I have no claim to any of the characters of Inuyasha, I just like to mess with them. This is my Sesshomaru/ Kagome story though it may take a while to get there. Hope you hang in there with me.
Sesshomaru in Paris
His name was Maki and he cut a rather ridiculous figure as he made his way down the mountain pass. He was dressed in brand new kaki hiking shorts, regulation kaki shirt, hiking boots and a hat that looked too big for him. From his belt hung a water bottle and various other devises the guy from the sports shop insisted were indispensable to the well equipped hiker. Makoto Ono was his real name but everyone called him Maki. He looked at the map the resort had given him and around the surrounding area. There was no escaping the fact he was lost.
"Shit!" he said sitting on a large rock and lighting a cigarette.
He recently had a minor cardiac episode. His doctor told him to take a vacation. "You need clean air and exercise," the doctor had said suggesting a mountain resort in Japan's northern region.
So here he was in the great open spaces. He at least had his camera with him though right now he was only shooting the occasional freaking squirrel. By trade Maki was a fashion photographer, a good one, in great demand. He made extremely good money at his profession not to mention the perk of being around pretty girls all the time. Maki was a small thin man of about forty three years his thinning hair was longish making it always look a bit disheveled and he sported a thin mustache. He was no dream but he was smart and good at what he did and maneuvering in his chosen world. Beside his respectable work in the fashion world he had another profession, what he felt was his calling, and his passion. Maki was one of the Paparazzi. There was nothing that got his blood pumping more than hiding in a bush or behind a car on a hunch waiting for one the "beautiful people" to do something naughty or embarrassing. It paid extremely well but besides that he loved the chase, he loved the danger.
Maki sighed as he crushed his cigarette beneath his shoe. To think that he was reduced to wildlife photography in this god forsaken place where he didn't know where he was. He stood and something flashed at the edge of his vision. He stood quietly and heard the faint sound of rushing water. Perhaps a waterfall, there was one on his map and if it was the same he would know where he was and be able to find his way back. He followed the sound and there just beyond the trees was a water fall and something else. Maki craned his neck a bit and squinted to get a better look. A figure was preparing to enter the waterfall. All he could really see was an extremely long sweep of platinum hair and long shapely legs. She was nude, of that he was sure and tall really tall. Maki licked his lips and looked through his camera view adjusting the magnification of the lens and adjusting the clarity. Her back was to him, she was a big girl that was for sure, maybe a foreign tourist judging by her skin tone and height. Perhaps a Scandinavian girl, he always loved those big Swedish girls. He began to shoot pictures, the hair moved to show a quick flash of toned buttocks, there was a quick flash of the side of her face showing high cheekbones. She entered the waterfall and was somewhat obscured from his view. He watched in rapture the flesh tone beneath the water imagining the delights within. Maki kept snapping pictures; he had a lot of memory on his state of the art digital camera and could not wait to see what he was getting. Finally she stepped from the waterfall, she tossed her long wet hair and he could see she had really broad shoulders. Broad shoulders usually meant really big tits, he could hardly wait!
"Come on sweetheart, turn around," he said quietly under his breath.
She stopped suddenly as if she had heard him. That was impossible, thought Maki, not at this distance she must have heard something in the water. Maki continued snapping pictures watching through the view finder as she turned her face a little more towards him. Suddenly, she turned and Maki gasped and almost dropped his camera. Instead of the large round breasts he was hoping for he saw a broad muscular chest and a defined six pack not only that, this guy was really hung, he had some package on him.
"Aw gee," said Maki still snapping pictures more from force of habit. Where was his woman, he wanted his woman back.
It seemed like he just blinked and he was gone. Maki looked up in surprise but he was gone in an instant. Maki turned and almost dropped his camera again; the tall platinum blond man was standing right in front of him. He was wearing a white and red man's kimono loosely belted so that the top lay open revealing a powerful chest not only that he had pointed ears, the man growled showing well defined fangs. It was more than Maki could take and he fainted.
When Maki came to the man was sitting on a rock regarding him, he was now fully dressed. His kimono was now properly closed in the front; he had added hakama pants and soft boots that seemed almost of Mongolian design. He wore an elaborate breast plate that extended over one should with large sharp spikes the body of which was covered with a rich dark blue cloth embroidered with gold. He wore an elaborate sash of yellow and blue silk and a sword. Over one shoulder he wore a large lush white fur. Maki was trembling hard with fear; his heart was pounding so hard he felt like he would drop dead. Part of him, part of his mind, despite this could not help but notice how beautiful this man or whatever was. His features were definitely oriental though his eyes were gold and his skin was light and luminous. He had strong even features and his skin was marked by beautiful stripes on his cheeks and a blue crescent moon on his forehead, he was stunning.
"Who are you, human, what was it that you were doing with this?" Almost faster than Maki could comprehend the tall man had taken the camera from his hand and was turning it over looking at it.
Maki suddenly found his courage when his beloved camera was threatened. "Hey watch it!" he said trying to take back the camera. The man held it up out of his reach regarding him again with those amazing gold eyes. "Give it back!" Maki sighed, "give it back and I'll show you how it works."
"First tell me who you are human," said the man in a deep resonant voice.
"Maki, everyone calls me Maki, my camera is how I earn my living."
"Cam-e-ra," said the man slowly giving it back to Maki, "show me."
Maki took the camera and turned it over to where the view screen was. He pushed some buttons to show the pictures he was taking.
"Is this sorcery?" said the man. "How is this possible?"
"No sorcery," said Maki smiling a bit, relaxing, "it's a camera, it records pictures with light, here, take a picture of me."
Maki gave the camera back to the man, "see, just look at the screen, line it up and push the button on top." The man did this and Maki took the camera and show him what he had recorded."
"A wonder," said the man looking at the tiny screen. He looked up at Maki, "I am Sesshomaru, the great dog demon ruler of the western lands."
Maki bowed to him, "Lord Sesshomaru," he said, he was no fool. Something in the back of his quick mind told him that this could be a potentially advantageous meeting.
Sesshomaru smiled, this small human reminded him of one he had traveled with long ago. "I wish to walk the human world again you shall help me."
Maki was taken aback by the order, no one ordered him around. Again that voice in the back of his mind told him to play along. He smiled, "I could do that, it seems you have not been in the human world for a very long time."
"About four hundred years since I last walked among you."
"Then you will need to listen to me because the world has changed a great deal. People no longer believe in demons. Seeing you may be more than they can comprehend and you will not have the true human experience I think perhaps you want unless of course you are here to conquer and destroy, then of course it does not matter."
"I have no wish to destroy but there are many ways to conquer. What do you suggest?"
"Well," said Maki bolding walking around Sesshomaru studying him, "you're pretty wild looking which actually is not a bad thing in this world in fact it could work to your advantage. Can you look a little more human?"
"What do you mean?" said Sesshomaru.
"Just the pointed ears and the fangs oh, and the claws," said Maki, "can you do something about them?"
"My human form is somewhat of an illusion I can adjust it." Sesshomaru closed his eyes and his ears became rounded and lay closer to his head he opened his eyes and showed his teeth which were now white and even and very human his long slim fingers now sported human looking nails. "How is that?" he said.
"I think it will do," said Maki. "Can you do anything about those markings on your face?"
Sesshomaru's eyes flashed red, "they stay!"
"Sure, sure," said Maki shaking a bit, "tattoos are in now anyway, people think they're sexy. We need to get back to the resort. I'll check out and take you to the city. I have a really nice apartment in Tokyo with lots of room you can stay with me while you get accustomed to things. I'm a bit lost though; I'm not sure how to get down off the mountain."
Sesshomaru waved his arm and encased them in a bubble of light. In an instant they were standing in the resort parking lot.
"That was amazing," said Maki, "we'll need to take my car to Tokyo, though. Stay here while I check out, I won't be long."
Sesshomaru stood on the parking lot, what a strange world this was. Everywhere he looked there were machines. Machines speeding on strips of stone, machines in the water, flying machines in the air. Everywhere he looked there were machines, zipping and popping, singing, talking, whirring the sound was almost unbearable, the smell assaulted his nose. Had he made a mistake traveling to the human world from the demon realm? No, he had made no mistake; all that he loved was gone from his world nothing remained but loneliness. His mother was there but they rarely spoke, she had her own life and seemed to embrace the solitude. Humans passed him as he waited; they stared as they passed some lifted cameras and recorded pictures of light. Why they did this he had no clue.
Soon Maki emerged from the resort carrying suitcases. He led Sesshomaru to a machine like the ones he saw speeding down the strips of stone. He unlocked the doors and opened one which had seats inside, "okay Lord Sesshomaru," he said cheerfully, "get in and we are on our way."
