Disclaimer: any recognizable plot/characters belongs to the respectful owner, i.e. Rumiko Takashi.

This is 2017 edited version of the story.

Please refer to my Bio for FAQ. Please leave comments or feedbacks, thank you!

Day One

1544, Day One:

Sesshōmaru stood on the hill overlooking the field of flowers. He had stopped there to allow Rin run around and play among the flowers. Jaken was beside him, sitting as he held the staff, wheezing softly and getting on in his old age.

The Sou'Unga destroyed not too long ago. It was hell-bent on creating hell upon Earth. He had to admit, not to anyone, but to himself that he could not allow that to happen. It took Tenseiga and Tessaiga to work together to destroy Takemaru no Setsuna and Sou'Unga. Now everything was at peace once again as usual.

His thought trailed to his half-brother, InuYasha, the one who carried the Tessaiga. At first, he had desired to kill his brother and take the sword. However, every attempt he made; he had failed and it took for InuYasha to turn into a full-blooded demon for him to realize that it was not worth taking the sword anymore. He was already powerful; he had secured the land of the West and more. He was the most powerful daiyōkai of all four Lords of Japan, even surpassing his own father's strength.

His father was powerful with three swords, the sword of heaven, men, and hell. Sesshōmaru was much more powerful, with just two swords, the sword of heaven and the sword of demons, the Tokijin and he hardly use them. He had realized it wasn't the weapons that gave the power but it came from within himself. Contented to know that he was the most powerful daiyōkai in the kingdom; he was at peace with himself, with his father and soon, with his half-brother.

Sitting down to watch Rin romp through the flowers, he watched as his thoughts strayed once again to InuYasha. After the episode with the Sou'Unga, his group had left, smiling and joking while the Miko subdued InuYasha into the ground for some offense he had said. The ragtag group had caught his interest, especially the Miko, the one who wore indecent and strange kimono. He checked them recently discreetly as usual recently and InuYasha was fuming because the girl had gone home to the future.

He knew of her time traveling between two eras; he wasn't sure how far apart the times were. He understood the well was a time portal and only she and InuYasha could pass through it. The girl was interesting, proving her worth with her intelligent and bravery, unusual traits of a woman in his era. Sometimes she was foolish but he deducted that she would grow out of her childish way, seeing that she was well on her way to becoming the most respectful Miko in ages, perhaps rivaling his mother, Midoriko.

InuYasha had not claimed her as his mate had surprised him. At one point, they came pretty close. He recalled, after the fake Kaguya incident. He wasn't sure what happened then, but now they were nothing more than friends. He supposed the undead Miko had gotten in the way once again. But it was something he should waste his time pondering about, it was trivial.

He glanced up to the Nintōjō to find one of the two heads opening her mouth. Jaken gasped and stood up, holding the staff upright. The head announced with her shrill voice, "Lord Sesshōmaru, return to the palace." Then it went silent, closing her mouth and her eyes, returning to wooden feature.

Sesshōmaru narrowed his gaze at the head; wondering why he had to return to the palace. There weren't any troubles lately and he sensed nothing wrong in his kingdom. Standing up, he called out to the child, "Rin, come."

The girl turned and ran after him, dragging trails of flowers in her wake, scattering petals in the wind. They took off heading far west into the snow-capped mountains.

The palace was hidden from sight in the valley of mountains, guarded and secure. On one side of the palace, through the hills and forest was a coast of raging sea that crashed violently against the cliff that stood on the edge of the kingdom. The other side was a narrow valley with a perilous path. To truly access the palace, one has to either fly in or go through the path at a certain time of the year. The palace was grand, like a fortress laid in the depth of the forest within the valley. It was ornate and fitting for a god. It was an ideal place for a daiyōkai like Sesshōmaru.

Upon reaching the palace, he sent both Rin to take a warm bath and get a meal before going to bed. Jaken went away to rest. In his office, he summoned the palace retainer, Hurō, an ancient õkami yōkai.

The ōkami yōkai, with graying hair, weathered feature and gray and blue attire helped Sesshōmaru remove his armors. The young daiyōkai turned to place the swords on the stand and asked, "Hurō, what was it that I needed here?"

Hurō bowed and gestured to the desk, "You have letters from the other lords. I regret to tell you that the elders are here as well. They have brought someone along with them. I had tried to remove them from the palace but they wouldn't have it."

Sesshōmaru gave a single nod, not showing a sign of his internal frustration and displeasure of the events, "Very well, send in the elders…" He sniffed the air and frowned, recognizing the smell of a familiar woman with them. The one that smelled of storm and sakura blossoms. He knew who the unique fragrance belonged to and it surprised him. He schooled his face as his servant, Hurō returned with the elders.

They came in dragging Kagome along, her wrists tied behind her back and her mouth gagged. She fell to his feet almost immediately as they entered. She sat up, glaring defiantly to the three elders and turned to Sesshōmaru with hateful glare in her blue eyes. He was not surprised by her reaction.

Raising a single eyebrow, he asked almost demanding, "what is this?" Kagome thrashed against her ropes, trying to free herself. He was momentarily amused by her willfulness, she had no fears. He got up and moved around his desk, kneeling before the girl to check her over. She was not injured.

The first elder snapped, "It is the month of your one thousandth and fifty-three years, you have one week until the full moon to conceive an heir."

Kagome's eyes went wide and froze, staring at the first elder. Her blue eyes snapped to Sesshōmaru. Her surprise turned into accusing glare. He noticed this, realizing she understood the inu yōkai language because the elders only speak in the ancient tongue. He removed the gag and held her neck, speaking in her tongue, "be silent, or suffer." His nails pinpricked her skin, causing beads of blood to bloom at each point.

He saw the momentary flash of fear in her eyes and then she relaxed, quiet and obedient. Good, she had matured. He thought to himself as he unbound her hands. She immediately rubbed her wrists and her neck, wiping away the minuscule blood beads. She turned to the elders and glared. He did not care for her attitude toward the ancient inu yōkai, for he also felt the same distaste toward them.

He spoke in the ancient language of the inu, "and you give me this simple wrench?" He saw Kagome roll her eyes at the insult toward her.

The second elder sneered, "You agreed to the pact. If you didn't find a Miko until the last week, it becomes up to us to choose one. We chose her; she's the most powerful in the kingdom."

Sesshōmaru glanced to Kagome, they were right on both count but he did not have to like it. She was now standing and angry look masked her face but she was silent and respectfully holding her mind. He turned back to the elders, "She belongs to my half-brother, she is his wrench. I do not want her."

The third elder shook his head and pointed his gnarled finger at Kagome, "She is unmarked, therefore do not belong to anyone. You have no other choices. The other Mikos are weak compared to her. She will benefit. Mate her, get an heir out of her, do whatever you wish afterward, toss her back to the mutt if you wish."

"You have until the morning after the full moon to conceive an heir." The first wheezed. Then the three of them turned and hobbled out of the room.

The second one paused at the doorway, turning back to Sesshōmaru, "You know the consequence… We will be here then." He snorted and then he was gone.

Sesshōmaru snarled softly under his breath and returned to his desk, noticing three scrolls waiting for him. He just knew what the letters contained. A headache was mounting in his head. He looked up to Kagome, who were still in the room, sitting on the other side of the desk, glaring at him.

His fine silver eyebrow rose at her and to his surprise, she belted out in a tirade of angry chatter, "This is just peachy! The first thing I knew coming out of the well, those three perverted old men came and took me away. They groped me and sniffed me and then the next thing I knew; I'm being disposed on your mat… what is this?" She yelled, waving her hands in the air. He winced at the increasing volume of her voice, "A baby making machine for you? Forget it! Over my dead body!"

He glared at her and asked, "are you done?" He saw her nod and crossing her arms in a huff. "I do not wish this as well. But we are stuck in this. I can not back out, neither can you. You are bound to me the moment you were within my vicinity. Unfortunately, you can't leave the room without me."

She snorted, "why?"

"The elders are powerful. They will ensure to get what they wished." He replied and took a scroll, breaking the wax seal.

She glared at him, "We'll see about that." She stood up and walked out of the room. It wasn't long before she shrieked and dropped to the floor in the hall, writhing in pain.

Sesshōmaru rubbed his face in frustration and went into the hallway. He found her some distance, writhing in pain and was panting on the floor on all four. Seeing her upon all four sparked some strange feeling deep in his belly. He approached her, she seemed to calm down somewhat. "You see, the three perverted old men, as you called them, put a curse on both of us, we can not separate without you being in pain until we fulfill what I had promised to do."

She glared up at him, "What about you, are you not even in pain?" She stood up, tilting her head up since he was a head and half taller than her.

He shook his head, "I felt pain but I have a higher tolerance than you do. You forget I am a daiyōkai. Come, I have much to do and I am not going to waste my time on your foolishness." He turned and entered the office.

She muttered under her breath, "Jerk. High tolerance, my arse." She winced as she realized they were in separate rooms and ran after him into his office. She glanced around, his office was spacious. He had a desk near the porch leading out to a private garden and next to the wall, his armor stood on the stand. His swords sat in its mounts at the desk. There was a wall full of scrolls, the library, she assumed.

"You may sit over there and read any scrolls if you know how to read. But return them to their proper slots." He told her, his eyes not leaving the paperwork he had on his desk. He had heard her muttering insult and ignored it. There were other matters he had to do.

Kagome sighed in defeat. She was in a bind but she knew she was safe. She glanced at the daiyōkai, he had come a long way since they first met. She figured, in few days, InuYasha would come and find her and she will be able to go home. She felt tired and frustrated. Perhaps, there was something in the scrolls that she could find to break this curse. She went to the scrolls and plucked one out at random. Sitting down on the pillow near a small desk by the scrolls cubby, she started to read. She smiled to herself, Miroku would give anything to be in her place. To read such scrolls belonging to a daiyōkai, especially a Lord, no less! It's like reading something out of the Great Library of Alexander. She wasn't stupid to pass this up.

Sesshōmaru returned to his paperwork, the three scrolls waiting for him was from the three other Lords; the North, South and the East. They were telling him that they would be visiting by the end of the week, to see if he has a mate, the Lady of the West. Rubbing the bridge of his nose to dispel an oncoming headache, he sighed.

If he did not produce a mate before then, a war would be the outcome and it was inevitable. He could imagine his father sitting across from him, laughing like mad. He had gotten himself in the situation and he was at the fault. He swears the Kami-Sama was playing a cruel trick, perhaps punishing him for whatever he had done when he was younger.

He then remembered something, "You understood inu yōkai language, why is that?"

Kagome looked up from her reading to him and frowned. "Huh? inu yōkai language?"

Sesshōmaru switched language, "This language, you understood it when the elders were talking to me, it was the only language they speak. It's their ancient tongue."

Kagome blinked, hand realized he was using barking sequences and she understood it completely. Surprised, she shrugged, "I have no idea. I guess, it just happened."

He frowned. "It just doesn't happen. You just spoke it in the language." He saw her blink in surprise and rose to his feet. He went over to the scrolls and searched for a short while before finding the one. He read the scroll and turned to her, "Interesting. The curse had bonded you to me, making us unable to separate until we complete the mating. It had given you the ability to understand the inu youkai language."

She stood up and glanced at the scroll in his hands, "Will it go away after we… uhh?" She blushed and moved away.

He glanced at her, amused by her embarrassment. "The curse will be lifted; we will be able to part without pain but as for the language part. I am not quite sure."

Kagome nodded. "So, I got the language from you, what did you get from me?" She turned back to him, curious and her eyes widen in surprise as she saw his indifference mask slipped off to show shocked look.

He stared at her and realized he had indeed gotten something from her and cursed inwardly. He shoved the scroll back in place and went back to his seat and ignored Kagome in a huff.

She stared at him, wondering what had really shaken the stoic lord and shrugged her shoulders, deciding to leave it alone for now. She would try to pry it from him later, apparently, he had indeed gotten something from her and it was embarrassing for him to show it. She groaned and rolled her head, trying to get the knots out of her neck and sat back down to continue reading the scroll. She was in a bind and she has no idea how to get out of it. It looked like Sesshōmaru would be her first and from how the things were going to happen, she would be giving him an heir. Shaking her head, it was too much to think, she decided to focus on the matter at hand and worry about losing her virginity later.

The silence, as much he enjoyed it was unnerving. He glanced up to find Kagome asleep on the desk, her head plopped on the scroll she was reading. He sighed and rose from his desk and picked her up. There was nothing else to do but get some rest for the night.

He found her light. She had curled up in his arm and burrowed further into his chest, clutching his haori. He wondered if she was so naïve asleep and sighed. Entering his bedroom, he deposited her upon his bed and watched her curl up and hug a pillow, she sighed in her sleep.

Eyeing her indecent kimono, he knew she was from the future and wondered for a moment there, was the women in the future indecent as well? What was modesty limit then? He shrugged out of his haori and took his boots off, setting them beside his bed. Only in his hakama, he sat beside her and started to take her shoes and socks off.

He got up and went to the wardrobe on the far side of the room and rummaged through it, finding one of his haori and returned to the bed. He shook her awake, not wanting her to wear such things to bed, he was sure it was uncomfortable. She mumbled and turned over. He figured he would have to do it himself, he cracked his knuckles and started to shred her shirt and green skirt away from her body, leaving her in white odd nagajugan, assumed the future had better designs. Figuring it would not be best to venture into that territory; he picked her up and quickly wrapped her up in the haori and laid her back down on the bed. The entire time, she did not wake or complain and he figured she was tired and had a long day.

He laid his head down on the pillow next to her, he found her scent of storm and sakura blossom soothing and calming. She was human; her scents were not like any others, very decent and tolerable. Upon touch of her skin, there was crackle between her Miko and his yōkai but it was not enough to harm him. He knew she had enough power to purify him but with trust, he plan to gain from her, she will not have any need to purify him and he hoped so.

Caressing her cheek, her face turned to him. He studied her profile, complementing if she was suitable to bear him an heir. She was outspoken, defiant and strong-willed, however, she had a nurturing and caring nature he had seen her with Rin. Her face was simple but pretty, not ugly or gorgeous like most noble women were. The moment there, he realized, she bore a similarity to Midoriko, one of the greatest Miko, his own mother.

He supposed; the only good thing the three elders did was to drop this woman in his lap, however, he would not admit that. He had admired this particular woman since the moment she came out of melted bone of his father with the Tessaiga. He recalled, she was young back then, a few years ago, he assumed she was about fifteen or sixteen, now, she had grown into her body, a young woman. Sighing, he turned over and promptly fell asleep; he would deal with her the next day.