Dissolving Release

Sapphire eyes opened sleepily. Long lashes brushed against porcelain cheeks. Her hair was spread out to one side as she lay on her back. The ends fell over the edge reaching towards the floor. Last night's occurrences were still a blur. However movement beside her alerted her to the presence of another. Kagome's eyes widened in shock, her mouth opened and closed in rapid succession. No sound left her throat and soon she found her mouth rather dry.

Next to her was Raikrin. He was sleeping close-mouthed and of course he didn't drool. That would have been embarrassing. His long hair was neatly piled over his shoulder and an arm was thrown over her waist. It was loose and non-threatening. The elf was really warm and she was now cold sitting up. She realized the window was open across the room. She'd opened it in case the incense was too strong for him and just forgot to close it. It was still early, the sun barely up. Kagome snuggled back down under the arm and placed a hand on it relishing the smooth skin of his plump bicep. She turned in towards him and pressed her cheek against his chest. His heart beat was slow and strong. Last night it had indeed quickened to a needy fluttering. She felt safe- for once. Didn't she always feel safe with Sesshoumaru too?

Kagome then reflected. Sesshoumaru and Raikrin were very similar indeed, except Raikrin didn't speak out of a vow of respect for his deceased lord where as Sesshoumaru was just an arrogant bastard who thought useless conversation was below him. Kagome sighed. Of course this wasn't her only opinion of the stoic demon prince. He was indifferently courteous, if you were of worth. If you were born in the higher classes, you were tolerated usually. Sesshoumaru wasn't unfeeling, his emotions were precious and, to him, only a sign of weakness. His strength was unmatched as far as Kagome knew which was little in comparing such things. His iron will was known throughout all the lands as well as his honor. This code seemed random and sporadic, but when or if you got the chance to know him, the rules weren't so strange. Actually, instead of steel-plated walls, as you'd expect from Sesshoumaru, his honor code was flexible. However there were no loop holes to get around it.

Raikrin shifted around her. His soft skin warmed in the light peeking through her blinds. His long bangs hung heavily in his face moving rhythmically with his breathing. His lips opened and closed slightly as if he were talking to someone in his dream. Kagome couldn't see his eyes right now through his bangs, but most likely they would be moving under fluttering lashes as well.

Kagome lifted a hand and smoothed the loose hair behind his long, pointed ear. His eyes shot open so quickly that Kagome reared back against the bed further into her pillow. A hand pressed against her chest over her heart as she struggled to calm her breathing. However, Raikrin offered up only a charming grin before scooting off the bed. Kagome followed, but much father behind. His legs were so long it would be hard to keep up even if she wanted to. With a bow, Raikrin slipped out of the room, but not before giving Kagome a look from bent over in his bow. His eyes hardened slightly as if trying to get across the reality of his words. The message was sent without one murmur between them. Kagome nodded and he left.

There wasn't anything romantic between them. There couldn't be and inwardly Kagome was glad. She was having enough trouble right now just keeping herself updated on everything that was changing in her. Romance was not needed right now, she had enough complications, especially because today she was planning to train rather vigorously. In her sleep and through meditation, her tolerance for elfin magic and technique had grown exponentially. She would be sweating, that was for sure.

Kagome quickly cleaned up sliding into water that she was glad was cooler than normal. She tipped her head back and doused herself under the glassy surface. When she exited the bathroom, Kagome was refreshed and had that balmy sense of cleanliness. Her skin was slightly scented from the soap she used and also the incense she burned each time she bathed.

Kagome sidled into her changing room and slipped a finger along the numerous fabrics. In the end she picked a simple kosode and hakama outfit. The outermost layer of the kosode was of light airy cotton. The color was a pale blue. There weren't any designs or embroidery, which was sort of the reason she picked it. Kagome was going to wok out, not impress anyone. Beneath was another kosode, the under layer, and was white. The top layer was looser and so the under layer showed at the collar and halfway down her ribs. Her hakama were a dark royal blue that she tied above her knee. The fabric flopped over to mid-calf. The ties as well as her sash were both white. Kagome tied up her hair in a pony tail high at the crown of her head and slipped on sandals made of bamboo reeds tightly weaved together. The sandals were comfortable and by far her favorites, but she may as well just walk barefooted they were so thin.

The walk was surprisingly short from her room. Most likely this was in case she'd ever try to escape, Kagome would have to pass by the main branch of dojos to get there. It was strategic and quite like the taiyoukai of the west to consider such details. Kagome didn't want to enter the main dojo where the largest number of soldiers would train, but Kaekei pushed her to. After all, if they wanted to prove a point they needed to go where the majority would be. Kagome whined inwardly, but didn't really complain because it was plain logic.

As soon as the guardian walked through the doors of the dojo, she could feel all the eyes following her. It was uncomfortable and unsettling too. It was only like holes were being burnt into her back. Kagome scratched her neck, uneasy. Too many glares and lustful stares were sent consistently in her direction, more disgust that anything else. Kagome ignored each one keeping her chin level, not high as if she were haughty or overconfident because that would only bring her more trouble.

Kagome sidled over to the katanas hung up on the wall. Under each blade there were two pegs holding it level, but also allowing it to be easily removed. A few youkai nearby snickered when she drew a particularly long blade from the wall. Kagome turned drawing it fluidly from its encasement despite its length. The mastery of a sword depended on several things, but to Kagome the easiest way to handle one is to assume it is only an extension of herself. The life-stealing metal represented the darkness welling from deep within her heart that would elongate into her hand and flare to life with a vicious ferocity. Her miko surfacing on the sharpened edges to sear any tainted flesh it touched.

Kagome switched her grip and turned the blade to rest against her right forearm. She held it at an angle and spread her stance to a more aggressive position that gave Kagome the ability to move to the right, backwards, or forwards. Her only weakness was to the left because of the natural structure of the bones in her legs and she couldn't help that really. If an attack came from that direction though Kagome would have an advantage by kicking with her right leg, her dominant side.

Kagome stretched her knee by turning out her hip and bent her knees a little. One arm moved from her side to come across so that the palm of her hand was directly in front of her beating heart. The other moved outwards from it, the blade remaining where it rested against her thinly covered arm. Kagome could feel the cool weight of the steel against her skin as well as thickness of the hilt in her palm. The hilt was rough and well-worn, but the blade reflected light from the sun let in through the open-air dojo.

Kagome fluidly shifted weight to her left side and lifted her right leg with her foot moving behind the ankle of her left leg. Then in a slow, steady arc the foot extended from the knee and came across her body as Kagome turned to follow through the move continuously. Her pace was consistence despite the added weight to one side of her body that would have normally knocked out her natural balance. Kagome was now a quarter of a turn from where she started, but she never paused for a second. Her wrist turned sideways so that the veins were on top and rotated the sword in her grip. Kagome slashed the weapon out flat, her arm never changing position. Her arm extended straight and her body followed. Her left leg lifted and moved counter clockwise back behind her causing Kagome to spin.

Once her left foot touched ground, Kagome slashed upwards with the blade, flipping her wrist over again so that it was in a more natural state. She was aware of each pair of eyes watching her. The blade continued in an arc behind her head and her backed bent with it showing just how flexible the miko was as she extended backwards. Kagome rotated her hips allowing the blade to flow a spherical path created by centrifugal force. Then the guardian ducked down in an ever-moving spiral to the ground so that her weapon was parallel to the ground. Kagome thrust her left leg behind her again spinning crouched on her right foot. Kagome planted her left knee on the dojo floor facing the opposite direction from which she had begun with her blade in the same place against her forearm by rotating her grip on the hilt once again.

To Kagome this was a simple attack maneuver to use against several enemies if she was ever out numbered. It had once been a great challenge to keep balance and focus on the outward occurrences instead of her own movements. Kagome had to aim for her potential enemies of course and if she was too busy making sure she was accomplishing the move correctly he enemies could just dodge. Then she would be open to attacks and it would just be salt to injury.

Kagome was certain she was gaining the attention of the entire dojo, not only because she was supposedly human, but also due to her strange maneuvers. She was doubtful any of them had ever seen an elf nonetheless the moves it would make. Elves did not play around in battle; she gained that much from Kaekei. They moved like the wind, nimble as silk, and smooth as water. The mission was first at hand and once finished, they returned to base. Elves didn't 'play' with their prey like youkai, who seemed to find sick pleasure in it.

Kagome wiped her brow. After a series of katas, her energy was wearing low. She had yet to eat, so it was only a matter of time before she would have to stop. For some reason thought, Kagome wanted to keep going, despite her growing hunger. There was a need for perfection that Kagome had never known before. Usually she made the best of what she had, but it was like an instinct in the back of her head. Her survival depended on her skills; there would be no one who would save her, except maybe Naraku. Kagome growled lowly, noticing that some heads turned towards her at the sound. Kagome flat out ignored them, tuning their stares, glares, etc. out.

--I would rather die than be put in that bastard's hands again.--

Kagome focused inward, taking a deep breath. She walked over to the katana rack once again, replacing her blade in its sheath. The guardian's steps were light, but not hurried. Kagome moved over to retrieve a staff. She had her own, but didn't want to reveal any of her powers to anyone unless necessary, even if these youkai were to be her allies. Naraku had spies everywhere; some may even be among the ranks of the Western Lord without his notice.

…With Sesshoumaru…

He walked into his father's office. His steps were unhurried, unconcerned, but still somehow held his pride and power in each stride. Sesshoumaru had just finished dressing after his bath when a servant sent him word that his father requested his presence. So here he was and here his father was not.

The shoji behind him opened and Inutaisho stuck a hand in at him waving Sesshoumaru out.

A silver white eyebrow rose at his father's antics. Would he not even show his face from behind the screen or enter to greet his son before they left for whatever destination he chose? Sesshoumaru inwardly shrugged and followed Inutaisho down the hall. He lengthened his strides until he was in step with the taiyoukai.

"I believe it is time we check up on the miko. Her power has increased two fold, but it is changing." Inutaisho said, breaking the silence.

"Her power has become situated in her body. Her soul's new size and arrangement took awhile to adjust."

"So you noticed as well, my heir?"

"Indeed, how could I not."

Inutaisho's eyes twinkled slightly at his son's wording. Sesshoumaru scowled at him, feeling the mirth in his gaze. The two continued out through the doors and into the dojo. The flora bloomed around them for all its worth in celebration of spring's entrance once again into their life cycle. Only one of the inu noticed. Sesshoumaru took it all in knowing that Rin would want to be outside instead of at her lessons. Perhaps he would retrieve her and let her play for awhile, as a break and reward for learning so studiously. Rin was extremely quick witted, her tutors had exclaimed. Rin reminded him of Kagome in more ways than one. Her cheer, kindness, intelligence, as well as her strange behavior. Both had accepted youkai into their lives with little to no fuss. Kagome's experience no less painful than Rin's. Rin was killed by wolves and Kagome was enslaved, yet they both held no fear with all of the soldiers now threading the castle for the upcoming battle.

Two pairs of golden eyes searched around for the miko. She was off in one corner; it was not hard to locate her. Her aura was very different from the youkai in the room; her ambience ran on a completely alternate wavelength. Kagome was currently in midair, one leg outstretched sending a sharp kick aimed for the neck of her invisible opponent. The power of the kick sent her turning around backwards and she followed the inertia. Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes- the woman's back was now to her enemy. Just as he thought this the staff in her right hand, taller than Kagome herself, shot out backwards from her left side for the legs. Then she hopped around backwards onto her left hand inverting herself and gave a spiral turn. The last move would have hit her opponent in the gut with one leg and the neck again with her other. Kagome ended up in a crouch behind and to the side of her invisible enemy.

Her breathing was labored and sweat dripped down her brow. Kagome shook her hair sending her pony tail back over behind her shoulders. She returned to her beginning stance and did the move again, this time much faster. As the two watched, they realized that she did it slow once so her body could memorize every single element in alignment. Then the miko would increase her speed each time to practice her agility and endurance. After the sixth cycle through, Kagome collapsed from her crouch onto her knees. A small hand pulled a cloth from her sleeve and wiped her brow.

Kagome stood with a slight waver, her exhaustion was through the roof, but she still couldn't stop. Adrenaline was not her friend today. Her eyes were beginning to blur. Everything was beginning to get a blue tint. The colors lightening as she walked. Her own clothes were brilliant white in hues. Kagome was vaguely aware of a voice at the back of her head buzzing through her muddled thoughts like a gnat.

-Bitch! Wake up!-

Kagome snapped to attention at the harsh growl in Kaekei's tone. She could barely see now. Everything was a milky white almost gauzy. Then red flashed. It was a body. Kagome could see the heart, a bright red as well as the jugular vein at their neck. Their intestines were blue as well as their brain inside their skull. The rest of the body was either yellow or lime green. It was like she was seeing the body temperature of the being walking across her vision. The heart was pumping blood through their veins and Kagome watched tantalized. She licked her lips quickly.

-Remember this feeling, human.-

--Why Kaekei?--

Kagome shuddered as her own voice echoed through her mind. The tone was deep, coarse, and dark. It was almost lustful, not out of sexual need, but for blood.

-This is your base stage.-

--Base…stage?--

-When you are tired, hungry, thirsty, and under stress…your body will switch down from its normal state to this more primal stage. It requires less energy, but thought is lost. You do not want to be in this state unless it is necessary, do you understand? It is dangerous.-

Kagome wondered at the panic that had risen in Yukila's voice that had surprisingly interrupted Kaekei. Kaekei was probably going to insult her 'human' intelligence and stupid question. Kagome shook her head, a clawed hand lifting to rub her temple. Suddenly dizzy, Kagome collapsed again. It was in a busy, unfocused mind that she realized she had two shadows falling over her. A pair of arms circled her waist and pulled her up off the ground.

Kagome jerked and struggled in his grasp until a growl answered her movements. Kagome scratched at the body holding her that is until a familiar scent filled her olfactory senses. Pine, sap, and fresh soap filtered into her nose causing her to stiffen. The male snapped at her neck and Kagome instinctually recoiled, falling limp in his arms. Kagome nuzzled above the armor covering his chest, licking lightly at the skin of his throat. A rumble was her response before Kagome fell into unconsciousness.

…Later on…

Kagome awoke, once again, in a bed that was not her own. Kagome groggily glanced around her and sighed. Wondering why this always happened to her. It was like a bad case of karma just itching to bite her in the ass. Could she not ever wake up in her own room? Kagome stilled and groaned. This wasn't a good turn of events. She was beginning to think of this place, this citadel, as home.

Kagome didn't have much time to contemplate this though for the door she hadn't known was there opened. Light blinded her momentarily and Kagome was suddenly aware that all the windows in this room were covered with thick blinds. Kagome lifted a hand to her face. The door was shut and now what little night vision she had was lost because of those stupid colored spots from overexposure to her pupil.

"Drink."

The voice was soft, commanding, and arrogant. Instant recognition set a scowl on her face as Kagome took the proffered drink. She was too tired to fight or care for that matter. It was warm green tea, but it tasted strange. That damn voice interrupted her as if he could read her thoughts.

"Herbs to help you regain your strength."

Kagome gritted her teeth brushing some of her tangled hair behind her ear.

"Where am I?"

"My chambers."

"What!"

Kagome choked. As she coughed the cup was taken from her hand so as to not spill it. Kagome, after a minute of regaining her breath, looked over at Sesshoumaru incredulous.

"And what was wrong with my own room?"

He lifted an eyebrow at her, "Would you prefer the dungeons?"

Kagome scowled. He was so like Inuyasha at times. Sesshoumaru growled making Kagome start. Could he read thoughts?

"Yes, miko."

"What? Hey! Get out! That's an invasion of privacy!" Kagome said as she gripped both sides of her head.

Sesshoumaru watched her and despite himself, he chuckled. The sound was melodic, deeper than his speaking voice. Kagome stared at him, her mouth agape. There was a tug in her chest. Kagome closed her eyes as a throb shivered through her soul, a quake through her entire body.

Sesshoumaru moved in closer watching as the woman began to tremble. Her unfocused his eyes and saw the colors bursting forth from her soul, too many to count. Kagome was surrounded by a blanket of emotions, several he'd never seen before. There was one central color though and that was a brilliant jade green. Sesshoumaru blinked, clearing his mind. It was then that he noticed Kagome's mouth opened in pain. The seals containing her souls were dissolving, so that all three could meld into one. Sesshoumaru could have seen the three separate colors belonging to each if he'd wanted. Green for Kaekei, lavender for Yukila, and fuchsia for Kagome. The point was that her body couldn't contain the strain of all the memories, all the emotions.

Kagome's eyes snapped open. She needed an outlet. Where was Raikrin? He could take them away and leave her empty. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, but it was better than this burning ache. Kagome's hands clawed their way up her middle. Something was happening; she was changing and way too fast! Where were Kaekei and Yukila? Kagome felt tears cascade down her cheeks and she bowed her head in shame. She didn't like anyone to see her cry, nonetheless Sesshoumaru, the proud youkai.

-Wait! Sesshoumaru!-

"Sesshoumaru…" Kagome swallowed hard, breaking her pride and beginning to beg, "Help me…"

Kagome arched over backwards careening towards the bed. Her sentence had stopped with a gasping inhale of air. Her lungs were on fire, the very air inside them feeding the flames. Sesshoumaru shot out a hand gripping her wrist. He pulled the barely conscious woman closer to his side. Her eyes were heavily lidded and her mouth agape. Her bangs fell away from her face and Sesshoumaru found himself staring down into silver eyes, her elfin soul bared. Her mouth widened in a silent scream, but only a soft whimper emerged. Kagome jolted and her muscles tensed.

Sesshoumaru watched her visible pain and narrowed his eyes. She was mouthing his name even as her eyes and mind were distant from the plane of understanding. Sense was lost, thrown to the gale force winds and whisked off to the land of no return. Sesshoumaru leaned down and covered her open mouth with his own. He delved his tongue deep into her cavern. Kagome's soul accepted the proffered challenge and the gates that contained her soul broke, crumbling into nonexistence. The force rushed into him like a vicious river filling him with muddled thoughts and blurred feelings. Kagome grasped at his armor before clinging to the long sleeves of his kosode. Sesshoumaru cradled her head so that the entrance to her mouth was wider. Sesshoumaru felt himself being swallowed whole; he was teemed to the brim, his very skin sweating these emotions. For one who tightly reined his emotional heart, the experience was overwhelming.

Kagome seemed to be coming to for she was cupping his cheeks and her eyes shed water like rain down her face. The girl shifted and straddled his trim hips. She sat right down of him as her soul collapsed in on itself. Kagome ran her hands through his silky hair trying to calm the youkai down. Sometime during the flow Sesshoumaru had begun to cringe away from her, which was probably normal. However, he needed to stay close entire the endeavor was completely finished or it could harm both of them. This was one thing she learned after her night with Raikrin.

Sesshoumaru was being exposed to raw, unveiled emotions though where two of the three beings were more sensitive then he was. Their stimulations stronger and more uncontrolled, it didn't help that out of all the youkai she'd ever known, Sesshoumaru was the most sensitive, whether it be to sound, smell, or taste. Part of this was his breed, but the other was gifts individual to him. In her mind at the moment, Kagome wasn't sure how she knew that. Perhaps it was because she and Sesshoumaru were connected.

Kagome's arms entwined around his neck and ran her hands through his hair in another effort to comfort the male below her. Kagome rubbed her tongue against his, the rough texture of it sensual. Sesshoumaru didn't respond and that made her worry. Wouldn't he have pushed her off by now? Why did he help her at all? Was it because Kagome was the bait for Naraku? The last thought made a lot of sense, but it still saddened her. Kagome pulled away feeling the lull of the aftermath begin to take effect. She kissed his cheeks, over his eyelids, and his forehead on the navy crescent moon of his birthright. Her hands pushed his bangs from his face shocked to find sweat on his brow.

Kagome pulled away; panic already filling her heart once again. Her chest ached, she needed to rest, but Kagome had to make certain her youkai savior was alright. Sesshoumaru's posture was stiff and his head was tilted back, his head hadn't moved at all since the miko released him. Kagome now worried sick, overstressed, and emotional began to cry again. All the times that Sesshoumaru had helped her before ran through her mind. Like the night he saved her and bandaged her wounds, probably getting a decent look at her naked too. This thought made Kagome scowl for a second, but a groan stole her attention.

Sesshoumaru shifted, feeling warm thighs surrounding his own. A decent weight was resting on top of him. Golden orbs flickered open and he gazed up at the miko. Her eyes were a watery light blue, her thick eye lashes coated with unshed tears. Kagome ran a finger down his cheek and when his eyes followed the digit the woman pounced on him. Her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. Her chest knocked against his armor and would probably bruise. She seemed not to care at the moment.

"You're alright! For a moment….I…" She breathed in the scent of his hair, "I thought I hurt you!"

Sesshoumaru scoffed and would have tossed the girl to the floor by standing up, but he found he couldn't even lift his arms more than an inch off the bed. How was it this girl could move and he could not? The emotions of a simple elf could defeat the royal first born of the western taiyoukai?

"Miko! Cease your prattle, why is it I cannot move?"

Kagome sat back confused. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she hopped off his lap circling around to the pillows of his bed.

"The strain has overworked your body."

"Nonsense."

"No really, I'm surprised you didn't pass out."

He glared at her and Kagome shook her head. She stood in front of him and placed her hand half on his cheek and half on his neck. Her eyes deepened from sky to sapphire like clouds billowing in her large orbs.

"Not many would have survived at all." She smiled wanly, "How would I live with myself if my weakness caused your death?" Kagome averted her eyes with guilt.

"Don't be an idiot. It was my decision, pointless as it was, and no harm was done."

"You mean except the fact that you can't move?"

He growled deep in his throat. Kagome ignored this, but chuckled a little. He was all bark and no bite, at least for the moment. She pulled back the sheets and removed the extra, unnecessary pillows. Her movements were drugged, a slow rhythm that was steadily lulling her to sleep. Kagome stepped over to Sesshoumaru and simply pushed him over. He couldn't move and she was too tired to care. Sesshoumaru had resisted at first, but he didn't have much control over his own form so that little bit of hesitance didn't last very long. His hair flared out around him in jumbled tangles. Kagome crawled over him on the bed, not noticing how she had to straddle to get over, and also not realizing his eyes followed her like a predator.

Kagome gripped his shoulders and tugged his upwards towards the headboard. It wasn't as easy as she first thought it would be. She sighed, his head was resting on her lap and her hands were pinned beneath his back. She rolled him over levering his shoulder on one knee and managed to slip one hand out. Kagome tried one more tug, growled lowly surprised she had actually come close to a real growl, and gave up. Kagome slid her knees out and crawled up next to him. She leaned over him and studied his face. His eyes were lidded, heavy with drowse as well. Sesshoumaru's features were as blank ever, but in his eyes…there was something that wasn't there before.

The miko collapsed on top of him. Kagome righted herself attempting to move to one side, but failed miserably at that too. She nuzzled her cheek so that her nose rested just below his ear and jaw. Sesshoumaru tipped his head away revealing his neck. Kagome yawned, not knowing what Sesshoumaru showing his neck to her actually meant and fell away from consciousness. Sesshoumaru soon followed hot on her heels.

This was the strange position that Inutaisho found his son entangled in. Inutaisho had entered to check up on the unconscious miko, or had been when he felt a tremendous force break loose from inside the room. He had to grip the wall beside him to steady his balance. The elfin magic was strong, which was normal, but what bothered him was how wild it was. It wasn't too healthy for his son to be in close contact with such unveiled powers for too long.

Elves thrived off the beings around them. They devoured blood and souls to keep up their strength and unlimited magical abilities. Not all did of course, but one couldn't be too careful. They knew very little about this miko's past. She was human at birth, but ceased to be not long after. Her cravings for blood would soon appear now because the seals segmenting her souls were breaking down. Inutaisho witnessed it this afternoon. Her instincts were awakening and her humanity slipping away. He'd have to ask Raikrin to assist her in controlling them. If not then, judging by the initial impact the girl's release of emotion moments before, they would all be lost. This Kagome could have the potential to kill them all and not just those within the western territories either.

Inutaisho turned to walk out of the room, but glanced back for a moment pausing at the doorway. His stone gold eyes roved over his son's features. Sesshoumaru looked peaceful for once; his senses were completely shut down for, most likely, the first time since his mother's death. Inutaisho's face saddened at the thought of his first mate. There were times when he really did miss her, not that anyone would see this weakness in him besides Izayoi. Inutaisho had been overly surprised the first time he revealed his grief and sorrow over his long past mate. Izayoi was understanding and merely cradled him as he brooded and spoke of Saiyaka. Izayoi had laughed along with him, smiled at how happy he had been, and cried when he told of her death. Inutaisho was lucky enough to find not one, but two loving mates and oh how he loved them both.

Inutaisho walked back to the throne room calling a servant to send for Raikrin right away.

…Um…heh heh….Surprise! Another chapter! Anyways, I bet you're all like 'WTF! That stupid author finally posted!' Yeah well I deserve it; this has been long in the making, I just always stuck it on the back burner. Still, finally, some work on the pairing between Kagome and Sesshoumaru. Let me know what you thought of this chapter because I basically flew by the seat of my pants on it. (I love that saying for some reason…maybe because it applies to nearly everything I do?)…