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A/N: Hello mina! I hope that everybody had a wonderful Thanksgiving, and that you could enjoy was is our hectic and beyond crazy black Friday.

I'd like to send a big and huge Thank you to

TamashinoSuzume

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your reviews are greatly appreciated! And to answer some of your questions:

TamashinoSuzume: you'll just have to wait and see! ;)

Foxluna: Of the beginning of their fight or when they were still arguing about the whole last name debacle? You PM if you would like your question, or if I totally missed the mark.

Tolazytologin: To answer your first question, yes, unfortunately she has to be held back a year due to her yearlong absence. I was conflicted in whether doing this or not, but alas my mind had made its choice. I hope that it will not cause problems later on in the story ;)

Lastly I still have a few more chapters to go before she meets ALL of the host club, though I already have one where she met, a host. I'm sorry if I disappointed you, I hope you'll continue reading though!

Deadpool-girl: Actually I am still undecided on who she should get with, or if I will make this a harem. I was thinking of putting a poll in the later chapters to get your guy's opinion.

Thank you to those that have read my story, I hope you were not disappointed with it.

Also if an astris * is seen it usually means that there will be a small AN at the end of the chapter to clarify what was pointed out.

And so without further ado chapter three!:DD


Chapter Three: My, Your, Our Strength


Sweat dripped down my brow, running down into my eye, stinging a bit before I could blink it away. My harsh breathing burned through my lungs, my oxygen-deprived body was begging for air, and yet I couldn't take my attention away from the demon across from me.

I watched his every move, rotating my body with the tiniest movement that came from him. His eyes moved the slightest bit, and I unhesitatingly created a barrier between him and me. Moving in inhuman speed his claws rose rapidly, aiming to slash at my chest. Lifting my arm I used the barrier as a shield and covered myself with it, wincing when his claws tore through it like a knife through butter.

It shattered into tiny pink crystal like pieces, covering the floor in many shards. Concentrating as much as I could, with the demon speedily following my every move, I controlled the shards and lanced them through the air towards him in tiny dangerous projectiles. His speed was his saving grace, as instead of tearing through him, they struck the wall behind him before slowly fading away into mist.

Crouching down low, I avoided the claws that were meant for my head, and using it to my advantage I swiped my legs through his, hoping to catch him by surprise. Unfortunately he saw my movements and before it could do any harm, jumped out of the way. Creating a reiki arrow in between my fingers I threw it towards him, making him jump out of the way once more before it could connect. Standing I once again tried to catch my breath.

My powers were getting out of control and flaring out, but I could feel that they were weakening as well. All the new techniques that I was acting on were taking more out of me than I thought they would. It was probably because my body was not yet used to them that was causing an unbalance within me, as was the case when I had just started out in the Warring States era.

This was the true reason as to why I was being pushed to my limits. I had to conquer my powers and bend them to my will instead of the other way around. To have control over my powers I had to go over and beyond what I thought my body could handle. It was necessary. I had to prove to one and all that as the 'little sister' of the all powerful Lord of the West I was not weak, that I could take anyone, teach them that it would be dangerous, life threatening, and very painful to move against the West or anyone under our protection. It was the way of the world.

It was eat or be eaten.

With my family in the crossfire, I could not allow anyone to see me as a weak link or as a way to overpower him. This was the lesson that he was showing me.

But it was…

Hell. There was no other way to describe this. Having been in hell before I knew that it was easier to navigate the netherworld than have a one on one match with the demon before me. It was worse than hell, and there was no exit in sight. It was a true nightmare come to life.

"'Cause you gotta be bigger, be faster, be stronger

If you're gonna survive any longer

In this lifetime, it better be the right time

The first time might be your last time"* (1)

Music continued to blare through the large dojo seemingly mocking me but also masking my harsh breathing.

Narrowing my eyes I looked towards my opponent once more, hoping to see a weak point in his defense. Not that there could even be any, seeing that he was more than a thousand year old demon that could decimate any and all enemies with a single flick of his sword.

"You've gotten weak Imōto," Sesshomaru said, voice as monotonous as always, yet there was a hint of mockery to his words. "Have you not kept up with your training?"

Of course he knew I had been neglecting my training. He had tutored me to the point of exhaustion and not let me even have fun with my Akachan. Being as powerful as he was, he had no need for training, but I imagine that since he didn't need any sleep, (unlike me) he would train till dawn before beginning his reign of terror once again. How he got any work done concerning his business, I had no clue.

"Shizukani shite kudasai Aniki,*"(2) I panted out angrily, glaring at him. He was as pristine as when we began. Not a single hair out of order, his clothes as neat as before. Whereas if I were to look in a mirror, I bet my hair would resemble a bird's nest, sticking every which way, as I could feel a few tendrils of hair stuck to my forehead and neck from my sweat. Let's not even mention the state of my clothes. Luckily, depending on your point of view, Sessho was in a playful mode and had not shredded me along with my clothes, so no blood had been spilt as of yet. His punches though, had left their marks scattered throughout my body.

He narrowed his eyes, "Hn, it seems that since you can talk back to this Sesshomaru it must mean you still have energy to continue your training."

Swallowing the bitter bile that rose up my throat, I narrowed my eyes at him, "You still got more Rōjin-san?"* (3)

I knew I was going to pay for that, but if you couldn't go out with a bang what was the whole point of fighting to the point of oblivion.

Wasn't it safe to assume that life had to be lived out to the max, to be able to take risks and see what the outcome could be?

This could possibly also be contributed to me spending too much time around a certain silver-haired hanyou that could never keep his mouth shut.

Then again in the heat of battle you couldn't always weigh the consequences of your actions as you would with a clear head. The only one who could usually be cold and calculating, was the same person that was standing in front of me.

But let's face it; there were times where his anger could also get the best of him. This had resulted in him losing his arm. It was with luck that through our bonding and my training, I could heal it and return his favored arm. Now that he had both his arms he could tear into me without leaving any openings in his defenses. It was not to say that with one he could be considered weak, but there were times when he would miscalculate and it allowed me a chance to strike.

Not so now.

Not wasting any breath in responding, he came at me with the strength of a tsunami. I managed to dodge his claws at the last second. The same could not be said of my shirt.

Grabbing the dagger that I had secured on my hip, I filled it with reiki and lashed out at him, seeing if I could at least tone down his arrogance if only for a second with a small burn of my purification powers. His strength had tripled up from the last time we had had it all out, so I wasn't worried that he wouldn't be able to handle it.

While for me it had been about a month, he had surpassed his previous speed and abilities in the 500 hundred years that had passed for him. The older he got, the more powerful he would become. Of course it was to be expected.

Unfair though it was, fighting against all his might, I knew that the demons that I had met before, and consequently made a few enemies out of, had also risen above and beyond the level they used to be at.

Thinking about everything, and the time I would have to spend with Sessho in bringing me up to par, I couldn't help but feel excitement along with trepidation rise up in me. Excitement, because it was exhilarating to know that one of the strongest demons to walk the Earth was willing to train you to be something to be reckoned with, but trepidation, well that was obvious; no one wanted to actually be in a fight with the strongest demon to walk the Earth.

Straightening myself, I saw him head over to the wall that had bokkens, daggers, katana, sabers, shinai, spears, and all manner of weapons. All of which Sessho had engraved into me; it was an all or nothing kind of thing with the great Daiyoukai. Seeing as we were both going to be using whatever he chose, I sheathed my small dagger and secured it on my hip holster.

Grabbing hold on one of the katana, he threw it over his shoulder (unsheathed!) at me, not even turning to look and see if he was going to hit me or not. Though with his superior sense he would probably hear my every move and know exactly when I had grabbed hold of it.

Arrogant, know-it-all Daiyoukai I thought shaking my head.

Raising my hand, I caught it and twirled it a bit, weighing it, and seeing that it was a perfect fit. Getting in a fighter's stance I prepared for his onslaught of attacks.

Once again, bile rose up in my throat. My body was beyond exhausted, but I had to push myself more. Failure was not an option. Readying myself I looked into myself for any bit of power I had and prepared to fight until unconsciousness.

Moving around and away from each other we stalked one another in search of any weaknesses. The corners of his eyes tightened. I gripped the katana tighter. I didn't have to wait long before he attacked, not even a second later the clang of metal against metal could be heard over the music.

"I walk my own path, and blaze my own trail

Because I'm not afraid to derail I won't get in line or be a middleman

So f**k you I'll make my own plan

And I got respect and I don't neglect

The people that I really care to protect

Am I a failure if I got nothing to lose

No, I'm not a failure, I got something to prove."*(1)

Hell had begun once again.


A/N: Clarifications/Astris:

#1*: The song was Not Listening by Papa Roach. The reason I chose this was because this was what actually inspired most of this chapter and seemed to capture the determination that Kagome has in protecting her loved ones and her loyalty to Sesshomaru and his 'Kingdom'.

#2*: Kagome is just telling Sesshomaru in sarcastically polite way to shut up. Literal translation: Please be quiet Big Brother.

#3*: Rōjin-san literal translation: Old man. We get a peak of Kagome's infamous anger.

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