Well, I have been doing a lot of posting lately. I just wanted to put this up here now that I have figured it out. So, have fun with this. I think it is interesting even though it is my first non-AU. Believe me; I am kind of freaked out by posting this. I hope you like my take on the Sess, Kag and Inu in the show. I will add the other characters later as I see fit. But I have things planned. Don't you worry your pretty little heads about anything. Moonlitecrescndo is here and will take care of everything.
Have a great time. Drop me a line.
Read and enjoy,
-MC
Disclaimer: think about it. Honestly.
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What if somehow, somewhere, you were not controlled by a simple factor of fate? You were not controlled by a woman or a man or even some deity that perhaps reigns from the sky. Instead you were controlled, propelled, perhaps even willed to life by an inanimate object that more often that not resides on your waist belt. No, it is not some hidden language about a male's reproductive system. In essence, it was one thing, a thing that at once held so much power, yet it also held such compassion. An inanimate object that could control one of the most powerful youkai in the world. An inanimate object that this youkai lord believed he controlled. But, boy was he ever wrong.
The tensaiga. It had a life of its own. And it wasn't going to let Sesshomaru run his life any longer. The taiyoukai had run it long enough without the desired results. And now it was its turn to take over. A little push here and a little push there was all the great youkai needed to be nudged in the right direction. For there was a grave and serious reason why the great lord's father gave him that particular sword. And why his half-brother received the other. For there was a reason. And tensaiga would reveal the reason in its own time.
With the help of a miko, of course.
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"Die Inuyasha!" Sesshomaru roared through the air, causing Kagome to smirk from her reclined position in front of Shippou. Honestly, she thought, you'd think the guy would get a better writer for his witty linguistics while fighting.
I mean, I thought he was more original than that. Even Kikyou used that line! But, she supposed that it wasn't that necessary since the whole effort would be lost on Inuyasha, his equally incompetent brother, just in his own special way. Not that she thought Sesshomaru was incompetent, Kagome just believed, perhaps unjustly, that behind Sesshomaru's pretty face and death-to-all attitude, that there was nothing of substance that the great demon lord could claim as his own. And as for Inuyasha, she thought, glancing over to the figure in crimson who was currently issuing all sorts of lovely cuss words from his overly large mouth, he is more a 'fight now, think later about how I killed numerous people, injured my friends, injured myself almost to the point of death, risked the lives of many innocent people who do not come before my pride' kind of guy. She sighed, lazily raising a shield before Shippou and yawning at the same time. Frankly these fights just get annoying.
For, ever since the Naraku incident, the jewel had refused Inuyasha's wish to become a youkai and only seemed to answer Kagome's call. Not that I purposely called the damn jewel, she thought once more. It was as if her body was calling back the jewel, wanting it to reside inside her once more, which, under inspection, now resulted in the cold hard truth that Kagome was annoyingly powerful and immortal at that. Did she perhaps wish that subconsciously and the jewel, sensing this wish was from someone more familiar, granted it without a second thought? Or did Kagome have to face the reality that after fighting with Naraku in the final battle (with a little help from Sesshomaru) and they succeeded in destroying him, that she had to admit that her only real part in the whole event was protecting Shippou and Rin and then purifying the jewel? So, was it too hard to admit that Kagome perhaps had wished, a little too forcefully, to be quite a bit stronger? Yes, it was hard to admit. Especially now that Inuyasha isn't too happy with me. Not that Kagome vied for his attentions any longer. She loved him, yes, but with the main emphasis on lovED. As in no longer, a thing of the past, a memory of something she doesn't feel anymore. And it wasn't because of Kikyou or some shit like that. No. It was because Kagome had to face the awful truth that Inuyasha, as strong as a man he is, lacked substance. His world was small, revolving in his next kill and who had insulted him. It was a world where tempers were easily fired up and blood was spilt unceremoniously. A world that Kagome, even in all her love, did not want to be a permanent resident in.
And so the shard group continued on, even though it lost members. Sango and Miroku had parted ways with the group after the battle, promising Kagome children to play with on her next visit. Miroku finally had someone to bear an heir, just when the air rip had disappeared from his hand. Ironic, don't you think? And Sango wanted to create a new village of exterminators, exterminators who did not only destroy youkai, but would shelter them as well. Exterminators that weren't ruthless killers of youkai, but people who would be able to assess situations and figure out who the real one at fault was. For Sango had learned that not all youkai are evil and not all people are necessarily good. And this is what she wanted to teach in her village.
So, she and Miroku were off doing what they both did best—the monk being lecherous to his wife and Sango protecting the people with her overly large boomerang.
And even Sesshomaru, who had been with the shard group for a while to defeat Naraku was back to his old self, fighting Inuyasha and claiming that Inu's death was imminent. Even though Kagome seemed to be the only one to realize that each man, well youkai and hanyou respectively, loved the thrill of the fight too much to kill such an opponent. And anyways, we all know who would be the winner of the battle and Kagome didn't fancy digging Inuyasha's grave anytime soon. He is my friend, after all, Kagome thought.
So life was left to become the ins and outs of the day; Kagome would stay in the past for weeks at a time, and take college courses online. Well, perhaps not online, but she had the coursework and lectures saved on her laptop and she would find time during her stay to complete her studies. They were often attacked by rampant youkai searching for the jewel, which power had grown with the combination of Kagome's immortal life source as its infinite battery. It was a symbiotic relationship, both giving each other something the other wanted; the jewel: a place to stay protected and untainted and Kagome: power beyond belief and a body that would last her until the end of time itself. Kagome or Inuyasha would easily defeat the youkai and get going on their life, doing whatever pleased them to accomplish, whether it was helping rebuild a village from a youkai attack or simple enjoying life's pleasures such as relaxing. And on every Tuesday, without fail, Sesshomaru would find Inuyasha and fight him until they were either too bloody or too tired to move.
And today was like any other day and Kagome was enjoying the intricate lines of the scenery, the dips and hollows the trees made in the forest, the bushes scattered about the field and the dense underbrush that would not allow her bike to venture forth in the wilderness if she strayed from the path. Usually in times like this she would put up a shield immediately and take a nap with Shippou lazily tucked into her arms but today she was intent on memorizing the detail of this land and then perhaps sketching it when she had time. It was a little hobby of her own that she had picked up over the years—it had already been seven years since the completion of the jewel in her seventeenth year. She was finishing up her education online and was just about ready to graduate. But it took a while for her to catch up in all her studies that she had missed from the past. Kagome didn't really need to be educated in this way, because she would most likely live out the millennia until she saw her family again in the future, basically learning the history, which was her major, in real life. But it was something she promised herself that she would do and since she didn't want to go back on a promise, especially one to herself, so she continued.
The shield she put up was for precautionary measures only. It was just something that Kagome felt like she had to do, to protect her child and to protect herself. If the fight ever did get out of hand. Which it never did, but Kagome wasn't ready to take that chance. Not with her pup. And just because she was immortal didn't mean that she couldn't avoid getting hurt. So, the shield stayed. And they were safe.
Shippou had of course grown, but he was still kit enough for her to mother him and he was still young enough to enjoy her motherly attentions while he could. But teenager hood in the youkai period was fast approaching—a couple decades were a blink of an eye to Kagome now, and she wanted to soak up as much cuddling sessions she could before he decided she wasn't cool enough or perhaps fox youkai enough to be his mother anymore. It was something she seriously doubted from him, but being only twenty four and having her aging process about ended when she reached the infamous age of twenty-one, Kagome had little idea about what Shippou was capable of in his youkai teenager years.
The clash of blades and even more cussing elicited another moan from Kagome.
"Come on boys, why don't you pack it in?" It seemed as if Kagome was usually the one who ended the "battles" and she paid enough attention to stop them when there was no clear winner so no one brother could appear too smug. She had to deal with post-battle Inuyasha and she didn't want him smug or depressed. Both were highly annoying.
Both youkai and hanyou sheathed their swords and with a slight nod to Kagome, Sesshomaru left the group, taking to the skies on his cloud. Or whatever the hell he road on. It was pink and other than that it's all that Kagome could do to not burst out laughing whenever she saw it. Kagome went along and fixed up camp in the area and prepared dinner. It was just like every normal Tuesday, where the diminished shard group huddled around the fire and shared stories of the past, of the future and of anything else they could imagine.
Sesshomaru, on the other hand, was not settling into his daily routine. Rin had been growing older and reaching the years where finding a suitable mate was in order. Typically on weeknights you would find him interviewing and entertaining any men who found the girl tempting, but he did not want to choose for his young ward. He simply wanted to give her the opportunity to meet as many possible candidates she could. And his father-like nature bubbled to the surface when he imagined Rin in any other setting meeting men while he was not present. That idea was most undesirous.
But on this particular Tuesday, Sesshomaru was not distracted by the thoughts of rampant suitors. Instead his thoughts focused on a miko who had most interested him since the battle with Inuyasha that afternoon. Of course he was drawn to her immense power and physical beauty. But he feared, perhaps unjustly, that there was nothing behind the face of beauty that she wore. Even in his weeks where he traveled loosely with the group, he kept to himself and did not bother with the simple seeming nigens. But now he wanted to kick himself for not paying more attention to her. He was most interested because when she had aimlessly flicked her wrist this afternoon something had pulled him away from the fight. Something had called to him. Perhaps it was her power, for anything that powerful would attract other powerful things. Or perhaps it was his ever-evident need to find a suitable mate. But whatever it was, whatever it was, he had felt the pull. And it wasn't in the groin region.
It came from his sword. And the force wasn't weak.
