Part 14: Warpath

A/N: Things are going to heat up in all kind of ways in this chapter. Sorry in advance to the more queasy and faint of heart in advance!

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I was startled when I felt a wet spot fall on the tip of my nose. Was it rain? I extended my hand out, smiling as little snowflakes landed in my palm. The first snow of the year. Now this was a sign.

"You know they say it's good luck to kiss during the first snow."

He chuckled. "If you want a kiss from this Sesshoumaru, just ask. No need to come up with silly superstitions."

He pressed both hands on my shoulders, and leaned forward to press a brief kiss to my lips. I was not happy with that. My greedy self wanted more. I gently flicked my tongue along his bottom lip, and he opened himself up to my kiss in response. Soon enough our tongues happily started their now familiar dance.

All too soon to my taste we had to break apart to take in some air. Never mind, it was time to take things up a notch. He had appreciated my dress all evening, and it was now time to put his admiration to good use. I leaned forward to whisper in Sesshoumaru's ear all the wicked things I was about to let him do to me in the privacy of our bedroom. However before I opened my mouth, something stopped me. I saw a shape over Sesshoumaru's shoulder. It was hiding in the bushes and trees that faced the front door of the mansion. Someone was there. Despite the darkness and the distance, the shape seemed familiar. So it was someone I knew, and somehow I could guess this was not a social call. Then it hit me. The pair of glowing red eyes gave the stranger away. Sasaki! Naraku's fire demon henchman! Why was he here? The flames of anger I had seen in his eyes earlier were now a blazing inferno. This was not good; fire demons were known to be quick to anger, and highly unstable. I needed to warn Sesshoumaru before things turned ugly.

"Look out!"

I had barely shouted the words that Sesshoumaru pushed me backwards, and came to stand in front of me. He was now facing the threat head on, but before he managed to take his sword out, our uninvited guest had already launched his attack.

A huge fireball was now heading straight for the man I loved, and I was too terrified to move a muscle.

I had been called weak my entire life. Naraku used to say that the reason he had been able to manipulate mom was that she was a weak pathetic kaze youkai. Despite the many beatings, Naraku used to put her through, mom never fought back, not even once. She had never taught me how to use my powers, and I had had to figure out how to call the winds to do my bidding all by myself. The day I had acquired my feathers, and learned how to fly was one of my proudest moments. Sure I had grown stronger since Sesshoumaru had gifted me a new much more powerful fan, but deep down I knew it was still not enough. I was still too weak to face any youkai that would pose a real threat, and Sasaki as one of Naraku's strongest henchmen was definitely in that category. I might be weak, but I was no coward. I was no idiot either. Considering the way he had stared at me all evening, I had a pretty good idea why Sasaki was here. I would be damned before I let the man I loved be hurt because of my past choices. Despite the fear gripping my insides, I flicked opened my fan, and launched a wind blade straight towards the ball of fire that was hurling towards us.

My blade struck true, but to my disappointment instead of obliterating the fireball as I had hoped it would, it sliced it in two. One half went sailing up towards the night sky while the other went flying past us, and crashed on the stone steps leading to the mansion. It left singing marks, but thankfully no big damage overall.

Sesshoumaru grabbed my arm, and dragged me firmly back behind him, which I hated. I did not want him to see me as a damsel in distress he had to keep protect, but rather a helpmate and partner. Damn why could I not have been born a strong inu youkai?!

My lover now had his sword firmly in hand, and pointed it at the person advancing towards us.

"Who are you, and how dare you attack this Sesshoumaru's home?"

If Sasaki had one good brain cell left in his head, he would turn around and run back to Naraku. By Sesshoumaru's tone of voice, one could guess he was not in the mood to play. The Killing Perfection was ready to do whatever it took to keep his family safe.

"All you need to know is that my name is Sasaki, and I will kill you."

"Is that so?" Sesshoumaru smirked. If I did not know better, I would think he might actually be enjoying this. Maybe he needed an outlet from all the frustration caused by Naraku's sham of a Council meeting. I wouldn't blame Sesshoumaru for wanting to kick Sasaki's ass.

The calm demeanor of my lover seemed to have enraged Sasaki even more. The flames dancing in his eyes grew impossibly wider. Leading me to guess his inner youkai had taken over. Any peaceful or reasonable solution was now firmly out the door.

"You're just a fucking mutt. You must die for daring to defile her with your disgusting seed."

Sesshoumaru turned his head to the side to look at me, carelessly exposing his back to the enemy.

"Do you know this fool?" Was that a hint of jealousy I heard in the sharp tone he used? Now was so not the time to have that kind of conversation.

"One of Naraku's goons. He's had a crush on me for a while, but it's absolutely not reciprocated." I knew that last part would probably drive Sasaki over whatever edge or cliff his mind was teetering on, but I wanted to have things stand as clearly as possible between Sesshoumaru and I.

"Look at me, not her!" The angry roar was all the warning we had before, another fireball was thrown at us. Sesshoumaru lifted his sword, and sliced through the attack. As had happened to me earlier, the fireball broke. Unlike being sliced through with a feeble wind blade the fireball literally exploded in several fragments after coming in contact with Sesshoumaru's much more powerful sword.

He must have miscalculated the trajectory of the cut up sphere because a slice of it ricocheted towards his upper arm, burning quickly through the sleeve of his crisp white shirt. I saw a drop of blood sneak down my lover's arm, so I could guess the fragment had caused some sort of injury.

"That's what you get for fucking touching what is mine! Kagura is my lover. She is going to be the mother of my children! Mine!" Sasaki rolled an even bigger fireball than the one he had launched on us before. To my shock Sesshoumaru's response was to sheath his sword.

"What are you doing?!" I hissed at my lover and shield. From his ridiculous exclamations, I could tell Sasaki had truly gone insane, and I did not see how Sesshoumaru intended to defeat an insane fire youkai without his weapon on hand.

"It seems your lover has come to take you home. Who am I to interfere?"

I clenched my teeth so hard it hurt my jaw.

"You know damn well you're my only lover, and the only man I've ever slept with!" Despite whatever ramblings Sasaki was producing, Sesshoumaru had been the one to take my virginity only weeks ago, and he damn knew it. Sure I might have led on Sasaki, and hugged him a few times in exchange of favors he did for me, but I had never even thought about bearing his children, sleeping with him, let alone kiss him.

Sesshoumaru arched an eyebrow in response.

"You don't actually think he and I are lovers, and that I invited him here to come take me away so I can bear his kids." I tried my best to keep my fury out of my voice. My lover's answer came in the form of an annoying little shrug of his shoulders. The emotionless mask on his face prevented me from figuring out if he was joking, or actually believed such a stupid theory.

You had got to be kidding me! I was so annoyed my head could explode. This was SO not the time for a jealous lover's quarrels. There was a mad man trying to kill us! Well if Sesshoumaru did not want to get the job done, then I guessed it fell to me.

I stepped away from behind Sesshoumaru's protection, took out my fan, and unleashed my strongest offense, wind tornadoes.

"Take that you sick bastard!"

Sasaki tried to sidestep the winds, but with my fan, I directed them to follow his path until they came straight in contact with him. The condensed blades of wind rushed towards the fire youkai, and tore at him, leaving bloody scratches all over his body in their wake. He fell to a knee, taking a hold of a deep gash in his left shoulder. I could see the wound was fast losing blood, but sadly this was not enough to incapacitate him. Before he had time to recover, I unleashed another barrage of wind blades. I was a bit startled by the strength of them. I guess being pissed had somehow made my attack stronger. One of them struck his injured shoulder, and to my utter shock cut off his arm. The now useless limb was lying on the ground, a pool of blood quickly spreading around Sasaki.

The youkai let out a roar of agony. I had not intended to hurt him in such a grievous way, but just like the night I had killed Hakudoushi, I had lost control of my powerful weapon. I could not have helped it. He had underestimated me as most youkai did, and he had lost a limb for it. Well now I hoped it would bring him back to his senses and he would finally realize his stupidity and get the hell out of here.

"You'll pay for that you bitch!"

Sadly it seemed he was only getting even more pissed off. Sasaki rose up on to his full height with some difficulty. He let go of the stump of his arm, and with a flick of his remaining hand, he conjured up a circle of fire, which he sent towards me. The attack had come so quickly I had not had the chance to move a muscle before it was on me. I barely managed to step away, but had not gotten far enough. Part of the fire touched my face, causing a slight cut to my cheek and a painful burn. Dang I even smelled burnt hair!

Sasaki raised his remaining hand to send another attack towards me, but never had the chance.

"Do not dare touch her again!" The previous indifferent expression on Sesshoumaru's face was gone, leaving an icy cold mask behind. "This foolishness has gone on for far too long." He raised his hand, his claws extending into a green whip. The last time I had seen him make use of it, he had chopped down the ofuda reinforced door Naraku had locked us behind at his club on the night of our 'wedding'. This felt like a lifetime ago.

My lover ran towards the fire demon. In the blink of an eye, Sesshoumaru unleashed his whip, and decapitated Sasaki.

I cried out in shock and horror. The severed head rolled off, staining with bright red the fresh coat of snow. I felt very queasy, and turned around before I puked all over the place. I guessed seeing Sasaki's dead bulging eyes had been more of a shock than I would have anticipated. Sure, I had accidentally cut off his arm earlier, but it would have grown back eventually as Sesshoumaru's had. Never did I intend for Sasaki to die. Once upon a time he had been my champion, and had helped make life with Naraku bearable. However, I could in no way excuse his cowardly attack on Sesshoumaru. Besides what other outcome could he have expected after attacking one of the Lords?! Plus considering his crazy ramblings, seemed like he was ready to drag me somewhere and have his way with me. Something told me he would have been all too happy to keep me locked up in a cave somewhere while forcing me to pop out a bunch of his kids. Good thing Sesshoumaru had been here to put a stop to it

My lover walked back towards me, and put away his whip. He trailed a finger along the burn on my cheek, causing me to wince in pain. I reciprocated the gesture, and touched the wound on his arm. I could see now from up close that it was shallower cut than I thought. It had already stopped bleeding, and would knit itself completely within the hour. Good, I would have hated it if he had gotten hurt because of me.

"He was never my lover, nor did I ever want him to be. I did lead him on a couple of times when I needed to get some information about Naraku, and seeing how it turned out, I'm not too proud of myself right now… I am so sorry. This is all my fault." I pointed first to his wound, then to the singed front steps to his house. I now deeply regretted toying with Sasaki's feelings. I had not realized how obsessed he was with me, and if I had the chance, I would go back in time to change quite a few things.

"The actions of a foolish coward are to blame; not yours." With just these words, I knew whatever annoyance he had harbored towards me was now gone.

"We need to get you medical attention." He gingerly touched my cheek once again. The bruise probably looked ugly, but in truth it did not hurt too much. Besides the concern for me in his eyes warmed my heart. He might never say he cared, but he showed it in his actions everyday. I was glad to see his jealous reaction from earlier was now gone. Silly man, how could he even think I would have ever been interested in Sasaki when Sesshoumaru was all I had ever dreamed about?

"I will be fine. I can handle a lot more pain than that." I reassured him. Sesshoumaru silently looked at me for a long time, probably remembering the scars that covered my back, courtesy of my adoptive father.

He reached inside his pocket to retrieve his phone, and used the speed dial.

"Send in the cleaning crew, we had an unexpected guest. I want him taken away and disposed of before the children wake up. They will want to come play in the snow, and I don't want them to see even one drop of blood." My lover scanned the messy front garden with a distasteful frown on his face.

"So that's what the commotion was about out there. We wondered…" I heard Miroku joke from the other end of the line, making my blood boil. I was no dog demon, but I was still youkai, and had excellent hearing.

"And you didn't think to come offer assistance?!" I yelled, knowing he would hear me.

"Nah, Inuyasha and I knew the boss could handle it. Wouldn't want to ruin his chance to show off in front of you. Besides you were there to assist him just in case." The human teased. "Anyways boss I'll call the team right away."

Having heard what he wanted, Sesshoumaru ended the call.

Miroku's words stayed in my head. I had held my own with Sasaki, but would I have been able to offer serious back up if Sesshoumaru had been in real danger? If only I had been stronger and a better fighter, my lover wouldn't have felt like he always needed to protect me, and he would not have gotten hurt. I had literally brought this mess to his front step. I was angry with myself. It was high time for me to learn how to fight my own battles. Before I realized what I was doing, I opened my mouth and blurted out the one thought crystallizing in my head.

"Teach me how to fight."

If Sesshoumaru was surprised by what I said, he did not show it. He simply stared deep in my eyes as if trying to see if I truly meant what I said. Rarely had I been surer about something in my life. I simply looked back up in his eyes. After a long time, he finally nodded his assent.

"We start tomorrow at five."

"In the afternoon?" I asked hoping he meant when he would get back home from the office. He usually came back then before heading out in the evening and coming home again late in the night.

Sesshoumaru smirked, and I knew the answer to that question. I burrowed myself deeper in his borrowed jacket. Fuck. While I did not mind when he woke me up in the wee hours to make love to me, something told me this training session would not be as enjoyable.

I spared one glance to Sasaki's corpse and a shiver ran through me. No matter what I would master my powers, and learn how to defend myself. It was high time I learned how to stand on my own to feet.

So waking up at five in the morning was a bitch. After last night's excitement, Sesshoumaru and I had crawled into bed. Contrary to our usual routine we had not made love. As soon as we hit the mattress, Sesshoumaru opened his arms wide, allowing me to snuggle with him. I had happily slumbered in his arms, which was quite a treat. After what had happened with Sasaki, he had probably correctly guessed that I needed some comfort. Despite his stubbornness he could be quite a thoughtful sweetheart.

It was with a jolt of surprise and a pounding heart that I woke up. To my surprise Sesshoumaru the control freak had set up an alarm at 4:45am! I shut off the damn alarm, turned on my side lamp and looked around the room. As usual I had woken up to a dark room, and an absent lover. Instead what I had found set up on the bed next to me was a fetching magenta and white striped kimono in my size. How the hell Sesshoumaru had managed to arrange this on such short notice, I had no idea. Guess it paid to be filthy rich. I quickly put on the outfit, which matched my fan perfectly, and went in search of my teacher. I could guess where Sesshoumaru was, and so headed straight for the training room adjacent to the mansion. As I stepped into the garden, I shivered. The weather was cold and the ground pure white; it had snowed all night. I opened the sliding door, and was greeted with quite a sight.

Sesshoumaru was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the tatami mats, his eyes closed and his sword resting on his lap. I saw he too was dressed in a snow-white hakama and kosode with red accents. Very handsome. If we were not here for an important purpose, I would have tackled him, and had my way with him.

"You are late." He informed me as he got to his feet.

I chose to ignore his comment. It was way too early for us to get into it.

"Should I warm up by running laps, or something?"

"You need to get a better handle on your fan. Send wind blades my way." He stated, completely not paying attention to my question. I guess he was in real asshole sensei mode. I'd need quite a bit of patience to deal with this before I had had my morning coffee. Well I was the one who had asked to train, so I had no choice but to suck it up and get to work.

I flicked my fan opened, and unleashed a blade. I had intended to do as Sesshoumaru asked and send it his way, but chickened out at the last second. I knew he was strong, but I was still afraid of accidentally hurting him. So instead of heading towards him, the blade went crashing against the wall, leaving a small mark behind.

"Kagura. Attack me. Unlike Hakudoushi I can dodge."

Damn, it was as if he knew I was afraid of hurting him as I had accidentally done with my brother. I repaid his awful joke with a gust of wind courtesy of my fan. I had used the smallest of wrist motion, but that had resulted in a wind strong enough to send his hair flying all around him. The strength of my fan still surprised me. Hum I guess the perks of being married to an arms dealer. I idly wondered if he would ever offer me a piece of art, I could use some nice spoils from his other 'businesses'.

"This was your idea, but if you are not willing to take this seriously, then we can just go back to bed." To prove he meant what he said, he placed his sword back in the sheath at his waist.

"Wait, okay." I raised my fan again, and this time sent a wind blade straight towards him.

To my shock, he did not even bother taking out his sword, and instead easily batted my attack away with the back of his bare hand. Damn he was strong.

"As long as you fear making use of your inner demon, you won't make use of your fan's full potential, and you will remain weakened."

I could tell he would once again breach the topic of me needing to get attuned to my inner youkai. The mere thought of it terrified me.

"You are still giving credence to the ridiculous notions Naraku put in your head."

"I can't just push away something I've been told my entire life."

Sesshoumaru pondered my words for a few seconds. "Perhaps, it would help if I did a demonstration."

"You want to show me your demon form?" I hoped I had managed not to let my fear come though in my voice. Despite myself my eyes flicked to the nearest exit.

"You have nothing to worry about, I swear it."

I pushed down my fears, and finally nodded my assent.

Sesshoumaru closed his eyes, and in a matter of seconds his eyes turned blood red, and his face elongated. I blinked a few times, and instead of the beloved form of my lover, I had a gigantic white dog standing in front of me. That was a terrifying sight. This thing did not look anything like my lover. Since he did not pounce on me, or skewer me with his gigantic canines, I guessed I was okay. I tentatively approached his humongous form, and he lowered his head towards me. I tapped his neck, marveling at the silky softness of his white hair. It felt even softer than his usual silver tresses. Before I caught myself, I gave one of his ears a good scratch. He seemed to send me an encouraging smile in return, which was odd. Could dogs even smile? My hand roamed all over his face, and not once did he open his great jaw. He probably knew that would scare the hell out of me. The more I became acquainted with this form of Sesshoumaru, the more I began to trust what he had said. He truly mastered that half of himself. I could not quite say why, but I could tell that the Sesshoumaru I knew and loved was in there somewhere under that huge hairy body and behind the blood red eyes.

"Good doggie." I scratched under his jaw. "Can I ride you?"

He might not be able to speak in this form, but he was more than able to let me know how he felt as evidenced in the sharp glare his red eyes sent me.

"Why not, you let me do it yesterday morning in bed." My quip earned me a shove by his snout. The small, unexpected action made me fall flat on my butt. The silliness of it all made it so I could not stop laughing. It felt good to just have stupid fun like this. It had been too long since I had had such a laugh.

I got back up, and righted my kimono.

Sesshoumaru turned back into his usual form in just seconds. I was surprised to find I was disappointed he had not let me play longer with his other form. To think that I had been terrified of his full-blown youkai form?! How foolish I had been.

"One day you too will tame your youkai and make it do as you want." He commented before rearranging the already perfect folds of his clothing.

"I want to try using my youkai side."

Before I lost my nerve, I closed my eyes, and opened myself up to my other half. For as long as I remembered I had kept that part of me tampered and pushed down, but for the first time, I broke the chains restraining my youkai self, and opened myself up to it. I immediately felt a pull in the air surrounding me. A force rushed into me so quickly it cut off my breath. It was as if I had gotten slapped with the air surrounding me. I clenched my fan in my hand, and felt the wind gather around it.

I could hear a small voice whispering in my head, telling me to trust it, and let it guide me. Before I realized what I was doing, I had raised my fan and unleashed a great wind blade, which headed straight for Sesshoumaru. Thankfully he had been ready for it. This time, he had had to use his whip to parry my attack. This had been the strongest wind blade I had ever produced before.

"Is that all you have?"

Sesshoumaru's scornful tone annoyed me. I had not even had the time to savor getting to use such a powerful attack.

I grit my teeth, and sent another strong wind blade his way. He slashed it in two with his whip once again. Damn him!

"Maybe I should take back the fan. I realize now it is wasted on you."

I knew he was saying purposefully hurtful things to enrage me and force me to use even more strength. I got it, my dance teacher as a kid had also ascribed to the tough love teaching method, but Sesshoumaru's words cut me. That fan was the first gift he had ever given me. The one thing that first proved to me he had developed feelings for me. He had after all used his own youki to lend my weapon more strength. How dare he speak trivially about such a precious gift?! That pissed the hell out of me. I wanted to hurt him now as much as he had hurt me with his words.

"The only way you're getting this fan is out of my cold dead hands you asshole!" I rose my fan in front of my face, and sent my next attack. Instead of a blade, it was a huge freaking tornado that rushed at Sesshoumaru. I surprised myself with the intensity of the attack.

He had to use his sword to parry the tornado, but the clash of youki energy generated by his weapon coming in contact with my attack made him stagger back. The youki blew his hair away from his face, shredded his shirt, and caused a cut across his chest. I could even see a thin line of blood trickling down the pale skin of his torso.

This sight of his injury snapped me out of it. I was mortified to see I had hurt the man I loved.

"Sesshoumaru! I am so sorr…"

"Do not apologize." He walked up to me. I was surprised to see a smile on his face. Should he not be upset that I had injured him? Well I was upset, and I was also mad that I had ruined such a beautiful garment. There would be no salvaging his white kosode. Not only was it hanging in tatters on his frame now, but the pure white was stained with blood.

"Kagura, you did well. You need to learn how to better canalize your powers, but this was a good first try. Next time you are set upon by fools like that fire demon, you will be able to defend yourself. These people are out to get you. Do not hesitate to attack them in return. Do not be afraid to cause them harm. It can come down to either you or them ending up dead, so hesitating is out of the question."

I understood now what he had been up to yesterday night. He had purposely let me lead the attack against Sasaki, hiding behind a bullshit jealousy excuse when in truth he had only wanted to test me by giving me a chance to deal with the threat on my own. He had never seen me fight in truth and probably wanted to have a look at my abilities. He had feigned being mad all along, that's why he had stepped in the second Sasaki had hurt me. Sesshoumaru must have been disappointed by my weak offense. I wondered then if I had not asked him to train me if he would have suggested it himself.

"I think that is enough for today. We do not want to overdo it." He put away his sword.

I nodded, suddenly unable to form words. The burning adrenaline pumping in my blood earlier was now gone. To my surprise, making use of my youkai side for the first time had brought me quite a high, and I noticed then that my entire body was wracked with shivers. I felt hyper energized, exhilarated and dizzy. I was now breathing hard due to exertion...but not only. The small slivers of skin I could spy through the tatters of Sesshoumaru's shirt called to me. He used a shred from his kosode to wipe away the bloody cut I had caused him, my eyes followed the movement intently.

"The sight of my blood turns you on?" He asked on a mocking tone of voice. I tried to deny it, but I was mortified to see that it was true.

Sesshoumaru chuckled, totally unfazed by this realization. "It is a perfectly normal reaction. Our youkai nature is to blame."

To my surprise, he grabbed me by the waist, and forced my face closer to his. Before I realized it, we were making out. Our usually tender kisses were now brutal. Equal part lips, tongues and fangs. I faintly tasted blood, his or mine, I could not tell, so lost was I in the passion. My kimono was now gaping open at the neck, giving him access to my covered breasts. His clever fingers pinched and twisted my nipples through the fabric of my bra just the way I loved it. In a matter of seconds, he pushed me down to the ground, and lay down on top of me to settle between my bent legs. I could not wait to tear off his bothersome hakama so that he could plunge deep inside me.

There must have been something to what Sesshoumaru had said. Now that I was more in tune with my demon nature, all my inhibitions seemed to have gone out the door. Before I could prevent myself, I bit his lower lip, hard, and drew blood. He broke our kiss, and stared down in my eyes. Maybe I had let myself get too carried away, and had taken things too far. As an apology, I took his lower lip between my own, and gently sucked on it, hoping to literally kiss is better. Fuck! That only caused more blood to flow from the offended flesh. To my surprise the growl escaping his throat was not one of displeasure, quite the contrary. In fact, he pushed his lip away from my mouth only long enough to swoop down, and kiss me with even more intensity.

Once we finally broke apart for a much-needed breather, he grabbed me by the hips and slammed me impossibly closer to his body. I ground my lower half against his growing length. I was aching and was craving him. In the weeks we had spent together, I had become well versed in his love games, and I knew he was prolonging our torture so we would have more pleasure later. Soon enough I hoped he would lift up my layered kimono, get rid of my underwear, lower his hakama and plunge deep into me. He ran hard his length along my core, earning a keen moan from me. His slow torture was killing me. Enough was enough. I did not want to wait. Actually, I could not wait. I wanted him so badly. My whole body trembled just at the thought of it. I wrapped my thighs more tightly around his waist, hoping he would get the message. I needed him now! As if he had read my mind, Sesshoumaru finally reached for the tie of my sash, and gently started undoing it. Sometimes I hated his slow careful approach to lovemaking. I wished he would just tear the damn fabric, and unveil my body to him. A roaring inferno was burning inside me, making my blood boil. I knew the only thing to calm this madness was a hard fast pounding from the youkai currently lying on top of me.

I almost wept in relief when he reached the final tie of my kimono. We were finally going to make it to the main event!

An unexpected sound brought us both to a compete stop. My heart skipped a beat when the door of the training room was thrown opened. How careless of us, we had been too busy rolling on the tatami mats to hear the approaching steps.

"Sesshoumaru-sama!"

The intruder stopped dead in their tracks. Sesshoumaru and I froze. I was glad we were mostly clothed, and selfishly even gladder Sesshoumaru was lying on top of me, his much larger form hiding mine, so that only my bared legs wrapped around his waist were visible. I buried my flushed face in the crook of his neck, conveniently using his long flowing hair to hide my face, and kept my eyes tightly shut. Maybe if I tried to hide, I could pretend this never happened. How mortifying to be caught rolling on the floor like two horny teenagers… especially by her of all people.

"Was there something you wanted?" I could not believe how calmly Sesshoumaru had asked that. I was too embarrassed to form words, let alone a complete coherent sentence. I don't think I'd be able to look her in the eyes for a long time. If only I could magically disappear, or fly out of there.

Despite my better judgment, I stole a quick peek from under Sesshoumaru's protection. Well, guess I was not the only uncomfortable one after all.

Poor Rin had also turned beet red, and slack jawed. It wasn't everyday one walked in on one's father having sex… or rather about to have sex. I don't know what I would have done if I had ever come upon Naraku in such a situation… I probably would have stabbed my eyes.

"It can wait… I …" Rin ran out of there as if a pack of rabid wolves were after her. Not that I could blame her. I wish the ground could swallow me right about now.

Despite us being alone now, the mood was gone. Sesshoumaru lifted himself off of me, and I got back to my feet. I tightly wrapped my kimono around me, and tied my sash as tightly as possible.

"I hope Rin won't speak a word, or the whole house will know soon. Then that pervert won't ever leave me alone!" I could just imagine the cringe worthy jokes Miroku would make about this situation. Ugh!

"Has Miroku been bothering you?" Was that a note of jealousy I sensed in Sesshoumaru's voice? Oh goody!

"He acts like an annoying older sibling, and loves making fun of me. No real harm done." I quickly corrected. I had no wish to see the idiot suffer the same fate as Sasaki. "We should probably be responsible adults, go talk to Rin, and explain things to her." I quickly changed the topic.

Sesshoumaru used remaining parts of his torn shirt to wipe the last of the blood off his chest. I was glad to see he was fully healed, and the cut I had caused had already closed. Thank goodness!

"Indeed. You go deal with it."

"What, why me?" I exclaimed in shock.

"You're a woman, and I have a meeting to get to." He paused to press a long lingering kiss on my lips. "We will finish our earlier… conversation when I get home tonight. Our next training session will be tomorrow at five."

With that last statement he left the training room, and probably went up to our room to get ready. Only he would schedule a meeting for early morning on a Saturday.

A part of me was enraged he would let me deal with this. I was woefully unequipped for dealing with such a situation. I almost called out after him to tell him to ask Kagome to do it instead as she being a young human woman, and Rin's legal aunt, she might be a better option, but I stopped myself. The magnitude of Sesshoumaru's request just dawned on me. What he asked me to do was quite maternal. How else to qualify asking me to give his only daughter the talk on the birds and the bees?! Damn, the man had really come to trust me. I smiled to myself, hoping I would not disappoint his faith in me. Taking about sex to a teenager, how hard could it be?

After taking a comforting shower, and changing into my regular clothes, I went in search of Rin. I was not surprised to find her in my old bedroom, which had temporarily been turned into our sewing room. Rin and I had spent quite some time locked in here as we worked on making her Aunt Kagome a new wardrobe. The young human was sitting on an armchair by the window, a piece of black fabric in her lap.

I almost turned around and ran away. This felt awkward. I did not know if I was the best at hand to tell her about this. I had been a virgin until only a few weeks ago. Too bad this was not a school day, and Rin would be home. Having to prepare an after school special would have given me time to do some research online, and come up with a battle plan. Sadly, I now had to put my big girl panties on, and tackle the task ahead as distasteful as it might be. I decided a frontal attack would be too awkward, so I decided to use the pretense of needing to work on the dress for Kagome's mother. A project Rin and I had started on a few days before.

"Hi Rin. Isn't it a bit early to get to work? It could have waited after breakfast." I said on as casual a tone as I could.

"I needed a distraction." She stated. Okay, seemed like she was willing to face things head on. I was the adult here, I should be able to do the same! "I am sorry I… interrupted you, I should have knocked or something, but I wasn't expecting to see Sesshoumaru-sama in the middle of… Well, I just wanted to tell Sesshoumaru-sama it had snowed. We usually plan a snowball fight once it starts snowing. It's Shippou and Uncle Inuyasha against Sesshoumaru-sama and me. The snow came early this year… I usually get to pick the date for our competition, and I got so excited about it that I just came barging in."

Snowball fight? That sounded fun. This was a new side of Sesshoumaru I was discovering, and I liked it. I knew he cared about his family, and especially about his adopted human daughter. Despite the formality of the way they spoke to each other, it was plain to see they cared for one another. Well she had given me the perfect cue, and I had to use it.

"Rin, about what you saw earlier between your father and me…"

"Aunt Kagome gave me the talk when I first got my period three years ago." The teenager said, as she looked straight down at the fabric laid out on her lap, her cheeks flaming red. "Plus we get sex education classes in school, and with the internet…"

"Oh, right." I chuckled nervously, my own cheeks bright red. This was a whole lot more awkward than I had thought it would be. "Well know that you can always come talk to me... If you ever have any questions, or worried about any topic. My door is always opened."

"I'm just happy for you and Sesshoumaru-sama, and I hope I get to have a younger sibling soon too. Preferably a boy, then he wouldn't try to steal my clothes and makeup." She picked up the black fabric, and handed it to me. "So, anyways, you said you'd show me how to put on lace."

Thank goodness one of us behaved like a mature adult. I decided to conveniently ignore Rin's comment about a younger brother, no need to complicate things beyond how they were right now. Better to keep our hands occupied, so our minds would not be busy spinning fantasies.

"Sure thing, let's get to work!"

My phone buzzed in my pocket, indicated I had received a text message. I looked at the screen, and almost choked.

"Come see me, now!"

My heart skipped a beat at seeing another summon from Naraku. After the stunt he had pulled the night before in front of the Council, I feared about what he planned next. I was just hoping he would not see fit to punish me for the death of Sasaki. Either way, him calling me over…that did not sound good.

To be continued…

A/N: Things heated up in this chapter, and are about to get hotter still. What could Naraku be up to? Let's find out in the next chapter named Unconceivable.