Priestess Aishisu: Reviews!

Arwen Dark Sorceress Of Fate ): Wow!OMG! Bows to you This is one of the best fics I have read and I really Love it you captured everything just perfect It was amazing...only that I don't think Kik will be stronger than Sesshie I think of them as equals but... Well I loved that of the goddess/priestess thing it was so cool and well I hope you update soon I can hardly wait for the next chappie keep going and it's great to see another Sess/Kik ficcie here...well keep going with this amazing work

Priestess Aishisu: When did I say she was stronger? I also think they are equals, though at this point Kikyou is highly weakened.

Rome34: most certanly interesting ... this should be good ...

Priestess Aishisu: Thank you.

Nefertitifan: great fic

updtae soon

i love Kikyo/Sess fics

Priestess Aishisu: Thanks. I like them, too.

EyeoftheTiger,KissoftheDragon: c;,om plz update!!

Priestess Aishisu: What do you think I'm doing?!

Hikari Kokoro: I love this Sess/Kik story! You do a great job and it's just such a great peice of work! I personally luv it! Sess/Kik rawks! lol. Anyway...you 'must' update this soon!

Priestess Aishisu: Thanks. Isn't Sesshoumaru/Kikyou great?

Sweet Ruby Moon: Wow. This story reminds me of one of the very first Sess/Kiky fanfics I ever saw. Your style is truly beautiful, touching even, and the way you stress certain words is just wonderful! Please, keep up with your outstanding work, alright? Ja ne!

Ruby

Priestess Aishisu: Thank you, and I will try my best to keep up with my so-called'outstanding' work.

Kagome frowned at the words of the psychiatrist on television. Children and teens don't really understand love. They think a crush, an infatuation, is love, when in fact it is a tiny dying spark. True love is a candle that never goes out, a flame of eternal devotion.

"'Kids and teens don't really understand love," she mimicked in a ridiculous whiny voice. "What does she know?"

Love to Kagome was that encompassing feeling that was indescribable. It was that special feeling beyond comprehension—because if she could understand it, it wouldn't be love. She had always understood that. She loved Inuyasha, and she would always stay by his side. She knew he loved her as well, but not as much as Kikyou—never as much that damned clay mannequin wandering the earth, casting a dark shadow over her relationship with the one she loved.

But it would be an outright lie if Kagome were to claim that she had suffered as much as Kikyou had. It was a lie to say Kikyou didn't deserve Inuyasha—even if most people didn't seem to believe she did.

He was rude, he was obnoxious, he had no manners, he was never the type of person she imagined loving. Their first meeting consisted of him alternately calling her names and trying to kill her. But she loved him.

She was not Kikyou, but they both loved him. Kikyou plunged into Hell to be with Inuyasha, even after she believed he had betrayed her. Kagome spent day after day in the past.

Kikyou had loved him. Despite her powers weakening, despite her mission to protect a cursed jewel, despite all her training and morals and her very life itself, she loved him.

Kagome thought of a line from "Here There Be Dragons": The human heart is not like a loaf of bread; if I give a large portion to him, it does not follow that I must then give you a smaller slice.

Perhaps Inuyasha's heart was human enough to love them both, but she didn't want that. She wanted him to love her, and not love Kikyou. It isn't fair, Kagome thought. But for the life of her, she couldn't figure out whose situation was less fair—no, that wasn't true. It was Kikyou's, but Kagome couldn't—wouldn't—accept that.

Kagome knew she was wrong to wrong to feel bitter, wrong to think that she could understand—or even try to understand—Kikyou's grief and suffering. But she felt that way still, and she tried still, and she continued to love Inuyasha and pray he would choose her.

Because Kikyou was dead, and Kagome was alive. Kikyou was cursed, and Kagome was blessed. Kikyou had suffered, Kagome only believed she had suffered. Kikyou needed him, Kagome wanted him. Kikyou was a pale shadow that traveled through the night, Kagome was a bright star that glowed for all to see.

Under layers upon layers of bitterness and denial, Kagome knew that she would never deserve Inuyasha the way Kikyou did. Nevertheless, she still desired his love. But she knew she would never get it until Kikyou was able to love someone besides Inuyasha. But if that was truly the case, then it seemed that she would be getting Inuyasha's love sooner than she believed.

Sesshoumaru blinked, unable to understand his raging emotions. He had seen this woman before (chapter 263 of the manga, hasn't come out in English yet) and it had also thrown his feelings into turmoil. But it had been different then.

Then he had been wondering who she was and where she came from, why she had such a peculiar smell, why she was filled with dead souls rather than a soul of her own, if she could probably be the legendary priestess who had sealed his brother away for fifty years.

He hadn't been unable to get his mind off her, so he searched and studied. By now he knew that she was that priestess—in fact, he knew just about everything there was to know about her. Or at least, he believed he did. In case you're a complete dunce who didn't get that last part (no offence to the complete dunces who didn't get that last part) he believed wrong.

Kagura felt ill as she stood before Naraku, trying to seem resolute when in fact she wanted to pass out from the nauseating intermingling of repulsive scents such as death and sweat and blood and her own raw fear. "Y–You summoned me, Master Naraku?"

Naraku regarded her impassively, neither warmth nor mercy in his frigid eyes. "Kagura, it is by now indisputable fact that you are a traitor," he said calmly. The words filled Kagura with terror, but she forced herself to remain calm and didn't reply. Naraku smiled, but there was as much warmth in his smile as in his eyes—none whatsoever. "I will set you free."

Suddenly Kikyou rose, much as she had arisen when Kagome had been watching her (you know, Volume Eight? Or, if you want Anime—"A Wicked Smile–Kikyou's Wandering Spirit" Ugh. I think I'm going to be sick.) When she saw Sesshoumaru, she seemed to tense up. Nevertheless, she didn't get her bow and arrows and she didn't leave the tree.

Instead, Kikyou regarded him silently. Her beautiful face was as unreadable as his was, and he realized he may as well speak first. "I know who you are," he said bluntly. "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes," she replied, her tone as indecipherable as her expression. A few of her soul-skimmers surged up to protect her, but she shooed them away without a glance. Her clear gray eyes narrowed ever so slightly. (Yes, I know they're light brown in the anime, but in the original Manga version they're gray! Or blue…whatever.) "Why are you here? What do you want?"

Kagura blinked, sure she had heard wrong. "Y–You would give me my freedom?"

The same chilling half-smile curved the lips of a handsome face that did not belong to him. "That's right, Kagura. You wanted to be separated from me didn't you? That's why you went through all this trouble…"

He raised his hand, and Kagura tensed up as a familiar organ appeared. That's…my heart! She realized. Naraku smirked again, almost as though he had heard her thought. "I'll return it to you."

Kagura gazed at the heart in disbelief and astonishment. "What…?"