Full Summary: As the Minstrel of Fuedal Japan, Inuyasha kept the land of the Djinn in harmony. Yet lately, raging desires and unquenchable yearnings were throwing his like into discord and wreaking havoc on his home. He needed a women to restore balance to his life, a women with whom he could blend his voice and his body. And according to his destiny, this soul mate could only be found in Mondern Era Japan. Kagome knew to expect a guest while house-sitting for her eccentric neighbor. However, she hadnt expected the man would be so sexy, so potent, so fascinated by the doorbell. Inuyasha may have been a disaster with modern amenities, but he certanily knew what made her tick. With one soul stirring kiss, she saw olorful sparks dancing on the air. But Kagome wanted to make sure her handsome djinni wouldnt pull a dissapearing act before she could allow herself to become utterly Spellbound!

I dont own Inuyasha (not saying it in the rest of my chapters)

Chapter 1- The Realm of the Djinn

The birds were growling.

No, not again! Inuaysha leaned over his oud, his fingers dancing across the strings as the songs swelled from him. He was the sole Minstrel of Feudal Japan; no others shared this trust. His music wove into the harmonies of his world, balancing the elemental powers of Mare.His mare and his music could not be the source of the chaos.

Yet, as his voice grew in richness, so did the unrest of the birds grow louder. Their held a mirror to the ferocity inside him. To the battle between his mare and the strange force fueling his song.

His listeners, sprawled on cushions scattered across the night-cooled sand, murmured restively, but he paid them no mind. His passion was for the beauty and the clarity of music. Only the oud and the voice, which gave substance to song and soul, mattered. Only the strength of his mare, the elemental fuel of his harmony, mattered. His powerful mare wove through the music, enchanting all the senses, a counter to the strange force rising within him. The taste of honey heightened each note. Scents of sandalwood nd green melon gave way to the spicy intoxication of the clove and mimosa. Ferice arousal shot through him, hardening his body and demanding release, and he shared that erotic need through his song.

The seductive lure of the strange force captured him, and at last he submitted to its call. His lyrics told of dark deeds and darkers hearts. A bolt of lightening slashed across the sky. No thunder followed, but the wind rushed through the circle with a moan. Moments ago the oasis had been filled with sunset and the pleasures if a quiet eve; now the night held fire, the hot sirocco, and the growl of birds. Even the brilliant moon of his land, hid behind roiling clouds.

Still he sang, denying the unthinkable. As the feral song grew, the sparkle of djinn emotions danced on the edges of his vision. White and gold deepened to red, purple and blue. The murmurs of the audience grew in volume.What was this eerie melody from their Minstrel? He could almost hear the questions. yet he did not look at his listeners; his auburn hair sheilded his face from veiw, as it always did when he played. Flame encased him, a shimmering blue spire that encircled but did not scorch. Instead it pulled at the air and heat, as though fed by his thrumming blood and his powerful mare. His fingers flew across the strings, aching with need to release the building alien power, while his mare fought against the intrusion.

Lightening crackled and danced in whips of blinding whiteness. Wind tore at the linens and silk of his audience. Scarlet geysers of lava burst from spreading cracks in the sand. All were outward manifestations of his inner battle. Somone from the adience screamed, and several others scrambled to their feet. A single, eerie screech cut through the night. The birds were silent before the might of mare and the violent unrest of Feudal Japan. Minstrel, wha do you do? The deep masculine voice of the Oracle of Feudal Japan dared to perice his absorption. Inuyasha's glance shot upward, but he saw not the shadowy figure of the powerful djinni. Only the faces of his audience-- lit with fascination and fear, shock and need-- surrounded him.

I feel the unrest of Japan in the Towers Lands, Sesshomaru added.

For a moment, Inuyasha considered ignoring the questions. No djinni could read another's thoughts, only send him own. Inuyasha? The voice could not be ignored. I but sing. His fingers slowed as he struggled to rein in the tumultuous song and the accompanying chaos. He could no longer deny that his music and his tumult had created the strange disturbances, but he dared not admit it to Sesshomaru.

No, your song in never that simple. Music feeds the soul of Japan, and you are the only Minstrel. You keep our harmony.

Do you think I could forget that?

Your responsiblilty is to the people and the land.

I know. Abruptly he broke off the conversation, fearing that further contact would reveil his cured malady.

Note by note, he fought against the tumultuous force. Beat by beat, he slowed the driving, foreign melody. Each time he sang, though, the tast grew harder. The indigo silk of his shirt stuck to the perspiration coating him. With agonizing care he transformed the music, locked away the turmoil, and reestablished the harmony. The fires waned, and the land settled. Wind gentled to a breeze, lightening dissappeared, and once more pleases djinn emotions sparkled through the night. A lively, charming air replaced the dense song. The audience's collective sigh of relief was almost a palpable thing.

The new song was light as air, fresh as a breeze off the cool oasis. With his mare he added the scent of palms and grass and an intertwined couple. He wove his mare with song, with the motion of a finger and the unvoiced chants of his power. He restored the harmony. Yet, even now, the winds threatned to lift, while desire and wildness still beat against his throat and chest. Ruthlessy he ignored them to intone the words that would soften the memories of his audience and soothe their disquiet. He was unable to soften or soothe himself. The song ended on a single, clear note which faded into the night. Inuyasha pushed to his feet, acknowledgd the applause with a simple incline of his head, slung the strap of his oud over his shoulder, and then strode away into the desert. He sought the solitude and luxury of his tent, which was pitched a little distance away from the others. A women stepped into his path. He felt her heat before he saw her shadow. Kikyo. She had given him her name a while ago, when he had first entered the tiny village and she had brought herself to his attention. "Minstrel, after such a performance, do you wish solitude?" Her voice was low and seductive. Urgent heat shot through him again. As always, the music left him aroused and feeling each sense keenly, but lately this awarness and had become a sharp thirst, undeniable and unquenchable. Maybe, for a few unrestrained hours, she could relieve his pressing needs and he would give her the pleasure she craved. "Come, closer," he commanded, drawing her near with only the music of his voice. She leaned against him, all willowy curves, and his fingers threaded through her dark hair. He rubbed the downy strands between his forefinger and thumb, then captured her chin and lifted her face to his brief kiss. It was all he could risk for the moment, lest the wildness overwhelm him. And Japan. "Is this what you want?" "Yes" she breathed."No, I want more, Minstrel." Not Inuyasha, only Minstrel. In seeking his identity, he had lost it. Inuyasha smiled, sensually, ruefully, without humor, though she would not realize it. He released her. "Go Kikyo."

"I can satisfy you" Her hands ran down his back and curled around his oud.

"Do not touch my intrument," he warned, his voice gentle but implacable.

Her arms dropped away as though burnt, but she recovered quickly. "Could I touch another instrument, then?" she cooed with coy seduction.

"Are you sure?"

It was a warning, but she heard it as an invitation.

"Yes." She slid her hips across his. "I know your need."

"This is the need of the Minstrel." He bent to the kiss again. It was the kiss he needed to give, the release he craved. He was ruthless, violent even, demanding all of her with the touch of his lips and teeth, with his mare and his seething emotions.

She pulled away with a murmur of protest. He let her go, know to his soul she was not the one he needed. "Go Kikyo" he repeated, his voice a mere sigh. This time she did not demur, but dissapeared into the night.

Inyasha entered the tent and stripped off his clothes, leaving only a loose cord around his neck. From the woven cord hung his round turquoise tablet- the symbol of his djinn status- and hidden beneath it rested a second, half tablet. The sol possession of his youth. With a wave of his hand and a quick chant, he cleansed his clothes and body. Exhaustion grabbed hold of him at last, and a mound of pillows beckoned him to rest. First, however, there was a task he must perform.

Naked, he knelt before the circle of stones at the center of his tent. He stretched out his hands and chanted a brief incantation. Flames ignited at the center of the stories. Inuyasha fingered the smooth warmth of his turquoise tablet. He was Minstrel of Japan. His songs fed the fire and aire of Japan. He was part of her energy and her harmony. He could not stop singing---voice was as vital to him as breath and drink---nor could he deprive Japan of his Minstrels touch. There was no other to take his place. But this strange new power became part of every song. It fought with his mare and brought disharmony to the land and the people he was sworn to nurture. Yet the dark beauty within it was as compelling and mesmerizing as any he felt. The songs it fueled could not be denied. He had to master this power. Or he had to eliminate it. A wrong choice would be disastrous for his music and for Japan. He thought he knew the answer. Although few djinni united in the soul bonds of mates---male and female as one---Minstrels had always taken a mate. The mate of a Minstrel was a great chanteuse, whose voice blended with his in the harmonies of Japan. She was as vital to him as his mare or his song. In this, as in so many other things, he was different, for he had never found such a women, and he was well past the age when Minstrels had found theirs. No whims of fate. He must find his mate. So this evening he would perform the ritual of divination, seeking guidence. A divination was not a ritual to be performed lightly. It could not reveal the future for the future was shaped by the choices of free will. Instead, it provided a path to follow, but often the path was murky and the divination difficult to interpret.

He took a depp breath, the rhythm of his heart hard upon his chest. Who was the women to be his mate? He had to find her. Once he did, there would be no barriers to returing the harmony and balance to his song. For what women on Japan would refusethe Minstrel as a mate?

Intoning the incantations, he picked up a vial of oil and sprinkled seven drops on the fire. Purple flames shot upward; the heat beat agiant his face and chest. The tent filled with the scnt of violets. Still chanting, he spread his arms outward, and a whirling wind circled across him, twisting the flames downward to a knotted inferno. A plume of smoke rose from the center, and in its hearts a face formed. A womens face. A women he did not know.

Eagerly he sought some clue in the visage. Nothing about her was familiar. Somthing about her seemed almost...alien. Her hair was cut a little past her arms. And she had a firm jaw, eyes and brows that tilted up, an unsmiling mouth, a sensual full lower lip, and a rounded nose. She decorated her ears with three round gems at the bottom. Hers was an intriguing face, with the contrast of smooth hair and flashing eyes, of serious mouth and kissable lips, of soft cheeks and a determined chin. As he studied her, his body hardened and rose to life. Mate? was she to be his mate? His body said yes but---

"Who is she?" he whispered

Kagome Higurashi. The plum of smoke curled around his neck and ears and whispered out the odd name. Kagome Higurashi.

No djinni on Fuedal Japan had such a name.

No djinni of Fuedal Japan. The smoke whispered in echo.

"No" he hissed. His soul was connected to his world, the source of djinn mare and as Minstrel his connection was stronger and deeper than that of most of the djinn. His mate must also be on Feudal Japan. The smoke began to break apart as he denied what his eyes saw and his instinct accepted. He added another drop of oil, replenishing smoke and flame and violet. " I need more. Where do I find her?" Images danced through the fire; a jungle of twisted trees and thick brush, stagnant dark water beneath and around the roots, the ripple of an armored reptile as it swam through the swamp. The scence shifted to hard walls and impossibably tall buildings, people everywhere, crowded and hurrying. His lip curled in disdain. Everything about the land was foreign.

At last he saw a sign. WELCOME TO JAPAN. the letters read.

This was the modern era, about 500 or more years ahead of his time. His mother has taught him to detest and despise.

He recoiled from the flames. An impossible thought. No women of Modern Japan, no matter how mesmerizing her voice, could be mate to a Minstrel of Fuedal Japan. Those people had not the rhythms and harmonies that Feudal Japan in her soul. Yet he could not deny the instinctive response of the his body, nor the guidance of the divination. He looked again at the face of Kagome Higurashi. Perhaps the pths was not as direct as he'd first surmised, and Kagome would provide the answers. Would she guide him to the djinni destined to sing with him?

"Is she my mate?"

The divination did not change.

"Show me what I must do" he begged

Only Kagome's face remainded. The divination had shown him a path. It was up to choose what the do with it.

"How am I to find this women?"

Her face faded, replaced by a second, brief image. Another women, much older, but this one he knew.

Keade, the Modern women who had helped raise Ayamae, the mate of the Protector of mare.

He had met Keade on Feudal Japan a few times, and to his surprise he had liked the women. Once, he had even gone with Ayamae to Keade's house, his single visit to Modern Japan, but he had left very quickly, uncomfortable with the strange forces of magic on the alien land. Yet go to this strange era he must, for through Keade he would meet Kagome.

Inuyasha watched the divination fire until it died, then rose to his feet and stretched. He would rest tonight, make his preparations tomorrow. Then he would go to Modern Japan and discover the answeres he needed.

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