We have a winner! Congratulations to Kagmaru, it was indeed Norwegian. It looks as though all lemons in this fanfic will be dedicated to you! I hope you feel special… you should, because I put a great deal of care and concentration into my lemons! Ahem…

Thank you for everyone who took a shot, those were some nice guesses, and, of course, thank you for the reviews.

A lot of people believed it was Russian. Actually... this is what a Russian Disclaimer looks like…

Disclaimer: Я не имею(не признаю) Inuyasha! Ahaha… now that's weird looking.

Night Terror

The tension was thick, the scent of miasma and blood heavy in the air, as well as that of clay and ash.

This was it, the final showdown between the small group of shard hunters and the devious Naraku. They were losing, horribly, the dark hanyou's spawn picking off her friends all too easily.

Then, as she drew an arrow to her bow, aiming its tip at Naraku, Inuyasha leapt at her, knocking the weapon from her hands. When she looked up at him to inquire as to what he was doing, she froze, words lodged in her throat.

His eyes were wide and red, staring down at her with a cruel, mocking expression. Kikyo was standing behind him, her arms wrapped firmly around his shoulders.

"Do you care for me, Inuyasha?" she asked him softly, sneering down at Kagome before tilting her head to look at him.

"Of course I do," he replied in a gravely tone, turning away from Kagome as though she didn't exist. "I would do anything for you."

Smiling evilly, Kikyo fastened her gaze on Kagome and whispered in a gentle tone, "I want her heart."

The hanyou's cold, red eyes turned back to her, a wicked smile painted across his lips. "Anything for you," he hissed, extending his claws out toward the fallen miko. Quicker than lightning, he struck, ripping her heart from her chest cavity with a sick, gurgled spray.

Her vision blurred as he approached his undead lover, handing her the still pulsing organ.

Kikyo took the bloody pump into her hand and squeezed it harshly, laughing when crimson oozed from the arteries.

The final words that sunk into her subconscious before a world of shadow overcame her were that of Inuyasha's whispered confession. "I love you, Kikyo."

Gasping for breath as she bolted up from bed, Kagome pressed her hand to her heart, trying to slow its frantic beating as well as making sure it was still there. She had the nightmare again. It was the same every time she had it, but it never ceased to scare the living hell out of her.

Sniffling and wiping away a renegade tear that had leaked from her eye, Kagome sat up and stretched; the satisfying 'pop' that resonated through the room followed by a groan.

Scratching her sides, she looked around the room she had awoken in, finding it to be rather lovely. It was well furnished and clean, smelling of lilies and jasmine. Where was she? Had Sesshomaru brought her to an inn? She didn't think so. No inn she had ever stayed in was this beautifully decorated. As she took in the splendor of the room, she noticed her bag sitting across the floor, propped up against large, elegant red chair.

A soft knock alerted her to the presence that had just entered her room and she turned her still uneasy gaze to the door. Finding a lovely mouse demon perched in her doorframe, she perked up and asked politely, "May I help you?"

Bowing, the tiny little demoness explained in a quiet whisper, "Lord Sesshomaru wished for me to tend to you once you awoke. Is there anything you require miko-sama?"

The young nezumi's response had lead her to the conclusion that she was currently in Sesshomaru's home, meaning that he had brought her here after she had fainted. Shaking her head, she assured the woman, "There's no need for formalities. My name is Kagome. What's yours?"

Taken aback by her kindness, the mouse demoness replied shyly, "Reisei, Lady Kagome."

Shaking her head at the girl's refusal to simply call her by her name, she made her way out of bed cautiously, taking care not to rise too fast. "You could show me to the bath house, if it's not too much trouble."

"Not at all; follow me," the nezumi said while motioning toward the door.

Grabbing her bag from its place on the floor, Kagome followed soundlessly behind her new companion.

As she trekked down yet another of the halls in the palace, she couldn't help but notice just how stunning it was. The halls alone had her impressed. The regal and tasteful paintings that adorned the walls caught her attention, and she soon found herself enthralled in what she guessed was the history of Sesshomaru's family.

A startled shriek was heard as something small yet solid met Kagome's front. She snapped her head forward just in time to see Reisei begin to stumble forward. Steadying her with a hand on her arm, Kagome smiled sheepishly and mumbled an apology. "Sorry Reisei, I'm rather clumsy at times."

Smiling, the mouse demoness told her calmly, "It is fine, Lady Kagome. Past these doors is the hot spring. Do you wish for assistance?"

Kagome blushed a deep shade of red. 'Assistance… for bathing? What, do they wipe your ass too?' Nervously rubbing her neck, she assured the smaller woman, "There's no need for that; I can wash myself."

When the little demoness nodded and turned away, Kagome couldn't help but notice the thin, pink tail that poked out from the bottom of her kimono. It was… cute. She distantly heard the shorter woman say that she would be back shortly to check on her.

Coming out of her thoughts on the meek, adorable appearance of the female who had just helped her, Kagome slid the thin door aside, sighing when she was met with a cloud of steamy air. Setting her bag down, she closed the shoji and pulled her things from the small brown sac. Stripping of her fighting garb, she scurried over to the lip of the spring, dipping her toe in and groaning at the soothing sensation that accompanied the hot water.

Kneeling, she slid her legs into the water slowly, shuddering as the liquid enveloped her like a lover's caress, soft and sensual and fluid. She tediously lowered herself into the spring, exhaling in a long, deep whoosh of air as she adjusted to the temperature.

She bathed quickly, not wanting to turn into a prune. It had been only seconds after she had soaped herself up into a lather that the shoji door was flung open, revealing a rather peeved looking Sesshomaru. Yet, behind his mask of indifference and slight frustration, she swore she had seen a flicker of shock.

So now, here she was, standing hip deep in water with little bubbly swirls dappling her body as the stoic taiyoukai towered in the doorway, staring at her. Naturally, she did what any female would do in her situation… she screamed.

The shrill sound caused Sesshomaru to noticeably wince, his eyes narrowing slightly and his lip curling back into a snarl as he bit out, "Silence, wench!"

Kagome did cease her screaming, only to replace it with indignant shrieks of protest. "What the hell are you doing?! You can't just walk into a bathroom like that without asking. I don't give a damn if this is your palace you need to learn how to knock, buddy!" Her arms were now crossed firmly over her chest, the water coming up to her chin as she continued to squat.

Lifting a brow, the taiyoukai silenced her with a sharp glare, his clawed hands twitching at his sides. "Do not be ridiculous, miko; this Sesshomaru does as he pleases. It is not as though you possess anything I have not already seen. I assure you I am rather familiar with the female anatomy."

Even as he said it, a tiny voice in his head argued that, though he had indeed seen many a naked female, this one seemed to possess a very scrumptious anatomy, the finest he had ever seen. He had been with bustier women, slimmer women, stronger women… he had bedded many, but her body, without the hindrance of clothing, was the most divine example of female flesh he had ever gazed upon. Her skin, perfect and evenly toned, looking as though it was smoother than silk and sweeter than honey, bore no flaws. The only imperfection he noted was the small, star shaped scar on her hip. Yet the defect didn't make her any less attractive. In fact, it seemed to make her more so than one might have thought.

He cursed himself for such insubordinate notions, yet he could not deny that she was the most well proportioned wench he had ever seen. How he wanted to run his tongue over the delicious swell of her breasts, tasting every inch of the creamy, rounded flesh and toying with those pretty, pink nipples until they were puckered and begging for his ministrations. Yes… the miko had a delightful rack; he would give her that, one in which he could picture himself doing many things to. Touching them, weighing them in his palms and pinching her tight little peaks. Nipping, biting, licking, sucking, exploring every inch of them with his mouth. Pushing them together and grinding his stiff-

"Sesshomaru!"

His eyes widened slightly at just how far he had taken the naughty little thoughts that had plagued his mind. Bringing his attention to the object of his accursed desires, he grunted in annoyance and question.

"Did you come here for a reason or are you just going to stand there and stare at my revolting ningen body?" she seethed; her discomfort and fury painted onto her face in the form of a delightful pout and furrowed, ebony brows.

He was surprised that she had remembered that. Those very same words he had spat at her years ago, before she had gone to stay at the monastery. Smirking, he informed her, "This Sesshomaru would not waste his time staring if the view was unpleasant. I have come to inform you that lunch will be ready shortly."

"Lunch?" Kagome spluttered.

"Indeed," Sesshomaru went on. The little woman had obviously not caught on to the implications behind his statement yet. He wondered how long it would take for her to realize. When he saw her eyes narrow in confusion, his smirk widened, only tilting further when those same blue depths widened and a small blush lined the bridge of her cheeks. 'I see she has finally caught on,' he mused.

"After the stunt you pulled yesterday, your body shut down for hours. You slept through the remainder of the day, into the night, and well into the morning. It is nearly noon."

Kagome blanched at hearing those words. Had it really done that much of a number on her? The poison must have been extremely potent.

Turning swiftly on his heel, Sesshomaru walked out of the room, looking over his shoulder just before he shut the door to catch another glimpse at the bathing miko. "Do not dally. This Sesshomaru detests tardiness, and will not have lazy ningens prancing around his estate."

Before she could lash out at him, he had slid the door shut, leaving a sizzling miko in an equally sizzling spring. The water churned and bubbled, steam rising like a huge billowing cloud. Sparks of miko energy snapped around her; making small ripples in the water. Livid, she grumbled silently, 'That guy really knows how to grind my gears.'

Sesshomaru, you naughty boy, you… I think you need a spanking. Mmm… I'd be happy to deliver it. As would all of my female viewers, I'm sure. It's a hard fact to grasp… Sesshomaru-sexy-sama is in fact, fictional. That doesn't mean we can't dream though, right girls? And guys, I suppose, if you're into that…

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