A/N: Thank you so much for your wonderful comments! It was a surprise to see that SugarOo had review this little story, but above all, I can't believe how many likes I got! None of the stories I have made so far were so well welcomed! I thank you from the depths of my soul for this! I hope you enjoy the next chapter!
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Chapter 4 – First day
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The pain surged like little needles through her body, making her feet feel like she was standing on a floor full of nails pointed upwards. Cringing, her face scrunching up, Kagome tried to hold her tongue as she stabilized her position once more, though she wasn't aloud to move much. Changing her weight on the other foot, the young miko closed her eyes as her muscles screamed at her to stop this. She was forced to hold up a ball that weighted about sixteen pounds tied to her leg and that said leg had to stay up in the air holding that thing up without the ball moving. And, to top it all, she had been doing this exercise for about six hours, three hours on each leg, and the damn inuyoukai wasn't even there!
Her reiki rose again, scaring the old instructor as he tried to run away. Controlling her anger, Kagome prayed to all the Gods that heard her to make her leg say up for at least five more seconds before she would collapse on the balls and break her neck.
'I hope he will choke with that ice he carries as a heart, because, when I will be finished with this, and if I will still be able to walk, I will search him and make him endure the same treatment like he had made me! Resistance my ass! Couldn't he have made me run around this God-damn mansion for six hours straight? This is pointless!' she wailed, her anger having the best of her as her arms stretched as far as they could to her sides to give her some balance.
What was he planning? She for one was tired! Taking in a shaky breath, holding it in as her whole body began to tremble with the strain it had been put under, Kagome lowered her leg. Standing up, she tried to bend her knees so she could take off those stupid weights, but, as she did so, her whole body began to descend why to fast. Her eyes widened, the only thing she saw being the round metal ball that was in front of her.
'This is a good way to die, you fool of a woman! Cracking your skull open like a melon on a metal ball!' her freaked out consciousness yelled at her, as she closed her eyes.
Right when she felt the floor coming way too close to her face, something hard and long encircled her waist, pulling her up and flush against something even harder. Her mouth opened to yelp in both surprise and pain, but was stopped dead in her tracks by the only voice that she didn't want to hear: Sesshomaru's.
"You are way too undisciplined onna! This one can not leave you alone to go finish his business!" the rough rumble vibrated through her back.
'Oh, you just shut up! It's not my damn fault you left me here to screw around with some hoe!' her mind screeched, as she ignored her blush when she realized that her back was aligned with his chest.
She was so tired that she could barely move her eyes, so walking to the house was out of the question. Even her vocal cords were over used from her screaming curses all day long, right after he had left her in the dojo to finish some urgent business, as he had regarded it as. If anyone would have asked her, she would have used all the profanities she had learned in her life to tell him exactly how she felt. Moaning in pain as he shook her body in order to see if she was still listening, Kagome watched as he crouched down with her on his knees, her back still pressed to his chest, his face barely inches away from her own. If she weren't so tired from the stupid exercises, not only the excruciatingly one she had to endure till now, but other as well, she would have sprung up from that weird position, announcing him that she was fine without any assistance from him. But, right now, that was impossible, so she just stayed there, gulping and trying to push any type of ideas and thoughts as he freed her legs from the straps that held the balls on the other end. His hand were so large compared to her form...
'Bad Kagome! You shameless girl! You should hate this demon dog with all your might, not dream about him as he takes those things HE had put on you!' the very angry voice in her head, belonging, probably, to her heart, yelled at her, as it kicked her ass so she could remember the reality, not the way his skin felt against her one.
"You are a very improper trained priestess." he hummed, getting up, the girl in his arms.
He, for one, was a bit pleased with the fact that she had endured all that training until that time of the day. If he was really honest with himself, he was impressed by her will power. Sure, he knew that with a girl as stubborn as the miko in his arms, he could never praise her, and he could never take it easy. He had to make her learn how to control those blasted powers before all his staff was purified and his dojo burned to dust. Holding her in his arms, princess style, the demon lord walked, as slow as he could, to this house. For a first day of training, as intense as it had been, it was unexpectedly good.
He felt her squirm, her smell changing rapidly from one of pure annoyance, to an aroused one, and now to a mild surprised and pained one. She was calm as he walked to the house, his steps as light as a flutter of a butterfly's wings. Though he did expect her to retort and fight him, it seemed like she was way too tired to even try to be angry at him. He never knew what do expect from her.
"You will stay with this Sesshomaru until your training will be complete! This one does not accept refusals. " his baritone made her back arch a little, the feeling in her body making her moan, this time out of pleasure.
It was so good whenever he talked: her muscles would unwind just a little bit, making her feel better. Though she heard him through her sleepy state, her mind was even more tired than her body was.
'Who wouldn't be? This jerk made me wake up at six in the fucking morning to run and warm up my muscles! And it was my day off! It's the fucking weekend, you stupid dog..' she mumbled for herself, not able to tell him straight that she was better off with no training.
Her kimono was really wet from all the sweat she had to force out of her body, and she hated the sticky feeling of her skin, but she couldn't even move her lips to tell him that she needed a bath, so she resigned herself with sleeping dirty. It wasn't pleasant, but, if her training days will be like this, then she will have to make some sort of truce with her mind and just stay like this.
'Maybe, if I stink too much, he will resign from being my mentor and would just disappear forever!' the little voice in her head snickered, the dark chuckle making her scent spike up again.
She didn't know how her body smelled at the moment, and he will never tell her that, even if she will never bathe, she will never smell better than like she did right now. Sure, by the way her odor fluctuated around her, she was thinking that, if she will stay dirty, he will just run away, repulsed by the stench. But for a tiny human she smelled better than most of the youkai females he had met during his long life.
Back at the matter at hand, he had made her run and balance those weights just so she could make the muscles in her legs be a little more flexible and hard, so, when she will face an opponent that was faster than herself, she would be able to avoid it. Nothing could make her reach the speed he could, but, if her powers were as great as his father believed them to be, then she could take him on, though she will never win. Maybe that was why no other demon family was good enough for her?
Throwing her up a bit, hearing the small grunt of pain coming from her parted lips when she woke up from her snoozing state, Sesshomaru looked straight into her eyes: the azure orbs were fogged up with what seemed to be exhaustion and something that he thought that was anger. What was she th...
"I hate you... I hate you for what you have done to me, Inuyasha..." her mumbled words, barely above a whisper reached his sensitive ears.
So she was thinking about the mutt when she was with him. His blood boiled for a moment, though he didn't knew why. Why did the tiny onna hate his bastard of a half brother? What have he done to her to be renegade by this small and kind hearted being with such fury? The dai couldn't phantom a reason why, so he just shrug it off, deciding to find out about it later. Dogs were always curious beings, and the intriguing mahogany haired priestess in his arms was the best subject to hear out. She was just so full of mysteries, though he was never interested by her kind, she was something else.
'Maybe because this little one has the potential of reaching this Sesshomaru's level...' he though for himself, as he entered the large estate he owned.
Growling deep in his throat, the silver head inu waited patiently for his mother's first maid to appear. He needed her to clean the girl, bathe her and then dress her for sleep. He had some documents to finish, not to mention the calls he had to make and the business deals he had to look after. It was a small mater for him, but he had a tolerance level too.
"You called, my Lord!" her silent voice made him nod an agreement, as he opened his arms a bit more, to show her the motive why he had summoned her.
Yoko just looked at the fragile human in her lord's hands and just smiled, the wicked glint in her eyes hid by her long lashes. Bowing to her Alpha, the inu servant shook her head, making a step backwards.
"She is your guest, my Lord. This one doesn't want to cause her any damage, so you, Sire, will have to take care of her." said Yoko, her head tilted oh so slightly to the side, as a shy smile appeared in the corner of her lips.
Her ears were met again with the deep rumble of a growl, this time, the displeasure in it being evident. But she was no fool! It was the second time she had seen the taiyoukai carrying a ningen in his arms, and she knew only two possibilities: One- he felt obliged to take care of her, as a thank you for someone, and Two- he found her intriguing enough to grant her his presence and attention, something he had never done with his bitches, ever. The blue haired youkai didn't even a second believe the first rule applied to the miko, so she put all her money on the second. Even her smell told her that the Lord was pleased with something, though he tried to hide it.
'You can never keep a secret from me, my Lord, no matter how hard you try! Remember who raised you!' she snickered, the same evil glint in her eyes making her superior look at her funny.
She had always been the playful type, though she did know when to cease her actions so she would not be punished. But, right now, he needed to do this, even though he didn't like the idea. Sesshomaru, on his part, as his golden, smothering orbs moved from the giddy youkai that stood in front of him and the miko that had fallen asleep in his arms, was a bit unnerved by the situation: he couldn't just go wash the miko and then put her to sleep. It wasn't that he thought that it was beneath him, just that he found it quite hard to resist the urge to do just that. The human girl was indeed fascinating, but that was another story. He wasn't his father!
"You better take her from my arms, Yoko, or I will have your head for denying this Sesshomaru's will!" the bark that left his lips ran straight to the older youkai's body, as she wet her lips with her tongue, her smile widening.
"I shall not do that, my Lord! Plus, the girl clearly likes to sit in your arms!" she pointed out, crossing her arms under her breasts.
Swallowing hard, trying to keep his temper down, Sesshomaru looked down and into his arms, to see Kagome's small hands grabbing at his haori. Good thing he had changed into something less formal than a suit when he had started to teach her. The white material of her kimono was making a stark contrast with the deep black of his own, the only thing uniting them being the golden swan that flew over her and his chest. She was like a child, sitting there, asleep and all.
"This Sesshomaru shall not repeat himself, onna! You will take his girl and bathe her and then put her to sleep!" his voice rose just a tad bit, as Kagome whimpered in her sleep, burring her face even more into the daiyoukai's chest.
He could never be his unemotional, stoic self when he was dealing with his old caretaker. She was always able to say and see exactly what he didn't want to show and hear. This was beginning to wear his patience thin, but, just as he was about to raise his voice again, Yoko was gone with a puff, leaving him alone in the hall, with a sleeping girl in his arms.
Now what was he about to do? He felt silly for some reason to just walk upstairs, undress her, bathe her and then dress her again so she could sleep in peace. It was something that he had never done! How was he supposed to react? What if she woke up, though he doubted that! Groaning, the not so dignified Lord of the West, turned on his hills and walked straight to the flight of stairs that would take him to his and her separate rooms. This was going to be hard! In more ways than one! Remember, he was still a male at that, and, with all the composure in the world, he was still unable to fully control his body's responses to a female's naked form. Though there had been numerous cases where he had not been impressed with what he had saw, something told him that this wasn't one of those times.