A Miko's Love Chapter 7: First Kiss, an inuyasha fanfic

Chapter Seven

First Kiss

Koenma walked through the park, he idly looked up to the sky. He knew he was in for it as soon as his father found him. Hopefully, that wouldn't be too soon. The sound of a bow string tightening soon became known. Koenma ducked as it whizzed past his head. Two more soon followed the first forcing him to roll to avoid them. Koenma looked over his shoulder, his jaw went slack when he saw who was shooting the arrows at him.

"K-Kagome," he choked out. Beside her was a hanyou male, snowy white dog ears twitched upon his white mane of hair. He was clothed in a red haori and hakama. His arms were stuffed into his sleeves as he looked down at Koenma with an arrogant expression. Kagome had an arrow pointed at Koenma, the tip of it glowed a dangerous pink. She was clothed in traditional Miko garbs, her expression cold and unwelcoming. "What are you doing?"

"Silence!" she snapped before releasing her arrow. Koenma moved to the right, the arrow grazed his shoulder. He clutched his shoulder that was now bleeding. He felt claws rake across his back; he spun around registering a kick to the hanyou's gut. What in the world was going on? Why were Kagome and this hanyou attacking him? Someone kicked the side of his head sending him crashing to the ground from the force. Kagome towered over him, arrow pointed directly at his heart.

"Kagome…" he whispered.

"Tch, fool. You really think I would fall for someone like you?" she bit out. "You're better off dead!"

He shot up in bed, his breaths coming in short, quick intakes. Sweat rolled off his neck and back. He placed a hand to the side of his head and closed his eyes as he let the shock of the dream wear off. His body shook from the after shock. Once he regained his calm stature, he walked over to the open window letting the midnight breeze wash over his body. His brown orbs looked over at the backyard which Kagome had spent countless days tending to. Roses, water lilies, and tulips lined the outer edge. Lush green grass filled the middle space where he knew she liked to train and meditate. Simple, yet beautiful. The phone rang, who would call at this time of night? After the second ring Kagome had answered it.

"Moshi Moshi," she said into the mouth piece. "No, everything is good. Oh, nothing to worry about, just a little misunderstanding. No. I don't think he will; if he was going to don't you think he'd have tried to already? You've really got to trust me more often!" He heard her muffled giggles. 'Y-you were spying? Oh no you don't! Burn that picture, burn it! Oh no…no no no! He'd probably kill you, not me. Fine, your funeral! Heh, don't worry Sesshomaru I will. Yeah, you too. Bye."

Koenma returned his attention to the backyard, well tried to. His thoughts turned to his nightmare. It was only a nightmare, why should he worry. Why did it bother him so much? He ran a hand through his hair with a small groan and closed his eyes. He almost jumped when a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Kagome apologized and removed her hand.

"It's all right."

"Are you okay?" she questioned. Somehow she always knew when something was bothering something. It had to be a sixth sense or something. He hesitated a moment before answering.

"Yeah," he said at last. She stood beside him looking out the window for what seemed to be hours when in reality in was only minutes. He glanced at her and smiled all worries about his dream forgotten.

"You're injuries are no longer a risk. You'll be able to return home in the morning," Kagome said quietly. She seemed far off, her body was there, but her mind was somewhere drifting off in the universe.

"Thank you Kagome, for everything you have done."

"You're welcome."

"I wish there was something I could do to repay you," he turned his head to her.

"No, it's all right. Just knowing you're all right is thanks enough," she insisted. Kagome turned to leave the room when Koenma stopped her. She turned to face him, surprise written on her face. The way he was looking at her made her blush a deep pink.

'Wh-why is he looking at me like that?' she wondered. She tugged at the hem of her shirt nervously suddenly feeling self-conscious in her large shirt and shorts. She was quite certain her hair looked like something from a horror film. Koenma's hand wrapped around her wrist stopping her current siege on the hem of her shirt, his free hand cupped her chin forcing her to look at him. She melted in his arms the moment his lips descended on hers. Loosing herself in the moment, Kagome's eyes slid closed. When they parted for air she placed her head on his chest letting his warmth surround her entire being. He was certainly a unique individual, the energy that radiated off of him was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. A grin passed her lips before she spoke again knowing she was about to ruin the moment, but it was just too perfect to pass up.

"You're kinda cute as a child."

"Botan," a new voice came from the doorway. Botan turned to the source of the voice to find a cloaked figure. The figure entered the room and stopped when by the bedside. "What happened to him?" the figure demanded.

"We're not certain," she replied timidly. The aura wafting off of the figure was dangerous and threatening.

"How long has he been in this condition?"

"Almost a month now." A gloved hand reached out from under the cloak and brushed his sandy brown bangs away from his face.

"I am trusting you with him, don't let anything happen to him. Is this understood?"

"Yes," Botan replied quietly. She simply watched as the figure left the room for parts unknown.

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