Ahh, so this was the human that the lord Sesshoumaru wanted him to train...
A shadow along the upper corner of the room shifted slightly when the human was turned towards the armoire. Entirely unsuspecting, the poor girl. No wonder the lord wanted her to have training. She was fair game to any half skilled youkai if they should come along. It was a miracle she survived even this long in these troubled times.
Kagome, during her errant teacher's inner monologue, was using her miko senses to pinpoint where her would-be attacker was located. Although she did not know the youkai's exact thoughts, she had enough experience with the demon race to make a fair guess as to what was going on in its mind.
To herself, she was muttering while she dug for training clothes. 'Damn thing is probably despairing at having being assigned to teach a "worthless" human. They all think that. Don't they realize that even with InuYasha as a protector, I would have to have some skills of my own, even though they are half-assed at best at the moment? Geez, what I wouldn't give to just-'
Right in the middle of her own diatribe, she senses a lunging movement from behind her. With reflexes honed from evading Miroku's wandering hand, Kagome jerks to the side of the armoire door and hears a muffled thud as her assailant lands inside the open piece of furniture before slamming the doors shut and bracing the table against the handles.
Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, Kagome keeps a hand on the table in case the youkai would try to break out of the wardrobe that way.
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Silence ensues for a few minutes. Then a distinct sound of knocking is heard from the inside of the wood.
Debating whether or not to displace the supporting table, Kagome is interrupted by Marisa opening the door with an outfit designed with exercise in mind in her hands.
The small youkai lifts an eyebrow at the sight of the barricaded wardrobe. "Did the clothes decide to bite, Kagome-san?"
"Iie, Marisa-chan, I've a trapped peeping tom in here. A youkai was in my room when I awoke and decided to attack me when I was trying to find something to wear." She gestures with her free hand to the table. "As you can see, I gave it the slip."
Hiding a chuckle, Marisa motions her new ward aside and removes the table. "Kagome-san, from what I can tell, you have just pulled one over your new training master."
"..."
"Don't worry, Kagome-san, I'm sure Hitori-san will not mind that this occurred. He may even respect you more because of it." As she was saying this, the fox demoness unlatched the doors and opened them for the ungangly exit of Hitori, Kagome's new trainer.
Tumbling to the ground, a smallish demon was encased in wadded clothing before he shucked them off with all due haste. What was revealed to Kagome's discerning eyes was a diminutive, old, dog demon.
"Hitori-san, I presume?" Kagome asks.
Grumbling is heard. "Aye, young lady. That I am. But you must tell me how you were able to dodge..."
"Oh, that! -"
Marisa could not help but jump in to answer for her mistress. "She's a miko, Hitori. She probably could have blown you to smithereens with her miko powers if she wanted to. I mean, she almost got me too when I made the mistake of making a sudden move in her presence. I mean, wow, to be done away with by the miko of the Inu-tachi."
The dog demon lifts a brow. "Er, that's quite enough, Marisa. I'm sure I can take it from here."
Hearing the dismissal in his voice, Marisa looks to Kagome first for permission, gains it with her nod, and then leaves the room after pressing the exercise kimono she originally brought into Kagome's hands.
"So, now girl. I take it you know that I am to train you in the art of self-defense?"
"Hai, Hitori-san. Sesshoumaru has so deigned to assign me to you for such instruction." Mild sarcastic emphasis on the 'deigned' part, which Hitori picks up on.
"Ah...Now to begin, might I ask what skills you do have. I was apparently mistaken earlier, thinking that I would have to start from the ground up."
"Sure, Hitori-san. I am a fair archer, pretty good at dodging, and know how to fall down correctly in order to not hurt myself. Kami knows that I have had enough experience in that department to learn how to do it right. All in all, you'll pretty much have to go with your original plan, Hitori- san. Aside from that, I have no skills in combat."
Hitori strokes his chin in thought, assessing her muscle tone and calculating possibilities with the speed with which she moved when evading him.
"Well, we'll see, girl. Get dressed in that combat kimono, and I'll lead you to the training area. I'll be waiting for you outside the door, so hurry up."
"Hai, I do that right away."
Just after the door closes, Kagome goes to lock it before returning to the kimono laid out on the table. It is made with a sturdy silk and lined on the inside with a protective material. Kagome's magic senses tingled slightly as they told her that there was a minor protection spell also woven into the cloth. Colored mainly blue with purple trim, this kimono was short, coming only to about mid-thigh, and spit up the sides to her waist. The outfit also came with black leggings, with a purple trim also running up the outside seams of the legs. Black combat slippers, a purple sash to tie around the front, and a band for her hair completed the ensemble.
Kagome was glad that she had relatively clean undergarments, because Marisa did not include them with her package. She did not want to be running around wearing nothing underneath with a whole bunch of unfamiliar youkai in the vicinity. Who knows where that might lead, especially if InuYasha would turn feral if it were 'that time of the month' for her.
~-~-~-~ Sumimasen Minna for making you wait for this next chapter. I know this seems to be just a filler, but I've been working on the plot line for another story of mine. I hope ya'll can find it in your little hearts to forgive me, but my hopes are not high. I'm sure I'll be receiving a few flames for this, but they'll just go to feed the mutant bunnies.
A shadow along the upper corner of the room shifted slightly when the human was turned towards the armoire. Entirely unsuspecting, the poor girl. No wonder the lord wanted her to have training. She was fair game to any half skilled youkai if they should come along. It was a miracle she survived even this long in these troubled times.
Kagome, during her errant teacher's inner monologue, was using her miko senses to pinpoint where her would-be attacker was located. Although she did not know the youkai's exact thoughts, she had enough experience with the demon race to make a fair guess as to what was going on in its mind.
To herself, she was muttering while she dug for training clothes. 'Damn thing is probably despairing at having being assigned to teach a "worthless" human. They all think that. Don't they realize that even with InuYasha as a protector, I would have to have some skills of my own, even though they are half-assed at best at the moment? Geez, what I wouldn't give to just-'
Right in the middle of her own diatribe, she senses a lunging movement from behind her. With reflexes honed from evading Miroku's wandering hand, Kagome jerks to the side of the armoire door and hears a muffled thud as her assailant lands inside the open piece of furniture before slamming the doors shut and bracing the table against the handles.
Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, Kagome keeps a hand on the table in case the youkai would try to break out of the wardrobe that way.
~-~-~-~
Silence ensues for a few minutes. Then a distinct sound of knocking is heard from the inside of the wood.
Debating whether or not to displace the supporting table, Kagome is interrupted by Marisa opening the door with an outfit designed with exercise in mind in her hands.
The small youkai lifts an eyebrow at the sight of the barricaded wardrobe. "Did the clothes decide to bite, Kagome-san?"
"Iie, Marisa-chan, I've a trapped peeping tom in here. A youkai was in my room when I awoke and decided to attack me when I was trying to find something to wear." She gestures with her free hand to the table. "As you can see, I gave it the slip."
Hiding a chuckle, Marisa motions her new ward aside and removes the table. "Kagome-san, from what I can tell, you have just pulled one over your new training master."
"..."
"Don't worry, Kagome-san, I'm sure Hitori-san will not mind that this occurred. He may even respect you more because of it." As she was saying this, the fox demoness unlatched the doors and opened them for the ungangly exit of Hitori, Kagome's new trainer.
Tumbling to the ground, a smallish demon was encased in wadded clothing before he shucked them off with all due haste. What was revealed to Kagome's discerning eyes was a diminutive, old, dog demon.
"Hitori-san, I presume?" Kagome asks.
Grumbling is heard. "Aye, young lady. That I am. But you must tell me how you were able to dodge..."
"Oh, that! -"
Marisa could not help but jump in to answer for her mistress. "She's a miko, Hitori. She probably could have blown you to smithereens with her miko powers if she wanted to. I mean, she almost got me too when I made the mistake of making a sudden move in her presence. I mean, wow, to be done away with by the miko of the Inu-tachi."
The dog demon lifts a brow. "Er, that's quite enough, Marisa. I'm sure I can take it from here."
Hearing the dismissal in his voice, Marisa looks to Kagome first for permission, gains it with her nod, and then leaves the room after pressing the exercise kimono she originally brought into Kagome's hands.
"So, now girl. I take it you know that I am to train you in the art of self-defense?"
"Hai, Hitori-san. Sesshoumaru has so deigned to assign me to you for such instruction." Mild sarcastic emphasis on the 'deigned' part, which Hitori picks up on.
"Ah...Now to begin, might I ask what skills you do have. I was apparently mistaken earlier, thinking that I would have to start from the ground up."
"Sure, Hitori-san. I am a fair archer, pretty good at dodging, and know how to fall down correctly in order to not hurt myself. Kami knows that I have had enough experience in that department to learn how to do it right. All in all, you'll pretty much have to go with your original plan, Hitori- san. Aside from that, I have no skills in combat."
Hitori strokes his chin in thought, assessing her muscle tone and calculating possibilities with the speed with which she moved when evading him.
"Well, we'll see, girl. Get dressed in that combat kimono, and I'll lead you to the training area. I'll be waiting for you outside the door, so hurry up."
"Hai, I do that right away."
Just after the door closes, Kagome goes to lock it before returning to the kimono laid out on the table. It is made with a sturdy silk and lined on the inside with a protective material. Kagome's magic senses tingled slightly as they told her that there was a minor protection spell also woven into the cloth. Colored mainly blue with purple trim, this kimono was short, coming only to about mid-thigh, and spit up the sides to her waist. The outfit also came with black leggings, with a purple trim also running up the outside seams of the legs. Black combat slippers, a purple sash to tie around the front, and a band for her hair completed the ensemble.
Kagome was glad that she had relatively clean undergarments, because Marisa did not include them with her package. She did not want to be running around wearing nothing underneath with a whole bunch of unfamiliar youkai in the vicinity. Who knows where that might lead, especially if InuYasha would turn feral if it were 'that time of the month' for her.
~-~-~-~ Sumimasen Minna for making you wait for this next chapter. I know this seems to be just a filler, but I've been working on the plot line for another story of mine. I hope ya'll can find it in your little hearts to forgive me, but my hopes are not high. I'm sure I'll be receiving a few flames for this, but they'll just go to feed the mutant bunnies.