Disclaimer : I don't own the characters of Inu Yasha.

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Rin tugged on his arm mumbling for him to ignore whoever it was and lie with her for a bit more. "Onegai shimasu, don't go. I've missed you." She really didn't want any of it to end just yet. Her memories were still clouded but his features were bright and clearly written over every other image in her mind. It was apparent to her that he was important and that he was what she had been craving and missing all this time. She wanted to have as much of him as possible. Nothing could make her want to let him go.

His golden eyes, long lashes, silver strands, firm chin, and pointed ears were plastered everywhere.

His smile in the garden as she sniffed a bouquet of flowers, the glitter in his eyes when she drew her lips away from his cheek.

He was painted all across her mind.

There was a promise, a kiss on the lips and her fingers tracing his marks.

If only the memories were more informative.

The drink she was drinking to avoid conception of a hanyou.

Something was missing.

Words spoken in an ancient language as his teeth sank into her skin.

A massive part that was important.

"Forev... urs, as …ou … orever mi..." his lips were so graceful looking.

What had been said?

His striped hand reaching for her as she fell backwards into that damned well reaching back to him.

Her solid memories so far were all of him. Even so, she wouldn't be calling him master or lord any time soon. That was just silly.

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There was a distant look in her eyes after she asked him not to go. He wondered what she was thinking of. 'Is it me? Our past?' he questioned himself silently. It didn't matter, how could he deny her? His beloved, his mate, he couldn't. Those approaching would just have to come back another time. He didn't feel like dealing with that pathetic wind hanyou at the moment anyway.

His Rin was more important to him now than ever. Waiting for so long had only deepened his want for her. Her presence soothed his aura instantly, he could hardly get enough of her.

With a soft sigh and a minor thud against the mattress Sesshoumaru was once again under the blankets and being snuggled against. Her delicate arms wrapped tightly around his waist and showed no promise of letting go anytime soon. Of that he was glad.

Deeply inhaling her scent, he closed his eyes and gave himself over to her fully. With her arms now draped a little more loosely over his waist she nuzzled closer to his neck. With that his eyes drifted closed in comfort. Moments later a soft rumble was emanating from his chest.

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'There is no way he'll get away with this! That brute humiliated me completely. They both did!' thought one very annoyed hanyou as he ran a little faster. He was almost to the manor located in the center of this 500 acre expanse of lush green land. Never had he expected the Lord of the West to be so isolated, especially with his status. This wasn't going to stop him though. He was still going to get even with that prick, even if it was the last thing he was able to do.

As he approached a second set of very intimidating fences, Miru began to reconsider his choices. As he thumbed the mirror in his pocket he knew it was too late to turn back now. He had made a deal with his uncle, who may as well have been the devil, and there was no way to remedy that decision.

Nagi, his uncle, was just as bad as the feared Naraku, if not worse for personality. It was only natural though, being that he was in fact spawned from Naraku just as Kanna and Kagura were. Nagi had become head of the family over five-hundred years before now and his instability was well known. The moods of the man swung from extremely generous to devastatingly murderous in a mere moment.

Miru thumbed the mirror once more. His task was simple and all he needed was that silly girl. The wind picked up around him as he felt a familiar aura permeate the air. Fast legs slowed down to a near effortless walk and then stopped altogether.

Without even turning around Miru issued a greeting, "Why hello mother, and whatever are you doing here?" Kagura landed next to her son with a scowl that seemed to be permanently etched into her expression. "I have decided to help you, rather than watch my only whelp kill himself off with stupidity." Miru's shoulders tensed in response to her words.

"Anyhow, it's been quite some time since I've seen the Lord of the West. This could be," Kagura paused as she thought of her last encounter with the taiyoukai. The usually expressionless mask of a face that held golden eyes tinged with violent red as he had pushed her away was still fresh in her memory. "Interesting," she finished as she began walking towards the manor not to far from where they stood.

Kagura continued to sift through her thoughts on the short journey to Sesshoumaru's home. It had been his rejection that had practically forced her to mate with that houshi. He hadn't been her first option, or even her third, but when her flesh began to decay he was the only one around. Naraku's hold on her would have swept her away to the bowels of hell if she hadn't been mated by the next new moon. She had captured Miroku and forced him to mate her to insure that she would survive. Unfortunately for her, his love for that little demon slayer had been enormous. Even after Kagura entrapped him he still went to her repeatedly and apologized continuously every time he encountered the little tramp. He bared the pain searing through his body every time he kissed those human lips of hers, his mating mark burning fiercely with every gentle touch and caress. Somehow, even through the agony, he managed to father children with her.

Kagura remembered being furious and attacking him. He threatened to remove the mating mark if she did not let his children be. Her previous retaliations had been to threaten his life and that of his precious Sango. Eventually that no longer had any effect, Sango was growing old and he knew he would lose her to age soon anyway. There was nothing she could do but let them breathe and leave them alone. As the generations passed she watched in anger as Miroku continued to care for his children's children, never giving her the attention she desired or rightfully deserved. He would be dead now if it had not been for the mating, and he repaid her with nothing but disdain. Though, she would be dead as well, not that it was all that important of an aspect.

Finally after centuries of trying, Kagura had caught the houshi off guard. Pinning him down she slid his erection deep inside of her, his resistance simply fueled her lust. She rode him until his seed spilt. She knew it only felt as good as it did because of the mating mark, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. She also knew that he had only stayed hard because of that same mark once she was on him. The fact didn't matter to her, though. Kagura had gotten what she wanted. Once Miru was born she practically discarded the houshi, leaving him to his own devices. She hadn't seen him since, the mating mark being the only indication that blood still coursed through his veins.

This meeting with Sesshoumaru was indeed going to be interesting. It was possible for him to replace her current mark; she desperately hoped that he would. It seemed likely since he had been mate-less for over 500 years. A smirk graced her pouted lips at the thought of how and why he lost his first mate.

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I was going to make this chapter longer and give some extra detail… I'm saving it for the next chapter, which I'm in the middle of. Sorry if you're disappointed .