And Superman unrolls.
A suit before he lifts.

The morning rose, and Sesshomaru opened the portal "Now what?" She asked,

"I will get dressed,"

Kagome blushed "Um, you are dressed."

"With the true colors and armor of my house,"

She nodded "Should I change?"

He looked her over "If you wish to take a Demon Lover."

"Would you stop calling it a lover, and I am a Miko changing clothing won't change that fact."

"Indeed,"

"So skirt then?" She smiled, but he was not amused "Not within my house Miko."

She followed him out "Sesshomaru we did have this conversation once, won't me being here causing issues?"

"As I have stated before it is not uncommon for demon houses to have a Miko."

"Slave,"

"Perhaps at one time."

"And now?"

He stopped walking "I wish for you to stay. I have already stated this."

"What if I mate a Lord?"

"Then we will seek an alliance to combined."

Kagome put her hands on her hips "Do I mean that much to you?"

"You entrusted your secrets to me, will you entrust them with another over me?"

Kagome bit her lip and wondered, would she tell the man she loved her secrets?

"What about the portal, will you tell your wife?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment "That will be our secret to keep Miko if only you swear it."

For some reason, her heart fluttered at the thought, and her lips parted, and she spoke without thinking "Ok, our secret."

He nodded slowly at her.

The thought of them having a secret unsharable to others made her feel, flustered.

"Unless you plan on coming in to dress me, Miko, this is where our conversation ends."

Kagome blushed "Oh right, dress to impress,"

"Not to impress, to intimidate."

Kagome cocked her head to the side "You want to intimidate them, why?"

"I am not so easily swayed Miko; I do not want any female to think she is above me, that she can trick me into her bed."

"Oh," She breathed,

"I want them to fear me first, out of respect." He entered his room and closed the door.

She looked at his door, and a moment later Jaken rushed out "Miko!"

"Um Yes?"

"I have my orders; come you will be dressed!"

Jaken grabbed her hand and pulled her along. For the next two hours, Kagome endured grooming like never before, and all modesty was thrown out the window as she found herself being washed.

"Does Sesshomaru have to go through all this!" She swore this was some type of punishment.

She was wrapped in black and reds of fine silk. Her hair as pinned up in two buns but she flat out refused the animal made makeup, her power would see to it that it was not put on.

"Issue Miko?"

Kagome gasped and turned and then gasped again. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth and face. If he was going for intimidating, he sure did it. He was already ungodly beautiful and scary, but now, now it was a who new level. It made her heart flutter, and slight fear crept into her bone.

"Are you ill, you are flushed."

She slowly moved her hands so she could speak, neverminding the blush on her face "Well, you nailed it."

He looked down "You are afraid?"

"Slightly," She said honestly "You look at if you could go on a blood lust at any second."

His eyes met hers "I could and just think, this is my weakened state,"

She actually stepped back "Oh Gods,"

He smirked, "I am amused to see that it has an effect on you."

"Get your head out of the gutter mister; you look scary!" She huffed and turned around. God they matched "You need to get laid." She said under her breath.

Then his breath was at her ear "I'm trying,"

Sesshomaru smirked as he walked down the hall, her delayed reaction came with a scream and a short burst of power. "Grha!"

Jaken cowered in fear and then ran after his lord "The Miko is scary!"

"Good,"

"Of course you would like her that way!" The imp screeched,

Sesshomaru had to admit, she did look quite fetching in black silk, blushed face and mad eyes.

"My Lord your smiling!" Jaken eeped,

His smile was gone "The weak shall perish."

Jaken stopped "Does that mean there will be blood?"

"I am no superhero Jaken; my name means death."

Fear struck him, and Sesshomaru was ready. His face set to stone, his cold deminer back. He was no longer the laid back guy but Sesshomaru demon prince of the West and to these unworthy people he was all that his name stood for, and as Kagome join beside him they would know she was not weak, nor foolish and very well under his protection.

The games were over.

Mating for was life, only in death could it be broken. They both needed to take this seriously. So Sesshomaru lifted his chin, and the courting game would begin.