Dedicated to gomemaru! 3

It had only been a few moments after the introduction that kagome had passed out. Too much of the chemicals apparently.

The miko awoke to find herself dangling off of a wall by chains. Sturdy shiny chains. She tried calling forth her miko energy to help her out but of course the chains wouldn't allow her. Obviously the shininess was because the chains had been made especially with her purifying powers in mind. Struggling in the chains would only serve to make her loose energy and that energy was something that she would need to escape.

She looked about her surroundings. It was gray and dark. Cobble stone flooring and concrete walls. The windows were up high and barred letting in fresh cold air and allowing a little of light. Although the lighting was getting dark. How long had she been out of it?

Her mouth felt dry and there was the sound of 'drip, drop, drip, drop'. She could already tell that it would drive her insane.

"Sesshomaru!" she suddenly screamed, thinking about her children and the seemingly cold youkai.

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Sesshomaru sat up straighter in his throne. There was that smell again. Blood.

"Jaken!" he thundered, shocking the peasants in front of him, waving around petitions.

"Yes, Milord?" the imp scurried to his foot.

"Get these people out of here. There is blood somewhere around and this Sesshomaru wants the source found now!" he stood abruptly. Already guards where shuffling the ningens out of his throne room. With a swish of royal robes he progressed down the hallways. His first instinct was to check on the children. Quickly he followed their distinctive scents to a smallish classroom. Red flecked the floor from under the door. His heart picked up.

No.

He shoved the door open and spotted two bodies on the ground. He knelt by the females and felt her neck for a pulse. It was faint but it was there. Same with the male. There was no sign of the children. There were no scent trails, nothing to give him an indication of what had happened. He called guards and then rushed to find kagome. He checked her apartments and came across an older scent trail. He followed it to the libraries where the smell of blood was stronger. He barged into the grand library.

The perfume of iron hung heavy in the air and his sensitive nose picked up on it right away.

There laid Ayumu on the ground. The young soldier had pulled himself up against a bookshelf. The lad was struggling to stay awake and pull his sword to himself.

"Ayumu!" Sesshomaru was at his side in an instant.

"Lord Sesshomaru, Cut it off." The young man gasped.

Sesshomaru grasped the sword and did as he was told quickly. With a scream of intense pain, the injured man fell into unconsciousness.

Myoga said that it probably saved the man's life. Even so, Sesshomaru felt remorse for the missing limb…..

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"Why, good morning, sweetheart!" a chuckle reached kagome's ears.

"What do you want?" she asked sharply as she glared at the doorway. The tall man, Bankatsu stood leaning on the door jam.

"Ever to the point, my dear? Very well. My master, Naraku, wants to add your power to his, miko. And you will comply." Bankatsu strode up to her, standing a breath away from her. She, of course, tried to draw away from him.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." He snarled while grabbing her chin roughly and forcing her to look at him. Her brows set into angry lines and she spit at him before thinking.

He smirked before whipping the spit onto a single finger.

The smirk alone made kagome's heart nearly stop.

But she was sure she would die when he crammed the digit down her throat.

"Suck the spit off." He growled into her ear.

Oh for sure she was going to die.

So she screamed.