A chance encounter between a priestess and two devils in the modern era—a chance encounter that should've never happened. The priestess is trapped.—based on a suggestion from Wicked_Onna.
Featuring characters: demon!Ciel Phantomhive, older!Kagome Higurashi, and Sebastian Michealis. CielKagSeba/SessKag if you're wearing rose-colored glasses.
She stiffened, goosebumps clustered on her skin like a bad rash. A white line of sugar dashed into her coffee, festering it, before she had enough thinking process to tilt the white container upright and tucked it away back on the table. Kagome swallowed a thick glob of saliva to wet her suddenly dry throat. The air turned heavy with power—laced with toxicity and impurity.
The barista shot her a look, a friend of hers, but Kagome already thudded shut her laptops and capped her sugar-thickened drink. Pretending to be in a hurry, that she saw something alarming on her phone that warranted her attention. She wasn't much of an actor, but experiences followed her years. Shoving her computer into her bag, Kagome grabbed her warmed container and flitted through the door without a backward look.
She refused to look back to the pair responsible for striking terror in her heart.
The fact that Kagome hadn't seen what they looked like, was somehow comforting though.
Behind her, a man set her a glance and a smile quirked his lips, "My, she's quite in a hurry." His native tongue was notably different, standing out from among the common language of this populated land.
His shorter companion narrowed his eyes and followed his direction, "Anything's interesting about that one?"
For a sliver of one second, the man's eyes shone brilliantly red, "Oh, yes. Perhaps shall I implore you to take your garner with that one, milord?" His grin widened at his lord's grimace.
"…After I get my latte."
"You and your wants of sweet things."
Kagome was amazed that her heart hadn't leapt right out from her mouth and danced a jig. Rasping, she clung onto her precious coffee and slacked against the side of some building she took a refuge behind of, "Of what level of Hell…" she muttered, resting her lips on her drink. Were they from?
She quickly recoiled at the flavor, "eugh!" Kagome distorted her expression and strayed out a jumbled line of regrets, "ugh…" Flavor still flowed down her throat.
Too sweet…!
But it helped calm the burns in her lungs—and her heart. Righting the strap on her shoulder and minded her expensive laptops in the bag, Kagome inhaled and tasted the cooling air of the incoming winter, "Okay, you're okay girl. You're in a safe place now." She reminded herself.
Or as she say, as the flashes of old memories continued to roll behind her eyelids. Kagome rubbed a circle on her forehead and slumped her shoulders. No uses in dwelling on those strangers.
Nowadays, monsters doesn't hunt in the plain views. Humans might, but not those sorts. Kagome knew that.
She experienced her fair share of encounters and her bastard of a mentor made sure she won't remain ignorant to the underbelly of her era. Thumbing across the front of her phone in her pocket in her wool jacket, Kagome debated on whether or not if she should call Sesshoumaru regarding this freak development.
Their auras…they felt far worse than Magatsuhi. The persona of evil itself…! Kagome bit back a shiver and pushed away from the wall, putting one foot over the other. Nodding to herself, she should call Mr. Ito. If nothing else, even if it'd annoy the man to have his time wasted to reassure her, he'll put her worries to rest. Untucking her device, she pulled up Sesshoumaru's contact and pressed a thumb to call—
"Ah, there you are, our runaway friend." Kagome swallowed her cry at the jolly tone of a stranger and not registering the hot splashes spreading on her boots from her dropped coffee. That very stranger who set her nerves on fire. She lost her voice, watching with wide eyes when shadow unwounded from their shapes and unveiled them from the darkened depth. It was one-way alleyway, with a metal fence meant for privacy cutting off any other entry-point. Kagome would've heard them jumping over the barrier…
The smiling stranger laughed at her petrified face, "My, so it won't be too primitive for us to assume that you were not naïve to what we are?"
Kagome's nails knocked on the glass surface of her phone, choking at the sheer weight of their combined powers. She might've been strong at one point of time in her life, but she wasn't as young anymore. As capable as she once was.
She was already nearing her 40s, though great many thought her to still be in her early 20s. But, Kagome could feel every one of those years and her strength eroded with time and lack of upkeep. Gritting her teeth, Kagome straightened her spine and ignored the pressure in the air swelling around her, "May I help you?" She clenched her teeth, begging Sesshoumaru to just pick up his fucking phone.
The shrilling rings beating the air twitched up the dull-faced companion's brows, "If you're calling police, it'll be a problem." He murmured. In a blink so quick, Kagome hadn't register he vanished at all, her pink device reappeared in his hand. He cocked his head at the number, "Hm, not the emergency number. Ito. Now, why is that name so familiar?"
Inching over the smaller male's head, he peered, "Oh, Ito Satoshi of the Ito Inc., perhaps?" The tall one eyed the number, chuckling with amusement. "A business partner of yours…! Shall you let it continue ringing, milord?"
"Hmm, I'm more interested in you though." The lord admitted, his eyes burning Kagome. Without a word, he dragged up the red circle on Kagome's phone and hang up the call, dashing all hopes she held save for an iota. The very iota of where Sesshoumaru would see the cancelled number and be curious enough to call back, probably to chide Kagome for wasting his, and her, time.
It's something he would do.
Kagome had to give the so-called lord some credit. She half-expected him to crush her phone in tiny fragments, but he didn't and instead vanished it inside a pocket in his trousers. Most devils wouldn't bother, not when their supper was right in front of them. Still, Kagome knew she was in trouble and without a way to get help—or to help herself, she was stuck between a hard place and two unyielding rocks in the form of those terribly handsome gentlemen. Bracing herself, she bit out, "What do you want?"
She hated how close this blue-eyed lord was, his coldness already stinging her body.
The lord lend his weight onto his cane (Kagome never noticed he had one and it already unnerved her—a hidden sword perhaps?) and hummed, "An introduction would be proper. Seeing how rude both my lowly butler," Kagome plastered herself against the wall at the spark of hatred he kept in his cool gaze in his taller servant's general direction, "and I have been, we'll introduce ourselves—Sebastian."
"Yes, milord," Sebastian fastened a hand to his chest and bowed rather elegantly, "my lord here is Ciel of the Phantomhive and I am called Sebastian Michaelis. May we have the honor of having your name, missus?"
Kagome really hated his smile.
Thinning her lips, she warred with herself at the answer. Sesshoumaru always cautioned her from giving away her names so easily, though it was only an issue with the faes and those of their ilks. Those two were no faes, this much she could tell.
For what faes could possess terrible evil powers that could only ascended from the Hell itself?
Ciel scoffed at Kagome's hesitance, "Cute, you're a smart one not to tell us, Ms. Higurashi." She froze, her skin whitening several shades lighter, at his easy declaration, "I'm liking you more already." For the first time since she saw them, Ciel broke into a grin so terrible Sebastian's paled in comparison.
"What do you two want!?" Kagome spat, her old power crackling from her form. She may have had trainings from Sesshoumaru, but she rarely had any cause for it.
Her last incident with supernatural was well over 10 years ago. She and Sesshoumaru scantly kept in touch but once a month these days. It was a mistake to slack, Kagome could see that now.
Sebastian parted his lips but clicked it close at Ciel's slant. Instead he chuckled at his master and kept his eyes downcast. Ciel blew a puff of air and returned his attention to the woman. This very woman who aroused his interest so much since the past century as an inhuman being. "Easy," he glided a finger across her cheekbone and toyed with a stray lock of her hair, "your soul."
His movement was so sleek it took Kagome a moment to realize Ciel even touched her at all, "Get—!" She sputtered and arched away from his hand, "Get in the line!" A glowing hand met cold flesh.
"Milord!" Came the butler's cry.
Ciel bounded away, holding the sizzling cheek in his hand, "Eugh! Hold!" He barked back to Sebastian, stilling him from acting to help his master. Ciel grimaced at the foreign sensation growing in his body. Pain.
Delicious, delicious pain.
"Back the fuck off!" Kagome roared, stretching her lighted hand out as a weapon. Energy buzzed the air, contradicting the ladling darkness like the sun to the blackest shadow.
It was not a sensation Ciel had experienced in so, so long. A sensation that told him of a bare reminder of his old humanity. Clashing Kagome's belief he'd be furious, a mad grin stretched Ciel's lips. "I was considering on eating your soul," his unflinching reply had Kagome's posture stiffening but her expression still darkened. Ciel took utter delight at how openly she showed her emotions, "but I think I'll keep you instead."
"I'm not an object you can keep!" Kagome snarled, old memories at being treated like a stuffed animal sparked an inferno inside of her. She should take delight in the blooming red scar in the bastard's face, but she didn't.
Not when Ciel seemed to have utterly relishing in the pain she ditched out on his skin.
Ignoring Kagome's outburst, Sebastian blinked, "If that isn't a surprise, milord! You're not the sort to keep a meal." He did not move to help his master, though there was an obvious glee at the new flaw in Ciel's facial features.
"An object you say, well, if that's what you'd like to see yourself as, I suppose." Ciel dropped the hand from his marred face and thrummed, his eyes sharpening toward his butler, "I am allowed to change my mind, Sebastian."
There was a notable distance between the two and Kagome considered making a break for it. By the reddening, bubbling surface of their skins boiling like cancer, her purity was stinging them both, but she cannot take a single ounce of pleasure knowing that she was hurting them. Not when they both were some kind of god damned masochists!
Their smiles were…unnerving and the way they were sighing…
She didn't think.
Like a mouse, she darted—
Only to find herself plastered onto the opposite side of the damp alleyway. The smell of sulfur smarted her nose, it was unpleasant but oddly fitting for the hellish beings. Peeling open her clenched eyes, Kagome swallowed a sharp cry at how dangerously close the red-eyed master were, "Get—!"
The shackles tightened her hands and pinned them above her head, not caring that inside his expensive leather gloves his hands were boiling red from her delicious purity, "You're….interesting, Ms. Higurashi." A purr trumpeted his words, "for someone who tried so hard to look so ordinary and yet hadn't a single wrinkle in decades. Your powers," his low chuckle had Kagome bearing her teeth like an cornered beast, "still teemed underneath your skin. Tell me," Like a wolf to his prey, he eyed her, "how is it that you hold so much purity and yet, your soul is so jilted? Dismantled? Fascinating."
Kagome stiffened. She knew her soul hadn't been right in decades, but to be told she was still missing pieces…? "Let go!" She snapped, struggling against Ciel's unyielding grip.
Kagome was not blind to Sebastian's terrible delight nor was she deaf to the low beat of laughter in his chest, "Milord," his smile slivered into a wicked curve, "if I may make a suggestion…?"
Ciel did not look back to the shadow-draped butler, "Out with it." Underneath his palms, Kagome grimaced at the minute shivers and the disgusting sensation of melting flesh and sinews pulling taut on his bones.
"I daresay that perhaps you should make an offer she cannot refuse, hm?" Hatred swelled in Kagome's chest at the sound of the butler's crooning suggestion. Darkness loomed evermore, creeping away the daylight. Grime oozed through the cracks in the asphalt and leaked from the aged walls she flattened her lean body against.
Ciel noted how pretty Kagome's teeth were and smiled.
The expanding shadow splintered and cracked through the crannies of the wall, slithering over her skin like spiders. Kagome inhaled sharply, goosebumps clustering on her arms from the devil's icy touches. Rapid pulses of her rushing blood heated her brittle lungs and Kagome remembered the taste of fear.
She was long acquainted with it. "Let's. Go…!" Kagome snarled, her struggles renewed when she could now feel bones in Ciel's cruelly hard grip. Beneath the cancerous growth of fear growing in her deafening heart, words refused to visit Kagome's tongue. Yet, despite her trembling fingers, the electrifying power still roared throughout her veins and continued to burn the man above her.
Despite his affected state, Ciel sounded a brisk chuckle. Curling away the thorny tethers from Kagome's lighted skin, the darkness spread onto his face instead and smoothed the cracks and craters from her burn. As his healed skin pulled taut from the skull underneath, Ciel hadn't been weak in decades. While this is an unique experience, such holy powers won't cripple him so easily.
Not when Ciel had the Devil himself siphoning his power to him.
Having 'Sebastian' as his servant had its many, many benefits, including the amassing strength Ciel could take for himself. Any lesser being, he'd been dead to this small woman's purity and reduced to ashes. What a delight this boring day had brought him…!
Ciel met her stormy gaze and lifted the corners of his smile higher. Tis a shame that Ms. Higurashi was wise to his wants and bit down her tongue to swallow all ammunitions he could've used against her.
Seeing no more reason to prolong his delicious torment, his voice dropped low—seductive, "If I can keep you," Ciel pointedly ignored Kagome's admittedly impressive growl and continued, "I'll give you my power. I'll give you everything—wealth, power, anyone. Whatever you wish for, I'll fulfill. I'll be your servant, partner, provider—even lover," this Kagome visibly recoiled with disgust and he barked a sharp laugh. The laugh didn't stay and the quirk in his lips softened, "if you'll just let me to keep you." His smile was oddly warm.
Stiffening at his temptation, Kagome disregarded that awful smile and snarled, "I am. Not. A Thing. You can. Keep. Phantomhive." The demons' combined powers were beyond her experience. Already, they were dampening her abilities, nearly crippling her from moving an inch.
Just who exactly were they…!?
"If that's how you see yourself." Ciel shrugged while he combed through her hair. It was softer than it looked, and he already had some ideas he could do to help her appearance. Her fashion was on the mark, but for him, it was too simplistic. Too common.
Too comfortable. Right in the commoner's standards.
Yes, she could do so much better with quality brands of clothing. If she amassed any kind of debts, Ciel will see to it that they were wiped away. If she keep a suitor, then one couldn't blame them for an accident.
Less obstacles in his way, the better.
Before Kagome could answer with a curse lathed on her lips, her phone's ringing cut the air. With an annoyed sigh, Ciel released her and untucked the phone from its woolen prison.
At a single glance at the name brightening up the screen, he narrowed his eyes and wondered. Could this person also be an obstacle? He may prove to be a difficult one to get rid of. At the click of Kagome's teeth, he interrupted before she could bark out a demand to return the device to its rightful owner, "Ah, Mr. Ito is calling." Ciel hummed, under the pretense that he wasn't incensed by Mr. Ito's timing. He debated on whether or not if he should answer the woman's phone.
"Milord," Sebastian broke his silence, with a low pinch in his tone, "perhaps we should allow more time for the miss to consider your proposal?" There was a warning somewhere in those words.
Kagome uttered a snarl in his direction, "No, there is nothing for me to consider. All you two needed to do to leave me alone." This served only to amuse Sebastian, his rusty colored eyes lighting up and the long stretch of his lips curved upward. A chuckle beat the air. She sneered at the tall thing, not missing how the tails of his coat seemed to stretching and blending within the ever-coiling darkness behind him.
There were no more words exchanging between the two—but Ciel did not like having her attention being redirected off of him. Gritting his teeth, Ciel disrupted Kagome's glaring with clearing his throat, "You best call him, the last thing we need is to give the humans a reason to hunt after us."
"We'll return for you answer. Do consider my proposal." He reminded, placing the screaming device firmly on her palm. His smile had Kagome's stomach coiling with discomfort.
He wasn't wrong. While Sesshoumaru may be a cool-headed warrior, he would not hesitate to protect those he deemed to be a member of his pack. If Kagome waited too long without calling, he just might launch out from the 99thfloor window and started hunting for her. Fumbling, she immediately pressed the green button on the glass and flattened it on her ear. All without looking away from the two demons, her expression fierce.
"Woman—" a thin voice from the other side rumbled.
Ciel scoffed at Mr. Ito's overprotectiveness, what a typical dog. Still, as he pressed the palm of his fully-healed hand to his mouth and inhaled the scent of Kagome's purity, he couldn't help but to throw in a jab, "We await," a manic look overtook his youthful face as the velvet blackness gathered at his and the butler's feet, "eagerly for your reply," there were no more pale colors showing, no skin, the darkness swallowed both men whole and left only their glaringly red eyes, "milady."
They were gone, leaving the dim light from the downing sun to return. Kagome stood there, alone and slack-jawed. Finally, her lungs burned and stabbed, forcing her to realize that she needed to breathe.
She did not realize it then, that the demons' influences had dampened the outside noises. Everyday sounds from the street, from car honking, teenagers jeering and laughing at mediocre things, to vendors yelling for purchases, returned in full blast that she thought she went deaf. If she wasn't then, she was now by her phone's squeal, "Miko, answer me this instant for this one does not repeat himself twice." Mr. Ito's snarl pierced her eardrum.
By the stinging warmth upon her boots and drenching the leather, Kagome wished she hadn't dropped her coffee. With how magical the caffeine was, it'd help calm her down terribly. But, no, she was truly on her own.
Kagome winced, "I, uh, so," she scratched an itch on the back of her neck. Her heartbeat was still so loud that she wondered if even Sesshoumaru could hear it over the phone. The fluffy bastard was terribly good at making her to feel like a kid again being scolded by an adult. Pulling up two fingers, even though he wasn't there to see it, she laughed with a higher than normal pitch, "two devils approached me and they made, uhh, a proposal for my soul—"
"What?"
She knew right and then she was fucked.
a/n: well, I wasn't sure how this idea should pan out tbh, but if both canonverses ever clashed in the future with both sides being much older (save for Kagome ever returning—or perhaps she divorced from InuYasha, who can say?), this is probably how I'd see it to go. Though, my confrontation is never one of my strongest suits lol because canon!Kagome would probably not act as calmly as she did in my attempt. Then again, she might as she's much older and a bit more wiser than her 15yo self.
Iunno how to continue this, but hey, it's not half-bad of an attempt, I don't think. Lemme know your thoughts!