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Chapter 1
The early morning sun was just starting to reach its peak when the cheerful, raven-haired girl trotted into the sitting room, pausing mid-step when she spotted him. After a second, she sent him a smile.
"Oh!" Kagome laughed as she went on her way by him, "you're up already. No fair, usually I beat you, Sherlock."
A wry smile spread across his face as he lounged in his chair. "Perhaps you're starting to slack in your age."
She paused, glaring at him. "I'm nineteen!" she huffed.
"Twenty today," he reminded, and her eyes widened.
"Huh, seriously?" She picked her phone up from the table and looked at the date, disbelief flowing through her. "... how'd I miss it?" Kagome pulled her phone away from her face and shoved it in the pocket of her robe, her expression contorting some. A second later, she breathed a sigh and shook her head. "Nevermind. Do me a favor, and don't remind me," she said as she made her way into the kitchen. "Coffee?" she called over her shoulder as she made her way around the cluttered flat.
"Oh, if you're making it," he responded from where he sat. "Black, two sugars."
She rolled her eyes and tuned him out as she started a fresh pot of coffee.
With her out of the room, Sherlock let his stare linger on the path she'd taken, her response to the birthday reminder still present in his mind. Well, he wasn't too surprised by it, after all. She held a certain bit of resentment for the day, not that he could blame her any.
She preferred to call the day "The Anniversary. "
As she went about fixing the coffee, she found her thoughts straying to the last few months she'd endured.
She'd met Sherlock purely by coincidence, but that was usual for her, in a way. She'd stepped in to offer some insight on a case the local police were struggling with, not that she faulted them any. They had been after a demon, and human resources often only went so far. When it seemed her assistance helped the case come to a close, she found herself met by the strange detective who'd heard of her interference himself.
She'd been about to leave London alongside Sesshomaru, but she'd postponed it in favor of sitting and talking to the man. It didn't take long for her plans of leaving to change when he proposed the idea of her joining him under a mentorship of sorts. She'd been both intrigued and confused, and decided to entertain the offer, delaying her departure for a full two weeks to give it a test-run.
Of course, she hadn't anticipated everything that'd happened in those two weeks. He had a knack for picking out things that were secret to the rest of the world, and, before long, her attempts of keeping her past hidden had no leg to stand on. They came together on equal ground- she gave him the remaining bits he couldn't quite figure out and he offered her a sense of security. Anything that seemed far too out of the realm of possibility, she was able to prove. He, in return, harbored the burden of her secrets alongside her.
He was fascinated by her past, she knew. She was happy to have an outside figure that she could trust enough to talk about it so freely with. She didn't worry about the possibility of outside forces discovering her secrets.
At the end of those two weeks, she'd made up her mind to join up and become his apprentice of sorts. Sesshomaru didn't seem surprised when he learned, either. She'd bet the world that he'd been anticipating her agreeing to the strange opportunity.
As she let the coffee brew, she stepped away from the counter and made her way back into the sitting room to join the older man already there. She made her way to the chair opposite of him, sitting down in it as she let her blue gaze trail over the mess of boxes stacked everywhere. A mess of equal parts by them both, it seemed. She shook her head and crossed her legs, sighing softly when her mind drifted back to the date.
"Well, birthdays are overrated anyway, aren't they?" she said eventually.
"Oh, well not everyone has secrets like you," he responded, and she glared silently at him. He met it with a smile. "Get over it. It's in the past, after all."
She rolled her eyes and stifled a laugh. "God, you're awful. You're lucky I tolerate you."
He chuckled in response to her snippy huff.
Penguin: A new thing I've been working on for a little while now. This is the first completely solitary story I've started, so it's kinda exciting. I'll expand more on Kagome and Sherlock's first meeting and their relationship a little bit later on. As well as Kagome's past from the end of her feudal journey to the time she met Sherlock.
See you all next update! Feedback is greatly appreciated!
