So, here is the third chapter. I am having fun writing this because I can have the fun, sarcastic Sess and I can have the deep Sess at the same time. As long as he hides his abilities I think it is well in the realm of possibilities. And Kagome, oh my dear Kagome. This isn't a cake walk, my darling. I hope everyone enjoys the chapter.
Read and enjoy,
-MC
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It was one of those times when I was sitting there, thinking about what was going on around me but inside my head, where it really counts I was thinking things like 'did I turn off my desk light before I left?' and 'did I pack my new bathing suit or did I just bring my old one like usual?' It was obviously something my mind did when I couldn't handle what was going on outside of it but the thing that really irked me, did I really leave my desk light on? Kagome clearly couldn't sleep.
Sesshomaru, coincidentally, was doing the same thing. However his mind was quite alert for another reason. He, although he would never admit it, was interested in the fact that Tenseiga WAS so interested in the miko. What is going to happen?
Inuyasha was having the time of his life. Well, anything that meant Sesshomaru would be embarrassed was a plus in his book. Ah, the joys of indirectly bothering a family member. The less at fault you yourself were the better. And it was even BETTER that Sesshomaru couldn't even blame Kagome. The only one at fault was the sword.
Oh. How little did he know. The sword still had a few tricks up its sleeve.
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Obviously, using my power to heat this spring would be…bad. Kagome almost giggled to herself when she imagined the oh-omnipotent Sesshomaru (a little redundant, but she liked the title. Sesshomaru was a little redundant himself. I mean, come on here. Someone who is that beautiful, a beauty that could kill, per say, should NOT be bestowed on someone who, if you fail to drop dead from the beauty, they would happily rid you of such a cumbersome thing as, I don't know, perhaps he would start with your heart?) dripping wet in his clothes. But then she thought of this wet dog (come on, that is what he is now, lets be honest with ourselves) clinging to her while she was wearing this…she glanced down at the two piece (yes, she stupidly brought her new one). Even after she had sat up all last night and pondered about her desk lamp she was beginning to see the benefits of using her power to fuck with Sesshomaru after a little talk with Inuyasha. She shivered. Fuck WITH Sesshomaru, Kagome, not FUCK Sesshomaru. She shivered again. Never a good thing.
"Kagome, just think about it. I could finally win the fight! If you just, you know, suddenly, at a critical moment would be the best…and just, you know, used your power, I could easily, you know, rid you of an unwanted nuisance. I'm sure I'd win some award or something." Inuyasha had a maniacal glint in his eyes. Kagome didn't really enjoy the "killing of the brother" thing, but it got her thinking. If he was drawn to her power, then she would never have to lift her hand to fight someone again! She wouldn't have to be distracted during a fight and she could just use all her attention on protecting Shippou. Perhaps this isn't soooooooo bad after all.
Settling into her bath, Kagome giggled again at the thought of a sopping wet Inu Taiyoukai on her hands. Even though he would be thoroughly pissed, the best thing was that Kagome had something—the one thing that could control the oh-omnipotent Sesshomaru: her power.
The smile gracing her face reflected off the water. It had an expressly evil intent upon it.
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She stood on the threshold of the dark abyss. Below her was the murky unknown and above her was the cerulean beyond. It was that time—the time for her to choose between flight or fight, passion or compassion, eternal damnation or eternal life. Even in her mind it was something she had to pause and think about. There were always two sides to one coin. She could just walk away, forgetting her past and what she had fought for since she was a child. A miko born, lived and died was something she had been trained to do. But still, as she stood on the precipice of certain and impending doom, the woman had to hesitate. For the first time in her short life, training and common sense battled it out in her soul and she almost wanted to laugh at the proverbial angel and devil sitting on her shoulders, whispering in her ear.
But what her heart told her, what she knew, what she believed was what she knew. What she had to trust. And so, erasing all her fears, allowing her mind to clear, the woman released her miko's bow from her back and took an arrow from her quiver. The first youkai swooped down and she shot the first arrow, seamlessly notching another as if the action had become an instinct—like breathing. The pink jewel glowed brightly around her neck as she fought against the youkai attempting to consume her in their supposed omnipotent power.
But it was a loosing struggle. Her arrows had depleted and her temporary shield wasn't regenerating since her life source was too battered from constant attacks. But she would let them get the jewel. She wouldn't let them become more powerful than even she could become. She would not allow the human race to fail.
"Humph. Fail the human race. It is already failing…" Sesshomaru grunted as he put down his quill and parchment. It was his latest project of historical fiction. It was bits and pieces he put together from word of mouth about the Shikon no Tama but as always he put his own flare about it. He tried to be as accurate as possible. But he didn't understand the sudden interest in this subject. He was writing a perfectly good story beforehand on the exchange of youkai power that perhaps led, he was suspecting, to his father owning the Western Lands. Even though he inherited the title, his father did not and either through shady dealings or sudden unsuspected deaths to youkai royalty, Sesshomaru had almost solved the mystery of his father's eminent rise into youkai society. And he had to put that on hold for this…this…abomination. But, alas, when a writer found inspiration, he was never one to snub it. Even though it wasn't something he happened to enjoy. He laboriously took up his quill once more.
She would not allow the human race to fail. In a last attempt, a last ditch effort, she ripped the—
"What is it Jaken?" The slimy toad ambled into the study.
"Master, Rin wishes to see the fox demon of the miko bitch again." Sesshomaru stifled a snort. It was most ungainly in his position. But he almost had to laugh. Jaken had slowly and lugubriously accepted Rin after her fifteen year—ten years after she had joined him at the castle. He suspected it had to do with the fact that either a) Jaken finally figured that he wasn't going to kill the child, even after all the hints he dropped or b) Rin had mentioned something particularly kind to a slimy female toad-like youkai that they had found during their travels and she had become Jaken's mate. She lived at the castle now and was Rin's personal servant although they were more friends than anything else. Though, anything that wanted to mate with Jaken wasn't quite sane, he thought.
Sesshomaru waved Jaken from the room and pondered the enigma that is the "miko bitch" as Jaken so delightfully put it. Although he had stopped calling her miko in his mind as of late, Sesshomaru still didn't mind bringing back the memories of when more colorful words graced his dialect when speaking of the girl. Or woman now, reminded himself. Yes, she is quite a woman. Sesshomaru would have to be blind to not have noticed her feminine charms, especially when Inuyasha seemed to be so interested in them. And ANYTHING Inuyasha was interested duly drew his interest as well. Sesshomaru liked to keep tabs on his enemies and even though this enemy happened to be family it meant nothing different. He sighed and picked up his quill again. Enough thinking. The muse was beginning to prod him again.
She would not allow the human race to fail. In a last attempt, a last ditch effort, she ripped the—
And then he was thrust into the air. Well, perhaps Rin will get to see the fox demon after all, he thought idly before he was shoved ungracefully into a spring of some sort and into an untactful position with the miko of his thoughts a moment ago.
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It wasn't like I did it on purpose! I forgot! Usually, when I begin to get out my bath, I dry my hair with my power. It is pretty easy to do, but it takes a little while. And I was so relaxed that I just forgot that this simple habit was, well…heh heh heh…possibly dangerous for a particular youkai we all, I'm certain, know and love. HA…HA…HA…
Sesshomaru had one arm wrapped tightly around the girl—woman! and was absently nuzzling and licking her neck. Kagome had her arms around his neck. But it was her leg that was most unusual. Kagome stood on tiptoes on one leg while the other was wrapped around the waist of Taiyoukai, effectively pressing their hips together. Sesshomaru's other hand held the leg in position and was gliding up and down the thigh with soft caresses. Kagome moaned and shifted—jabbing the Tenseiga into her hip and efficiently ending their little "moment." She jumped away from the Lord as he stepped away and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
"What did you do, wench?" He growled out.
"I didn't do it on purpose! I'm sorry, but this is new to me too!" Kagome yelled back.
"Well, don't use your power! It's simple!"
"You were singing a different tune a while ago. Gosh, I hope you didn't give me a damn hickey." She said, rubbing her hand over her neck where he had been suckling previous to her little outburst.
"Why would it matter?"
"Well, for one, Shippou would be a little confused, I'm sure." He probably would be really confused. I bet he wouldn't understand that we weren't mated. He is so protective of me. Hmmm, I wonder if it is time that I had "the talk" with him. He has reached puberty, goodness, he has grown so fast. Just like Rin…
"Speaking of the whelp, Rin would like to see him. Goodness knows why, but she does. Is there a time that she could stop by that would be most convenient?"
"I guess whenever is fine, but sheesh, you were just nuzzling my neck. You can be a little less business like with me."
"I'm sorry, but unlike you I have something to do at this moment in time. However much I would like to prolong this little chat I have a previous engagement. But by all means, don't let that stop you. I'm sure speaking to yourself is healthy in some states of mind." And with that he left her to stare after him, her mouth agape with something akin to horror gracing her features.
What a fucking bastard! The prick sits there and licks my neck and pulls my leg and even gets slightly aroused (I KNOW that was not just the Tojoukin!) and then bitches to me about prolonging the conversation. Honestly, it's HIS damn sword. It can all be construed as HIS fault. And then he has the audacity to do all this and ask for a play date for Rin and Shippou. Stupid, pretentious man. And he acts like we have a schedule! When he wants to fight he doesn't bloody well care about any schedule!
Kagome steamed while she changed into her clothes and headed back to camp. She decided against telling Shippou and Inuyasha of their little encounter, even though she thought it quite possible that they smelt him on her when she arrived. The benefits that she had thought of earlier diminished and the negatives far outweighed anything she could think of as a positive. After dinner she crawled into bed and tossed and turned all night. It was early morning before she truly got rest.
Jerk! Now I can't even use my power to replenish my energy stores so I can keep up with Inuyasha's pace. Honestly, there has to be an Olympic competition for fast walking or something. I'm sure I would win. God knows I've had enough training.
Her last thought, though, wasn't angry. Sesshomaru, why are you so cold to me?
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Sesshomaru, once home, continued to write almost immediately. Being in her presence seemed to renew the ever vigorous muse that was inside him. If he was lucky, the muse would die a quick death once he finished the story so he worked into the night. But a thought still nagged him…
She would not allow the human race to fail. In a last attempt, a last ditch effort, she ripped the jewel from the rope around her neck and thrust herself onto the top of the foray. For a moment the fight resembled a volcano; thousands of youkai surrounding a bright spot in the center, threatening to erupt a power more great than any had ever known. And then the tide broke and Midoriko begged the jewel to rid the world of these evil creatures. And for her unselfish wish the jewel granted her temporary reprieve. It swallowed her and the youkai into the great abyss of the jewel itself, ending the war. Perhaps…
"Kagome…Kagome. Why when I write of another all I can see is your face?"
