In Under Deep

A.N. Here is chapter three! I know, I know. I have gotten some appreciative reviews on this. A lot of people seem to like it. I guess my Sci-fi side isn't too weird for you all. I am good at writing porn, but as you see, I can have an over imaginative side to my brain. I have always been like that. I just try to put the weird with realistic. I really try to get a real life point to my characters. I will never write anything that makes it look only in Anime. Don't get me wrong! I love Anime. I'm a big kid. I even like Hentai. If you can believe the shit I have seen! I am just ashamed I didn't think of it first. Well, enjoy! And remember. I like reviews! Please! I will do things for you if you review! Anything!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha……or Sesshoumaru…..or Kagome……or anyone else, but I do own my sexy Ty, my fun Nicole, any of the other OC ones I name, and my two lovely sharks, Tom and Shi.

Kagome walked out of the shower rooms, drying her hair. She was only wearing a towel around her body and a smaller one, now up in her hair, as a turban. The main shower rooms were only a couple of doors down from her room. She had no worry about anyone seeing her. In her few years here, she knew when people slept. She could also feel who was awake and not.

Kagome loved the night best. Although some of the members on the base had an ability to put up mind barriers, most could not. It was up to Kagome to keep them out of her head. She remembered a time when doing such a task was almost impossible. Kagome was admitted to an asylum for about four years in her early teens. She tried to commit suicide. She wasn't very proud of this fact. It haunted her for a long time. To be locked in a facility for that many years with mentally ill individuals didn't help her at first. They crowded her mind and she could hardly think for herself.

She remembered how they had to keep her drugged the first year. They walked in one day to see her pounding her head against the wall. Kagome almost cracked her head open. There was blood everywhere. One day a new doctor came to her. It seemed she was a special case. One that needed special attention. Dr. Watson was his name. He had the ability of telepathy as well. Within three months of working with Kagome, he started to make some lead way. Dr. Watson helped Kagome slowly become more dependent on herself to block out the 'outside noise,' he liked to call it. He taught her a form of mind barriers so, she to, could keep the noise out.

It took two more years until Kagome could finally stay off of the sedatives. On the fourth year, she was finally clinically stable enough to go back out into the world. The bad thing were her parents, they didn't seem to comfortable around her. This brought a whole new form of hell. She was now seventeen and her parents didn't want anything to do with her. They loved her brother, Souta, but they didn't want her. No, no one wanted Kagome. She was a freak, not natural, someone that could read your mind.

Kagome shook her head at the memories. She also realized she was standing in the hallway, naked except for a towel. Thankful for it being late at night, Kagome started walking to her room. She opened the door and walked in. when she got inside, Kagome put on a pair of short-shorts and a tight fitting white tank top. She walked over to the window in her room. This was the only room that had a large window in it. It being done this way so she could really watch her sharks if they swam into the containment area.

Kagome looked out into the lighted water. Sometimes she wished she were a shark, or maybe a dolphin. Then she could swim in the sea and not worry about having to keep noise out of her head or if anyone liked her or not. Most of the time, Kagome would put on an air about herself of not caring. She really did care. Kagome wanted love just like anyone else, she wanted friends, and most of all, she wanted quiet.

She lifted a hand until it came into her sight. She relaxed her body and focused energy into her hand. It started to glow a light neon blue, almost pretty if you liked that kind of weird stuff. Her parents loved her when she inherited her priestess powers. Why couldn't they love her with her telepathy? You would think growing up in Florida would make a difference. America was supposed to be more open in society, not have so many bias. Kagome's grandparents came over to America when her mother was just five. They started a business and it worked for the small family. Her mother met a nice American man and the two of them got married shortly after. Kagome's dad was pretty cool. He worked as a real-estate agent and made a lot of money. They lived quite well. Kagome started realizing her priestess powers when she was ten. Shortly after, when she turned twelve, she started developing telepathy.

She didn't tell anyone at first. Too scared at how they were going to react to such a thing. Her abilities were not common and most people were not very comfortable around individuals with the ability to 'dig' in ones head. Kagome had to let her parents know when she turned fourteen. She was trying to slice her forearm open with her mother's six inch Chefs knife.

Kagome only made it halfway down when she heard the door to her room open, revealing a horrified mother. What really bothered Kagome the most was the thoughts that ran through her head. All the thoughts of disappointment and fear. Kagome smirked to herself. Most of her mother's thoughts were disappointment. She only had a small amount of fear.

Kagome walked over to her bed. She flopped back down on it and laid over on her said, drawing her legs up and wrapping her arms around them. 'Just once….,' she thought, 'just once I want to make people not fear me, to like me…' Kagome closed her eyes and drifted off into a fitful sleep.

Sesshoumaru woke up and looked over at his clock. It displayed five in the morning. He was disappointed. He finally went to sleep at one to only sleep four hours. What kind of hell he lived was beyond him. The demon only slept four hours a week. He needed more sleep. Sesshoumaru got up and walked to the shower room. He was disgusted about having to share a bathing room with humans.

He walked into the room and smelled the light scent of lavender and vanilla. He could also feel the slight humidity of hot water. 'Someone has been bathing here…not to long ago either….' Sesshoumaru walked around main wall that separated the two shower areas designated for women and men. In the women's side, there was water standing in the far side of a long line of shower heads. The smell was strongest here and he actually took a big sniff, realizing he enjoyed the smell. 'Kagome…,' he remembered the smell of her. He also remembered her graceful swimming as she frolicked with her two unusual companions.

Sesshoumaru walked back to the other side. He turned on the showerhead and started to bath himself. Large amounts of soap suds were running down his toned body as he scrubbed himself down. He made sure to wash his tail, that alone was a large task. He let his mind wonder as to why he came here in the first place. He received a letter from the American Government asking if he would like to help with a new development in war technology. Normally Sesshoumaru wouldn't give them a second thought, but as he read the letter, he realized he could really accomplish such a challenge. Sesshoumaru was not a man to back down from a challenge. He wrote back and soon he was over in America talking with 'Government Heads' about this new war device they were talking about. He majored in Biology and Nuclear Science. From what he learned, this was a nasty chemical poison that would destroy any or all who touched it. It would kill the wild life as well. This disturbed him some. Is there any way to stop such a thing? Well, that was what he was here for. To make an anti-agent that will kill the affects of it, to stop it from destroying all the worlds water supply. Miroku and Kagome were the one's to develop it. From what he had heard of the rumors, Kagome didn't want to make such a thing. She was a priestess and she loved all life. He could understand her nature. Sesshoumaru was a demon, they were bent on becoming stronger and it that meant creating a deadly chemical, so be it. But even he had to admit, it would be nice to have something to reverse the affects.

Sesshoumaru rinsed off his body and tail, then he put his head under the steaming water. He soaked his hair and made sure it was totally drenched before putting shampoo in it. He lathered his head and worked his way down the long length, making sure all of it soaped to his liking. Sesshoumaru put his head back under the water and closed his eyes. He leaned forward and rested his hands against the wall, allowing the water to rinse his hair and not help it. His mind started to wander again. He thought about how working with Kagome was going to be like.

Sesshoumaru was pissed about how she invaded his mind. He was pissed that Miroku didn't even warn him. He couldn't understand why the Government didn't warn him about there being a empath on board. The whole situation just pissed him off to no ends. He would admit one thing, Kagome was starting to be put in the category of 'enigmas'. He wanted to learn more about her because he hated being confused and also hated not knowing about things. Sesshoumaru knew nothing about telepathy. He had not encountered one in over two hundred years. Back then they didn't know as much as they know now. He never really bothered picking up a book to read on them. Now he wished he had.

Sesshoumaru realized the soap was out of his hair and the water was starting to cool down. A smirk formed on his face over the fact he just used most of the hot water. He would secretly enjoy hearing the others complain about it. Shutting off the water, Sesshoumaru grabbed his towel and started to dry off. His tail always took more time to dry. Sesshoumaru would have to groom it when he went back into his room. He looked at the clothes he stripped from and picked them up. He would have to have his clothes washed. He refused to wear anything twice even if it didn't need cleaning. He wrapped his towel around his waist and exited the shower room.

Sesshoumaru quietly padded his way back to his room and entered it. He put on a pair of black slacks and a white polo shirt. He brushed his hair and put it in a low pony tail. He then maneuvered his tail so he could brush it. This took more time then he wanted, but it was a necessary evil. When he was done with that, Sesshoumaru wrapped it around his shoulder and proceeded out of his door. It was now seven in the morning. He could hear people getting ready for the day.

He walked down the hall until he came to the mess hall. He could smell what they were cooking all the way from his room. One thing really smelled good. Sesshoumaru decided to check it out. He wasn't very hungry. He ate last night, but he figured to go ahead and eat now. Sesshoumaru knew he would have a long day with researching and learning what they had already done with the Shikon Effect.

Sesshoumaru walked up to the counter. He looked over at the first set of food sitting out. There was nine choices to pick from on this part of the setting. He looked upon; bacon, eggs, sausage, and other different 'Human' choices. He quickly looked down the line until he came to a different setting. On this side, he noted, was demon food. He scooted down the line until he was in front of second setting. There was a glass separating him so he couldn't just help himself. He looked up and noticed a demon approaching him from a set of swinging white doors. Sesshoumaru assumed that was where the kitchen resided.

"Ah, Mr. Takashi," he greeted in a low southern accent, "what ya hav'n?"

Sesshoumaru eyed the shorter demon standing in front of him. He had a black bandana on that covered most of his dark green hair. He had a black apron on over a black chefs coat and black pants to go with it. He wore no strips and had dark green eyes to match his hair. The only thing irritating about him was his accent. It was heavy and defiantly suffered in proper etiquette.

"I will have this," Sesshoumaru said pointing at some raw looking meat, "then I will have some of the fruit at the end."

The demon chef scooped some of the meat into a plate and then moved over to grab the fruit bowel on the end. When he was done, he handed everything to Sesshoumaru, who only nodded his head in thanks before taking his leave. He walked over to the table he sat at before. He noted that no one else had arrived yet. He give a small shrug and started to eat.

Her smell came to him before her actual form did. Kagome walked into the Mess Hall and her appearance reminded him of a sick fish that had developed some kind of disease. She was clean and had a pretty black shirt on with a flowing brown and black skirt that met her ankles. The material flowed behind her with every step she took. If it had not been for her slumped shoulders and the king-size bags under her eyes, Sesshoumaru would have thought her beautiful. But this was not to be. He could tell she had little to no sleep.

A human walked out of the swinging doors and walked up to the line. He looked to be of African decent, but when he spoke, Sesshoumaru knew he was as Cajun as they came.

"Hey, Cherie," he spoke as he looked at Kagome, "you look like someone drug you to hell and back."

Kagome looked up at him and gave a soft smile. She knew the man only meant good, but the truth hurt. She looked in the mirror this morning, she knew she looked like shit. "You could say that, Richie."

Richie looked at her with a sympathetic eye. He knew she had a hard time sleeping, with all the noise in her head. "What will it be this morning."

"Just give me some toast, Richie," she tiredly replied.

"Now, come on Cherie, you know ya need more then that," he softly chastised. The girl just didn't eat enough.

"I don't think I can stomach it right now, Richie. Maybe later, okay?"

Richie nodded and handed her a plate with two pieces of toast on it. She took it with a 'thank you' and slid down the line to get some coffee. Kagome needed the coffee. Her head was hurting badly and her sleepiness was not going away as fast as she wanted. Kagome slowly made her way to the table she normally resided at and noticed Sesshoumaru sitting down at the other end. She looked about and noticed all the bare seats. No one else had arrived yet.

Kagome placed her try at the middle of the table, right where she sat last night. She unrolled her silverware and put some butter on her toast with the knife. Her eating was slow and almost looked forced. After a few bits, she would take a sip of her coffee. Sesshoumaru noticed she drank it black. 'Must want like it strong,' he thought.

"You do not look well this morning, Ms. Higurashi." Came a cool voice.

Kagome's surprise must have shown on her face because Sesshoumaru just raised a questioning eyebrow at her when she gaped at him. Making her mouth shut, she replied back. "Not all of us look like Gods when we awake."

Sesshoumaru frowned at her. He wasn't expecting a cutting reply, but he wouldn't blame her for it either. He was rather harsh to her the other day. He watched as she simply returned back to her small meal and ignored him the rest of the time.

Some people walked in to the Mess Hall. One was grumbling to the other. "Man, who used all the damn hot water. I hate having to take cool showers."

Sesshoumaru allowed a small smirk to form on his face as he took a bit of fruit.

Miroku walked beside Sesshoumaru. He was explaining what the Shikon Effect is and what they have accomplished so far.

"We need to come up with the anti-poison. If we do this, we will be able to stop the process immediately." Miroku said as they walked across the catwalk.

"Have you come across anything remotely close to it?" inquired Sesshoumaru.

"Well,..," Miroku hesitated. He really didn't want to tell Sesshoumaru this. They did have one way. They just cant bottle it. "We do have one way that has worked every time."

Sesshoumaru looked at him expectantly. When it looked like he wasn't going to continue, Sesshoumaru encouraged him. "Yes?"

Miroku rolled his eyes in a frustrated manner. Kagome was going to be pissed. It was a mistake to begin with. Well, more like an accident. "Kagome can purify it."

Sesshoumaru looked at him from the corner of his eyes, then focused back to the narrow path in front of him. He found this quite interesting. "She will need to demonstrate this for me."

He could hear Miroku sigh and a small part of him wondered way. 'Perhaps she doesn't like to do such things,' he wondered.

They finally approached the door and Sesshoumaru punched his new code in. They both entered and continued on there way until they entered the main lab. There wasn't as many scientists present. Sesshoumaru was silently grateful for this. That meant not so many different smells. Sesshoumaru hated having to overly concentrate on deciphering different smells. Humans tended to smell stronger than demons, thus causing more concentration. He would admit to himself not all humans smelled bad. Just some of them. That was all it took, one smelly human to make him grumpy. He just didn't feel like being more of a grump than normal.

As they walked further into the lab, a shaking rear and bobbing large brown wings caught his eye. Sesshoumaru looked over at Miroku with a raised brow, only to find the perverted man following the shaking derriere with lustful eyes. Sesshoumaru found it hard pressed to not roll his eyes. He turned back to the dancing dragon to see her wearing headphones and a CD player stuffed in the back of her low rise jeans. She was wearing a tank top again. He found that amusing when everyone else here wore lab coats and gloves. She never seemed to wear gloves either.

Nicole was in her own world. Letting her body move to the music she was listening to. She lifted a flask up and started to pour some measured fluid into another flask and did it all without missing a beat. She noticed someone coming in the lab behind her, but recognized the presence. The scent of cedar informed her one was Miroku and the sage told her he was with Sesshoumaru. Nicole never had shame. She did as she pleased and as long as she did her job, no one complained. So that meant she was going to dance and dress as she liked. It wasn't like she ware a lab coat with big leather wings.

"Nicole," Miroku spoke up first. He stretched one of his hands forward to grab her shoulder, but it started lowering to her firm rear instead.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Miroku." Nicole warned as she turned her constantly swirling eyes to him. She displayed a mischievous smirk on her face as she gave a quick glance to the tall dog demon beside her. "I used to eat humans from time to time when I was younger. They left a bad taste in my mouth, but when you had to defend yourself from knights," she gave an uncaring shrug before continuing on, "you just did what you had to in order to survive." Nicole added to her small threat by letting her forked, slender tongue flick across her lower lips. The display would have been erotic if not for the underlining meaning of being edible.

Sesshoumaru had to smirk at that. It was funny. Miroku just scratched the back of his head in a sheepish manner before deciding to change the subject. "Is Kagome here?" He brought out in a nervous rush.

Nicole decided to play her game to hilt. "Yes, she is here. More than likely in the Water Room." She replied with a lopsided grin. It caused one of her upper fangs to poke out and she let her tongue run over it in a slow suggesting way.

"Umm…Thanks," he bit out really fast before walking by her in a quickened pace.

Sesshoumaru nodded his head in greeting before following the shaken man. Nicole mocked his move and turned back to her work. She really loved messing with Miroku. The man was just too fun.

Miroku walked up to the door and punched in his code. The device flashed, giving the go-a-head and he opened the door. They both walked inside and found nothing in the room. Miroku scanned about him and noticed a black shirt and a black and brown skirt laying discarded beside the foot of the deep pool.

"Kagome is with the sharks," Miroku simply said.

Sesshoumaru looked at the clothes and in the back of his stoic mind, a small voice wondered if she were naked. He quickly squashed the thought with the more rational side. No way was he going to let a HUMAN female interest him.

"I am going to go and check on some stuff, Sesshoumaru. Could you please wait here for Kagome to return?" Miroku never gave him a chance to consent to the task or not. He quickly left out the door and it slid shut behind his retreating form.

Sesshoumaru scowled at door. If he could will it, Miroku would be dead by now. He turned back towards the pool. He walked up to the pile of clothes and moved to the side of them. Now standing at the edge of the pool, Sesshoumaru looked down into the depths of it. The water was still. 'She must be quite far from this area.'

Sesshoumaru looked around the place and found it just as boring as it was when he went in the other day. Deciding to just be patient, he walked to the glass part of the room and looked out into the ocean. Again, due to it being dark, there was not much to look at. Occasionally a deep water fish would swim by, but after that, there wasn't much to see. He didn't have to wait for long. Soon Sesshoumaru heard something stirring the water. He casually walked to the surface area and peered down into the greenish-blue water to see two very large fish and a woman in a black one piece swimsuit.

Kagome broke the surface and took a much needed breath. She opened her eyes to see a tall figure with two golden eyes staring at her. Kagome started at first then she got her bearings and griped the edge to pull herself up. It didn't surprise her that Sesshoumaru didn't offer her a hand up. She turned her body so she could sit on the edge and left her legs to dangle in the water. Shi came up and bumped into her legs, causing a giggle to emerge from Kagome.

"They can stay still."

The voice startled her again but she immediately answered back. "Yes, they can. Most sharks would suffocate if they stopped moving."

"What other abilities do these fish have?" Sesshoumaru questioned.

"They have skin of a dolphin, and the mind of one to." She simply replied.

"How is that possible?" Sesshoumaru wanted to know. He had never seen this kind of behavior from sharks.

Kagome looked at him with a bored face. She didn't really like him, but she wouldn't start any kind of fights with him. She did have to work with him for the next two years. "Well, despite them having mixed genes, we also enhanced their physical forms. That is how they are so large for their age."

Sesshoumaru nodded. He understood a little more about them now. It seemed they were the ultimate killing machines. They could be trained, grew to a large size, and held altered abilities to help them become more sufficient. They were freaks of nature.

Kagome looked up at him to try to read his expression because his thoughts were blocked by his barrier. She discovered that doing this task was like trying to get into his brain. Impossible. The demon had perfect ability over his facial features. Such a shame really. Sesshoumaru looked beautiful now. What would he look like if he smiled? Kagome could only imagine him resembling a God then.

"Touch them." Kagome said.

Sesshoumaru lowered his eyes to hers and them moved them to the waiting sharks. The part that respected the creatures said no. The part that held his ego, a large part it was, told him to not be afraid of them.

"Your not afraid of them are you?" Kagome asked with a small amount of sarcasm to her voice. If he was like Inuyasha in any way. He would refuse. She had a feeling the two brothers had more in common then just the same father. She knew they both had huge egos. That fact was no secret. But did they hold the same fear of sharks? That was the question of the day.

Sesshoumaru looked at Kagome with a small heated glare, then moved back to look at the tops of the large grayish-blue heads of the two sharks. "This Sesshoumaru fears nothing." With that said, he kneeled down in front of them and slowly reached his clawed hand out. He touched the closest one to him, which he guessed was Tom, and rubbed the pads of his fingers over the sharks nose. Kagome was right. They did have a rubbery feel to them. The only difference between the two were dolphins tended to have a more spongy feel. This shark had more of a hard rubber texture to his skin. The kind of texture that reminded him of a tire.

Tom enjoyed the rubbing he was getting and started to roll on to his side. Soon Sesshoumaru was greeted with large sharp teeth and a big black eye. It startled him, causing him to pull his hand back quickly to his body. His mood quickly turned to anger when he heard Kagome start to laugh.

"Don't worry Sesshoumaru," Kagome said between giggles, "they will not bit you."

Sesshoumaru got up and rubbed imaginary wrinkles out of his clothing. He turned to her with narrowed eyes. "Get dressed. Miroku wants to go over what you two have done so far with the Shikon Effect."

Kagome smirked and got up to get dressed. She grabbed her shirt and put it on. She repeated the possess again only this time, it was with her skirt. As she bent over to slid her feet into the opening, Sesshoumaru couldn't help but look at her rear. He noted the firmness and how her long legs held muscle tone. Most likely from swimming. He quickly turned his eyes away when she turned around.

"Well, I'm ready. Lets go." Kagome said with a cheery smile.

Both exited the room and found Nicole still swaying to music. Sesshoumaru was a little impressed that she could work around chemicals and not spill any on her skin.

"Oh Shit." Nicole softly swore.

'Well, so much for grace on her part,' he thought as he watched the dragon walk over to a sink and just rinse her skin off. He noted Nicole didn't even wash her skin of the chemicals, just let the water run over it for a few seconds before shutting it off and returning to her work. 'Does she not feel that?' he wondered. He noticed the chemical she spilt on her skin was an acid. Even he would have felt a sting at least.

"Nicole," Kagome spoke up in a light fussing tone, "I don't care how tough your skin is. Be more careful."

"Don't worry about me, Kagome. I will be just fine." Nicole replied as she concentrated on measuring the right amount.

Kagome just shook her head at her friend and walked off when spotting Miroku at the other end of lab. He was setting up a testing area and had a small sample of the Shikon Effect in a tiny flask. He turned to see Sesshoumaru and Kagome walking toward them and noted the height difference between them. Sesshoumaru made Kagome look so small it appeared like she could disappear. He smirked at his own thinking and turned back to the small five gallon tank he had in front of him. In the tank was a single goldfish. It swam around with not a care in the world.

Kagome noticed this and couldn't help but make a disapproving face. She hated this, but it was unfortunately, in the name of science and it must be done. This small action on Kagome's part didn't go unnoticed by Sesshoumaru. He wondered why she would do such a thing, then he noticed the goldfish. Only an idiot wouldn't understand why she didn't want to see this. They would have to kill the goldfish.

"All right, Mr. Takashi. This is how the Shikon Effect works." Miroku put on some heavy rubbers gloves and grabbed the flask. He held it over the tank and allowed only two drops to fall into the water. What happened next amused Sesshoumaru. Never had he seen such a reaction as he had seen in this water.

The blackish-purple color spread in the water at a slow but effective rate. It started at the end it entered and had a smoky appearance to it as it spread in the water. As it neared the fish, he noticed the small creature starting to swim frantically, trying to get away from spreading poison. Soon the area in where the fish resided in became a light purple and Sesshoumaru watched, in fascination, as the fish started to lose scales and a small amount of blood started to leak from its gills.

Suddenly, Kagome started to shake. Sesshoumaru looked at her for a moment and studied how she broke out in a cold sweat and her shaking almost became violent. She started to waver and he moved to help steady her when Sesshoumaru stepped back from her. Kagome started to glow a bright blue and her eyes became even brighter as they bled a glowing dark blue. She shot her hand out into the water. As soon as she touched the dark water, it started to become clear again. Kagome had purified the Shikon Effect. Sesshoumaru even noticed the fish totally healed, swimming happily around in the now clean water.

Kagome slid to the floor before anyone noticed and rested back on her knees. Miroku was instantly by her side. "I'm so sorry, Kagome," he softly told her as he pulled her into a friendly, but comforting embrace, " I had to show him what you could do."

Kagome hated this part. It took a lot out of her to purify the water and heal the dying fish. But the screams in her head was just too much and she had to do something. Kagome just nodded her head and rose with the help of Miroku.

"I need to go eat, Miroku." She said and slowly walked out of the lab.

Sesshoumaru watched her leave and turned back to Miroku. "Why is she so exhausted?"

"Kagome uses a lot of her power to clean the water. This is why we need to come up with an anti-poison. We cant bottle her purification." Miroku replied.

Sesshoumaru nodded his understanding and looked at the goldfish as it swam around in the tank. "How long did it take to come up with this?" He asked.

"Two years," was Sesshoumaru's simple reply. He now knew it would take just as long to get the anti-poison and to make that time shorter, he will have to work long and hard.