Death the Kid x Kagome

Higurashi Kagome pulled on the strap of her pack, wiping away the sweat building on her brow, as she gazed up at the building looming in the distance. "I expected it to be…" she trailed off then, reaching for distant memories of the Shinigami that had summoned her to this place, "less extravagant. The candles seem a bit much, don't you think, Shippo-chan?"

The fox demon seemed at ease, despite the scorching heat of the Nevada sun, as his tall, lupine ears shifted toward every little sound that might spell danger. He scowled a little at the question, never having met the Shinigami that had once attempted to whisk Kagome away to make her his own personal miko. "The candles are the least of my worries," Shippo muttered. "I've heard whispers that there are witches prowling around this country more and more frequently as of late."

Making a noise in the back of her throat to appease Shippo's unease, Kagome had to remind herself once again that the young, carefree fox demon she had met so long ago was gone, hardened by five hundred years of history she knew too well. They had met so long ago under the most unlikely of circumstances, and were only reunited after he had had to wait and watch, standing on the sideline until the day when she was forcefully reunited with the Shikon no Tama and sent tumbling back down the well for the last time. "I'm sure we'll be fine. Shinigami-sama assured me that there are plenty of young weapons I could match wavelengths with at any given time if I find myself in danger, and I brought my bow just in case."

"I don't want you matching wavelengths with any weapon," Shippo pouted a little. "You shouldn't go around sharing the fact that because you're a miko, you can easily equip yourself with every weapon available. You're not trained to handle most of 'em anyway, so it's just safer if you stick to your bow. I don't want to see you stabbing yourself with a Death Scythe just because the weapon is startled by your ability to use 'em."

"Oh!" she pushed him slightly on the shoulder, "I'm not going to try and use a Death Scythe, Shippo-chan!"

The look he gave her clearly stated that he did not believe her in the slightest.

"It was an accident," she huffed finally. "How was I supposed to know that there were people who had the ability to turn into weapons in the first place? It wasn't exactly a common thing back in the feudal era." He was still giving her that look, and she started to pout back at him. "And, if it was, I was a bit more concerned with finding the Shikon shards and staying alive to notice! I didn't get to travel the world afterward like you did, either!"

The fox demon muttered something under his breath that sounded awfully like, "eyeing Inuyasha," before her hand connected with the back of his head. "Hey!" he shouted. "What the hell was that for?"

Quickly walking away from him, she called over her shoulder, "I'm sure you can find your way there without the escort we're supposed to be meeting, Shippo-chan! You are a mighty demon, after all." The barrier that silently erected itself around her was for added effect, knowing it would stir Shippo into a frenzy when he realized he could not babysit her every step of the way like he had been doing the last thirty years. It was almost suffocating in a way, but she knew that she would always be grateful for him being by her side now that it was becoming obvious that her aging had all but ceased.

It was a hard pill to swallow, especially knowing that her mother was growing older by the day, and while her little brother was still in his prime, he would also have time slowly slip on by. It pained her to see them smile encouragingly when they began to notice the change, too, and even more so when the elder Higurashi silently resigned herself to the few grandchildren Souta had given her knowing Kagome could not marry someone who would slowly die before her eyes.

Sighing quietly to herself, the immortal miko allowed her senses to slip out and caress the different auras centered within Death City to distract herself from the painful thoughts. She had found herself fascinated long ago by the subtle differences in the aura surrounding weapons and their meisters after her accident with a renowned Death Scythe that had alerted Shinigami-sama to her presence once more. She still smiled at the memory of his goofy new form appearing in a nearby mirror, excitedly asking if she had reconsidered his proposition to become his miko after five hundred years. It was a mystery to her how he even remembered her, but she supposed that a God would be more than capable of such.

"Hm?" Spreading her aura a little further, the miko felt her heart flutter a little when it brushed up against something in the distance. Kagome paused in her step, her brow creasing in confusion, as she felt a sense of elation and delight wash over her when the aura pushed back with the same amount of enthusiasm. It was familiar and new all at the same time, and something within her very soul cried out at the sudden sensation.

Feeling her breath starting to become ragged from the sudden interaction, Kagome nearly gasped when the aura on the other end followed close behind when she pulled away. It wrapped around her like a protection blanket, soothing away the painful ache that had settled into her soul nearly ten years ago, and she could not find it within herself to push away the feeling that left her light on her feet. Like no harm could ever come to her again. She would always be protected, cared for, loved, if she accepted the soul on the other end as her patron.

That is when she knew there was another God out there, calling to her very soul in a way she had never experienced before.

She immediately thought to call for Shippo, uncertain if she could stand in the presence of this new God without becoming overwhelmed. Then she wondered if she even should, as her soul began to ache and crave more from the aura surrounding her. She had heard stories of Gods and powerful Spirits capable of finding their one true priestess, beguiling them into eternal service and whisking them away, but she had never thought that she might find her patron in Nevada of all places.

But there… brushing back up against it, almost losing herself for a moment, Kagome wondered why it felt so incomplete. Why her very soul cried out to fill in that gaping hole with love and affection so that even her incomplete God could feel whole.

It took almost everything within her not to immediately start running when the aura shifted closer in an instant, gaining distance at a surprising speed. She settled for a brisk walk, ignoring the curious glances she was gaining from weapons and meisters alike as she instinctively sought out what felt like the other half of her soul. Her body betrayed her, though, her feet picking up the pace until she was nearly running up a set of stairs when she realized how close the other end of the invisible string had become.

Reaching the summit relatively quickly, Kagome nearly embarrassed herself by tripping over her own two feet when she spotted the God who could be her patron… on a flying skateboard. Steading herself, she blinked several times in shock, saying, "You're… you're just a kid!" She practically threw her very soul at him then, and gasped at the feeling that washed over her when she saw how perfectly his own fit against hers when he pushed back.

There was no denying it, that child…

His golden eyes were examining her from head to toe, allowing her a moment to do the same, and she knew almost instantly why he felt so familiar and new at the same time when she spotted the Lines of Sanzu in his hair. It was the only thing about him that looked out of order, and it made her realize why her soul was screaming at her to fill that gaping hole that made him incomplete.

"You're Shinigami-sama's son," she whispered to herself, surprised by the knowledge.

"...id!"

There was somebody shouting in the distance, but neither of them seemed to notice or care as the young Shinigami finally took a step toward her off his skateboard. He seemed so mature for his age, what she assumed was fourteen or fifteen, and she wondered briefly if she had ever had that look after completing her feudal era journey. He looked so certain, determined even, and it made her almost stumble when she took her first step toward him in return.

Her hand lifted a little, silently beckoning him closer, as she began to realize how hard it would be to not allow herself to be beguiled by his presence. She was already finding it difficult to breathe with him so close, watching her soul entwine with his, and she wanted nothing more than to just touch him. "Shinigami-kun, I… I—!"

Then the moment shattered, as the youth invaded her space to grab both of her breasts. Shock straightened her spine in an instant, though she found herself almost dumbfounded by the look of sheer joy that had overcome the God of Death the longer he fondled her inappropriately.

"They're perfect!" he exclaimed tearfully. "Evenly spaced by half an inch, and the same weight for sure! The symmetry is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in the world. I've never seen such perfect beauty on a woman, it makes me want to weep at your feet from the joy this has brought me!"

Her eyebrow only twitched once, before—

"Kiiiiiiidd!"

The Thompson sisters just barely made it to the top of the stairs their meister had suddenly abandoned them for when they heard a loud THACK!, and saw him hit the first stair from the impact. They both jumped out of the way when Death the Kid came tumbling down the stairs with a starry gaze and happy smile between them, wondering what in the world had caused him to look like he had found some form of perfect symmetry.

"The world must be laughing at me if it thinks I'm going to accept some perverted Shinigami as my patron!" Liz and Patty turned their attention to the woman standing above them, glaring down at where Kid had disappeared to in his roll, and found themselves face to face with their meisters highly pissed off miko for the first time. It was not the best of meetings, especially when she shouted, "You stay away from me, Shinigami-hentai!" but the Thompson sisters often looked back on that moment and laughed many years later.