe your words now?â Kagome interrupted. The purple flames covered her like a cape, protecting her from him. âIâve always been clear about my feelings, whereas it looks like youâve been deceiving me since we met.â
Inuyasha had never wanted to meld with her so badly, needing to share his feelings with her so she could understand. âEnough. You have to let me explain mate, so much has changed.â
Kagome lifted her head stubbornly, her eyes blank but her flames growing brighter. âI donât have to do anything...mate.â
Inuyasha frowned, frustration beginning to override his panic at being caught. Did she have to fight with him now? He was willing to beg and grovel but she had to be willing to listen. He might have been a dumb ass, but he wanted to fix this.
âDamn it Kagome, Iâm trying to tell you why I did it!â He brushed the burning flames off his shoulders, growing more annoyed. âBut this all would be settled a lot easier if you would look at your-â
âNo.â Kagome interrupted again, her eyes finally registering an emotion...pain.
Inuyasha felt his heart break, literally felt a deep pain in his chest as he looked at her. He took a cautious step towards her, afraid she was going to shatter. She had never looked more fragile, despite the show of power. His heart twisted painfully again. He just wanted to sweep her up and keep her from anything that might hurt her, unfortunately, that was him right now, âKagome, Iâm so-â
âNo!â Her head snapped up, her eyes blazing with fury before shuttering again, hiding behind a blank face.
Damn it, now she was being ridiculous again. âWould you just-â
âSIT!â
Inuyashaâs face slammed into the floor, pain racking up and down his body. âKagome!â he growled into the hard wood floor, only getting her footsteps in return.
âSango,â the young miko called without turning to look at the demonslayer, âweâre leaving.â
âKagome, please try to calm down." Miroku started, his voice low and soothing, "Sangoâs not going anywhere with you, we're all going to stay here and try to figure this out-â
âShut up Miroku." Sango responded, pushing Miroku back on the ground and picking up Kirara. "Lead the way Kagome."
âKAGOME!â Inuyasha roared into the floor, hating the magic that kept him bound to the wood. What the fuck was she doing? Did all women go crazy when a man wanted to explain himself?
âSit.â she called over her shoulder as she and Sango left, the door slamming behind them.
Inuyasha groaned when the weight pressing him down doubled.
What the hell just happened?
----------------------------------------------------------------
Kagome grabbed Sangoâs wrist and, without another word, dragged her down the temple steps, almost running. Her power masked itself instinctively, surrounding her in a comforting embrace.
âSo whatâs the plan?â Sango dutifully kept up with Kagome, not seemingly nervous being around so much power that could fry her.
âWeâre leaving.â Kagome said determinedly, brushing away the few tears that had escaped. Just saying the words aloud felt...good. So many times she had dreamed of running away. When the police knocked on their door. When her fatherâs funeral pyre was lit. When her mother began slipping further and further away from her, and Souta hung on Dr. Saitoâs every word. When she felt so lonely she wanted to die, until she learned to push it away, to be fine. But she had hung on. She stayed.
It was almost cliche that in the end, it was a guy who was finally making her run from herself.
But she had reached her breaking point. She couldnât handle anything more from Inuyasha. Not any more lies, not any more truth. She just wanted to run and hide. It was childish and immature, but she was past caring. Just how much more was she expected to endure?
Kagome paused leading Sango down the temple steps. âSIT!â she screamed. âSITSITSITSITSITSITSITTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!â She wanted no chance that Inuyasha would follow her.
If Sango thought she had lost her mind, she didnât show it. âSounds fun.â she remarked mildly. âLetâs just make sure Kirara go too.â
As if reminding them she was perched on Sangoâs shoulder, Kirara mewed and rubbed her head against her master's neck.
Kagome paused thoughtfully, her mind working out a plan before nodding. âI think we can manage that.â
âFollow me.â She was suddenly very glad she'd forgotten to remove her money from her sweats before washing them. With a new sense of purpose, Kagome led Sango towards the nearest subway entrance...she was going to get some answers. Hopefully Kagura didn't mind the intrusion...
------------------------------------------------------
Kagura only lifted a brow when her elevator doors opened, silently assessing them. âChickadee, I love visits from you, but in the future just mention my name and cut back on terrifying the doorman, âk? Itâs not his fault heâs demonic enough to be hurt by your angry miko-ness. But come in, come in! You just missed Sess. I kicked him out after he hid my whiteout again. And I had just gotten a couple of cases of it. Men. Demon or not, theyâre all annoying.â
Kagome stepped out, Sango close on her heels. She liked elevators about as much as she liked subways.
Scooping Kirara off her shoulder, Sango stepped out of the elevator and knelt gracefully into a warrior's bow, her gaze respectfully downcast. âLady Kagura. It is an honor to see you again.â
Kagura stopped short, her eyes widening âSango," she said, her voice incredulous. "Sango! It really is you!" She exclaimed, quickly sweeping the taller woman into a fierce hug, "I almost didnât believe Kagome when she told me you were still around. Iâm so glad you see you alive and well!"
Kagura released the tense warrior from her embrace and looked at her face, as if confirming once again, that yes, it was her, "We were all worried about you when you disappeared. Sess sent out a search party, but finally gave you a military funeral.â
Sango blinked, moving back slightly from Kagura to let Kirara crawl up her arm. âI was declared dead?â
âWell there was no way you left. Willingly anyway. We assumed someone on a revenge mission managed to ambush you.â
Sango softened in relief, relaxing more easily into Kaguraâs arms. âI wasnât declared a deserter?â she asked again softly. âI was worried...â
Kagura snorted. âOf course not. You had the trust of Midoriko and Sess. That wasnât anyoneâs concern. The only way you werenât coming to work was if you were dead. Iâm so glad youâre not, by the way. Your fangs are totally fierce.â
She finally released Sango and stepped back, looking them all over again. âWeâre all pissed at our men, am I right? Donât worry, I have chocolate and wine! Except for you Kag. No wine yet. And cream for Kirara. Over here now, weâll all be better in no time.â
Sango stared at Kagura with more then a little awe as she ushered them into the living room, chocolates weighing down the table in between the couches. âThis is very impressive,â she acknowledged, her interest piqued by what seemed to be a miniature fountain flowing with the treat.
Shaking her head at such odd, but appealing, modern gadgets, Sango turned to Kagura and asked, "But is this not....excessive for only three people?"
Shrugging, Kagura settled Kagome down with a plate of chocolate creams, pouring a glass for herself and Sango. Scooping a little cream out of a bowl and onto a plate she put it on the floor for Kirara, who bounded down from Sango to lick it up greedily. âWell, what's the point of having Sesshomaruâs credit card if not to enjoy it? Especially when Iâm angry.â
She leaned back against the couch cushions across from them, elegant in jeans and a long draped sweater. âSo whatâs up sisters dear? And what do you need me to do so you get even with your darling men?â
Kagome, whom up until now, Kagura observed, had been unusually quiet , simply stared at the plate of chocolates in her lap. Her powers however spiked suddenly, as if tensing around her at the mere mention of her poor-idiotic-clueless-mate.
"Kagome," Kagura asked, sidling up gingerly to the young miko, "is there something you want to share with the class?"
âKikyo is alive. Inuyasha was going to betray me,â she said, her voice soft, but her words firm. No anger, not sadness, just a simply stated fact.
Kagura winced. âOuch. Okay, well I guess that puts the whole "Sess stealing my white out" into perspective then.â She paused to sip her wine. âAt least he came clean about it.â
âTechnically... I was the one to mention it.â Sango spoke up, slightly angry at herself for the fact now. It wasn't like Kagome didn't deserve to know, but maybe she hadn't handled it as...tactfully as she should have.
Looking at the young woman now, Sango couldn't help but grimace at the memory of exactly how she'd mentioned it...tact definitely wasn't her strong suit.
âItâs still out in the open." Kagura said, shrugging and helping herself to a chocolate strawberry, "Now you can guilt him about it for a few centuries and move on.â Already her mind was plotting suggestions for Kagome. Maybe she could spin them off into a new book...
Ignoring the chocolates, Kagome set her plate aside to get up, her eyes suddenly sparking with anger. âYouâre speaking as if I will forgive him,â she mentioned, her tone light and a little wondrous, as if the idea itself was laughable.
Kagura licked chocolate off her lips, âTrust me chickadee, itâll be easier for everyone involved to eventually let him off the hook. Youâre stuck with him forever after all.â
Kagome crossed her arms and smiled softly, but her power practically rumbled under her skin. âIâm sorry Kagura, but after all thatâs happened, well, I doubt that the âhappily ever afterâ you seem to be hoping for is going to happen.â Kagome met her eyes then, and her smile fell, âin fact, Iâm sure of it.â
Kagura wasnât fooled, behind that calm demeanor, Kagome was pissed. Pissed and hurt, not a great combination when mixed with the powers rolling off her.
Slowly putting her wine glass down, Kagura dropped the cheery facade and simply asked the question that had been plaguing her since the miko walked in. âKagome, to be clear...what exactly are you mad about?â
âWhat do you mean?â Kagome asked just as simply, âKikyo is alive, and Inuyasha was going to betray me. Should I be happy?â Kagome inquired, her tone slightly amused.
Kagura arched an eyebrow at the response. âNo...you should be pissed as hell, but things are different now.â
âJust what is different?â Kagome practically snapped, her anger sparking a bit more. âHe was going to betray me. Why should I forgive anything if heâs proven himself to be untrustworthy?â
Kagura continued lounging gracefully across the chaise, perfectly content to sit serenely while Kagome fought against her own temper, her calm demeanor beginning to crack.
Kaguraâs chin was propped in her hand as she studied the young miko, all traces of warmth and joking gone from her eyes. âTrust me chickadee, Iâm not saying that Inuyasha is blameless or bastard-less for what he was planning...but have you even looked at your palm?â
Kagome stiffened, and that didnât do a thing to stop her power from raging inside her. âWhat are you saying? Of course I have.â
âI mean recently. Like...today, for instance.â
Sango looked back and forth between them, confused at what Kagura was getting at. Without thinking, she dropped her chocolate strawberry back onto her plate and subtly set her wine down, shifting her body slightly so that she could leap in between the two women if need be.
Kagomeâs fist tightened, almost imperceptibly, as the young woman fought to reign in her anger. â...Why are you asking?â
Kagura lifted an eyebrow before reaching under the table to swipe up a handbook, lazily flipping pages. âHumor me and take a gander.â
Her fingers felt like they were clenched too tight to open. Slowly, she forced them to unfurl, her heart pounding from fear of what she knew she would find.
...blue. A gloriously deep hue of blue. It spoke of the fathomless blue spread of the ocean, the unending stretch of blue sky. Blue was imbedded into the skin of her palm, sinking into the veins that carried blood through her heart. With every pump, she imagined it coursing throughout her body, sweeping Inuyashaâs proof of love everywhere.
Love. Inuyasha loved her. Her. Kagome Higurashi, not Kikyo.
âBlue is a sign of a happy, loving union.â Kagura pointed out a bit unnecessarily. âYashie might have had his doubts in the beginning, so yes, be angry. I donât know what his motivation was, but the moron wanted to betray you. Please, go home and beat him silly. He deserves worse. But Kagome-â Kagura leaned forward, her dark eyes intent. âItâs fucking hard to avoid looking at your hands. It takes a lot of effort. I wouldnât know, considering my shame is easily hidden with long hair. But I bet you could teach me some good avoidance techniques judging by how long it took you to react to the new color.â
Her power snarled, forcing the hairs on the back of her neck and arms to stand up. She could feel a line of petals form around her neck and wrists, pulsing angrily. âYour point?â
Kagura threw the handbook at Kagomeâs feet, making Sango jump from the noise. âYou knew what the colors meant. You might not have paid a lot of attention to the other ones since you were more concerned with black, but you must have had some idea!â Kagura raged, her cheeks flushed. â You know what color your mark is, how Inuyasha feels and yet youâre not happy. Youâre angry, but itâs not because of Kikyo or his possible betrayal!â
Kagura waved away the denials that began to form on the mikoâs lips, âGranted, perhaps at first it was! But now...Kagome, you now have undeniable proof of his feelings for you!â Kagura sat back on her chaise, her face the picture of confusion, âKagome...just what the hell is going through your head? Because coming from an expert, itâs not making any sense.â
âWell, like you keep saying, Iâm weird.â Kagome replied with a brittle smile, âI get all the problems, and none of the rewards. The broken family. The creepy mark. The âsolemnâ duty of risking myself to kill some ancient evil. The same ancient evil my mate was in love with and going to betray me over. So excuse me if Iâm getting tired of it!â Her voice broke at the end, frustration warring with her anger. She felt old all of a sudden. And so unbelievably tired. It was too much.
Kagura rolled her eyes, âAh, hello, those benefits are about to start rolling in! As far as Iâm concerned, the betrayal thing is a lucky break since you can hold that above his head for the rest of eternity. And once you save me with your new kick-ass powers, the Lord of the West, one of the most powerful demons in the entire world, will be at your debt. And I feed you awesome food. Look, I get that being almost betrayed is painful-â
âItâs not just that!â Kagome snapped, tempted to start pulling her hair out. âThis, this-â she held her mark away from her like it was disgusting. âThis is worse than that!â
The blue hurt her eyes, but she forced herself to stare at it anyway. âThis...this he can hurt me with.â she whispered, feeling small. âI could have gotten over the betrayal if it had happened. I was strong before. After everyone had left me, I had learned how to get by. How to push it away and ignore it. It was easy to pretend to be fine. But then last night...â
She closed her hand into a fist when tears pricked at her eyes, trying to focus on the pain her nails caused instead. âI was weak. I let myself depend on Inuyasha. Not to leave me, for death, or depression, or coping. But to be there for me.â A grim smile touched her mouth. âTo put the pieces back together.â
She shook, increasingly unaware of Kaguraâs and Sangoâs complete attention on her. âAnd he did. He picked up the pieces but he didnât do it right. He changed them around and made them fit differently. He mixed in pieces of himself. And now the pieces wonât fit right without him.â
Kagura and Sango glanced at each other, completely confused but afraid to ask.
âDonât you see? Inuyasha can hurt me!â Kagomeâs nails dug harder into the moon. âHe can leave me, and take his pieces away forever. And if those pieces are gone, I wonât even be able to be fine again.â she laughed darkly. âAnd to think I was happy this morning about it. Like it was some great thing. But now I see he can leave me, just like the others. But now heâs made me so fucking vulnerable.â
Her furious gaze swung back to Kagura, suddenly remembering she was there. âSo of course Iâm only looking at the black. Thereâs no way I can deal with the blue yet.â
Kagura waited a beat. âKagome, you still havenât explained how all this will happen if he loves you.â
âBecause now heâll be nicer. Sweeter. More tender. Heâll look at me the way a guy should look at his girl, and Iâll melt. I wonât stand a chance. Heâll make me love him.â Kagome explained, clearly miserable.
Kagura raised a brow. âAh chickadee...you already do.â
Her heart dropped and her power died down, defeated. Her eyes started to water, even with the shame that accompanied it. âI know, and I...Iâm scared.â
Kaguraâs face fell in concern. âOh honey.â
Before Kagome could drag in a shuddering breath, Kagura prodded her to the couch, forcing her to lean against her as she rubbed her back soothingly. Slightly more uneasy, Sango clumsily patted her shoulder.
âI hate this!â Kagome raged, feeling the fabric of Kaguraâs expensive shirt start to grow wet. âI was never like this before him. I never even felt the urge to cry.â
Kagura started to rock back and forth. âThat evil bastard. Go ahead sweetie, itâs all his fault.â
âI didnât think it would be like this. So...consuming. If I had known this is where I would have ended up, I would have fought more.â If only she had hit him harder with the candy bowl. She could have knocked him out, and run away, had him carted off to jail for breaking and entering, never gotten to know him and avoided this pain, this uncertainty.
âYou still can. God knows the moron still has a lot of explaining to do and cash to burn. Itâll be alright Kag, I promise.â
âBut itâll hurt worse when he goes.â Kagome muttered stubbornly, still trying to resist. âA bitch like Kikyo I can rage against, have something to blame. Thatâs easy to focus on. What am I supposed to do when sheâs not the problem anymore? When all thereâs left is...this?â
âThen you deal with it.â Kagura pointed out matter-of-factly. âYouâre worried about being vulnerable, well dealing with Inuyasha is the best way to take care of it.â
âHe can still leave me. Love doesnât change that.â Kagome tried again. âIt just hurts worse.â
Sango sighed. âKagome, look.â She pried her fingers away from Kaguraâs shoulder, shoving the mark under her nose. âThe mark is blue. He loves you. Whatever he had with Kikyo is just that, past tense. All the ways youâre worried heâll leave you by...itâll all be unwilling.â
âSheâs right. Youâre completely stuck with him.â Kagura chimed in. âYouâre pretty much screwed.â
Kagome only sobbed harder into Kaguraâs neck, no traces of her anger remaining.
Still rocking her back and forth, Kagura smoothed her hand over Kagomeâs hair. âI know itâs scary chickadee. Itâs one of the reasons I fought Sesshomaru so hard. I get it. But let me tell you something as a woman thatâs fallen. One day youâll wake up, see him lying next to you...and it wonât be so scary anymore. Itâll become as expected as your next breath.â
Kagome finally fell silent, her body limp and depending completely on the support of Kagura to hold her up. âIt was almost like that this morning.â she whispered, suddenly wishing with all her might to be back in the moment with Inuyasha.
âSee? Hush now Kagome, everythingâs going to be all right.â Kagura gently pushed Kagome up, wiping her tears away with the edge of her sweater. âNow be the tough, hearing-voices-crazy chickadee I know you as, eat some chocolate and come up with ways to get him back. I would get rid of all TV channels except for Lifetime, but thatâs just me.â She reached over to hand Kagome her plate back to her, the sparkle back in her eyes. âMovies about battered women and eating disorders gets them in a different frame of mind fast.â
Kagome chuckled weakly, finally biting into one of her chocolates. She still felt upset but not as frantically panicked. Steadier almost, without crossing back to the numbness she was so used to feeling.
Clapping her hands, Kagura snapped her attention to Sango. âOne crisis averted, another one to go! What can Dr. Kagura help you with today?â
Sango paused with a piece of dark chocolate halfway to her mouth, eyes wide.
âCâmon, you can share with us!â Kagura encouraged. âIâd love to hear about your mate. Iâve never heard of a case of a human being turned into a demon, so the mate aspect should be insanely interesting.â
Sango slowly put the chocolate in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. âI had never heard of it either to be honest.â she admitted. âIâm still not sure exactly what Midoriko did.â
Kagura leaned forward eagerly, wishing for a pen and paper but worried about offending Sango. âWhat happened that day?â
âMidoriko summoned me when she was in labor with her child. She told me she was sorry she had to do it, but I was the only one she trusted to go after Kikyo and Naraku. However, there was no way I could assassinate her when she was so loved, so Midoriko decided I should wait for the right time to be released.â Sango started to explain, twirling her wine glass between her fingers. She stared at the remains of the liquid, her mind 500 years away from them. âIt was painful. A thousand times worse then any injury Iâd ever received. I could feel my body morphing. My bones broke and reshaped themselves, muscles tore, everything felt like it was on fire... and then there was just darkness.â
âDid she say some sort of spell? Do a ritual?â Kagura asked. âIt should be impossible to turn a human into a demon.â
Sango shrugged. âHer power wrapped around me, and that was that. She told me I would remain a demon until I slay Kikyo and Naraku. That was the last thing I ever heard her say.â
Kagome listened closely, easily distracted from her own problems by Sangoâs story. âWhere did she get the power to transform you? She was clearly dying. Her ribbons were frayed and ratty.â
Sango looked over, brow furrowed. âRibbons? What ribbons?â
âHer power. Donât you remember, she had those long strands of light? I always thought they looked like ribbons.â
There was a strange expression on Kaguraâs face. âKagome, where do you think the flame on your hand comes from? Her power appeared as fire. It was well known as her symbol and her seal. Where are you getting this ribbon idea from?â
Kagome stared back at them. âIâm positive the only flames I saw in Sangoâs memory were the flames the prayer beads created. Ribbons emerged from Midoriko. Didnât you see it that way Sango?â
She shook her head. âI was definitely surrounded by fire when Midoriko changed me.â
Kagura and Sango exchanged worried glances. âRibbons.â Kagura repeated, shaking her head. âChickadee, you are getting weirder and weirder.â
âMaybe itâs because of some family bond?â Sango suggested.
âMaybe.â Kagura said doubtfully. âIâve never heard of a miko being able to see each otherâs power signatures differently, but maybe itâs something no one in the craft has ever mentioned. Iâll have to make some calls.â she sighed. âMy to-do list is getting longer and longer because of you.â
âSorry.â Kagome said simply, not sure what else to say. She hadnât even considered there was anything different in the way she saw Midoriko's power.
Kagura popped a piece of chocolate in her mouth. âEh, at least things are lively again. Itâs been boring the last few centuries.â A thoughtful look crossed her face when she glanced back at Sango. â...prayer beads?â
Sangoâs face tightened, not revealing anything.
Kagura gasped, nearly spilling her wine. âThat was you?!? You were the demon mate that stupid asshole put in prayer beads?â
Face still stark, Sango just nodded once.
Kagura sat back, looking disgusted. âGive me your new address and Iâll send the demon slayers for him right now. Iâll give you plenty of warning so you donât accidentally link up with him while theyâre taking care of him.â
Finally finished with her cream, Kirara hopped onto Sangoâs lap, purring. Sangoâs fingers settled in her catâs fur, stroking her slowly. âThank you, but Iâve already taken care of it. And-â she hesitated, looking down at Kirara. â-heâs getting better.â
Kaguraâs mouth dropped. â...please donât tell me I have to worry about you becoming one of those battered women.â
âOf course not!â Sango snapped. âDonât be ridiculous. Itâs just...heâs actually starting to try. And he ripped the beads apart. Theyâre unusable now.â
Kagura didnât look convinced. âIâd still feel better if you had the slayers on speed dial.â she grumbled.
Sango blinked blankly. âSpeed dial?â
â...Canât you see heâs abusing you?â Kagura wailed. âHow can you live in the 21st century and not know about speed dial? Has he kept you under a rock?â
Privately, Kagome wondered how much she was teaching Inuyasha about the new era he had found himself in. Would he have known what it was either?
Sango shrugged, unconcerned. âThereâs no point to learning much about this century. Once I complete my duty, Iâll be free from all this.â
Kagura narrowed her eyes. âFree how?â
âMidoriko said I would be a demon until I killed those two. I imagine I would revert back to human form and pass on to the next world.â
âWait, you want to die?â Kagome gasped. For a brief, horrible moment she was reminded of her mother all over again.
Sango sighed. âIâm weary, Kagome. This duty is the only reason Iâm still alive, and I want to finish it so I can see my family on the other side.â
Instead of freaking out Like Kagome expected her to, Kagura frowned at Sango instead. âI can understand that, but Sango, havenât you bonded with your asshole mate?â
â...why do you ask?â
âWell itâs just...oh fuck.â Kagura suddenly bent over, clutching her head in her hands. âFucking bastard.â she hissed, starting to shake.
Kagome put her hand on Kaguraâs shoulder, trying to see her face. âKagura, whatâs wrong?â
âMove.â
Kagome jerked back in shock when Sesshomaru was suddenly kneeling in front of Kagura, dislodging her hand in the process. âWhere did you come from?â she gasped, her heart pounding. Hadnât Kagura said she kicked him out?
âWell a long, long time ago, Sesshomaruâs parentâs loved each other very much...â Kagura trailed off from her joke, moaning.
Sesshomaru took one of her hands, letting her dig her fingernails into his skin. âHush mate. Breath for me.â
Kagura inhaled slowly, her eyes screwed shut. âOhhh, heâs really pissed today.â
Sesshomaru growled, and Kagome quickly got off the couch, unashamedly sitting close to Sango across from them.
âNaraku.â He snarled, his free hand cupping the side of Kaguraâs head. âYou will be paid back tenfold for this.â
Kagome gasped, Sango looking on confused.
Kagura winced. âHe really didnât like that.â
Kagomeâs power tingled under her skin, making her shift uncomfortably. She narrowed her eyes noticing...something out of the corner of her eye. It was blurred and out of focus, wavering in the air next to Kagura. She shook her head hard, trying to ignore whatever was wrong with her eyes when Kagura was in obvious pain. It dissipated immediately, making her power grumble before settling down.
Sango leaned into her. âWhatâs going on?â
Kagome just shook her head, knowing better then to be the one to explain.
âI promise you Kagura, it will not be like this forever.â Sesshomaru swore, his eyes beginning to flicker back and forth from red to white.
Kagura managed a weak smile. âI know. I have faith in us.â she gentled her squeeze on his hand so she could lace their fingers together, sweat beginning to bead on her forehead.
She bit down hard on her lip when the sleeve of her sweater turned red before sighing in relief. âHeâs gone.â
Sesshomaru didnât reply, instead stripping the sleeve off the rest of her shirt to examine her arm. âStay sit and wait for me to retrieve the first aid kit.â
Just as quickly he was gone, and they were left staring at her arm. Kagura sighed, and picked up the discarded sleeve to wipe up her arm. âDonât worry, it looks worse then is really is.â she tried to reassure them. âItâs really not too deep.â
Kagome opened her mouth to reply, before getting a good look at her arm. Blood flowed slightly from the scratches, but Kagura was right, they werenât too severe.
It was the shape of a long ribbon cut into her skin, curling into a M that concerned Kagome.
âWhat the hell?â Sango breathed, noticing the wound.
Kagura glanced down and sighed. âIâm starting to miss my life when it was boring.â she grumbled.
âAs I am your mate, you cannot claim to ever be bored.â Sesshomaru pointed out mildly, suddenly appearing out of nowhere again, a big white box in his hands. He stared at her arm, almost wanting to sigh. âPerhaps a little dullness wouldnât be remiss.â
Kagura arched a brow. âHow much did you hear?â
âI returned for paperwork I left in my office almost immediately.â He didnât want to admit he was hoping sheâd share her chocolate with him. Even if he did hide her whiteout on the roof.
He wiped the rest of the blood away, and studied the wound for a moment before spreading antibacterial cream over the cuts. âThis is troubling.â he announced.
âTell me about it.â Kagura agreed.
âMaybe Naraku is just playing with you?â Kagome suggested. âWe were just talking about Midoriko and her power.â
Kagura and Sesshomaru glanced at each other. âNarakuâs never done anything like this. He slices and gets out. And besides, I didnât feel him melding with me until the pain came.â
Sesshomaru only looked at her.
âI really can tell all the time!â she shot back, obviously bringing up an old argument. âHe does not meld without me knowing heâs around.â
âKagura, you are the one who wrote the book.â Sesshomaru reminded her. âThe only people who can detect mind melding is a demonâs mate and family. The rules are not different for you.â
Kagura glared at him, âI can tell.â she said again, determined to be stubborn.
Sesshomaru chose to wrap a bandage around her arm instead of arguing further, knowing she wouldnât give up. It was enough that he knew he was right.
Which meant Kagome could be right as well. Naraku could be fooling them after listening in on their conversation and they were becoming alarmed for no reason.
However...he placed his claw next to one of the cuts. Granted, Sesshomaru was much bigger then Naraku and better in all ways. But the mark was too small and too dull to have come from a demonic hand.
âI hate to interrupt, but whatâs going on?â Sango asked carefully.
Kagura sighed before reaching over to pick another chocolate. âI suppose my man problems are a little more complicated then missing whiteout after all.â
-------------------------------------------------------------
Kagome walked slowly towards the temple steps, Sango and Kirara at her side. She was glad she had ârun awayâ for those few hours, even with all the craziness that had happened at Kaguraâs apartment. But it was time to go back. She couldnât avoid it forever.
She glanced over at Sango, who still looked slightly shocked. âAre you ok?â
âJust absorbing.â she said quietly. âHer whole story...itâs a lot to take in.â
Kagome nodded, understanding perfectly. âThanks for walking me back. Are you sure you want to head to Mirokuâs?â
She shrugged, âI will eventually. Thereâs a few other places I want to stop by.â
âYou can come in if you like.â Kagome offered, hopeful.
Sango allowed herself a small smile, and Kagome sighed in defeat. It had been worth a try.
âIâll see you soon then. Donât break Miroku into too many pieces!â She tried to force a cheerful note to her tone.
Sango didnât even blink. âI would never be that sloppy.â
â...er, Iâll just talk to you later then.â
Sango inclined her head once before spinning on her heel and walking off, not looking back.
Kagome shoved her hands into her sweat pockets before looking up at the steps. She wasnât looking forward to climbing them. Or sneaking into her house. Souta might be home by now, and she didnât want him to see her walking like her rib had never been injured.
Steeling herself, she began to walk again, dreading reaching the top. And possibly seeing Inuyasha.
Visiting with Kagura had helped, but ultimately, she had to talk to Inuyasha.
As she reached the top, she could hear voices and a ball being kicked around. Kneeling close to the steps, she peeked her head over the top, only to see Inuyasha and Souta kicking a soccer ball around in the courtyard. Her heart stopped, and she crouched lower, trying to hide while still being able to watch at the same time.
âInuyashaaaaaaaaaaa.â Souta groaned. âYou dribble with the side of your foot, not your toes.â
âFeh. Then the ball shouldnât be round.â
Souta burst out laughing at Inuyashaâs disgruntled face before lining the ball up again. âJust try with the side of your feet.â
âWhatever you say kid.â Inuyasha narrowed his eyes at the ball, determined to try hard for her brotherâs sake.
She smiled in spite of herself. For an evil snake bastard, he was amazing with Souta. Especially now, when her brother needed a distraction.
She glanced down at her closed fist. And he loved her.
Her heart wanted to soften, but she wouldnât let it. Not until they both talked. Now that she was calmer...she would let him say his peace.
Carefully, she crept around the base of the hill until she could reach the house without Inuyasha and Souta spotting her. She knew Inuyasha could probably smell her, but she wasnât ready to talk to him yet. She just wanted to lock herself in her room for a little extra escape time.
Tomorrow. They would finally talk tomorrow. Souta would be in school, and nothing would distract them. She wanted no interruptions or rushing to make it harder then it already was. Tomorrow she would finally face her demon.
---