A/N: Don't take this one too seriously. I was in a weird mood, and I just felt like having a little fun before we get into the next arc =) enjoy!
Maneuvering through the Northern Lands had been easier than anticipated. With a new haori for camouflage, none had yet been able to recognize the Western Lord as he traveled through the familiar area with his companions.
The tips finally started rolling in as well. Though it made sense that in the feline's territory, various felines would have been spotted. Only one human they had interviewed reported word of a young girl traveling with a cat youkai, but it was hearsay, and the youkai in question was a puma, so Sesshoumaru was not certain how much stock he should put into the account. But still, they were getting close.
Very close. Finally, after several days of arduous travel, they were now in the very last human village before entering the mountains. They were continuing their questioning for good measure, but this last stop would serve as more of a chance to recoup and gather their bearings before beginning the most dangerous part of their journey yet.
Supplies had been stocked and minor wounds treated. Baths had been taken, and clothing had been washed, and each member was making sure to get as much rest and food as they felt they needed before venturing off into the uncertain unknown.
As luck would have it, the small town seemed to be in the midst of a festival of some sort. The reason for the celebration was unclear, but it served to make all the villagers quite boisterous and accommodating. Acquiring free lodging had not been an issue, and everyone seemed to be congregating for the festivities in the center of town. This made the humans much easier to track down, and they were more than willing to entertain the questions from the out-of-towners being welcomed in as guests.
"You are really planning to cross the Northern Mountains?"
Their normal method of 'divide and conquer' when it came to interrogating the townspeople had proved to be an efficient method so far, so they stuck with it. But when Kagome noticed that the very attractive young woman Sesshoumaru was sitting with couldn't seem to keep her hands to herself, she had elected to abandon her interview to go over and assist.
It had been a dead end anyway. And the way the woman kept laughing and touching his arm - or even once, his shoulder – left Kagome no choice but to go over and chaperone.
Because though her interest in Sesshoumaru had been renewed – not that it ever really stopped – she still hadn't been certain as to how to approach him. Back at the inn, he seemed to expect that whatever time they would share together would involve physical affections. And though she was curious as to how things might progress, Kagome was still not ready for sex. She wanted to wait, and get to know him a little better first in the context of a romantic relationship. The only difference now was that she wasn't expecting him to stay with her after his switch back to a demon.
She knew she should just talk to him about it, but they had been running on all cylinders to get to the mountains as soon as possible. Whatever romantic interests they had in one another would have to take a backseat to their very important mission. With the others constantly around, it made things more difficult. She could finally appreciate Inuyasha wanting to slip away with Sango every time the opportunity presented itself.
But they'd finally had a bit of downtime in this last village. And with the celebration going full force, there were several lovely women about who had taken notice of their handsome comrade. It was all she could do to keep finding reasons to ward the women away. Made even more difficult that he didn't seem to be discouraging them one bit.
"Yes. We all are," Kagome responded for him, obviously annoyed with the pretty girl. The woman wasn't deterred. If she noticed the temperament of the miko at his side, she didn't seem to be acknowledging it. Her focus belonged to Sesshoumaru.
"Wow. You must be very brave," she gushed adoringly, offering the man a smile that was brimming with invitation. "I've never met any human willing to travel into the puma territories. I've never even seen one try, and I've lived here all my life." She shyly looked down a moment while a pink hue claimed her cheeks. "I mean, I've seen demons come and go. We get more than our share of attacks. But those mountains are so terribly dangerous. I've never met a man as brave as you." Large, mooning eyes found his, and she held his gaze meaningfully as he allowed a small smile of his own to relay that he appreciated her assessment.
But Kagome was getting worried. He looked like he appreciated more than just her praise, and she wondered if he was once again looking to receive some female attention, now that she had declared nothing could transpire between them.
And seeing as this could be the last human village they would visit for some time; he might be considering that it was now or never.
Kagome tried to break the current between them by leaning into their line of sight.
"Yeah, well, were all going, so..."
"And all to save a little girl? That is so sweet. Is she yours?" But this woman was unshakable. Each of Kagome's attempts to thwart any progress she was making was met with determined poise. She was neither angry nor frustrated with the miko's constant interruptions.
"She is mine," he proudly boasted, and the woman offered him a sad smile. Damned if it didn't look genuine too.
"That's so terrible. I couldn't imagine losing a child that way. You and your wife are very strong." The insinuation knocked Kagome completely off her game.
Looking pensively at Sesshoumaru, she was very interested to see how he would handle the woman's assumption.
"She is not my wife. Though she is quite strong." He still wore his small, friendly smile as he turned to offer the miko her due. She forced herself to respond in kind, though she was not pleased with the turn this conversation was taking.
"Oh, your intended then?" the woman asked innocently, but Kagome wasn't buying it. She scowled at her, but the woman was too lost in Sesshoumaru's eyes to notice.
"She is an ally. And a friend." And this time, he did not turn when he spoke of her. Likely aware of the woman's interest, he seemed to even lean a bit closer.
"So the child's mother is..."
"Dead. Unfortunately. Her father as well. I am merely her guardian."
"Such a sweet man," she melted, but quickly gathered herself enough to be coy. "So brave too. We could use more men like you around here." She leaned closer, and touched him again on his arm. "How can I convince you to stay?" She appeared to only be half joking as her smile took on a more suggestive air. Kagome interrupted again.
"You can't. We have a little girl to find, and we are in a hurry. So if you could just tell us what you know about the Northern Mountains, we can get out of your hair."
She finally spared Kagome a glance, but Sesshoumaru never faltered.
"What my friend means is, any information you may have would be very helpful to us. Can you think of anything?"
She hated how cordial he was being with this woman. Where was the cold, stoic, totally uninterested Sesshoumaru she had come to appreciate? She thought that she was the only one he reserved that kind tone for. Suddenly she wasn't feeling so special.
The woman appeared to really be taking his question to heart, and was thinking hard for anything relevant to tell them.
"Well, you already know they are dangerous, and there are no humans." She tapped her finger on her chin as she seemed to recall something. "But come to think of it, I haven't seen as much demon activity around here lately either. Hopefully your journey will turn out to be an uneventful one."
"That would be a nice change of pace." The woman laughed again, in a way that Kagome was truly beginning to despise, and she rolled her eyes.
"I guess the only other thing that's special about those mountains is the magic."
"Magic?" This got both their attention, however, and the mood became a touch more serious.
"Oh, yes. I've never seen it myself, but I have heard stories from other youkai who pass through. The pumas have been perfecting a special kind of magic that only works on other demons. I'm not sure the specifics, but they said it can be used for binding spells, incapacitation... but like I said, it only effects youkai."
Kagome and Sesshoumaru looked at each other, trying to discern if the other had ever heard of such a thing. Apparently neither had.
"I've also heard of it being used for camouflage."
"What for?" Kagome couldn't help but ask. The woman shrugged.
"You've got me. Those sneaky cats are always trying to get one over on their cousins one way or another. I heard a rumor that the pumas want to challenge the panthers for control of the North, but so do all the others, I suppose. I wonder if their magic is meant to aid them in some way."
In her time in the Northern Lands, Kagome was coming to understand that all these separate cat youkai houses were constantly out to usurp the ruling title from the panther demons. It had been going on for generations, yet nothing substantial had ever come of it. It was regarded as somewhat of a joke, and a mild annoyance to those in power, nothing more.
"It is imperative that I learn more of this magic," Sesshoumaru insisted.
"Are you departing tonight?" the woman asked, meeting his gaze once again.
"Tomorrow morning, actually." He earned a pleased smile for his response.
"Well, then. If you wanted to come over to my house tonight, I'm certain we could-"
"Uh, Sesshoumaru. I need to have a word with you." Kagome stood suddenly, and boldly grabbed him by the arm. He was confused by her urgency.
"I must hear of this magic-"
"No problem, we'll get Miroku on it." She looked about for a moment, and finally found who she was looking for. "Hey, houshi!"
She waved the monk over while Sesshoumaru studied her suspiciously. She had been acting very strange lately.
When Miroku approached, she gestured over to the seated woman.
"This is uh, Kaya-"
"Aya," she corrected sweetly, and received a smile that was equally so.
"Right. She has some very important information to tell you about youkai magic. Get all you can out of her, okay?"
The twinkle in his eye when introduced to the beautiful woman set Kagome at ease. Miroku was charming, and worked fast. She knew if she gave him the opportunity, this woman would be out of her hair in no time.
"It would be my pleasure." As he took her seat, Sesshoumaru followed the priestess who pulled him anxiously out of hearing range.
"What is it, miko?" he asked, while she leaned in conspiratorially.
"Demon magic? Why would a group of demons create magic to only harm other demons?"
He blinked.
"Probably to harm other demons. What is your point?"
She became nervous, feeling a little stupid under his scrutiny.
"Well, why not humans? Isn't that strange?"
"No," he informed her, not quite condescendingly. "Humans are obviously no threat to them here. There appear to be none causing them distress. Their mountains are bereft of them." He paused, and as an afterthought, "Why would they need magic against humans anyhow? They are youkai, their natural born magic should more than suffice."
She accepted what he had told her sheepishly, and he raised an eyebrow at her continued silence.
"Was that all?"
Her concern obviously didn't warrant such an abrupt exit, and she tried to think of more questions to validate it.
"Why do you think they want special magic against demons? Do you think they are planning something?" she asked him, and his eyes cut back to where they had been seated a moment ago.
"I do not know. Perhaps we should have asked the woman who did, before she took off with the lecher."
She turned just in time to see Miroku helping the young woman to her feet, and escorting her off and away from the festival. Kagome tried not to celebrate too openly.
"Already?" she tried to act surprised at the outcome. "Good ol' Miroku. He's such a slut." Then she laughed nervously, and earned another cocked brow – this one rife with suspicion.
"Indeed." He could sense something was amiss, and she tried not to buckle under the weight of his stare.
"What are you doing?" he asked, she attempted to respond innocently.
"What?"
"That." He gestured to the now empty seats where they had just been. "That is not the first time you have ushered me away from a woman who was offering me information."
"She was offering more than that," Kagome muttered flatly as she shifted her eyes to the side.
"It appeared that way. Why did you interfere?" He seemed much more curious than annoyed. She got the feeling he was tracking something.
"I didn't mean to. I just thought-"
"In fact, that was not the first time you have sent in the monk to replace me in my interview. And it seems to only occur when I am interviewing an attractive woman."
He was sounding very confident in his detective skills, and she was looking everywhere but him.
"She was okay, I mean-"
"Am I missing something? Because This One was under the impression you did not wish to engage in a physical relationship with him."
She forgot how blunt he could be, though she wasn't sure how. His accusation caught her off guard.
"I... don't-"
"Then why the jealousy? Is there something you wish to tell me?" He awaited her answer expectantly, and she faltered.
She knew she should just tell him. How she wished she could just say what she was thinking like he could. But it didn't seem right. They were about to embark on the most dangerous part of their mission yet, and everyone needed their eyes on the prize.
Maybe, when this leg of the journey was over, there would be time to talk about the possibility of 'them.' But these were the last humans they would encounter. If she could just keep him away from the girls in this village, there wouldn't be any more chances for him to go off with someone else. And she would have some time to explore her feelings and what she wished to do.
Not her proudest moment, but she'd made her decision.
"What? No! Look, I'm sorry I messed up your chances, I'm just trying to get to the bottom of all this. For Rin."
Another suspicious glare condemned her quite thoroughly. He could tell she was using his ward as a way to justify her conduct. She attempted to brush it off.
"And I wasn't aware you were still looking to get some action. But now that we're done, maybe we should go find the others and get dinner started. I think we got all we need here."
He watched her take off for the house they were staying at, trying his best to make sense of her recent odd behavior.
But he chose not to comment further, opting instead to simply follow after her and prepare himself for the journey ahead.
Normally, Kagome loved a good party. Any chance for a celebration was a welcome respite from the drudge of day to day demon killing and world saving.
But somehow, being forced to attend made the whole experience a good deal less fun.
They had finally figured out what the festival was celebrating. Apparently, the lord of this village had wrested the title from another vile, bloodthirsty brute who forced the townspeople into slave labor for his own personal gain.
And not to be mistaken; Kagome was glad these people now had a kinder, more caring lord to serve, but she had a big day tomorrow. And she did not appreciate being dragged from her lodging and told that everyone in the town must participate in the culmination of the weeklong event; namely the bonfire party.
It was basically alcohol and dancing. You know, normal party stuff. But the crew had all vowed not to partake in libations, as they had a long trek ahead of them starting very early in the morning.
And Kagome didn't dance, unless completely inebriated. So there was really nothing here for her to enjoy.
She supposed she could socialize. That was normally something she excelled at. But with the way the women of this village seemed to be flocking around the man she was interested in; she got the feeling she had a long night ahead of her simply running interference. Her goal was to get him out of there as soon as possible. Knowing how he normally felt about social gatherings with humans, she assumed it was not too lofty.
She was surprised to arrive and see no one dancing, despite a rather impressive bonfire roaring in the center of town. Rather, all the people in attendance were gathered around it in a circle, giving a wide berth to the flames.
The four of them approached the crowd to attempt and blend in. Four because Miroku was still disappeared with that woman learning about demon magic, for certain. About now, Kagome kind of envied him. She debated convincing the rest of them to go back to the house, but as they were esteemed guests and staying for free, they were somewhat obligated to comply with the town decrees.
The crowd rumbled all around them. While Inuyasha and Sango seemed to be taking great pleasure each other's company, simply by way of having a nice, normal night in which to relax together; she found herself looking up at Sesshoumaru and observing his always bored countenance with a measure of relief. There was no way he could be enjoying this.
As a small band gathered at the edge of a stage, a hush came over the crowd when a young, attractive couple stepped onto the platform. The crowd offered a respectful bow at their presence.
Rather, most of the crowd. Though Kagome felt obligated to comply out of polite decorum, Sesshoumaru still refused to bow to anyone. Luckily, it didn't seem to be noticed.
The young man spoke, welcoming and thanking the crowd for their attendance. As his speech wore on, Kagome became aware that this was the prince of the village. The son of the lord who saved these people from terrible toiling... Or at least their forbears.
And to his side, was his sister, Princess Masako.
Kagome was awed for just a moment in admiration of the woman's beauty. Then immediately, she soured.
Was every woman beautiful in this stupid village?
"...so I thank each of you, for making this great village among the most prosperous in the North. And, dare I say, among the happiest."
Kagome watched in amusement as the crowd burst into applause. She didn't know why she snickered to herself at the spirited reaction. But when Sesshoumaru's assessing gaze finally made its way to her, his answering smirk only increased her enjoyment.
"So now, the moment you have all long awaited," the prince announced, "your lovely Princess Masako will initiate the bonfire celebration by choosing one of the lucky males in attendance to share the first dance with."
Instantly, Kagome's amusement dissipated.
No. She wouldn't. What were the odds she was going to choose him?
Sure, he was the most gorgeous man that ever was, not to mention this little po-dunk mountain town. But there was quite an impressive crowd here, and they were merely visitors. The odds were outrageously low. Still...
She couldn't shake that foreboding feeling deep within her gut.
The princess started at one end of the surrounding circle. She was certainly making a show of it; taking her time, prowling past each eager man, and teasing a certain few with a lingering glance or prolonged inspection.
The closer she rounded, the more Kagome's eyes seemed to cut to Sesshoumaru at her side. He must have sensed her dismay, because now each time she chanced a look, his concerned gaze was fixed squarely upon her. She was being too obvious.
The princess's eyes continued to scan the crowd as she neared the end of her prospective circle of partners. Tension in Kagome's stomach grew tighter as the regal, beautiful woman finally passed her by. And then, to her dismay, she stopped.
Sesshoumaru, who had been back a foot or two from the rest of the eager crowd, watched on lazily from the cheap seats as she opted to stop before him. Seeing the recognition in her eyes, Kagome held a very conscious breath.
Breaking the crowd, the princess ventured forward. Bodies split to allow her through, and soon she was standing nose to nose with the Lord of the Western Lands, whether or not she knew it. Did she?
He withstood her scrutiny easily and with poise. Allowed her to rake over him like some sort of prize cock... or other animal. Had she inspected any of the other males so thoroughly?
He held his chin high as she continued her inspection, never flailing or faltering as he simply stood there, and allowed her to get her fill of him.
Finally, she withdrew, and went back to the crowd to continue her insulting perusal.
Kagome was relieved, but also beside herself.
She didn't pick him? How could she not pick him?
He was heads and shoulders above any man in here. Was she blind?
She supposed she shouldn't question it. The princess's folly worked in her favor.
The boy she finally picked was young. Gangly. Unimpressive. Though obviously from a good family.
But once she chose him, he grinned with pride, and escorted her to the bonfire to engage in the opening dance which was a requirement before anyone else could indulge.
Not that Kagome minded. She didn't want to dance. She was only here out of obligation. Once this little performance was through, she was going to try and steer her pack back to the room to get their very integral rest.
The dance was awkward and choppy, but charming in a way. Once they were finished, the crowd applauded, and the prince then invited everyone to enjoy the celebration.
Kagome wanted to leave, but Inuyasha and Sango elected to dance for a while.
The night was still young. So long as they weren't drinking, she supposed a little innocent dancing wouldn't hurt anything.
The band continued to play, and the couple got through a handful of songs. Growing increasingly bored, Kagome got her kicks watching numerous women approach Sesshoumaru for a dance, and seeing him of course turn down each and every one. She felt validated.
Finally, seeing as the other couple intended to remain for a while, she asked him her burning question.
"Are you ready to go?"
His smirk told her everything, and he began preparing himself to leave. Or so she thought.
From out of nowhere, Princess Masako brushed right by her like she owned the place. Which, she guessed she did...
Kagome didn't like how Sesshoumaru seemed to snap to attention with the appearance of royalty.
Was this how he felt, when she did not acknowledge his title?
It was suddenly like she didn't exist, as the princess garnered his complete attention.
"You're not from here." It wasn't a question, and it was issued only inches from his face. His rigid form stiffened even further.
"I am not," he confirmed. Her eyes on him were bordering on assault.
"Where are you from?"
Her curt demand didn't shake him in the slightest.
"South of here."
She looked him up and down again, but this time an amused smile played at her perfectly painted lips.
"South of the Northern Lands. You don't say."
She continued to smirk, but earned no response. So she ventured forward.
"You are those brave travelers who are crossing the mountains, are you not?"
"Indeed," he confirmed with a stiff nod. "Have you any information regarding them?"
This time a short laugh did escape her.
"I'm used to dealing with men who have a one-track mind, but you are of a different breed altogether."
His gaze took on a dangerous tint, and appeared to shoot a visible thrill right through her.
"You have no idea."
She was openly smiling now. She looked as if she was restraining herself from touching him. Kagome knew that look.
"You know, I wanted to choose you," she informed him casually. "But these things are predetermined. The boy I danced with; his father just entered into a treaty with my brother. I was commanded to favor him as a show of good faith."
Kagome recognized his smile as one he partnered with mockery.
"As far as dutiful burdens go, I would say you have gotten off easy," he deigned. She smiled coyly.
"It's not as easy as it looks. What do you know of it?" After she asked, he leaned close to give his answer.
"More than you may perceive."
It was so weird to see Sesshoumaru demurring to another royal. He must just be trying to fit in... as much as someone like him ever could. He almost looked like he was enjoying being a nobody.
"Care to elaborate?" she tried, only to see him retreat and restraighten.
"I would not."
"Didn't think so." She looked him up and down once more for good measure; assessing. "So, are you going to ask me to dance or not?"
He schooled an unfamiliar smile into place, and to Kagome's surprise, offered his arm.
"Where are my manners? Princess..."
She could only watch helplessly as he escorted the woman off into the crowd.
The band was halfway through a slower song, so she pressed herself to him and followed his simple movements.
"And you are?" she finally asked, after his hands were on her body.
"Sesshoumaru."
"Sesshoumaru?" she repeated, and he fought the urge to flinch. "Hm, that is the name of a demon."
The way she mulled it, he worried she might recognize the famous name. He really should think of an alias, for while he was masquerading as a human. He simply wasn't used to pretending to be anything at all. But, he conceded, it would be better to maneuver undetected.
"Fine, don't tell me. You may keep your secrets, Sesshoumaru." He relaxed. She didn't believe him. Likely didn't even know who the real him was.
Humans were so easy. He needn't worry himself.
"You are as gracious as you are beautiful." His pandering came seamlessly. Then he realized, he actually meant it. She really was both those things. Perhaps he shouldn't try so hard to not enjoy himself. Being human was like... a vacation from propriety. From duty, and obligation.
A more lively, up tempo beat demanded a different dance routine. Though it had been some time, he easily led her around the bonfire. Captivating her peers and subjects alike with his flawless and fluid movements.
Finally, after a few trips around, she demanded he meet her family. She introduced him to her brother the prince, as well as their powerful allies who collectively ran this town.
His history and experience saw him fitting in with them just fine.
After a spirited discussion with a few of the royal men about execution and strategy in war, the princess demanded his attention once again.
"Are you ready for another?" she asked expectantly. He let his gaze stray to the miko he had left behind a good while ago. She was sitting alone, looking a bit downtrodden, and he considered he had been polite long enough.
"I am afraid I must retire," he informed her. "I have a long day tomorrow, you understand. But I thank you for your company, princess." She flushed unexpectedly when he lifted her hand to place a kiss on the top of it. But as soon as the heat of his lips subsided, she was only awash in confusion. She tried to shake herself of it. Tried to make sense of him.
"The night is still young," she insisted with a smile. She was obviously not used to being denied anything. "If you tire of dancing, come back with me to the palace. You have my word I will have you out of there at a decent hour."
It was a tempting offer. He considered it for a moment before turning his sights once again upon the miko on the sidelines.
The princess was definitely not accustomed to being rejected. And she was trying to retain her dignity by conceiving how she could order him to obey her request.
Kagome had lost track of the time; not that she ever really knew it.
Either way, he had been gone forever, and she doubted she would ever get him back now.
Yet another awkward, albeit sweet young man saw her on her lonesome and came to ask her to dance, and yet again she had refused. She just wanted to go back to bed.
But Sesshoumaru was off charming princesses, and Inuyasha and Sango were still dancing by the fire. She was beginning to think that Miroku had the right idea. Maybe next time she should just find a nice looking man to go hole away with, rather than fulfil social obligations.
She was ready to finally give up and leave the rest of her pack to their own devices, until a pair of black boots and pristine white hakama came into view. She panned up to see him genuinely grinning at her.
No smirk, no mockery. She didn't want to think of how the princess managed that.
"I apologize for being otherwise detained," he offered smoothly, along with his hand. She'd really missed his voice. "Will you honor me with a dance?"
Great. He was drunk. So much for idle promises. She was not looking forward to dealing with him in the morning. He was going to be super cranky.
"What happened to your princess?" she asked moodily, not bothering to take his hand- still outstretched.
"Etiquette demanded I indulge her, but I have gifted her enough of my time." Unsurely, yet obediently nonetheless, her hand betrayed her by extending to rest in his.
"Is that what this is?" she asked suspiciously. "A gift?"
"Of course," he informed her, pulling her close to him as he did. "And I would thank you for it."' Without ever leaving her eyes, he brought her hand to his lips and placed a kiss on the back.
His touch shot heat and pleasure all through her body, and he had to know it. Unable to refuse, or for that matter speak at all, she allowed him to guide her by the fire for the first time that night.
The song was once again up tempo, but he pulled her to him as if it was slow. She placed her hand at his shoulder, while he in turn used his hand at her hip to mold her to his body tightly.
"I just remembered; I don't know how to dance." She made her confession as other couples twirled and spun vivaciously around them.
But he refused to follow the crowd. Instead, he leaned in close to her, and let her see his honest enjoyment.
"I like that about you." And then he pressed her head against his shoulder.
She was raw. Untrained. Untainted. He could easily mold her for his purposes.
But he found, all he wanted was for her to stay like this forever. He wanted to shape her into nothing, although she had limitless potential.
She was easy to lead in his grasp. She would likely be easy to lead around a dancefloor. But he hated dancing. He just wanted her near him. Perhaps it made it all worth it.
"I had no idea you could dance," she finally said. She had been watching him show off with the princess for the last hour or so. He really was something. Truly good at fucking everything. So the opposite of her.
"Why would you?" he asked with a chuckle. "I only do so when obligated." Their clasped hands were her lifeline. With them, he ordered her to spin for him, and return to him. No words were needed between them. They rarely were anymore.
"Is that what this is?" she asked when she was flush against him once more. He was still smiling at her fondly. At the moment, she couldn't remember a time when he hadn't been.
"No. I wanted to dance with you."
"Why?" It was so earnest a question. And he didn't know why, but it made him laugh.
"I am not certain," he answered honestly, because that was just what he did. "I just know that while dancing with her, I found myself wishing for your company instead."
It didn't answer everything, but she decided it was the answer she wanted. Placing her cheek back against his chest, she just let herself accept it.
"I prefer your company too."
"To whom?" he asked softly, slightly amused. Despite feeling his eyes on her, she couldn't bear to lift her head. "You chose to remain alone all evening, sitting in solitude."
But she would still answer him. She would do whatever he asked of her. At that moment, his body just felt too warm and nice against her skin to relinquish. She felt herself getting sleepy, as if hypnotized.
"I prefer you to solitude, and I prefer solitude to anyone else."
It was so easy to just be honest.
"I feel the same about you."
And satisfying, she learned.
By breakfast the next morning, everyone was packed and ready to go. After their nourishing meal, the group would be heading off towards the mountains, this time with even the demon packmates in tow.
They couldn't risk flying Kirara over, for fear of being seen. From here on out, she was going to need to walk with the rest of them, or be carried. Either way, she would be forced to retain her adorable kitten form so as not to appear as a threat to the territorial cat youkai.
"So Miroku, how did it go with Aya? Did she give you anything?" Kagome asked as she consumed her bowl of instant oatmeal. Sesshoumaru had been a bit peeved that he hadn't gotten to question her himself. He seemed very interested in this demon magic, and Kagome only hoped that was all he really cared about missing out on.
Feeling a little bad about it, she prayed that Miroku had been an acceptable substitute.
"Oh, yes. Quite a bit," he said through a grin. His waggling eyebrows weren't really necessary. "Thank you for the introduction Kagome-sama. That was just the sendoff a man needs right before heading into a land with no women for who knows how long."
Sesshoumaru didn't react, but she leveled the pervert with an admonishing glare.
"I meant about the magic. Did she give you any information?"
He shook his head, scraping the rest of his breakfast into his plastic spoon as he spoke.
"Nothing aside from what she already told you, I am afraid. I suppose we will just have to keep our wits about us."
That was actually too bad. They had enough to worry about without throwing mysterious magic into the mix. Luckily, they were mostly a pack of humans at the moment. Maybe it wouldn't affect them, if it was even true to begin with.
"Before we depart, there is something I wish to discuss." All eyes drew to Sesshoumaru, who had finished his meal long ago and was simply waiting on the others to depart.
"These mountains are treacherous, and we have the added obstacle of operating beneath the notice of several powerful and territorial demons. You all have my respect for agreeing to embark on such a journey with This One, as well as my gratitude."
His rare praise was validating, but also nerve wracking. It told them their journey was certain to be a trying one.
"I will do all in my power to ensure each of your safety. However, we must prepare for every eventuality."
"What are you getting at?" Inuyasha demanded as the Western Lord made a point to make eye contact with each of them.
"There is a chance we may become separated. Whether by attack or terrain or injury, there are several possible outcomes which see at least one of us being forced to deviate from the group. In this occurrence, we must establish a rendezvous point so that we may reunite before we enter the compound. I shall leave no man – or woman – behind."
The possibility of splitting up was a frightening one. Especially because he seemed to be concerned about it.
"Okay. Where were you thinking?" Sesshoumaru appeared to have a plan, so Inuyasha was willing to let him take the floor. He pulled out his map, and rolled it out on the table where everyone could view it.
"The tiger's territory lies on the other side of the mountains. Once inside, there is a large village beyond the surrounding forest perimeter. This village will be our haven. It is occupied by humans who serve the tigers in various capacities, and they are allowed to reside there without conflict. It is understood by the youkai of this land that the village is not to be disturbed, and is offered a measure of protection. These humans will be welcoming and accommodating should we require their hospitality."
He pointed to the section of land where the village lay, but there was so much forest that nothing distinguishable could be discerned.
"This is where we will rejuvenate and construct our final plan before breaching the compound. Should anything happen, travel there and await my arrival. We will not go on until all of us are reunited."
"But what if-"
"I do not plan for failure," he cut off sharply, obviously anticipating the question. "I trust everyone present will succeed in preserving themselves adequately."
He clearly refused to address it, but none of the other members could dismiss the underlying question. How long would they wait until they figured someone didn't make it?
"It is inland of the province's southwest border," he continued. "The village is large. Should you arrive in the vicinity; it is doubtful you will miss it. Do not forget."
He emphasized the point beyond the mountains again, and they tried to memorize the location, just in case.
"Well, as long as we're not planning for failure, let's not plan to split up at all, okay?"
Sesshoumaru nodded, pleased with his brother's assessment. Dwelling on tragic conclusions was a waste of time, and an insult to his experience.
"Indeed. Once we enter the mountains, everyone must stay near. And on alert."
His grave warning was accepted with the seriousness with which it was relayed. With another meaningful round of eye contact, he rolled up his map and repacked it. They were now ready to go. When the last of their breakfast was consumed, they gathered their belongings and finally set out for the Northern Mountains.
The vast Northern Mountain Range cut dramatically through the northeast corner of the country. Running northwest to southeast, the cluster of large mountains provided many ports of entry via access to the base.
The particular mountain they had come upon was the one they would be scaling to find their way to the other side, and it was likely an excursion that would take a few days. But it was important to enter the mountain at the correct location. Several misleading points of entry could see to taking the pack of travelers along a pathway that led to the incorrect destination; depositing them far from the bridge they were seeking, or else simply taking them into dangerous terrain.
So once they finally made it out of the surrounding forest at the base, the brief celebration they indulged in proved to be premature. For now as they scoured the perimeter, they were finding that locating the correct trailhead was more difficult than they had anticipated.
Inuyasha was far up ahead, using his speed to more quickly scout out the possible access points and look for the defining landmarks of their desired entrance.
The rest trailed behind, keeping a steady pace but ensuring not to overtax themselves. Once they breached the mountain, they were going to need every last ounce of energy to make it over.
So far no demons had been spotted, so that was something. They were worried they may be met with hostility before they even got started. But the pumas must be further up the incline. Hopefully they would not encounter any at all, as it was still their goal to travel through beneath all notice.
"We are going the wrong way," Kagome said as she distracted herself with Sesshoumaru's map. In her other hand was her compass, and she was continuously comparing the two, often turning herself slightly to achieve her desired perception.
"As I have been saying for the last five miles, miko," Sesshoumaru remarked beside her, doing fairly well at masking his increased exasperation with the stubborn young woman.
"Oh, have you? I tuned you out before we reached the forest." He plucked the map out of her hand easily, and tucked it back into his clothes. Twisting her lips into a scowl, Kagome took one last look at her compass and shoved it back in her pocket.
"If you had not, we could have corrected course an hour ago. Perhaps you enjoy wandering aimlessly." He loomed behind her as he made his observation. They continued walking forward while she threw him an accusatory glance over her shoulder.
"You used to be pretty good at it yourself, if I recall."
A few paces ahead, the monk and the slayer caught each other's eyes, and rolled them simultaneously. 'Here we go again,' they seemed to communicate wordlessly.
Actually, they'd had a pretty good run. The constantly bickering couple had been behaving themselves rather well. But with the frustration of not being able to locate their access point, they likely had some tension that was in need of release. They seemed to commence picking at each other mostly in times of extreme boredom, or anxiety.
The unfortunate bystanders recognized the beginning of what was sure to be a long, over dramatic argument, so they picked up their pace to save themselves the anguish of eavesdropping.
"If you do, you are false," Sesshoumaru replied, not taking notice of the others' rapid departure. "Your human mind simply could not conceive my complex motive. None can."
He made a show of avoiding her, lifting his chin slightly to peruse the mountainside to their right. She took no such efforts.
"Really? Cuz all it looked like on our end was crisscrossing your territory pointlessly. Only stopping to make a play for Tetsusiaga every once in a while." She accented her point by gesturing broadly with her hand.
Having gotten some distance, the former lovers ahead of them leaned in to indulge in a bit of grumbling themselves.
"They need to get a room already and get it over with," Sango declared, earning a vigorous nod of agreement. Kirara, who sat on her shoulder, mewed in apparent solidarity, making it unanimous.
"I know. Spare me this long, drawn-out, tortuous foreplay." Despite their protestations, it was becoming clear to everyone how close the two of them seemed to becoming. Even Inuyasha was beginning to notice the palpable charge between them, though he saw fit to stay out of it. He didn't even want to think about them being together.
It had been more subtle at first, but the way they seemed to enjoy spinning each other up, and getting themselves heated in the process, it was beginning to look like a prelude to ultimately unleashing some incredibly pent up desires. And it only got worse the longer they waited.
With the frequency their little squabbles were occurring, it seemed like only a matter of time before they finally put their words aside and settled their disagreements physically.
"They both need to get laid so bad. I'm about to lock them up in the nearest hut until they figure it out." Sango was only half-joking. Their sexual frustration was starting to make her irritable.
"I already tried that," Miroku informed her. "All they do is fight until they fall asleep in each other's arms; exhausted from something as boring as a debate. Dolts."
They shook their heads, really more annoyed than amused with them at this point, and pressed forward.
The forest that had ended a while back appeared to begin encroaching on the mountainside. Trees were once again beginning to litter their path, and they were continuously dodging and weaving to avoid walking straight into one. If the arguing got too encompassing, it was very likely someone would end up with a broken nose.
"Hn. I do not expect you to understand," Sesshoumaru replied to her haughtily. Then, fixed her with a glare. "I recall snatching your hide out of death's clutches more than once on my pointless travels. You think that was just a coincidence?"
She avoided meeting his gaze to receive that glare, just because she knew how much it irritated him, and shrugged.
"Probably. Besides, you made as many attempts on my life as rescues, so we can just call it even."
He returned his sights forward as they walked together in step. They would sperate momentarily to avoid running into trees, before returning to each other's side to pick up right where they left off. When they met again this time, he slid his eyes down to her.
"Had I wanted you dead, you would be." He tried to sound as intimidating as he looked, and succeeded. Unfortunately, with her progressive comfort in his presence, it was not nearly to the degree he had hoped for.
"So you didn't try to melt me with poison?" she asked, cocking her eyebrow in condemnation.
"I knew that if you survived, you would be worthy to live."
"But you didn't know I would survive." Her accusation was accurate, and bothered him more than he cared to admit.
He couldn't believe there was ever a time when he would have come after her so brutally. And really, it wasn't all that long ago. At the moment, he'd never been so pleased of his failure.
"I knew you would not survive being abandoned inside Naraku. Even Inuyasha made an attempt on your life. And did I receive a thank you?"
She stopped in place, and furrowed her brow as she recalled the day she'd woken to find him slicing down a barrage of demons who attempted to attack her.
"I'm pretty sure you did."
Now it was his turn to still.
Had she thanked him? He truly did not remember. It would certainly have been uncharacteristic.
Perhaps she had. Damn.
"Well, how about an apology?" he wondered as he tried to salvage his grievance. "For touching my person?"
She smiled wide, aware that she'd won that round. He was grasping at straws, and that bought her some room to antagonize.
"Your pelt is really fluffy. You know, some of the villagers used to call you that."
His glare slid down to her again as he forced his low voice past thinned lips.
"Give me their names."
"Never. Just thought you'd like to know."
Kagome was incredibly pleased with herself, which meant he had to endure her silent gloating until he could think of a suitable retort.
He scowled to himself as he turned his thoughts inward, and tried not to focus on the way she was practically skipping.
Oh well. At least it was quiet.
"Mukotsu," he finally mentioned, after arguably way too long.
"Who?"
"He poisoned you. Had you in a fairly compromised position, if I recall. Had I not arrived when I had, you would likely be raising the ugliest humans born to date. And the competition is stiff."
She remembered that day well, despite her best efforts to repress it. She suppressed a shudder as she conjured up images of the unattractive poison master, and what he intended to do with her.
"Come to think of it, I often need to save you from assault," Sesshoumaru realized accurately. Like, disturbingly accurately. He became thoughtful. "Perhaps I could marry you off to the highest bidder. Then, you would be his duty."
Gods, his amused little smirk was so fucking obnoxious.
"Hey, no one is making you stay," she pointed out before a devious smile played upon her lips. "I think you kind of like being the knight in shining armor."
Thoroughly offended, he scoffed and turned his gaze elsewhere.
"No, it's true. Just think; The Terrible Lord Sesshoumaru, taking time out of his busy day - brushing his hair and stroking his fluff – to jump in and rescue poor helpless human girls. Do you get off on that? Stepping in and showing everyone what a real man looks like?"
Her suggestive question had her stepping closer, and he found himself inexplicably rattled that she would imply such a thing.
But then he remembered she was only trying to get a rise out of him.
"You are anything but helpless. That is the problem. One burst of your purity and the match would be over. Yet, you take me away from others who need my assistance, just to play damsel in distress." He drew close to her this time, because turnabout was fair play. He lowered his voice for effect, and nearly made her shiver when his hot breath danced across her ear. "I think, for all of your talk of independence and equality, that you enjoy being shown what a real man looks like. Even though I have only been one for a handful of weeks."
And then he withdrew, pleased to have the woman successfully shaken.
"You are not even terrible with a bow," he threw in generously, and she beamed at the compliment. Until he tacked on an addendum. "Anymore."
She glared as that annoying little smirk returned to his handsome face, and she let him walk ahead.
"Shot your ass," she muttered.
"Yet, here I stand."
"Yeah, I'm regretting my aim more every day," she said as her glare sharpened. Too bad he wasn't looking her way to receive it.
"Besides, it's not like you have a long list of females waiting to be saved. So far, it's just me, and those two ladies from that village den."
She caught up to him again, and he finally deigned to acknowledge her.
"At least they knew how to offer proper thanks. So very rude, miko."
Her hands flew to her chest in a sarcastic show of gratitude.
"Oh, yes. Thank you so much for saving my virtue. Can I offer it to you on a platter? After all, it's just a prize to be won by the most capable man, isn't it? Is that what you are looking for? Is that why you help people?"
Insulted at her insinuation, he creased his brow at her menacingly.
"If you recall, I turned down those ladies' very generous offer."
"Only because I asked you to."
"Indeed. And why was that again?" he demanded she recall. But instead, she dismissively shrugged and turned away from him.
"Why did you appease me? I don't know. Maybe you've got a soft spot for me."
Before she could react, he had her back pressed up against the tree they were passing. Blue eyes flew wide in surprise as he used his sturdy hips to press her firmly into the bark.
He had a palm flat against the tree on either side of her face, effectively caging her in. When he lowered himself to place his face within an inch of hers, she felt a pleasurable ache awaken between her legs.
"I'll show you soft."
She made a move to untangle herself from him, but to no avail. His body was hard and unmoving. And she really didn't have the will to remove him.
"No," he insisted, pressing himself into her even more firmly. "Why did you insist I refrain? Remind me."
Ever since leaving that mansion a while back, she had been acting like nothing at all had occurred between them. As if he would just forget how soft, and willing she had been when she melted against his lips and tongue.
He understood why she did not wish to pursue things further, and he would respect her decision. But ever since arriving in the Northern Lands, her behavior had drastically altered.
He hadn't missed the looks she had been giving him. The longing stares. The increase of contact. The suggestive innuendos. Not to mention the jealousy around other females.
It was almost as if she still desired to be his. If so, he was more than willing to indulge her.
But after insinuating that she may wish to offer herself, she would recant just as quickly. Pull back, as if to deny any lingering attachment. It was very confusing.
Clearly, things had been left unfished between them. But she infuriatingly insisted on pretending there had never been any sort of attraction.
It was time to remind her.
"Because it was a stupid idea," she insisted, refusing to acknowledge that they'd already been around this particular block before.
"Not for the monk. Why did you not care if he slept with those women, if the idea of me doing the same offended you so?"
She glared up at him, long since given up on trying to squirm out of his hold. Instead, she placed her hands on his hips only to push against him very lightly; a pathetic, unconvincing attempt at resistance.
"Miroku is used to that kind of stuff. I don't think you can handle it."
"Oh, is that so, virgin Kagome?" he asked, mockery dripping from his tone.
"It is, human virgin Sesshoumaru."
The sinister grin he gave her had her squeezing her thighs together.
"You know, we could remedy both of our shortcomings very easily. Perhaps you wish to see exactly what I can handle."
She looked up into his evil smile, and offered one of her own.
"Perhaps..."
She relished as she saw his eyes widen a fraction; she'd managed to startle him. He certainly hadn't been expecting that sort of reaction to his threat.
"C'mon you two! We're losing daylight..." Miroku's warning shout could be heard in the unseen distance ahead.
Kagome took advantage of his distraction by dislodging herself from him, and ducking under his still planted arm.
"See, there I go. Taking valuable time away from a girl who really needs help." She brushed the bark off her ass as he straightened back to full height. "Maybe we should focus on finding Rin, instead of trying to conquer my virginity."
She began trudging forward, and he was quick to follow.
"I can do both."
She turned to look over her shoulder to see he was no longer taunting. The intent look in his eyes made that very clear.
She held his gaze meaningfully, as she appeared to size him up.
"Her first. Then, we'll see." She turned back around, only to be called after once more.
"Miko." His firm command made her stop, and she spun slowly to see him cautiously approach. He looked like he was stalking prey. "You are under no obligation to grant me any favors, regardless if it would be the polite thing to do." She rolled her eyes at that.
"But if you have no intention of seeing these vague promises through, you can at least stop standing in the way of any other who might enjoy the experience." He gestured to himself as he stopped short of touching her. "If you would like to be my first in this form, I will gladly make it so. But if you do not, I would kindly ask you to stop being a tease and step aside."
His request was intense and clear, just like he always was. And inspired by his confidence, she finally opted to tell him exactly what she wanted.
"Hey, if you want to go get it where you can manage, be my guest. Have at it."
She smiled then, stepping forward to close the last bit of space between them, and ran her hand up his chest, to his shoulder.
"But if you would rather share the experience with me, you are going to have to be patient and keep it in your pants around other women." His hand reflexively went to her hip, and he altered between looking to where she was touching him, and the determined sparkle in her captivating eyes.
"I'm not ready yet. But I will be." Her free hand rose to caress his cheek, and it was all he could do not to lean into her touch. He felt himself quickly losing the upper hand in this exchange. "And when I am, if you have been a good, loyal boy, I will give myself to you." He rose his gaze to hers, and felt all his blood rush south at the insinuation. Her boldness was such an incredible turn on.
Both his hands were on her hips now, and his face was inching closer as his eyes became fixated on her tempting little mouth. But she pulled away.
"But I don't want to be with a man who can't control himself long enough to wait for me. It's up to you. I understand if you can't handle that, but that's how it is for me."
And then she released him, as if she could take or leave him. As if walking away was as simple as that. Apparently it was, as she untangled herself from his hold and did exactly that.
She began to continue onward to close some distance between her and her friends, but once again he stalked behind her; intent and intense as he prowled.
"What kind of miko are you?" he wondered, making her smile to herself. "And what kind of woman to initiate such a challenge? You do not know whom you are dealing with." He approached her side, and dipped his head low to let his hot breath caress her ear and neck once again. "You better just hope that when you can no longer take it, when you crawl to me on your hands and knees begging for me to take you, that I will still find you as intriguing. I can wait forever, miko. Can you?"
When his tongue made light contact with the edge of her ear, a violent shiver rocked through her form. She had to stop walking to retain her balance, and the mocking smirk she had worn was reduced to a startled, incredulous gasp.
He smiled in victory, not relinquishing his proximity.
"Just remember, it was only a few short weeks ago that you lusted after the half breed," he reminded her huskily. "I hope for your sake you are not as fickle as you seem. For I can guarantee that the next fool you fancy will not handle you as well as I can."
And then he removed himself from her, and forged on ahead.
Gathering herself quickly, she mourned her loss of control.
"Pretty cocky for a virgin," she grumbled to him hotly.
With a sharp glare over his shoulder, he responded in kind.
"Likewise."
It had only taken another day to reach the suspension bridge.
A high platform on the east side of the mountain wasn't quite at the top, but it wasn't very far off. From there, the bridge seemed to go on endlessly. But off in the distance, on the other side was their destination. The tiger's province.
And beyond that, the human village. And somewhere beyond that, the compound. They were close enough to taste it.
But still oh, so far.
The bridge was old, and had obviously seen better days. The length spanned over a roaring river far below, but also several rocky cliffs and crevasses that decorated the hillsides running down to the vast canyon.
One wrong step, and it would be over.
"Man, that thing looks shady as fuck," Inuyasha said as they peered wearily across the great valley.
"I do not like the looks of it either," Miroku agreed. They had finally made it; were standing right on the edge. In a few steps, they would be on the bridge that would take them to where they were going.
But excitement was at a record low.
"If only Kirara wasn't injured, we could take turns flying across." Unfortunately, as Sango lamented, their sweet kitten demon was out for the count.
They had managed to avoid any menacing youkai on their journey. Aside from a few harmless, lower level woodland demons; bats, birds, bugs... nothing that meant them any harm, therefor warranted no conflict.
But they did encounter a touch of the demon magic they had heard about.
Unfortunately, their only full demon was the one to prove its existence.
An animal trap, not unlike the one Kagome had barely avoided during her deer hunt, had been laid beside the trail. It wasn't as large as the one the miko almost stepped in, but still caused a good deal of damage to the poor little fire cat who waltzed within its clutches.
It was confirmed that the magic camouflaged the trap to demons, because after becoming ensnared, Inuyasha had been unable to see what was afflicting the unlucky cat.
She hadn't seen it either, and apparently Inuyasha's demon blood was enough to activate the magic and shield the trap from his view. None of the humans had any issue seeing it, and frantically worked to remove her from its grip.
Her leg, and part of her tail had been brutally injured. She was a demon, so she should have been able to withstand the damage, or at least heal quickly. But it appeared that the magic also had a component which caused extra harm to the demons they ensnared.
Sango held the kitten to her chest, cooing and consoling her as she mewed in obvious pain. Sesshoumaru assured her that the village they were heading to would be able to heal her.
"It would still present a risk," he reminded them. "If any of the scouts saw us, they would be waiting for us when we arrived."
They had been warned against flying here, but if she was well, it was likely they would have opted to chance it.
"But they ain't gonna notice the five of us walking across this long, dangerous bridge?" Inuyasha's question was valid. If they had scouts monitoring the perimeter, surely they had eyes on the one bridge into town.
"They will assume we are in their employ," Sesshoumaru rationally explained. "The humans who live in those lands may come and go as they please. Should anyone ask, simply invent a profession."
"Like what?" Miroku asked, earning a flat look from the Western Lord.
"You may pretend you are a capable monk."
"I'm wounded!"
"It does not matter what you say." He then turned to the woman cradling the slightly mangled cat. "However, I would advise against divulging that you are a demon slayer, or anything of the like. You work for demons, that is all they need to know."
Sango nodded in understanding, but Inuyasha's focus remained on the daunting rope bridge before them.
"That's a long way down. Maybe we should find another way." If it were just him, he was certain he could survive the fall. But any of the others would be goners for sure. It was very risky.
Understanding the reluctance, Sesshoumaru pursed his lips and pointed to the other side.
"The village lays right across this bridge, and beyond that forest. It is the quickest path by far. There is a way to go around, but the river provides many complications. It would take several days to find our way over without the bridge."
"Kirara is in pain," Sango immediately countered. "I've got to get her to that village where she can get some help. I'm going."
She determinedly strode forward, but Miroku's urgent voice stopped her cold.
"Sango, wait!"
She did, turning to hear the man out.
"I will go first."
"Miroku-"
"Allow me to test its mettle," he implored. "When we are certain it is safe, follow after me." He exchanged meaningful eye contact with both Sango and Inuyasha. When both remained silent, he took it as permission.
"Be careful," said Sango, not hiding the plea in her tone. Even though they'd been through some rough times, she would always care about him. Would always love him.
"Don't worry," he replied breezily, perhaps downplaying the gravity of the situation. But then, what good would additional fretting do? He smiled his charming smile. "All this traveling has helped me lose a few pounds. This bridge won't even know I'm on it."
The others were uncertain, but none saw fit to interfere. He gathered himself, and prepared to depart. But before he did, he turned to the demon slayer.
"Perhaps a kiss for good luck?" he asked hopefully, only to meet Inuyasha's threatening scowl as he pulled his woman away from the notorious lecher.
"You know what you can kiss."
"Are you sure?" he tried again; this time turned toward the miko. "This may be your last chance..."
Surprising everyone, Kagome pressed forward and took the monk's cheek in her hand. She raised up on her tip toes to gently press her lips to his opposite cheek, and whispered something unintelligible into his ear.
Softening incredibly, he offered her a warm, grateful smile, and without another word turned to make the trip across.
Though none of them spoke, their anxiety was palpable. They watched on baited breath as he took every step further out onto the bridge.
He continued to move bravely, even though each step forward caused the unreliable bridge to shake and swing.
He gripped the sides of the rope walls for balance, and often had to step wide to bypass fallen planks which created gaps; some even large enough to fall through.
"It's got to be a mile long," Kagome observed nervously. Her eyes never left the motivated young monk. Errantly, she realized he still had her backpack on his shoulders. He had offered to carry it for her as she began to get more winded near the top, and she worried the extra weight would cause him trouble.
'He probably took it so I didn't have to.'
When he passed the halfway point, Sango became tired of waiting. Steeling her resolve, she clutched Kirara closer to her breast and ensured her boomerang was secured tightly to her back.
"It seems sturdy enough. I'm going."
"I'm going with you," Inuyasha demanded, following her to the bridge.
"No. We shouldn't add too much weight. Wait until I'm halfway." The firm look in her eyes brooked no room for argument, and he never felt so helpless.
He knew his woman was strong, and stubborn. There was no point in pulling rank. She wouldn't listen anyway.
He wanted to go first, make sure it was safe enough. But they were all going to have to cross eventually, and he still had Kagome to look after.
Terrified and resolved, he pulled her tightly to him, careful so as not to cause the injured kitten any more discomfort.
"Kami, be careful." He demanded, fighting down the fear that was threatening to consume him. "I love you." It was said in a whisper, but they all heard it. By the way Sango's eyes widened, it appeared to be the first time he had made the confession. She smiled then, and returned the sentiment.
"I love you too."
Pulling back, they poured all their emotions into a lingering gaze, and then he pressed forward, and poured more through his lips.
Kagome's heart broke at the raw show of emotion. When he was through, Inuyasha gave a comforting, sympathetic pat on the little demon's head. She mewed her acceptance.
And then Sango was off, unwilling to waste more time or let her fears take hold. She moved faster than Miroku had. His experimental steps bolstered enough confidence to speed through the process a little faster. She had the added incentive of cradling an injured pet, but she also just wanted to be over and done with it.
He was about three quarters the way when she approached the halfway mark. That was when she slowed, and let him regain a little distance so as to disperse their combined weight.
There was a collective sigh of relief when he finally made it across. And not a second later did Inuyasha encourage Kagome to begin.
He wanted to go after Sango, but decided he couldn't leave Kagome behind. Eager and impatient, he turned back to his friend.
"You go first, Kagome," he coaxed sternly. His eyes kept cutting over to view Sango's progress. She was at about the three-quarter mark now herself.
Peering over the edge, she felt herself begin to tremble, and closed her eyes tight to prevent vertigo from coming on.
"Uh, no... you go. Make sure she makes it okay."
His head snapped back to her, assessing as best he could.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concern present in his tone.
"Fine. Just kinda... don't like heights." He gave her a worried look. "But I'll be fine! I just, need a moment."
He was eager to get to Sango, who he was relieved to see had just made it to the other side. He was uncomfortable leaving Kagome behind, but at least Sesshoumaru was there.
Hopefully, after he made it, she would gain a little more confidence. He pulled her to him tightly.
"Okay, but be careful. I love you too."
She just squeezed him back, too focused on the tightness in her chest to respond properly. When they separated, he still held a firm grip on upper arms, but he leaned around her to address his half-brother who watched on passionlessly.
"Do not leave her behind," he commanded with a scowl.
The cold glare Sesshoumaru returned him more than matched it.
"Do not insult me." The stare down lasted several long seconds, until Inuyasha was rightly satisfied. He still didn't trust his brother fully, but he discovered that he trusted him with Kagome.
With a single nod, he released her, and set off to make it over.
Impatient and eager, he opted to bound across. He would leap several planks at a time with no caution or timidity, causing Kagome's heart to lodge in her throat.
"He's stomping too hard. Look how much its swinging." Knowing she was to depart once he made it halfway, she grew increasingly nervous when he crossed the quarter way mark.
Sesshoumaru frowned as he looked at the terrified young woman. He'd never seen her so rattled. Visibly shaking, he worried if she could walk with enough poise to make it safely.
"We can go around," he suggested. Though he would admit it was not ideal. Still, if she was so worried about it, he would be remiss to force her. There was little the miko was afraid of. It was unsettling to see her in such a state.
She turned to look up at him, determination beating out distress.
"And split up? No way."
"They know the rendezvous point. They will wait." He placed a firm hand on her arm, assuring her of his presence.
"No, I'm just being paranoid. I'll be fine." Her assurances seemed to be for her as much as him. "Kirara can't wait. Neither can Rin."
She wasn't wrong. Going around would set them back terribly. But none of that would matter if they fell to their deaths.
"Besides, that lecher still has my backpack. I don't trust him around my underwear." The weak smile she offered him encouraged one of his own.
"Neither do I."
Inuyasha approached the halfway point, and she drew a deep breath.
"Okay, I'm going."
When she reached the edge, she paused. She willed herself not to look down. But when she looked out, she found the length of the bridge did little to allay her fears. She decided she would need to simply look where she was stepping, and block out anything else.
"Kagome..." She turned at the gentle call of her name. Witnessing the previous couple's heartfelt admissions, she longed for a similar sendoff. But she knew it was a tall order, especially from him.
They had grown closer, but they were not lovers. Little more than friends. But that had been quite a feat in itself.
She saw him struggling with himself. There was more to say, they both knew it. But making a heartfelt confession now would be planning for failure. They still had time.
She saw the concern in his eyes, and that was enough for her.
"Wish me luck," she finally ordered. He complied.
"Good luck."
He wanted more. He wanted to pull her to him. To kiss her. To give her assurance. To comfort them both. But something held him back. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak.
"I'll see you over there," she said with a smile, and her nerves appeared to melt away for a moment.
Then a startled yell in the distance caused them both to snap their heads.
He'd misjudged his step. Either that, or one of the planks decided to give. Either way, Inuyasha's legs were dangling under the bridge. His arms were the only thing holding him up and the bridge was now at his chest.
His demon strength was likely the only thing keeping him from dropping to his death, but he was still struggling for purchase.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome screamed, and she took off running.
Sesshoumaru was too late in reaching for her to prevent her from going, and she was out of his grasp.
He briefly considered not following; afraid of his added weight compromising the bridge. But that thought quickly subsided as instinct had him chasing after her.
Sango placed down Kirara, and started to double back form the safety of the platform. But Miroku's firm grasp prevented her from returning to him.
She struggled with the monk, who used all he had to restrain her. But when Inuyasha yelled his command not to come for him, it caused her to halt.
"Stay back! It's too much weight!" he ordered, but she continued to resist. "Dammit, Sango, stay there!" The command from her alpha and lover was difficult to obey, but with tears in her eyes, she allowed the monk to hold her back.
He could feel the bridge shaking more violently as he continued to attempt to pull himself up. Though he couldn't see, he shouted back knowingly.
"Kagome! Stay back. I can get myself up."
But she didn't listen.
"Kagome, god dammit! I said stay back!"
She made it a good quarter way when Sesshoumaru finally caught up to her. Grabbing her arm tightly, he began to drag her back.
She struggled to get out of his grip, but he only held her tighter to himself. Giving up on pulling her, he settled for holding her in place. She continued to fight against him as tears burned her eyes.
"I'm up!" Inuyasha announced, and they snapped their heads over verify. Sure enough, he was back on his feet, and Kagome let out a breath of pure relief. But it was short lived.
With an unexpected jerk, one of the upper ropes snapped.
The right side of the bridge became suddenly became slack. The bottom rope still held tight, along with both on the left, but without both sides holding them up, the planks beneath their feet began to lose their stability.
The planks were still sturdy enough to walk on, but wobbly and uneven. The entire right handrail was now useless, dangling limply below them.
Without a moment's hesitation, Sesshoumaru grabbed her hand tightly, and ran as fast as he could back the way they had come. He was pulling her so hard it felt like her shoulder would dislocate. But he ignored her screams of pain and her resistance as he focused only on getting them back across.
He knew without the support of the upper rope, the whole right side would soon give. He had to get them off this bridge before the entire thing collapsed.
Inuyasha was coming up behind them. He could have made it across, but he had to make sure Kagome was alright. He dashed back, using his inhuman speed to leap and bound along the increasingly unreliable wood planks under his feet. He could feel the tension begin to slack.
He felt when he landed to hard. The impact caused the lower right rope to finally snap from the strain, and the whole right side of the bridge finally gave out. The other side remained strong, but the planks now dangled uselessly sideways, opening up the floor for them to fall to their deaths.
He shouted for Kagome again, panicked not to see her up ahead. He now hung from both hands, terrified that she fell, and a sickening sense of dread flooded through his tired form.
But then he noticed his brother. He had her. They were close to the edge. They'd nearly made it. But just like him, Sesshoumaru was hanging by his own two hands, though he had the added burden of the miko grasping desperately to him for dear life.
She hung onto his waist, squeezing him with all she had, while his death grip on the remaining rope had his knuckles turning white. Inuyasha began to put one arm in front of the other, like swinging from monkey bars he used his demon strength to carry him over to the other side. He refused to look down; using all his might and determination to get over to his friend.
"Hang on Kagome!" he alerted them as he took himself closer. "I'm coming!"
She was too high on adrenaline to hear. To cry. To even think. Only instinct had her arms wrapped tightly around Sesshoumaru with her eyes squeezed painfully shut.
"Do not let go," he commanded her, much more calmly than was warranted. "And do not look down." But he didn't listen to his own advice. Looking down to the woman who had attached herself to him during the fall, he looked past their hanging bodies to the canyon deep below.
He couldn't even see the true bottom. If she slipped, if he let go... she would not survive.
She wasn't very heavy. He could probably use his hands to take them the last few feet to the mountainside. But he worried the turbulence might compromise her grip. If only he could lift her, if only she could climb up him just a little to secure herself around his neck... but what else could he do?
The remaining ropes would not hold out much longer with them hanging like this. His hands would not hold them up forever. Cursed weak human bodies.
He was tempted to ask her if she could scramble up his form, but he worried that once she released her grip, she would not be able to hold on again. He began to wonder if he should chance releasing one of his hands to attempt to pull her up when he caught the sight of red coming quickly on his right.
His hopes renewed. If Inuyasha had been able to carry himself all this way, perhaps he was strong enough to lift her.
"Inuyasha. Can you pull her up one-handed?"
He was right beside them now, close enough to touch.
"Yeah," he confirmed, "but I can't pull us across with only one arm."
"Lift her. Get her arms around my neck." After his clear command, Sesshoumaru addressed the frighteningly silent woman at his hips.
"Kagome. Inuyasha is going to pull you. When you are high enough, wrap your arms around my neck tightly. Can you do that?"
"Okay." He heard her detached voice clearly over the distant sound of the roaring river below. He tried to block it out.
Releasing his one hand from the rope above, Inuyasha used it to grab a tight fistful of Kagome's jacket. Quickly as he could, he dragged her up his brother's body. For just a moment, Inuyasha was the only thing keeping Kagome on that bridge, and it was terrifying. She tried not to think about the weightless feeling, and as soon as he held her above Sesshoumaru's back, she clamored desperately for him until she could put him in somewhat of a chokehold.
As soon as she found purchase, Inuyasha released her and grabbed onto the rope again.
"Wrap your legs around me," Sesshoumaru immediately demanded. The task was fairly easy, and he reaffirmed his grip. More confident of her hold on him, he finally attempted to inch himself forward. Rather than swinging one hand over the other like an ape, he slid his fists a bit at a time until they were finally pressed against the cliff's edge.
His arms burned. His shoulders burned. The strain was outstanding, but he forced himself to put any pain out of his mind and just focused on moving forward. Those few feet felt like miles. The sweat was making it harder to get a grip.
Inuyasha was right behind them; forced to move slowly to accommodate the human's speed.
When at last Sesshoumaru got them to the other side, he remained holding on, pressing his body as tightly as possible against the mountainside.
"Dismount, Kagome," he ordered. Then, as an afterthought, "carefully."
She scrambled to get a foothold, against the mountainside, against Sesshoumaru... where ever she could. Inuyasha reached over to grab a handful of her clothing once more. He had to bend awkwardly around his brother, but he needed the insurance.
Clawing and scraping, she finally made it over the top. She crawled inland a couple feet, and finally collapsed heavily on her back.
Immediately, Sesshoumaru pulled himself over the edge, followed by his brother who perhaps had the most graceful dismount of the three. Once over the top, Sesshoumaru grabbed Kagome by the arm and dragged her a good few more feet inland before collapsing on his back beside her.
Heavy breathing accompanied her racing heart, as sobless tears streamed down her face. She was in far too much shock to do anything else.
Inuyasha fell on his back beside his brother, both of them sucking in big greedy breaths as their hearts attempted to return to normal.
They laid like that for a good few minutes, letting the chaos in their minds calm before finally finding a sitting position again. The brothers stared off at the bridge, still hanging only halfway, swaying from the recent trauma it had endured.
On the other side, they could see Miroku and Sango, and the flightless Kirara, but it was too far to communicate, or make out facial expressions.
Falling onto his back once more, Sesshoumaru finally turned to the shell-shocked woman on his right.
He was furious with her. How dare she run out there like that. How dare she put them all in danger. And all for that hanyou.
Did she have no faith in his abilities? Had she not interfered, perhaps the bridge would have held.
How dare she put herself in danger. Surely she knew he would follow. Surely she knew he would not simply let her go. She would endanger both their lives to save a half breed who was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. She would risk his life to save his brothers.
Though he supposed he already knew that. It should not be a surprise.
But her lack of concern for herself was most upsetting. He should lay into her.
But it took too much energy to be cross with her. Energy he did not have at the moment.
It was much easier to be relieved, and grateful that she was okay. That they all were.
Seeing her still frozen stiff with traumatic fear, he reached for her with his arm. His hands were burned, bleeding, and blistered. His muscles strained and sore. But when he pulled her against him, she offered no resistance. And as he held her against his chest and ran his fingers over her living, breathing form, he could only revel in his good fortune.
A/N: Reviews are encouraging and help me write faster. Thanks to all those who took the time to write them.