Guy's.

Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuy's. I just started playing The Witcher and I AM OBSESSED WITH EVERYTHING ABOUT IT! IT'S EVERYTHING I LOVE ABOUT AN RPG AND FANTASY!

Then there fucking Vampire Diaries that my friend forced me to watch, Honestly ELENA FUCKING SUUUUUUUUUUUCKS! GOD I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT HER! 'Oh, but it's love!' NO IT IS FUCKING NOT! YOU KNEW EACH OTHER FOR A DAY OR TWO! HE FUCKIN' STALKED YOU BECAUSE YOU LOOK LIKE KATHRINE. YOU LITERALLY HAD SEX AFTER TWO-THREE DAYS OF KNOWING ONE ANOTHER!

WHAT. IS. EVEN?!

THERE WASN'T EVEN ANY GODDAMN DEVELOPMENT BETWEEN THE TWO! ELENA IS A FUCKING SUE!

Honestly The only reason I Kept watching was to see Sassy-ass Damon, and then later for Klaus (Stupid sexy accent).

And at least they don't sparkle (Who would think someone who sparkles is a dangerous predator? Certainly not damon, thats for sure).

Also, a little background on Emiko, and yes, mama higurashi is different then cannon (Gonna have to be to be married to Takeshi and have Kaname as a daughter). Also, thank you guy's for the kind words! I know some of you want longer chapter's and I will try and do that bit by bit, This one is a little longer then the last (Sorry if it's not as long as you liked). Those of you who have sent me the Request of an Ushio No Tora crossover, it may take some time because I have only ever watched like one episode before (For some odd reason the hair really fucking annoyed me), so it will take some time until i have grasped the characters personality's.

I'm stuck between a Mass Effect crossover, or a bleach one (And now a goddamn Witcher one, cursed game!).

Probably get back into Feudal Era next chapter.

Lastley, Dragon Age 2 Crossover at the bottom.

NOW LETS COMMENCE THE READING!

Because...Mother knows best.

She was ignoring me.

She locked herself up in her room and ignored me whenever she came out. She went to school, came back and did her chores, then locked herself in her room and only came out when it was time to eat. I gave her some space, I didn't push her when I tried to talk to her, but this was just ridiculous.

Lord Sesshomaru commented on how much I seemed to have spoiled Kagome for her to act like this.

Honestly, I thought with a sigh. I really must have spoiled her too much if she is throwing such a hissy-fit over that half breed. I mused, soaking in the sun as I sat under the sacred tree. I glanced upwards, seeing lord Sesshomaru lounging in one of the branches with a history book in hand, before turning back to watch Souta practice his kata's for kendo. "Hn...I had forgotten how...form fitting these clothes were." I muttered, picking at the modern clothing my mother had gotten me. I was wearing tan cargo pants that hung on my hip's, a white pullover sweater that stopped below my breasts, exposing my stomach, and sandals. When lord Sesshomaru had seen me, he had stared for a good few minutes, eye's seeming to linger on my stomach, before 'hn'ing and leaping into the tree to read.

Was that a good 'Hn.' or a bad 'Hn'?

"Souta, move your foot forwards a bit more, and bend your knees more." I called out. Souta paused, blinked and adjusted accordingly. He looked over to me questionably, "There we go." I confirmed, he smiled before going back to swinging.

"Ame-kun!" my mother called out, walking over towards us with glasses of juice and a small plate of mochi. She smiled, pausing in front of my brother and letting him take a break, before continuing towards where I sat. "I thought you and lord Sesshomaru would like something to eat and drink while outside on such a nice day." she informed me, gesturing to the bright sunny day and cool wind.

"Thank you, mother." I smiled, grabbing the tray and setting it down next to me, I didn't need to look up as Sesshomaru came to sit by me. I offered him a glass as he set his book down, and as I did I noticed Kagome coming out of the well house, a frustrated look about her. She was probably trying to undo the seal on the well. "Kagome! Won't you come and join us?" I called over towards her. She glared at me, before throwing her nose up and heading towards the house, "Oh, come now Kagome! Surely you realize how childish this is of you! This is for your own good!"

"Childish?! MY OWN GOOD?!" she yelled back, her face set in a scowl. "HOW IS THIS FOR MY OWN GOOD?! YOU SEPARATED ME FROM MY FRIENDS AND CONDEMNED HUNDREDS TO DEATH!"

I rolled my eye's, hearing Sesshomaru let out an annoyed huff, "You are being dramatic. May I remind you that those 'Friends' of yours, are also the reason that you have almost died a fair number of times." I pointed out with a raised brow, I heard a gasp and turned towards my shocked mother, who looked horrified by what I said. "Mother?"

"D-Died?" she stuttered worriedly, looking over at Kagome for a moment. "W-What do you m-mean?"

"Oh? Did Kagome not tell you of her travels?" I questioned, seeing my sister tense from the corner of my eye.

"Y-Yes, but...S-she never said anything about..." she trailed off, her face paling at what she seemed to have just learned. "She said that I-Inuyasha was..."

"NEE-CHAN! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT-" Kagome stated as she started to stomp over towards us.

"I have every right, Kagome." I cut in with a sharp glare, freezing Kagome to the spot. "You seem to deem it necessary to not tell mother about what it is that your travels entail, and I understand not wanting to worry mother by not specifying anything to her, I would have probably done the same. Yet, straight out not telling her that it is dangerous is not acceptable! You cannot lie to mother and say that you won't get hurt as you travel with that half-breed trash! I have seen him 'protecting' you, and I must say," I sniffed, putting my juice down to not break the glass in irritation and worrying mother even more. "I am not impressed by that thing running off and almost letting you be killed because of his own incompetence."

"Kagome!" Emiko scolded her, hurt written on her face at the fact that her daughter had lied to her about what was happening on the other side.

Kagome sighed in frustration, "Mama, It's really not that dangerous-" she tried to defend herself, but I cut her off again, I was not going to let her weasel her way out of this.

"Yes it is." I stated. "If you think that having some of your soul stolen by a dead priestess is not dangerous, then you obviously must be put into therapy."

"Her SOUL?!" Mother cried in horror.

"Mama-"

"Nee-chan's soul is missing?!" Souta exclaimed in fear as he came over when he heard the commotion. He quickly turned to a distressed Kagome, "Is it because of that creepy demon with the mask?!"

I, along with mother, turned a sharp glare towards the two. "What demon?" we questioned. I frowned even more when Kagome send a murderous glare towards Souta.

Mother pursed her lips, a steel glint passing her eye's as she stared down my sister. "Kagome, I know how much this whole adventure means to you, but I am not liking what I am hearing right now. Especially when you have been telling me that nothing has happened to you, along with you reassuring me that Inuyasha was keeping you safe from harm!" here I swore I heard Sesshomaru snort at the thought of Inuyasha able to protect anyone. "Instead I am hearing that your part of your soul was taken from you from your sister. So, in light of this revelation, you are grounded Kagome!" she decided with a nod.

Kagome gasped, "What?!" as if she wasn't expecting this from mother. Well, yes, this seems like a normal reaction when a mother hears whats been happening to her children. I thought with an eye-roll. "But mama you know that-!"

"No, Kagome! I will not change my mind about this!" Mother stated sternly. "Grounded. That means going to school and immediately back, No going out with friends, No dates, No visitors, and Defiantly no Feudal Era!"

Seeing as she was not about to move, Kagome let out a frustrated yell before marching back into the house, slamming the door close.

I shook my head at my sisters behavior, guess thats what happens when I wasn't there for three years to properly guide her. I then looked over towards mother with concern after hearing a weary and defeated sigh, watching her deflate as Souta looked worriedly on. "Souta, why don't you go back inside and do your homework?" I suggested.

Souta frowned, glancing at mother before looking back. "...Are you sure?" he questioned unsure, probably wanting to do something about mother looking so depressed at the moment.

"Ah. Don't worry, I'll handle it." I reassured with a smile, "And stay away from Kagome for a bit, alright? She needs to cool off from this, and I don't want you to be in the line of fire." he pursed his lip's but nodded, giving a quick kiss to Mother's cheek before heading inside. Once Souta was gone, I turned towards my mother, furrowing my brows at how sad she looked. "Mother...?"

"Oh, Kaname...How could I be so blind?" she whispered.

"Mother, it is not your fault. Kagome had blatantly lied to you, and you know how surprisingly sneaky she can be when she doesn't want anyone in her business." I pointed out, giving her mother a hug before leaning back. "You deserve some rest mother, So go inside and get some sleep. I'll take care of dinner tonight and make sure everything is fine."

"Oh, Kaname are you sure?" Emiko questioned, glancing at the silent lord next to me- who had gone back to reading some time ago- and back. "You seem rather busy at the moment, and I don't want to-"

"Mother, please go rest. Lord Sesshomaru understands."

"Hn, even a mother needs her rest from carrying for her children." He agreed, his amber eye's flicking over to meet brown.

After some more talking I was finally able to get my mother to agree to go and take a well needed nap. After she had left I heaved a sigh, relaxed my shoulders and leaned back onto the tree with a small satisfied smile.

"And how long were you planning that?" Sesshomaru questioned me, a small smirk on his lips as he closed his book. I smiled in response.

"Yesterday night when I heard Kagome complaining to my mother." I answered. "I figured out that she had not told mother everything about her adventure, especially when mother wasn't even a bit worried about Kagome's safety. I thought it strange because my mother is very protective of my siblings and I, a trait that seemed to have rubbed off onto her from my late father, and seeing as the Feudal Era is very dangerous time period infested with demons and what not, my mother not fretting over her well being just gave her away." I explained calmly, nibbling on a mochi. I should bring some of this back for Rin. I decided, knowing she would just love the little treats. "I've realized that this plan of mine will make Kagome furious at me for quite some time, and it pains me to know that my sister seems to want to kill me at the moment..." I frowned at this. Kagome has never actually hated me this much before, the closes to this was the incident when I threatened all the boy's in her school to stay away from her when she was younger. "But if it means having mother on my side to keep her away from the well, keep her here where it is safer then there, then It was well worth it." I shrugged.

At least Souta still seem to adore me.

"Hn." Sesshomaru responded, "And the seal?"

"Almost done with it, just needs a little more tweaking." I informed him with a smirk. "Oh, speaking of seal's..." I mumbled, digging into my pockets and pulling out a ring. "My lord, I have made something for you so we are able to go out into the city." I answered when I saw the questioning gaze towards the ring. I had made it after our first night here, Sesshomaru had commented on desiring to see the city's and the things I have talked about, but knew he couldn't because of his appearance. No one knew of the existence of demons in this age, only passing them off as fairy tails and story's to scare children, and with how Sesshomaru look's...

Well, needless to say he couldn't really be seen out in public without gaining attention. I also knew that Sesshomaru took great pride in his appearance and hair, so anyone saying something he didn't like about it would have irritated him. There was also no way he would cut and dye his hair, so I decided to do something about it.

Thus, the ring.

"It took my long into the night to be able to do this, but I found a concealment chant in one of my family's old scrolls. Through some digging and thinking, I was able to convert it so it would conceal your demonic nature. It should leave you the appearance of a handsome mortal man from anyone not spiritually aware. And even then, they must have quite some power to be able to see through this." I explained as I gave it to him. He looked it over, and seemed pleased that it was a simple silver band with the chant carved on the inside of the ring. "It will not be able change your clothing, so I must ask that you wear some of my late fathers clothing to fit in. It will also not hide the fact that you have lost your arm." I pointed out.

He was silent for a moment, thinking about this, before nodding his head. "Hn." he then proceeded to put the ring onto his middle finger. Immediately his silver hair darkened to black with a tint of blue, his noble markings disappearing leaving flawless skin, his golden eye's were replaced with a dark blue, claws turned to well kept nails, and his ears turned to normal mortal ears. Sesshomaru observed his hand, watching the claws disappear, before glancing down at his now darken hair with a hum.

"Mortal you may look, but you still have your demonic ability's and strength. Although, I took the liberty of muddling your sense of smell so you are not overwhelmed by the stench of the city." I said, getting up from my spot and picking up the tray. I paused, waiting for Sesshomaru, before continuing. "Even so, you are still as handsome as ever." I didn't miss that small bit of male pride that welled up inside of him, after all, every male liked to be complimented on their appearance in some form or another. Sesshomaru was no exception to that, he took pride in his look's, he just hid his reactions better than anyone else and seemed uninterested in being complimented.

Oh dear, I seem to be having dirty thoughts about Sesshomaru. I mused as Sesshomaru and I walked down the streets of Tokyo towards the museum. He looked very, as Kagome would put it, sexy, in a white collard dress shirt, dark jeans, and sneakers. Especially since the shirt is formfitting to his physique. I chuckled. "What would you like to see in the museum, my lord?"

Sesshomaru tore his eye's from the car that passed us by, his nose wrinkling slightly from the gas, before looking down at me. "You mentioned that they should have the history of the war's, does it not?" he stated, when I nodded he hummed. "Then that is where we shall go first." he decided.

"Of course." I agreed, from the corner of my eye I saw a few girls staring at him. Their eye's hooded with desire, cheeks flushed, and playing with their hair to seem desirable. I raised a challenging eye at them when they all but sneered at me. These girls seem naught but sixteen years of age, and they have the audacity of thinking they are good enough to even approach Sesshomaru? They are all but naked. I noted when I saw their 'clothing'...

If she threw up her hands, then I am sure her breasts would be flashed to the world.

Although, I thought with an amused smirk as the girls straightened up and tried to seem intimidating and 'seductive'. It is funny how they puff up like small kittens, thinking that they can do anything. Now, I am not vain, but I know that I am pretty at least, and I have used that to my advantage on some occasions so things went my way. A pretty face could make you let down your guard, thus costing you your life. "You are fairly popular, my lord." I said lowly, knowing he could here me, and chuckled when he flashed an irritated expression.

"It seems that females have not changed much in the last five hundred years." he commented, eying the small group of woman/girls starting to follow us, their eye's trained onto him as if he was a slab of meat. He sneered, "In fact, it seems that they have become nothing but common whores."

I laughed, knowing that between five hundred years ago and now, that women seem to fit that criteria for him for showing so much skin. It didn't help that they all threw him lustful and sultry gazes. "Nh, woman have more liberation nowadays, yes it is wonderful in some aspect's, but in others...Well, sometimes I wish it that it was law to cover up more, or at least make it so you actually have clothing that cover's vital points up." I sighed. I could see that he was getting a bit irritated by the pack of females behind us, so I decided to do something about it. I knew I shouldn't be, but I was a very possessive person, and seeing those women looking at Sesshomaru like that made me want to rip their fucking eyeballs out of their empty heads. We may not be together, but I will not allow any female near him that isn't worthy of his class. "My lord, if you put your arm around my waist then a good number of females with leave." I said and received a raised brow. "It is a sign that you and I are intimate, thus meaning that you are not to be pursued by anyone else as you are already claimed. It is like a sign that we are courting." I explained.

He looked at me for a bit, seeming to debate about what to do, before humming and wrapping his right arm around my waist, then pulling me towards himself.

I smirked viciously towards the group of woman behind us, taunting them while giving them a warning with my eye's. A message of 'Back away while you still live', most got the message and left with disgruntled faces, while a few bold ones stayed and sent haughty sneers my way. They were certain that they could snatch Sesshomaru's affection.

They would have to be dealt with.

Thankfully, no other females made a move since they saw us together, some sending longing looks towards my lord, while others sent envious and jealous glares my way. There were also a few men who seemed interested in me, if their blatant staring at my exposed and toned midsection, ass and breasts were anything to go by.

Some actually had the audacity to come up and flirt with me right in front of Sesshomaru. They didn't last long once they saw his glare, and it was probably due to human instinct that they feared him, even if he didn't look that menacing in human form. Imposing? Yes. Menacing? Not really, no.

After taking care of the harpy's (and using my handkerchief to wipe the blood off of my hands), I lead him straight towards the museum.

He seemed to have enjoyed it, making notes about certain events that he could use to his advantage, along with where they taken place so he could prepare his lands for when it happened. When it came to the weapons, he looked fairly interested in what they could do along with how they were built. I made sure he memorized the faces and names of important figures throughout history, so he didn't accidentally kill them and change history.

After that, we strolled towards the Egyptian exhibit they had for the month.

The hieroglyphs from ancient tablets amused and intrigued him. "Their tombs are ridiculous and serve no purpose." he had commented when he saw picture of all the pharaohs' tombs, "Built with the blood of your people, it is disgusting." he sneered. Seeing as he, himself, was a ruler, he did not approve of using his own people for work force for such a thing. Even if they were lower class demons, he would not treat them as slaves and whip them (That was only if he thought they deserved it or if he was bored, and he did it to anyone, despite class).

"Different ruler's, have different views." I commented with a shrug, looking over towards a mummy on display. "Personally, I like Greek culture better, even if they were...loose...when it came to sex." I particularly like their mythology and legends. "Although, their god Zeus was not fairly faithful, and his wife was very vengeful whenever she found out about these incident's. And if I remember correctly, there was a goddess who did not like the fact that a woman was more beautiful then her, and thus cursed her to look like a snake, with snakes for hair, and if you looked into her eye's you would be turned to stone. Another I slightly remember had to do with weaving...A woman beat another goddess at it, and in the goddess's rage turned her into a spider. Then there was the whole pandora's box incident..." I trailed off when I saw the look Sesshomaru was sending me.

"..."

"Oh, it's not only the goddess'. Zeus had also killed a child, who was the son of Apollo, when he drove the sun carriage too close to the earth, burning everything, and then too far, freezing everything. His three sister's were turned into tree's so they could forever mourn...their lost...brother..." I stopped at the bewildered look he was sending me.

"...These gods do not seem very fit to manage mortals."

I giggled, "Yes, well, they do sound a little ridiculous when I actually think about it." I mused. My stomach made itself known to us, making us pause in our exploration of the museum. Blinking, I lifted my wrist to see what time it was, "Oh. We've been here for two hours, and we have not eaten since this morning." I noted before looking up towards Sesshomaru. "Would you like to eat somewhere in the city, or go back to my home, my lord?" I questioned and waited as he seemed to go through pro's and con's of each choice, he then looked back and decided home would be better.

He did not want to deal with hormonal women.

Higurashi Emiko was a gentle woman, a loving mother, and a kind person in general. Any who saw her would say that she was the perfect housewife, after all she stayed at home, cooked fine and heavenly meals, raised her children, was soft spoken and inelegant, and beautiful to look at.

She is all those things...

And she is more.

She was the wife to the head monk of this shrine, the daughter-in-law of a family that had an ancient curse put upon them, a mother of two daughters who would not live to their thirty's, a woman who knew the way of the sword just like the rest of her family did.

Emiko's family was a descendant's from a long line of what was known as demon slayers that had gone into hiding long ago. Her father had his children practice the tradition's, knowing that demons will some day come back into being and terrorize humans. Emiko was one of the few in her family that took the training seriously, the only one who didn't mock the elders about their story's, scoffing at them and brushing their training aside for something more modern. One of her cousins in America still took the tradition seriously, as did his brother and had started to teach his son to fight as well in a small town she had forgotten the name of, a few more were like them but the tradition had ultimately died out as time went by.

She was one of the best of her generation.

After all, Takeshi didn't fall for her because of her looks (Although that did have a role in it), in fact it was why most of his clan didn't approve of her. Why marry a woman who's family is prone to be in the middle of the fight when their numbers were already dwindling? They wanted a wife that was docile, that listened to her husband, stayed away from the danger and bore heirs. They did investigations on the woman's tree, seeing how many females had been born in their family so they knew the likely hood that the Higurashi's would have women in their clans again.

And when a girl was born, then they were guarded zealously, trained the moment they could take their first step to perfection, and did full background checks on any boy they seem interested in (From family lineage from long ago to recent, relations to politics, opinions, friends, acquaintances, and even to the number of time they have gotten sick). If they did not like what they saw, then they drove the man away or even eradicated him, if they liked him then they would keep him in mind for a possible suitor.

Emiko was not well liked by the Higurashi's, they had tried to drive her away from Takeshi, but her husband and her father in law had out their foot down and fought the rest of the family because they had loved her.

Her husband, her dearest Takeshi, had almost resorted to killing the elders in his clan himself, if that what it took to stay with her. He had threatened to denounce his name and leave them if that is what it took.

They had begrudgingly complied and allowed the two to marry. They could not risk losing their most powerful monk. Emiko had decided to curve her slayer persona, instead taking up the mask of a harmless perfect housewife that stayed at home and raised children. She still trained with her katana every now and then when she could, she had to keep her skills sharp, but mostly stayed at the shrine or gossiped with some friends.

A year later Emiko had almost picked up her katana again, a fierce glare in her soft eye's, and ran it through the elders of the clan she married into. The moment they had found out she gave birth to a girl, her adorable little Kaname, they had invited themselves into her home when Takeshi was not there, demanded to see her child, and then tried to force her to give her over to them when they saw her cursed eyes for training. They did not think she was suitable to raise such a potential miko, degrading her and her family tradition of demon slaying, and that the only reason she was born was because her ancestor from five hundred years ago had gotten lucky and survived her villages massacre. They didn't seem to care that her ancestor, Sango, was one of the most talented demon slayers in history and had even improved techniques with the help of her husband, Miroku. No, they did not even listen when Emiko told them that Kaname was her child, and even if they are family that they had no claim to Ame-chan no matter what they did.

The last straw snapped when one of the old men disregarded her, and picked up Kaname with the intent to leave with her despite it being kidnapping.

Emiko had just drawn her sword, family relation be damned because that was her baby they were taking, when Takeshi had thrown the door open and demanded to know what they were doing. When he saw Kaname in the elders hand his face had contorted into utter fury and without hesitation twisted the mans arm out of his socket. He handed Kaname back to a relieved Emiko and all but threw them down the shrine step's, banishing them from ever setting foot into the shrine grounds with a spell for what they did.

Her husband did any and everything to keep his children and family safe, he denied his clan from seeing his second daughter after she was born, and only allowed visits once she was five.

Emiko would do anything to keep her children safe. It was why after Souta showed interest in the way of the sword she signed him up for classes, she also made sure to take time out of her schedule to teach him her family's style of fighting. Kagome showed no interest in either the Higurashi art nor the Yamamoto art, so she had left her daughter alone to experience the life of a normal teenager.

And then the well happened. She could no longer keep her daughter safe inside of her home, ignorant of the world and demons that she wrote off as fantasy. She suspected that things were bad, it was the era of demons after all, but Kagome had reassured her that Inuyasha was protecting her. She foolishly believed it, especially after Kagome had informed them that Kaname was alive and well, it brought her spirits up to know her baby still drew breath. And when she saw her again everything was just right, seeing how happy her daughter was with lord Sesshomaru made her content (Not to mention to know she had a granddaughter know just made her ecstatic). She would hunt Sesshomaru down if something happened to her baby, she would most likely die trying, but she would do it none the less.

It shattered when she found out about what Kagome was hiding from her.

Emiko was thankful that Kaname had gotten rid of Inuyasha, she would have skinned him alive for allowing a dead woman to roam about with apart of Kagome's soul, having the audacity to take that things side instead of trying to get the soul fragment back.

Ever since she had thought about what to do with Kagome, who was currently trying to convince her to get Kaname to open the well while said sister was out, and her stubbornness that doesn't seem to listen to anything.

…

…

Right. She thought, knowing exactly what to do. "Alright." she said with a deathly calm, not at all minding the hopeful and success filled smile shot at her. "But, first things first, Kagome-chan, you have to prove to me that you can defend yourself."

Kagome blinked, "...Huh?" she blurted out, "Uh...Alright, that sounds easy enough." Kagome decided with a grin. Emiko's lips twitched, a flash of a smirk, making the resemblance between Kaname and herself clear, before standing up and gesturing Kagome to follow her. She briefly stopped at her room, grabbing her training sword from long ago along with a spare, and continued towards the courtyard in front of the house. Passing Souta in the living room she heard him gasp and scramble from his position on the couch to join them, wanting to see her in action once again. Once outside Emiko tossed the spare sword towards Kagome, who was barely able to catch it, and leveled her sword at her daughter. "M-Mama?"

"Kagome, to prove that you can defend yourself you will have to fight me." she stated in a no nonsense tone. Her brown eyes losing the warmth they possessed, a hard edge entered as they stared with no mercy down at her.

Kagome chuckled, not believing what she was hearing. "W-What? Mama you can't be serious-" she was cut off as she Emiko rushed at her, moving with ease despite the dress and apron she wore. Kagome quickly threw up her sword to defend, and was sent flying backwards when they connected. She froze when the tip of a wooden blade pressed against her throat, her eyes meeting the eye's of a warrior and not her mother.

"This is not a joke Kagome." she informed her daughter, "If I could take you down so quickly, then you would be dead before you could blink back in that era. You underestimated me because you have never seen me pick up a sword, you automatically thought that I wouldn't be able to hurt you because I am your mother, you let your. Guard. Down." she huffed with a frown.

"Nee-chan, weren't you listening when I was telling Onee-sama about how mom was a champion at Kendo before?" Souta called out with a frown of his own.

Kagome swallowed, sighing in relief when her mother pulled her sword away before standing up. She stood up, picking her sword up and halfheartedly raised it up to her mother. When he mother struck again, Kagome didn't even bother trying to hold onto the sword and let it fly off.

Emiko quirked a brow, "Is that it?"

"What?"

"Are you quitting? Arent you going to pick that back up and fight to get back to the well?"

"Why should I even bother! How can you expect me to fight a kendo champion when I don't even have any form of training with a sword?!" Kagome demanded hotly. "Besides, I use a bow."

"The same way you expect me to let you back into an Era filled with demons, bandit's, and who knows what with no form of training!" Emiko snapped back. "If you can't even fight me, a mortal woman, then how are you expecting to fight demons that are faster then the eye can see? That have supernatural powers beyond comprehension, that could kill you without a touch, or control your mind?! The only reason, it seems, that you are still alive is because of Inuyasha and your friends! Even then Kaname has proven that Inuyasha cannot even protect you like you have claimed he has. And your bow does not matter, Kagome, if you can't even use it properly!"

Kagome frowned at what her mother was saying, wanting to deny that she could fight against demons just as well as anyone else. But...when she thought about it...The only reason she has even been alive up to this point was because of everyone protecting her. That or shear dumb luck. "And how will defeating you up my chances then?" Kagome huffed out, crossing her arms.

"Because your mother has been trained since she was little in the art of demon slaying!"

Kagome turned and saw her grandfather walking up to them, a stern expression directed towards her.

"...Hah?" was Kagome's remark. She turned to her mother, bewildered by what she had heard, "You're a demon slayer?!"

"Of course." Emiko stated with a nod, a brow raised at her daughters gawking face. "Where else did you think Kaname got her talent for the sword? Your father?" she remarked. "You would have known about it if you ever bother to have taken an interest in our family history like Ame-chan did." she replied, the steel melting away as she realized Kagome wasn't going to try anymore, her stance relaxing and her house-wife persona back on.

"It's really a neat thing to learn!" Souta chirped. Kagome looked towards the wooden sword he always kept on his person, she had thought it was just a kendo thing that he did, but now she was doubting that. "I asked about learning how to use a sword, so mom signed me up to do kendo, she also decided that she would teach me the art of demon slaying! It wasn't until after that Mask demon that I knew to always have my sword within arms reach." he commented, "Why do you think I've been going to Grandpa Yuji's house these last three years during summer?"

"Yuji-Oji-san...?"

"It is tradition to learn about demon slaying in my family, just as it is to teach the art of the Miko and Monk in your father's family." Emiko informed with a sagely nod.

Kagome didn't even know what was what anymore. Her world was turned upside down from what she was learning. Her mother was a demon slayer, and her little brother had become an apprentice in the art. Her mother's side of the family were demon slayers...

There were modern demon slayers.

"Oya, Oya, Oya? Does Kagome finally know about mama's family secret?" Kaname interrupted coming up the shrine step's, Sesshomaru next to her observing them. Kaname had know about what her mother was, but she had thought Emiko had stopped practicing the art when Kagome was born. Seems she was wrong, though knowing that her mother was a capable fighter, along with teaching Souta as well, eased Kaname's worries about going back to the feudal era and leaving her family here.

"Ah!" Souta agreed with a smile.

Kaname chuckled at her brothers enthusiasm, turning her head towards Sesshomaru, before looking back when she felt her grandfathers gaze. She sighed when she saw her grandfather glaring at the lord, quickly shooting out her hand in front of said demon to catch the sutras that her grandfather had thrown at Sesshomaru.

The lord did not look impressed by the action.

"Oh grandfather..." Kaname sighed with a shake of her head. Her lips quirked into a smile when Emiko had started to scold the old man for doing such a thing to a guest. "My lord, I had checked the T.V. Programs earlier today, and I found out that there are going to be documentary's about both world wars. Would you like to watch them?" Kaname received a nod, along with a faint hum in answer.

Emiko, as she scolded her father in law, saw the arm that was wrapped possessively around her daughters waist. She knew that body language between them, because Takeshi and herself had done the same thing when they had just started having feelings for one another. But, she thought as she eyed the two teens (could she categorize Sesshomaru as such?) that passed them into the house. It seems they haven't realized it yet. Or they did, but haven't admitted to it yet. They didn't even seem to care that they were standing so close to one another, they must still have been in their subtle flirting stage.

As the afternoon came and went, Emiko couldn't seem to get the picture of raven/albino haired children with crystal blue (Because that was Takeshi's color) or amber eye's running around her home out of her head.

There was only one problem however...

It was getting close to the time that Kuro-chan came to check in on them.

Oh my, Emiko thought as Kaname cooked dinner. Kagome grudgingly helping her, in hopes that she could get the well unsealed, and Souta setting the table. What in the world should I tell Kuro?

Omake:

Dragone Age 2 Crossover – Desirable: Garrett Hawke

Makers breath, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eye's on.

She had arrived at Lothering like anyone else, to escape the blight running rampant around Ferelden. But unlike everyone else, instead of the fear, terror, and crushing hopelessness, she had come into the village with an amused mysterious smile.

Where normal refugees came in nothing but rags, blood stained clothes, and looked like death warmed over, she came in a fresh as a newborn babe. Clean neat clothes, tamed silky long hair, one small bag of food and a change of clothing with a small bag of gold. She didn't seem sleep deprived or out of breath, not even a bit worried.

Her name was Nagi (As she introduced herself), and she was the most desired woman in all of Lothering. Her features were exotic and just oh so beautiful. Narrow sharp shaped eye's, Blue eye's more frosty then an ice spell, fair skin that looked soft to the touch, heart shaped face, high cheekbones, a narrow nose that had the cutest upturn at the end, well proportioned figured, seemingly long legs, slightly plump pouty lips, and a waterfall of feather like raven hair that reached just passed her bottom (Which, if he may say so himself, was just begging to be caressed). She was calm all the time, never in a hurry to do much, and gentle. She goes to the local chantry every few day's to help the sick and heal refugees, be it broken bones, a splinter, a deadly disease or a small cough. She sang and played with the orphaned children that arrives, bakes bread and soup for the hungry, and makes blankets for those in need.

The first time Garrett had met her, he felt something...off about her. He had felt an evil presence on her person, and was worried that she was an abomination. He watched her from afar for weeks, keeping an eye on her to see if he needed to eliminate her. He thought about warning his little brother and sister about her, Carver seemed to be one of the many men who desired her on first sight, and he was sure that Bethany sensed the same thing as him (That or she didn't like the fact that some other girl had caught the boy she fancy's attention), but ultimately decided not to. There was no need to alarm them and have them move again, they had a good home here and he wasn't going to ruin it on some suspicion.

And yet...

As he watched her he got more curious about her person. So, one day when his mother had sent him out to go purchase a fresh loaf of bread and some baked goods that Nagi sells once a week, he decided to talk to her.

And that was what started his own attraction towards her.

After that first encounter, after having that mysterious and warm smile directed at him, Garrett became one of the many men who desired her hand. But unlike most, he desired her for who she was, not just for her looks (Although that was a bonus). He took every opportunity to talk to her, always volunteering to go and buy the things she sells when his mother asked, stopping by the chantry and offering to help to see her, even providing the necessary material she would be missing to make blankets. Nagi plagued his every thought and had close encounters with desire demons that took her image. Garrett had almost had a heart attack when she seemed to be a bit too friendly with the warden as he and his group stayed a few day's.

The warden was a tall handsome man, with short neat black hair, a five a clock shadow, sky blue eye's, a strong chin and straight nose with high cheek bones. His aura screamed 'Noble'.

"Oh, hello Ser Hawke." Nagi said, a smile on her face that sent Garrett's heart soaring.

"A friend of yours, Nana?" the noble questioned as he eyed Garrett up and down.

"How rude of me," Nagi said before gesturing towards Garrett, "Eren, this is Garrett Hawke, Garrett this is my..." here her smile twitched, as if amused on what she was going to say, "...My 'Elder brother', Eren Cousland." she introduced. Both Couslands looked about to laugh for some odd reason, a secretive look passed between the two.

He had thanked the maker, and had to physically stop himself from fucking dancing, when he heard that he was her brother. He had talked to the man for a few minutes, saying good bye and giving a sigh.

Because as much as he wanted her hand, he new he could never have it. After all, he was a mage, as was his little sister, and his family have been on the run for years. What kind of life could he give her? A life of running from templars? A life of being careful and hiding? A life of fearing if they had magical children that could be taken or killed for what they are? And even if he wasn't a mage, he still couldn't provide her much. She was a noble, a Cousland of all things, and was use to the grand life of leisure, not the life of a farmer or commoner. He would never be able to always have a decent amount of food on the table, never have enough to get her a fine present, never be able to treat her like a queen. She'd be happier marrying someone above his standing.

And so he never told her his feelings, deciding that being a friend was good enough and watched her from afar.

Then Lothering was hit with the blight.

He had been running with his family, keeping his mother and siblings safe from harm, and had been surrounded by a large group of darkspawn. He wasn't sure if they could make it out of there, Carver was panicking and Bethany was getting tired, his mother looked to have given up and was praying to the maker. And as if her prayers were answered, a dozen of the darkspawn had been killed.

"Oya, oya, oya? Having some trouble there, Garrett?"

Nagi.

Nagi had come out of no where and saved his family. A strange looking sword clutched in her right hand, a giant purple jewel at the end with a twisted branch like grip, almost as tall as her self if not more. She didn't have a spot of blood on her, her long skirt that she usually wore had a giant rip at the side, showing her creamy legs, her tunic sleeves rolled up to her elbow, and her hair fanning out in the wind. She had a small amused smirk at the corner of her lips, blue eye's starring into his own amber. She flicked her wrist out, and a warm red, white, and lavender light came out from her, practically disintegrating the remaining darkspwan around her. He just knew that he looked like an idiot as he gawked at her.

She chuckled lightly as she made her way to them, her eye's flickering towards his staff, "Hn, I knew it. So you are a mage."

"What?" Garrett asked (No, he refused to believe that he squeaked) her. "You knew?!"

Nagi just rolled her eye's, shaking her head in exasperation. "Of course, I knew it from the moment I saw you, I could feel the magic radiating off of you. Not to mention no one as young and healthy as you could possibly need a walking stick of all things." she said, raising her brow up pointedly at the reminder of what Garrett told her. He had the decency to flush in embarrassment at least. She hummed, before turning to the rest of his family, specifically his mother. "Hello Mrs. Hawke, Its lovely to see you still kicking about. Are you alright? Do you need any healing?"

Leandra smiled fondly at her, "It is good to see you alive as well, Nagi. And no, I'm just fine, only a bit tired. Thank you though."

Not long after they decided to stay together (Garrett had all but insisted that she stay with them for safety) and soon found themselves joined by two others. A husband and wife, Weastly and Avaline respectively. Weastly was a templar who had snarled at Garrett and his sister for being mages, while Avaline tried to get her husband to calm down and took the offer of traveling with them. Nagi had stayed silent as she stared at the templar, when asked she had informed them that he had been corrupted by the taint, it was slowly killing him. It showed true not even half an hour later, as he fell down and was in agaony, if they had found them earlier then Nagi informed them that she could have purified the taint from his system, but it had already damaged his insides too much to be able to do that. So he was given a mercy kill and they moved on.

The Hawkes had all but smothered Nagi when she saved both Bethany and Leandra from the Ogre. Garrett had a look of wonder when he saw what looked like a barrier surround the three women, before the jewel in her sword glowed an ominous red and struck the ogre down.

When a witch who could turn into a dragon saved them (Honestly, what was his life when- of all things- he met someone like Flemmeth?), she had made him a deal about delivering an amulet to a dalish camp in return for getting them to safety. He agreed (It was simple enough). Curiously the witch gave an uneasy look towards Nagi and her sword.

"Tis' a curious sword you wield."

Nagi raised a brow, "Nh." an eerie smile settled on her face. "I recommend that you do not touch Sō'unga if something as young as yourself does not wish to be turned into a mindless puppet." Nagi advised. She receive raised eyebrows at that statement, who was she to call Flemmeth young? The witch in question narrowed her eyes at Nagi, the latter holding the pommel of the sword towards her challengingly. "Do not believe me, child? Then here, wrap those fingers of yours around Sō'unga and see if you will not lose your mind." when nothing but a malicious gravely male voice's laugh reverted around the clearing, Nagi 'Hump'ed, sheathed her sword, and rested it against her shoulder. "A wise choice."

Garrett felt a shiver go down his spine after that (Be it from fear at what that sword was, or from lust at seeing Nagi so confident and imposing he did not know (Maker knew that wasn't the time to have those thought's)).

The events that passed through Kirkwall those following years did nothing to deter his love for the mysterious woman that ensnared his heart. If anything, his love for her grew more and more each passing day. She was always there for him and his family, a pillar of support when things got rough and was threatening to crush him. When he went to the deep roads, when the chantry took his sister and Carver joined the Templars, when he dealt with the Arishok and bestowed the duty as 'Champion', His mother being taken from him, Carver getting more violent towards his hatred of magic, Discovering the red lyrium, Meredith going crazed and finally the mage rebellion. Through it all, Nagi was a constant. Even when they had arguments (Be it big or not) she never failed to stay by his side.

When he had to flee Kirkwall, she followed by his side before he even got a syllable of his questioned out.

At the knews of Corypheus' apparent survival and being the cause of the rip in the sky from one of Varric's letters, she had turned to him after finishing reading it with a smile. "Looks like Varric managed to find himself in quite some trouble. I could ask Eren to secure us some horses, it pays to be the 'sister' of the hero of Ferelden and king. Who knows, maybe Alistar will lend us a few Wardens to see if they can figure out what happened to all the other wardens."

"At least they don't seem to be looking for us anymore." Garrett had said, folding up the letter and putting it away. "Time for the next big Adventure, I guess." he sighed.

At least Nagi seemed excited.