Her power slowly started to seep out; she didn't have a weapon, but oh well. Her power swirled, and she pushed the sword away. He narrowed his eyes and charged her. She ducked and rolled and stood back up, but he was quicker; she knew at any moment he could catch her.

"Silly Miko, you have no weapon."

"I don't need a bow to fry your ass."

A rip could be heard, and Kagome looked down to see her dress had been torn up to her thigh. "I never knew you were a pervert; what happened to not liking humans?"

"You are beneath me, woman."

"You wish, as I said before, I won't give you the pleasure!"

"You're a miko; you know nothing of pleasure."

She yelled and stuck her hands out; her power came flying from her hands at him, he of course blocked it with his sword, but she just kept coming with it. "Untrained, I see."

"I didn't want to be, but I know what I need to!" She was panting, they were going back and forth, she was charging, and he was messing with her, letting her let it out; he wanted to get a feel of her power. But then she came at him, hands out he grabbed her wrist, behind them, a noise, a stick breaking under someone's foot.

Kagome spun and held out her now free hands to release power, but Sesshomaru pulled her back to him. "Halt!"

Her power killed out right then; it was a good thing; Kiobo stood, scared, in front of them. Kagome was leaning against Sesshomaru, panting hard, her leg sticking out of her dress, sweat dripping down her.

"Leave use and do not speak of what you see."

The girl bowed quickly and ran.

Kagome arched her head and looked up at Sesshomaru, still, her back pressed against him.

"You are sweating, Miko,"

"You're not." She groaned,

"It would take much more than that to make me sweat."

She rolled her eyes; she was still panting. But she sucked in air when she felt his lips on her ear. "But you are correct; you did not give me any pleasure,"

Kagome's power sparked, and she pushed away from him; she screamed in frustration and was about to burn him to a crisp when his sword tore through her dress, right above her belly button. She stood frozen, her power drained as did the color on her face; she choked on air, and covered her belly with her hand. "What, what!" She could not speak.

Tears formed in her eyes; damn, that stung.

"A battle scar so that you do not forget me or who I am."

Kagome removed her hand and looked down; right above her belly button was a scar, seeping blood; he had scared her perfect skin; tears fell from her eyes, not so much from pain, but from the scar. "You, you scared me." She said in disbelief.

"Be thankful I let you live, and I have killed many for less,"

She was upset, way over upset. "It hurts," She said, sniffing, trying to wipe away the blood that just kept coming.

"It is supposed to hurt, is it not?"

"I would not know!" She yelled, "I've never had a scar." She sniffed. "Did you have to put it here!" She yelled, "What is my future husband going to think and, and what if I get pregnant, you ass!" She was pissed. "I am an unmarried, clean, unmarked virgin!" Mark like this could keep her from being married as shallow as that was. She hated the whole idea, and love was a horse not everyone got to tame. Life for humans, for women, was hard, and he just made it worse. Value, there was value, a price to everything.

"You're also a Miko," He pointed out,

"But I didn't want anyone to know that I can live a normal life, you know, marry, have kids, be happy!"

"Miko, you are born as you are; your life will never be normal, your power will be needed. Would you not use it to protect your child? You would slip at some point, just as you did today," He snapped; she was delusional.

He walked to her and looked down,

"I didn't slip; I wanted to release."

He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. "Perhaps you should find release another way, woman."

She stayed silent and lost her breath when he went to one knee and tore her dress more around her belly; her eyes fluttered closed as his mouth covered her blood-seeping womb, her head rolled back, and her hands went to his shoulder to keep from falling back, what in seven hells was this man doing?!

"What are you-" She could not speak or hide the blush.

His mouth moved away from her skin, and her mouth went dry. He slowly stood now that he had stopped her bleeding and sealed the cut. "We will tell no one of this, but you will meet me here at night; this is my condition."

"Why," She asked, now looking at him, sweating, blushing, tired.

"Knowledge is power, Miko; we have only five nights; do not be late."

He left, and she was left with mixed feelings; Part of her wanted to run, Part of her just wanted to tell his father everything and part of her wanted to do as she was told. Why not? It was only five more nights, and he would not be the only one to gain knowledge that worked both ways. It was better than being in the castle, sitting around waiting, and going on courting dates.

Besides the scar, fighting him was fun; nothing like letting out your frustration on the person you dislike the most and them letting you.

Kagome winced again; the scar was close, but it still hurt, and she hated that she would forever be scared by him, so she told herself she would return the favor, and she only had 5 more days to do it.