Temptation's Flower

by Prismatic Hearts

A time rift inside the Goshinboku pulls Kagome into Feudal Japan, and unable to return home, she devotes her time to helping Kaede's Village survive! But when a mysterious tainted jewel appears inside her body, she realizes fate has other plans! Youko Kurama escapes his bounty to take over Feudal Japan! (Ao3, YouTube)

30. The Lecherous Swindler

Author Notice

Warning, this chapter contains Mature content! This chapter is not intended to upset anyone!

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"I would like to become an official priestess."

Nobutsuna's eyes widened at her reply. This young girl, who'd only appeared before him earlier, despite the circumstances surrounding her village, was knelt before him, her heart wanting nothing more but to help those in need, and her eyes filled with a fiery determination. To say he was at a loss for words was an understatement; in fact, the very thought didn't seem like a bad idea, but then again, as stated in the letter, Higurashi's powers only recently surfaced.

"For you to begin your training as an official priestess, you'll first need recognition from the Daimyo himself and permission to undergo this training."

Remembering Sango's words, the other night, Kagome only hoped she could gain recognition from the Daimyo before taking up her training, which she was sure Lady Kaede would be more than willing to help. "Sango informed me, should I wish to take up training, I should first be recognized by you, Milord."

Higurashi did the right thing, by asking his permission first, however, it was also not something he was not used to hearing. "I understand. You are a compassionate woman to want to help your people strive on, despite the misunderstandings in the beginning. However, where you lack, you must surely spend many days training. Although I'm not an expert in such fields, I do know many priestesses spend a number of years in training, and since you've only recently discovered your spiritual powers, it may also be the same. Then again, there are those who excel far more than others."

Years? Kagome felt her shoulders slightly drop at this. How many years, she wondered, would it take for her to finish her training? Kagome was honestly hoping no more than one year, if she was lucky. Since the Goshinboku tree no longer allowed her freedom to transverse through time and return home, she knew she had to make the most out of her stay in this time period. If it meant training to control these foreign powers within her, then so be it, but years? "I see…"

"Do not feel discouraged. I have faith in you, Higurashi. In fact, I would like to see you become a priestess who can help others. Although it seems your High Priestess is quite old, I'm sure she will certainly be capable of teaching you, however…" He paused for a moment. "You'll likely also train under another priestess. There is a large shrine ground here in Edo where many priestesses and those in training reside. Perhaps, Higurashi, you'll consider visiting and seeing it in person?"

Kagome's eyes widened at this. There was a shrine here in Edo where they trained priestesses? She couldn't help but smile at this; that was great! Honestly, she would love to take a look before she and Yuuta left and returned to Kaede's Village. "Is it open to the public?"

He mused, somewhat unsure. Was it open to the public? It'd been some time since he last reviewed any current information of the temple. "I don't see why it would be a problem, especially for those who wish to take up training."

Before the Daimyo could continue, the shoji screen door slid open, and as they turned their attention away from each other, they noticed the tall and robust form of Yuuta step inside, his eyes slightly widened, shifting from the Daimyo to Kagome before approaching and kneeling beside his female companion.

Kagome smiled appreciatively at the maid and kept her hands placed upon her lap, her head slightly bent. As Yuuta greeted the Daimyo, she couldn't help but notice his nervousness, his head lowered to the floor and a slight tremble in his body; perhaps, this was his first-time meeting with him as well? Then again, it made sense; after all, Yuuta lived a great portion of his life away from settlements as a bandit.

Nobutsuna was pleased by the rough man's manners before lifting his hand towards Yuuta. "You may lift your head, young man. Please be comfortable."

Because he wasn't expecting to hear such a gentle voice from the intimidating stature of the Daimyo, Yuuta hesitantly lifted his head, his eyes shifting to look him in the eyes, before relaxing just the same as Kagome beside him. "I thank you, Milord."

He nodded. "So, you are Yuuta? I must thank you for escorting Higurashi here. You've journeyed a far distance and have endured many hardships in your village. I deeply apologize and will do what I can to assist your village's detriments. Higurashi has explained everything that's happened over the course of two months, as well as in regards to the tax issue. It will take time to bring those forced into slavery back," He explained reassuringly, much to Yuuta's relief.

Hearing this, Yuuta exchanged a glance with Kagome, and she smiled back, flashing him a victory sign with her index and middle finger, though he couldn't seem to understand its meaning. Perhaps, it meant good luck for them, and he smiled back.

Nobutsuna mused. "Higurashi," He said suddenly, immediately earning hers and Yuuta's attention. "Since you wish to take up training, for the sake of your village as well as to control your awakening spiritual powers, it would benefit you greatly to visit the temple in Edo," He explained before reaching into his drawer. After retrieving a flat and smooth wooden slab with Japanese characters carved into its surface, he held it out to Himari, who approached and took it gently into her hands before handing it to Kagome.

"What's this?" Kagome couldn't help but ask.

"This will allow you free passage anywhere within Edo, such as the temple," He explained, smiling as an elated grin swept Kagome's countenance, as well as Yuuta's widening stare.

"Thank you so much, Milord!" Kagome replied, bowing once more before him.

He nodded, his own smile stretching across his face. "Since you've both journeyed so far already, I'm sure you must be tired and famished. You are more than welcome to use this pass to stay the night, or even three nights at our luxury Inn here in Edo."

Yuuta and Kagome's heads turned at this. They could even stay a matter of days at a luxurious Inn? Seriously? It was great, and yet, it seemed too good to be real. He really was a kind Daimyo, but then again, it was likely he felt sorry for their village and wanted to find some way to make their stay more comfortable.

Kagome smiled appreciatively. "Thank you, Milord."

Yet, before the Daimyo could reply back, the shoji screen door slid open almost violently, the noise startling all occupants within the room when one of the royal advisors quickly stepped inside. In fact, it wasn't just any advisor, it was the Financial Advisor, Takeo. His steps were quick and loud, his eyes wide and somewhat frantic as he approached the Daimyo.

"Milord, I must report something urgent! A roguish man has snuck into the manor! I apologize, but you should not leave this room until we've thoroughly searc—" His loud and obnoxious voice suddenly paused, his eyes suddenly noticing the Daimyo's visitors, and a familiar raven-haired crazed woman with a fiery temperament glowering at him from beside the rogue looking man which whom he'd been searching. He stepped back, alarmed at the sight and was especially concerned about the safety of the Daimyo. "Guards!" His cracked voice hollered within the room, so loud, that Yuuta cursed irritably and Kagome regained her standing, her eyes flashing at Takeo angrily.

As the Daimyo stood up from the comforts of his pillowed seating, numerous footsteps resounded in the halls, and before anyone knew what to expect, several guards stood behind Takeo and his pointed finger, their spears drawn.

"Arrest these criminals!" He scowled, his finger shaking.

But before the guards moved to arrest his visitors, The Daimyo raised a hand and stood between him and his visitors. "That will not be necessary. I believe you must be mistaken, Lord Takeo. I see no criminals here, but visitors who have come to beseech my help in regards to their suffering village." Nobutsuna retorted, his head firmly held high and his demeanor stiff with annoyance.

The look caused Takeo to shrivel back, his face paling when he realized his mistake. "Milord, only but an hour ago did these troublemakers try to force their way into the manor!" He exclaimed, causing the Daimyo to arch a curious brow, before side glancing Kagome, briefly recalling her small adventure climbing the manor walls. "That woman there," He pointed at Kagome. "Verbally assaulted me near the entrance. She is not right in the head, Milord!"

Kagome side glanced Yuuta, still somewhat annoyed he lied about her being ill in the head because she apparently was flung from their horse weeks ago, a simple lie which saved her from imprisonment earlier, still, she couldn't help but feel irritated when Takeo outright called her crazy. She wanted so badly to tell Takeo to fuck himself, as well as give him the middle finger, but she held back, not wanting to seem disrespectful in front of the Daimyo. Still, she couldn't quell her hatred of that man, and decided upon glowering at him alongside Yuuta.

"Not right in the head? You must be mistaken. She seems quite intelligent, Lord Takeo, and has treated me with only the utmost respect, something you have failed to do even now," Nobutsuna retorted calmly, his eyes accusing Takeo for his disrespectfulness, especially in regards to barging in the room. "I'm in the middle of an important meeting, so I advise you to leave."

Paling at his words, Takeo quickly lowered himself to his knees and bowed his head, fearing the wrath of the Daimyo. "F-forgive the intrusion. I was merely looking out for your safety. I was not informed you would be meeting with them…"

"And since when have I ever needed to inform the Financial Advisors of my meetings with the villagers?" Nobutsuna inquired.

Takeo stiffened again. "I-it will not happen again, Milord!" He replied before quickly regaining his standing, but before he could usher the guards out and retreat, the Daimyo's voice caused him to pause mid-step near the shoji screen door.

"Since you are here, why don't you explain something for me."

Takeo turned ever so slowly, bemused by his Lord's words, his eyes once again flashing towards Kagome and Yuuta concernedly. "Yes?"

Nobutsuna took an intimidating step towards the Financial Advisor, his eyes narrowing distrustfully. "It's come to my attention that several villages within the Province have been cheated out of their tax, and Higurashi and Yuuta's village is no exception. What was it again … oh yes, eighty mon per year?" He inquired.

Takeo visibly paled, his hands and legs trembling in realization. His eyes flashed at the crazed woman and her companion, realizing they must have come from one of the poor villages to accuse him of his wrongdoings. Now that the Daimyo knew, he was uncertain of how to proceed. However, it was their word against his. "That's … ridiculous, Milord! You know better than I that the tax rate is only forty mon," He exclaimed, trying to calm his nerves. How could the Daimyo believe such commoners than his trusted advisors? "I-if you check the reports, you'll see there are no errors whatsoever, Milord," He replied confidently.

"Is that so?" He questioned back. "Himari," He called suddenly, and the young servant who'd been standing off to the side approached the Daimyo, bowing slightly before him. "Fetch the reports of last years and this year."

"Yes, Milord."

As she disappeared from the room, Nobutsuna's eyes shifted to Takeo once more. "I know how meticulous you are in your duties, Lord Takeo, and despite my busy schedule, I have put my trust in you and the other advisors to look out for the well-being of my people, especially those in farther distances from Edo; that goes for the most provincial villages to the less provincial. Should my people be suffering, I'm to be notified, above all else."

Although he was the Daimyo of the Musashi Province, he did not have the freedom to leave his manor to see with his own eyes how his people were doing, so, he relied on his advisors, trusting them, but now, he realized he was wrong to believe so.

Lord Takeo fell to his knees, his head suddenly lowered. "Milord…" This wasn't looking good. He was already being accused and he had yet to look through the reports. How could the Daimyo accuse him simply by the words of these commoners?

"Higurashi has voiced her concerns for her village, the drought, the attack from bandits, a demon attack and the loss of loved ones," He continued. "There's also the mentioning of the harvest inspection, and despite the village yielding a poor harvest, I was informed by the Head Priestess regarding your behavior, bullying the villagers and forcing them to give up their children to help pay for what they could not afford in return for safety," He accused, his voice rising every second. "Under no circumstances have I ever allowed this."

Takeo was trembling, that much Kagome and Yuuta noticed as they exchanged glances from behind the Daimyo. Just where did Takeo take Kaede's people? They were somewhere within Edo, working as slaves. Maybe, she and Yuuta wouldn't have to wait as long as they hoped since the Daimyo was already on Takeo's case.

The sound of soft footsteps resounded within the room, and it was Himari. As fast as her pale pink Kimono would allow her to freely move from room to room, she returned in half the time expected and with two books in hand, before offering them to the Daimyo.

As he accepted these, he skimmed through the pages, acknowledging the writings and numbers within before turning his irritable glance in Takeo's direction. "Since I'm in the presence of visitors, I will take my time to read through these reports. Not only that, but I'll be sure to have my men thoroughly search your chambers and your belongings. As for those who accompanied you on these inspections, they will also be interrogated. In the meantime, Lord Takeo, you will await further questioning behind bars. Guards."

Within seconds, Lord Takeo was apprehended by two guards, spears pointed towards his back before being roughly pulled from the room. "No, wait! I've done nothing wrong, Milord!" His voice cried as he fought against the guards, his voice muffled as Himari closed the shoji screen door.

Feeling the oncoming's of a headache, Nobutsuna's sighed and turned to his guests, before smiling kindly and apologetically. "I'm sorry about that. Please, make yourselves comfortable," He replied, before passing them and seating himself in his cushioned chair, the reports laid out before him in a stack. "This matter will be dealt with soon. I plan to hold a meeting with my Council about this, and in the meantime, Lord Takeo will spend his time thinking about his mistakes. I can guarantee your village, you will no longer be wronged. You were fortunate to have received recognition from the Demon Slayers and to have delivered a letter from their Chieftain. It's all the proof needed to solve this issue at hand."

Pleased by this, Kagome breathed a sigh of relief. "If he is found guilty, what will happen?" Kagome asked, her hands wringing nervously in her lap. She heard Yuuta make a noise in his throat, and turning her head slightly to look at him, she noticed his stare at her, his head turning from side to side. When she realized her words probably sounded disrespectful, she quickly lowered her head. "Forgive me, Milord."

Nobutsuna merely shook his head, a faint smile placed upon his lips. "It's alright. I cannot be sure what his fate will be, I will leave the decision to the Council."

"I see."

Despite feeling slightly displeased Takeo visibly lied to him, he took a deep breath and exhaled, his eyes shifting towards the wooden slab in Kagome's grasp. "Now then … as we were discussing previously, you may use this to go anywhere in Edo during your stay. I'll have my servant's escort you and your companion to our Inn here in Edo, especially considering it's somewhat far from my manor," He explained. "From there, you may enjoy your stay in Edo. If you should wish to visit the temple, my servants will be more than happy to escort you there, Higurashi."

Again, she bowed her head. "Thank you so much, Milord."

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The sweet smell of burning incense filled the room, its scent eliciting a pleasant moan from one of the many servant women within, bantering amongst themselves in a well-furnished and extravagant room playing cards; they were slightly undressed, their dark hair partly unkempt, lying over their shoulders messily, their unblemished or freckled skin exposed.

The sounds of sheets rustling against skin resounded quietly within the dim candle lit room, the silhouette of two bodies, male and female, molded against the other behind a thin and sheer white curtain surrounding a large silken futon. Sweat glistened from their skin, the rhythmic sounds of thrusting true and easily heard, accompanied by throaty moans.

Indigo eyes took in the beauty beneath him, his hands wandering her small bouncing breasts, squeezing and massaging while his fingers pinched and teased her pert pink buds. His hips moved fast, his erect and large member squeezing and thrusting into her hot and dripping core, the very motion building up his release.

"More … master…" She breathed, her body moving beneath her with each thrust, hands on either side of her head as she moaned.

He paused slightly in his love making, breathing somewhat exhaustedly, his eyes glazed in the moment. Another powerful thrust almost threw him over the edge, and he steadied himself, his member throbbing and his precum likely brimming his head. So close, he could feel it, and without even thinking, he allowed himself a few more hard and fast thrusts before quickly pulling out, his semen immediately seeping out and into his moving hands, his head held back in his orgasm.

Despite feeling slightly displeased he didn't fill her, she sat up and crawled towards him, her head bent as she took his entire member into her mouth, her tongue lapping hungrily at their combined juices.

He fell back onto his elbows, a content grin spread across his face as he allowed the servant woman to delight herself in his cum. Lazily, he slid his fingers through her messy hair, his eyes watching the motion of her breasts jiggle.

Yet, before he could stand up and dress himself, she surprised him by immediately climbing into his lap, arms wrapped around his shoulders before she slid his swelled member into her dripping and hot folds, the very motion urging a moan from his throat. The woman bounced upon him, riding his member until she fell into a rhythmic dance, her pants short and her eyes focused intently on him.

Beneath her, she felt his hips buck against her, his swelled and girthy member throbbing inside her tight walls.

"Master … I'm … going to," The servant's body trembled, her thighs squeezing around him as her hips grinded faster and faster, bucking as she felt her release. A throaty groan escaped her as she fell into his chest, her breathing fast and her heart drumming loudly in her chest. For a few moments, she leaned against him, her arms entwined around him as she smiled softly. "Mm that felt so good…"

He couldn't help but chuckle, his hand cupping her firm and small ass. "I'm pleased you've enjoyed yourself. I couldn't ask for more."

"But … I want more…" She murmured, her dark eyes meeting his. "How about later this evening?"

Yet, before he could reply back to her sensual remark, the sheer curtain encompassing them flew open, and they were both greeted with the faces of the other women in the room, two of which approached the futon closer.

"Hey, we've been waiting over twenty minutes," One replied, her face flushed as she eyed his body, the juices coated between their legs, and his member still sheathed within the naked girl.

"Yeah. We were each supposed to get a turn!"

He sweat dropped, his hand still resting on the young woman's ass. "Now, now ladies, there's plenty of me to go around."

The youngest of the five maidens quickly crawled over the futon, her hand interlaced with the young man. "Master Miroku, do me next. Okay?"

"What about me?" Another girl asked. "Toki is the only one among us who got her release!"

Again, Miroku sweat dropped, and pulling away from the warm body of his partner, he stood up and reached for his white kosode, draping it over his body before tying it securely at his waist. As he slipped on his sandals, he cracked his neck and back, a satisfied groan escaping him.

Miroku Miyatsu was referred to as the lover of all women across Japan, and was noted for his charming looks and physique, who had an undeniably and remarkable charm for attracting women of all ages, no matter their status. He made his earnings simply by means of his practice, a practice which he regarded through the use of cleansing and spiritual elimination under the disguise of a traveling and honorable monk. Yet, under such a guise, he was nothing more than a swindler of sorts, easily fooling the eyes of many in need, and, in the end, rewarded his earnings through deep pockets.

The Inn was his home, temporary for a time, and yet, as he felt around his purple robes, lying upon one of the cushioned chairs near the futon, he realized his change sack was short. How unfortunate, but it only meant he'd have to fill his pockets again, which wasn't that difficult.

"Lord Miroku?"

"Master?"

"Oh, handsome monk?"

Yes, he liked the sound of that. Handsome, master and lord, but in no way, was he truly a monk of great virtue. And yet, the women seemed drawn to this lie he conjured years prior, perhaps, the very thought sensual and forbidden.

"Are you leaving us so soon?" One asked, her expression forlorn and slightly displeased.

"I'll return shortly. I just need to take a breather and freshen up," He replied, straightening his lose raven tresses into a low ponytail once more and approaching the shoji screen door.

One of them jumped at this, her eyes alit excitedly. "Oh, are you going to freshen up in the bath?" She asked, and at his nod, she moved closer, her arms wrapped around his waist. "Would you like us to join you? We could scrub your back and your chest and your…" She trailed off, biting her lips as her eyes slid downward.

He gently pushed her away, and shook his head, the very action causing her to frown with disappointment. "That won't be necessary. I won't be long. Why don't you keep the bed warm while I'm gone?" He teased, smirking as they giggled excitedly.

"Don't be too long, Lord Miroku."

"We'll be right here until you get back!"

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The view of Edo, in a sense, was breathtaking; the people were dressed in beautiful silken kimonos and accessories, the houses were luxurious, and the streets were filled with many entertainers and dancers, street vendors of sorts, and Kagome's stomach practically growled when she smelled the tantalizing scents in the area.

Yet, as hungry as she was, she felt queasy, the jostling of the sedan chair doing little to quell her sudden motion sickness. Was it a sedan chair? Kagome wasn't entirely sure, her eyes noticing the thin pieces of wood assembled into a large rectangular box which she sat within, interlaced with white fabric with the emblem of the Takeda Clan embroidered on the back. A velvety soft cushion was placed beneath her, easing her discomfort with each step the two servants made through the streets. At least with this mode of transportation, it saved her and Yuuta the hassle of walking.

Kagome and Yuuta were in two separate palanquins, and although she couldn't see him, since he was behind her, she couldn't help but giggle to herself. In a way, this seemed entirely ridiculous, sitting on richly ornate cushions and being carried around the town by servants; it just seemed so strange and hilarious. She was sure if her family was here, they would have a field day.

Yet, the only thing that worried her, being carried through the streets in a fancy palanquin, despite receiving questionable stares from onlookers, was the possibility of falling completely out of it. Yes, she was completely supported by a slightly thick slab of wood beneath her, covered with intricate cloth, but should one or both of these servants miss a step while carrying her, she was sure she'd fall out, palanquin and all. Somehow, she was sure these accidents happened from time to time, and without anything to hold on for leverage, it was just an accident ready to happen.

Unexpectedly, the palanquin's incessant jostling stopped, and pulling away from her thoughts, Kagome leaned forward slightly and peered out, her blue eyes mesmerized by the sheer height of the ornate Inn before her and Yuuta. The building's architect was indeed mesmerizing, with several blue arched tiled roofs, its entrance tall and wide with a large emblem of the Takeda Clan embroidered into the shoji screen door, and an abundance of red and yellow paper lanterns decorating its external walls. Kagome never expected the famous Inn of Edo was so large and beautiful, and she couldn't help but wonder if its interior was just as breathtaking.

"Allow me to take your horse to the stables behind the Inn," One of the Daimyo's servants replied, grasping the offered reigns of the horse before disappearing into the back of the building.

"Are you sure it's alright for us to be here, Yuuta?" Kagome asked, standing just outside the main entrance.

Yuuta merely nodded. "I didn't expect the Daimyo's leniency to go so far. As long as you have the pass he gave you, we'll be fine," He reassured.

As the two climbed the wooden stairs towards the entrance, they stepped through the open door and found themselves overwhelmed by the interior. The wooden floors were pristine and polished, vibrant painted tapestries decorated the walls, shrubberies almost at every corner, and in all honesty, it reminded Kagome of an actual Inn in the modern era, only without a service desk and technology.

Upon entering, they were immediately approached by a tall figure of a man, his mustache long and upturned on the sides, his eyes small and narrowed, and he was dressed from head to toe in only the finest of silks. "And what may I ask are you doing here? Shoo now, you're dirtying our floors with that wretched stench," He exclaimed, covering his nose with his sleeve and waving his free hand at them.

Kagome blinked. "Excuse me? What a way to treat your customers!" She chastised, hands on her hips and her expression haughty.

"Customer? You?" He inquired, eyeing her and her companion from head to toe, an expression of disgust crossing his countenance. "You do realize you've entered into only the finest Inn of Edo. Only those with money can pay. You, my poor child, are dressed in nothing but rags. We do not offer charity. If you're looking for a night's stay, ask the stable hand, I'm sure he can allow you room in the stables."

Despite being completely humiliated by this host or manager of sorts, and receiving strange stares from paying customers within, dressed in only the finest of clothes, their hair and makeup done beautifully, Kagome couldn't help the flush which appeared upon her cheeks. "I'll have you know that—" Kagome was about to retort back, but before she could give this man a piece of her mind, Yuuta suddenly extended his hand in front of her, blocking her approach.

Reaching for the wooden slab in her grasp, he held it out in front of the man, his brow twitching slightly. "This should suffice, will it not?"

He peered at it faintly, eyeing the curvature of the Japanese characters closely before suddenly paling, his hands suddenly grasped around it. "This is…" It couldn't be possible. How did these commoners get their hands on this? "These are only bestowed upon those of higher ranks and only the favored of the Daimyo!"

Yuuta caught his curious stare, and as the manager's eyes swept his and Kagome's form quite thoroughly, he hesitantly offered a bow to both of them. Judging by the scars upon this tall robust man, he could only assume he was a warrior of high rank, and yet, as his eyes fell upon the woman, many thoughts entered his head. Who was she of such importance?

"She is my wife," Yuuta explained, as if to answer his thoughts.

He quickly nodded though he couldn't be sure if the young man was being entirely honest. Although they seemed quite filthy and dressed as commoners, he couldn't help but wonder if there was some hidden message behind the Daimyo's seal. "Oh, I see…"

Yuuta noticed his hesitance, his quirked brow and distrusting stare. "If there is a problem, you can verify our honesty with the servants just outside," He explained, arms crossed.

Again, he staggered back, and quickly crossed the room and peered outside. True to his words, there were indeed servants outside, four of them and there were also two beautifully decorated palanquins. His jaw completely fell and he turned to his guests, bowing suddenly in mere surprise, his heart drumming loudly. Guests of the Daimyo were staying the night! "Forgive me for my insolence! I was not made aware of your arrival so soon! Please, allow me to have one of our servants guide you to your room!"

"Much appreciated," Yuuta replied, grasping the pass from his open hand.

"Yui!" The manager suddenly called, smiling as he rubbed the palms of his hands in front of him nervously. "Rest assured, we have a wonderful room available for both of you. May I have your names?"

Yuuta narrowed his eyes suddenly, the likes of which startled the host, who immediately flinched and bowed repetitively. Yet, he said not another word to both Kagome and Yuuta, and before long, a young servant woman, dressed in a pale blue kimono, with long brown hair, bangs framing her face and light brown eyes greeted them.

"Hello honored guests!" She greeted kindly.

"Yui, give them only the best room available," He replied earnestly, bowing once more to Kagome and Yuuta. "They are special guests of the Daimyo," He leaned into her suddenly, whispering the titles 'lord' and 'lady' to the young woman, whose eyes widened a fraction of their size. "See to it they receive only the best. They are not to be disturbed under any circumstances."

Yui nodded, smiling once more to their customers. "Of course. Please follow me and I'll show you to your room."

As they made their way further inside the luxurious Inn, they found themselves in awe at the interior, the finely built and painted archways within, a beautiful dining area with several decorated oval shaped tables and cushioned stools, banners and tapestries decorating the walls, and several servants cleaning and serving mouthwatering food to their guests. From their perspective, it seemed only women worked here, and though they were dressed in less expensive kimono's their quality was much better compared to Kagome's pale blue kimono. The servants wore two layered kimonos, some in pale blues, pinks, greens, oranges and yellows, and like the majority, wore their hair neatly combed back in a low ponytail with light makeup applied to their small faces.

They eventually arrived to a large wooden staircase, their eyes looking up at the three-story structure in awe. There were balconies above them with wooden railings, and as they followed after Yui, they eventually found themselves at the top floor, their straw sandaled feet carrying across an intricate and colorful rug past a series of many corridors.

It wasn't long after that Yui came to a complete stop, pausing before a particular shoji screen door with cherry blossoms painted upon its exterior in colors of pinks and whites. "Here we are, our luxury suite," She exclaimed, opening the door for them. "We hope this room is to your liking."

Kagome stepped in, her cerulean gaze taking in the grandeur of the room from the ornate windows, to the tapestries, black and white vases filled with a collection of beautiful and colorful orchids nestled in the far corners of the room. The wooden floors were especially cleaned, smooth and somewhat glossy as her bare feet pressed upon it, and her eyes noticed a beautiful mahogany table and lavender colored cushions placed entirely around. There was also a built-in hearth just at the far side of the room, well-lit and warming the room nicely, with a small collection of split firewood beside it, and a large wooden basin, which she didn't know the use of sitting off to the side.

As she crossed the room, inspecting everything in full detail, the strange basin as well, she was surprised when the young servant approached her, touching the basin gently.

"This is where you are free to bathe in the comforts of the suite, should you desire," She explained kindly.

Kagome's eyes widened. So, it was a makeshift bathtub? A wide grin spread upon her lips, her eyes marveling as she touched the inside. It was smooth to the top, and the likely hood of getting a splinter seemed impossible. Pulling away from the basin, she turned to Yuuta. "Look Yuuta. It's like a modern tub!"

Modern tub? He didn't understand the meaning of either, but simply nodded, dropping their belongings onto the floor before seating himself down at the table, cracking his aching back and arms.

"Is the room to your liking?" Yui asked, somewhat relieved the young woman was smiling from ear to ear. The last thing she wanted was to be told it wasn't what they expected or demanded to see her manager.

"It's beautiful, thank you, Yui!" Kagome replied, bowing to the young girl.

Yui flushed at this, not used to someone of high ranking bowing to her, and she quickly bowed back. "Oh no, thank you Milady! I'm glad this room pleases you," She exclaimed before suddenly moving past the basin and towards another screen door, sliding it open to reveal a built-in closet. "You can find your futon within as well as some clean clothes," She explained, smiling brightly.

"You wouldn't happen to have a hot spring here, would you? I've heard this Inn was well known for their springs," Yuuta suddenly asked, remembering earlier conversations he heard before entering into the Inn with Kagome.

Yui nodded. "Of course! Our springs are located on the first floor at the very back of the Inn! It's completely free of charge, and should you desire, you may also request any kind of service, whether it be a thorough cleansing, or any delicacies such as sweets or refreshments!"

Kagome's eyes sparkled. They even had a hot spring? How lucky could they get? "That's amazing. I would love to take a nice soak there. How about it, Yuuta?"

He mused for a moment. It didn't sound like a bad idea, and considering their appearance, it would be for the best. "I see no reason why not. You can go on ahead first."

Yui suddenly clapped her hands, her smile wider than before. "Wonderful! Please follow me!"

---

A contented sigh escaped him, a low whistle forming upon his lips as he glimpsed one of the servants bending over before him, trying to pick up the tray she dropped moments ago, broken pieces of fine bowls and cups shattered upon the wooden floor at her feet. He'd only gotten as far as the second floor before hearing the noise, and of course, found himself admiring the curvature of the woman's back, her thin waist and her round and likely succulent buttock.

"Oh dear," She pouted as she carefully reached for the shards, placing them onto her tray one by one. "Now I've done it…" She sighed before gasping suddenly, a trail of blood seeping from her finger.

Hearing the noise, Miroku pulled his eyes from her delightful features and quickly approached, bending down before grabbing her by her arms and pulling her up gently to her feet. "Are you alright?" He inquired, his eyes noticing her sudden flushed expression.

"Oh, Lord Miroku. I'm fine, I merely pricked my finger," She replied, suddenly smiling in embarrassment. "Clumsy me dropped the tray again."

He noticed her finger, and taking her hand into his, he examined the wound, pushing away a small shard from her finger before bringing it into his lips, enclosing his mouth around her injury to cleanse it.

She gasped at this, her face reddening suddenly at the feel of his tongue gliding over her finger. "Oh, but you mustn't…"

Pulling his mouth away, he removed from the sleeve of his white kosode a white handkerchief before tying it gently around her finger, despite her feeble protest. "I can't very well leave you bleeding here," He replied softly before tying the Band-Aid of sorts in a knot and placing his hand atop hers. "There. You have such beautiful hands, it would be a shame if you were to injure them," He expressed, smiling kindly.

Her blush darkened and she nodded. "My thanks, Milord…"

He bent down suddenly and with the rag she dropped previously, wiped the remainder of the broken shards onto the tray before picking it up just as quickly and handing it to her. "Here you are, but please be careful next time."

"I will. Thank you, Lord Miroku. I'm sorry for the trouble," She replied, taking the tray before bowing, the very action causing her green kimono to move and reveal a small portion of her cleavage.

His eyes noticed this, but as she regained her posture, he locked his gaze with hers, smiling once more before allowing her to walk ahead of him. As she did, his eyes fell to her swaying hips and rounded ass, and yet, as he followed somewhat close behind, he couldn't help but raise his hand, the inclination to touch and squeeze her backside prompting him forward.

Despite finishing a mere ten minutes ago with his slew of girls, his regulars which he handpicked from the servants some time back, he felt a tightness in his loins, the familiar feeling of his hardening member throbbing against his fundoshi beneath his kosode, and he bit his lip with anticipation. The servant woman was timid, that much he understood, her height smaller than his, and although he'd never tasted her and laid claim to her body, he couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to push her up against a table and ride her from behind.

The mere thought excited him, and he wondered if it was possible he'd ever manage to make his way to the hot springs at the very back of the Inn. Yet, he didn't get far with his thoughts or his extended hands before he noticed a commotion near the staircase. Realizing others were present, he regained his natural composure, his eyes glimpsing a group of servant women huddled near the railings, conversing loudly about something of interest.

"It must be true then! To think the Daimyo's special guest is staying here for the night…"

Hearing this curious information, Miroku leaned in behind one of the girls, his breath fanning her exposed neck slightly. "Excuse me ladies,"

The woman gasped, and turned, the other girls smiling from ear to ear at his unexpected arrival. "Oh, Lord Miroku!" She gasped, her eyes taking in his form slightly before smiling. "We were just talking."

He nodded, greeting the other girls as well who seemed just as thrilled to see him as she was. "I don't mean to interrupt, but I couldn't help but hear something about the Daimyo's special guest staying with us?"

One of the girls nodded her head vigorously. "Yes, you heard right, Monk!"

"Turns out, she is staying in the top suite on the third floor in one of the best rooms available!" Another replied, sighing in awe.

How interesting. "Oh really? Do you know anything more about this?"

Another girl nodded. "Well, a few of us overheard our manager talking with the head chefs and according to them, it's the newly selected concubine of the Daimyo!" She explained, both hands clasped together.

A newly selected concubine? For Miroku, he didn't really keep up with anything associated with the Daimyo in all honesty, but from what he knew, there was only one woman in his harem, won which bared a son. "So, he is finally expanding his harem. I see. That's good news," He replied, nodding at his own thoughts. So, this new girl was staying on the same floor as him and in the most luxurious suite? He couldn't help but wonder about her appearance, or if it was possible he could meet with her.

The girls nodded. "If you ask me, it's a bit strange the Daimyo would allow her to stay at the Inn and not at the Harem, especially on her first day!" One replied somewhat snobbishly.

"Well, she did come from a poor background though. You could tell just from her clothes, at least, that's what I heard … Yui is assisting the girl and the guard who came with her. So, maybe the Daimyo allowed her a little freedom to enjoy herself before she is sent back to the harem tomorrow?"

"That does make a little sense. It could be he is getting everything ready for her during her absence. Our Daimyo is truly a kind man," Another replied.

As Miroku absorbed this information, although he was curious of the same, why it was she was staying at the Inn in particular, it was understandable she would have a guard to protect her.

"I heard she isn't from Edo…"

The girls turned at this, noticing the freckled faced maid behind Miroku carrying a tray of broken clay cups and bowls. "What?" They replied in unison.

She stepped closer and nodded slowly. "Well … my cousin works in the palace and said she saw the girl go in and out of the Daimyo's room and she left on one of his palanquins. I didn't get many details of her but that's what I heard."

They nodded at this.

"Oh," She replied, as if suddenly remembering. "There was one more thing!"

Once more, they gave the girl their undivided attention, especially Miroku who couldn't help but lean in close to hear, his interest in the new concubine stirring his curiosity.

"I also heard that she specifically came to the manor herself to meet with the Daimyo but the guards wouldn't let her in since she was a commoner."

Miroku blinked at this, as well as the other girls. "That's odd. Wasn't she specifically chosen to be the second concubine? Why would they refuse her entrance?" He asked, the other girls nodding in agreement.

"Well, apparently it had something to do with her village. I didn't get many details about it, only that her village wasn't doing so well and the Financial Advisor wouldn't let her in to meet with the Daimyo. She must have journeyed all the way here to Edo to speak with him."

"Wait, are you saying this happened before she was chosen as a concubine?"

The girl nodded.

"What else happened? How did she get inside?" Another asked. "You don't think she climbed the walls, do you?"

Hearing this, they couldn't help but laugh. "No way. How could she when the walls are so high? She'd likely hurt herself doing that!"

"How was she chosen?"

"Was it love at first sight?"

The servant woman backed away slightly, leaning in further to Miroku while sweat dropping. "Well, I'm not really sure about that part, but somehow she managed to get inside and meet with the Daimyo," She answered. "And there's a bit more."

"Did he sweep her off her feet and take her to his bed chamber?" One of the girls squealed at the thought.

The other servants couldn't help but sweat drop, but they were also curious as well, even if most of them didn't ask directly.

"Apparently, Lord Takeo cheated her village and took a huge sum of money from her than was required for the yearly taxes. The Daimyo found out about this and imprisoned him for further questioning with the council," She explained.

Everyone's jaw dropped at this, their eyes as wide as saucers. So, if they were getting this information correct, the girl who was staying in their suite right now met with the Daimyo about her concerns for her village, had Takeo imprisoned and ultimately won the heart of the Daimyo. Somehow, it was all piecing together, but not in a way they expected.

"It makes sense now."

"So that's what happened…"

Miroku mused. So that's what happened? Somehow, he couldn't help but wonder how it was her word against the Financial Advisor. Either she had assistance in the matter to prove Takeo was guilty or she used a different means. All this talk about this mysterious woman, without even seeing a single glimpse of her, was somewhat unnerving. He had to see her and meet with her. After all, there weren't many women in Edo he hadn't already met.

Before he could ask about the woman's appearance, there was another stir among the women surrounding him near the balcony of the staircase. One of the girl's stood straight up, bending over the railing suddenly, her finger suddenly pointed downstairs. "Oh, speak of the devil, there she is!"

"Where?"

"I want to see!"

Before Miroku even had a chance to look for himself, the servant girls all leaned over, looking towards their friends' outstretched finger, and as he came up closer behind them, his body pressed against their backsides, his eyes followed the sight of the servant woman Yui leading a young commoner towards the back end of the Inn before pausing briefly on their trek to converse.

A chorus of displeased sighs escaped the girls, that much, Miroku noted. Here they were expecting a beautiful woman dressed in only the finest of kimonos, but they were sadly mistaken, and were instead greeted with the appearance of rags and a girl covered with dirt, her hair messily pulled back.

"That's her?" Someone asked.

"She … looks dirty…"

"And plain," Another answered.

"Well what did you expect? She is a commoner after all."

"Pretty ordinary if you ask me. I wonder why the Daimyo fell for her…"

Miroku couldn't help but whistle low, his eyes still examining the young woman just several feet below the balcony. His indigo eyes took in her womanly form, the curve of her body beneath her rags, and her porcelain skin. Such fair skin was not common in mere commoners, that much he knew and he wondered if it was possible she lost her noble status recently.

Realizing Miroku must have been displeased by the girl's appearance, one of the girls turned to him apologetically, followed after by the others. "Are you disappointed too, Lord Miroku?"

"Of course, he is. We also had our hopes up, but it seems the girl is no different than the rest of us…"

"Hey, that wasn't very nice…"

"Well I'm not a nice person. I'm just saying it like it is."

"I think we're judging her too soon. If she caught the Daimyo's eye, then there must be something we aren't seeing…"

Miroku merely shook his head, pressing himself against the railing of the balcony before resting his elbows upon it, his eyes taking in the young woman still. "You may see rags and filth, but I see beyond that," He replied, earning curious interest from the girls who followed his line of sight. "Look at her again and more closely," He instructed.

They did as they were commanded, and they took in the girl's features more closely than before. The woman seemed about five foot and three inches, with long black messy hair, yet, as much as they tried, they couldn't see what Miroku was seeing.

Miroku continued. "Take notice of the way she carries herself. The woman's back is straight and not hunched over," He began, suddenly noticing the women's nods as they also took notice. "Despite her kimono's unsightly appearance, her figure is also desirable. A small waist, ample breasts and voluptuous hips," He started, portraying his hands in the form of an hourglass shape.

One of the girls looked down in awe. "You're right. We normally see those of poor status hunched over and walking strangely, but she walks with purpose and grace, and her back is also straight."

Another nodded. "And her figure is quite nice. She's not too skinny and she's not too fat either…"

Miroku continued, pointing towards her messy hair pulled back in bun and out of her face. "Despite her hair being up and matted against her scalp, you can tell her hair is quite thick and long. Once it's been thoroughly cleansed, I'm sure one's hand would slide through like fine silk," He explained. "And lastly, take a look at her face, if you will," He replied, smirking as the women leaned even further over the balcony to get a better look. "Her milky white skin, as fine as rich porcelain. You can tell she's never worked a day in the exposure of the sun. I believe she must live a lavish lifestyle but only dresses as a commoner."

Again, they did just that. It was difficult for them to get a good angle of her face, but when they saw the woman turn slightly as Yui was showing her around on the first floor, they noticed immediately. Beneath the dirt and sweat, was a small face, her skin as white as alabaster snow, long lashes, big blue eyes, a small nose and red lips. The woman was the epiphany of beauty and desire, and they soon found themselves fawning over her.

"She's beautiful…"

"I only saw filth before, but I see now what Lord Miroku means…"

"You know, if she washed up, she would look like a completely different person!"

At this, they all imagined the woman dressed in many layers of beautifully colored silk kimonos, her hair donned in richly scented oils, spanning well past her waist with exquisite makeup applied to her face lightly, and a touch of color to her lips. Painted accessories could possibly adorn her hair, and the overall picture they conjured reminded them of a princess. If done properly, she would definitely be the most beautiful woman in all of Japan.

"My thoughts exactly!"

"Hey, do you think she'd going to the Hot Spring?"

"Maybe if she favors us she can take us back to the palace and we can be her personal servants!"

They practically squealed at the idea.

"I could ask to wash her hair!"

"Maybe she'll let me wash her back?"

"I want to wash her feet!"

Yet, as they conversed and gossiped about the beautiful woman staying within the suite, hoping to get a chance to meet with her personally, they didn't expect a shadow to loom behind them, the person's aura menacing as it suddenly sent chills through the servant girls.

"What are you doing loitering in the halls? Get back to work!" The manager's voice suddenly resounded, causing the girls beside Miroku to jump in fright and quickly disperse from the second floor. Slightly irritated his servants were being lazy, he flashed an apologetic smile to Miroku, one of his usual at the Inn. "My apologies, Lord Miroku. They have much to learn, I'm afraid. I hope your afternoon has been well."

He nodded. "Do not worry, they were just informing me of some interesting gossip. It's my fault."

The manager quickly bowed to him. "Should you need anything, I'll have one of my girls serve you."

"No need, but I do appreciate it," Miroku replied before turning suddenly to look over the balcony, his eyes following the retreating steps of the curious woman as she and Yui disappeared towards the back of the building. He turned back to the manager, smiling briefly. "Well then, if you'll excuse me."

---

After leaving Yuuta behind in the suite, Kagome followed Yui all the way to the first floor, carrying with her a small wooden container of sweet smelling oils Sango had given her to wash with, and two layers of kimonos, compliments of Yui. It wasn't long before Kagome was greeted with a large shoji screen door, and on the other side, a veil of warm air greeted her. As Yui led the way, Kagome was immediately immersed within a spacious room filled with nature itself, large rocks, pebbles at her feet and thick shrubberies surrounding her. And yet, what amazed her the most, was the breathtaking view of the hot spring; it was massive and it was nothing compared to the hot spring back in the Demon Slayer village.

Her fascination must have urged a giggle from Yui, and excited, Kagome turned to the servant woman, who was standing a few feet away from her smiling. "It's amazing, Yui. This is only my second time viewing a hot spring, especially one so big,"

"I see. Well, miss, you are free to relax here for as long as you like."

"I wanted to ask, there is separation between men and women, right?" Kagome couldn't help but ask, a bit worried someone might walk in on her, but she was surprised when Yui shook her head.

"Oh no. Both men and women bathe here, and more frequently than not," She exclaimed, as if it were practically normal. When she noticed Kagome's expression sour, she suddenly sweat dropped. "Oh, but if you are worried someone will walk in on you, then do not worry. The manager made it clear, that since you are a special guest of ours, that you should not be disturbed no matter what. No one else will be approaching the spring, so you have nothing to fear, Milady."

That relieved her, but still, Kagome didn't want to take up too much time, then again, it wasn't like she had the opportunity to bathe in a hot spring every day like those with money. "Thank you Yui. And please, call me Kagome."

"Of course, Lady Kagome," She exclaimed happily. "Please excuse me while I get some refreshments and sweets for you. And when I return, I'll help to wash you. I shouldn't be too long. I'll have one of my girls keep watch while I'm gone.

Understanding, Kagome watched as Yui disappeared through the door before turning back towards the hot spring. Removing her straw sandals, she sat down and placed her foot into the water, followed after by the other and she sighed in contentment. It was hot, but it wasn't scorching. It felt amazing.

She wasn't exactly keen on another woman washing her, but then again, while staying in the Feudal Era, she didn't often get the chance to bathe as frequently as she would like. Back in Kaede's Village, they normally bathed once every week or two weeks, something she wasn't used to doing, even after two months.

"I'll enjoy this, like it's my last hot bath…"

---

Miroku's eyes focused upon the shoji screen door, a single maid servant loitering just outside, her intention quite obvious, and yet, not enough to keep him away. He devised a simple solution and rounded the corner somewhat hastily, his eyes spotting her almost immediately and he approached.

She noticed this, quickly bowing her head in greeting. "Oh, good Monk. I hope you've been well," She exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"As well as I would like," He responded, with a weak smile, his eyes flashing towards the door worryingly.

The servant noticed his stare, her gaze drifting towards the door just as concernedly before smiling slightly. "I'm sorry, but I was informed by Yui the Hot Spring is off limits for now."

Miroku merely shook his head at her response. "I'm afraid I have not come for a simple cleansing; however, I couldn't help but sense something was amiss until I felt a troubled aura nearby…"

She gasped, both hands to her mouth as she quickly backed away from the door. "You don't mean, a demon has infiltrated the Spring?"

Miroku's eyes softened and he gave her a reassuring smile. It wasn't his intention to startle her so much, and since he didn't wish for the entire Inn to be notified, he remained passive. "What I feel isn't demonic in any sense. I believe there may very well be a restless spirit within the bath house. Perhaps it has made its way unknowingly into this Inn, and it's likely the case in provincial places that spirits seek out excitement and fulfillment," He explained suddenly. "Yet, as innocent as it might seem, restless spirits are capable of taking the forms of demons."

The servant nodded. "I see. So, you'll take care of it, won't you?"

He nodded again, patting her shoulder soothingly. "Of course. It's a simple matter, and nothing to get worked up over. Allow me to go in and say a prayer to the deceased. It may take me some time, but I'll be in and out as swiftly as I can. In the meantime, you may continue what you're doing, just make sure no one comes in until I've finished."

"Of course! Thank you, good Monk!" She replied, momentarily forgetting about her reasons for guarding the bath house in the first place.

Pleased she complied easily enough, Miroku nodded and opened the door, sliding it shut behind him. As a veil of hot air and mist greeted him, he allowed a placid smirk to grace his face. It was too easy, but he was lucky this servant was so gullible.

As he ventured further inside, through the shrubbery, his eyes squinted through the mist and he searched the room for the woman of curious interest. It wasn't difficult; she was sitting at the edge of the waters, both feet submerged and her eyes closed. From his perspective, she seemed lost in thought.

"I wonder what she looks like unclothed…" He murmured to himself as he crouched further into the foliage, watching her through the leaves.

And he didn't have to wonder for much longer. The woman opened her eyes and pulled herself up to her feet, and tugged at her obi before it slid and fell to the ground at her feet. Beneath that, was her white kosode, and as her hands worked to unfasten the second obi, it too fell away, leaving her in only her undergarments. Undergarments Miroku couldn't help but stare confusedly.

His indigo eyes were drawn immediately towards her breasts; they were quite ample, and yet he noted the strange and form fitting cloth covering her delicate mounds. It was white with large straps over her shoulders which crisscrossed in the back. It was strange, but he likely guessed it allowed for better support.

While she worked to unfasten her hair from its messy bun, he noticed her hair fell just at her lower back, the length adequate enough, but not nearly as long as nobles. As much as he enjoyed the view of her breasts bouncing, her fingers gliding through her hair, his eyes trailed down her curvaceous body, admiring her toned stomach and petite waist.

Her fundoshi was quite different compared to his and other beautiful ladies. A fundoshi was a simple and elongated white cloth which was easily wrapped around the front to conceal the nether regions, be it man or woman, and was braided around the hips and between the cheeks of one's buttock until they were conjoined with the other side. And yet, hers was nothing like anything he'd ever seen before; this ravishing woman's fundoshi was connected entirely from all sides, a pale yellow in color without any exposure seen in the back.

He swallowed suddenly, eyeing the strange undergarments and yet, he got satisfaction from viewing them. 'She truly is different from other women…'

One by one, she removed her undergarments, starting first with the thin coverage spanned around her breasts, the material pulled over her head and tossed to the side, and just as quickly as she'd pulled it off, she removed her fundoshi, this time folding it and lying it atop the other.

Even without clothes, she looked as beautiful as a celestial maiden. There was hardly any comparison between her and the other women he'd lain with in his lifetime. He was used to flat chested women with flat asses as well, but this woman, she was gifted with large breasts and a rounded buttock; she was the epitome of beauty and sex appeal.

Leaning forward in the bushes, he tried to get a better look at her, and as the woman sat upon the wooden floor, he watched as she eased herself into the hot water, gasping suddenly from the hot temperature. Not long after adjusting herself, he heard her contented moan, and that alone excited him.

"This feels amazing…"

As she swam further into the water, slightly hidden by the veil of mist, Miroku quietly slipped off his kosode, leaving only his fundoshi on and proceeded out of the bushes towards the edge of the water. Ever so slowly, he lowered himself into the steaming water, his eyes suddenly noticing a wooden container, and bringing it to his nose, he suddenly smirked, an idea coming to mind.

---

Kagome sighed in contentment. It felt amazing. The water was nice and hot and it seemed like all her aches and pains were fading away. She swam for a bit and allowed the water to soak into her dirtied hair and eventually found comfort leaning against a strange rectangular wooden table connected to the spring. Kagome was fairly certain it was used for a variety of reasons such as eating or drinking, but she preferred resting her head on it, its warm surface easing her thoughts away.

"Mm … I could stay like this forever," She murmured, kicking her legs slightly as she closed her eyes. If she stayed like this any longer, she was sure she'd fall asleep. "I should probably wash myself before I get too pruny…" But she didn't feel like moving. "I'll do it in five more minutes."

Yet, the longer she rested there, the sleepier she felt, her mouth parting slightly and her legs no longer kicking beneath her. Kagome forced her eyes open every now and then while taking in the grandeur of this inside hot spring; it felt like she was outside more than anything, what with the giant boulders and plants here and there, not to mention this giant body of water. Similar to the Demon Slayers, they must have built around it.

"It makes sense this Inn is so famous … I wonder if it still exists in the future…" She murmured curiously. Somehow, she envisioned the future Inn with elevators, and emergency exits, signs which separated men and women, saunas, as well as a place to dine; all of it in just an Inn. "It would be so different than now, but I kind of like it here. It feels cozy…"

Before sleep fell upon her, she suddenly felt the water push against her back, the action doing little to bother her, but when she felt hands upon her shoulders, suddenly massaging into her, she gasped. Those hands startled her, and believing Yui had returned, quite possibly to help her bathe, she relaxed against her touch, sighing as the fingers worked into her shoulders and neck.

"Mm right there…"

Yui's ministrations continued, pressing deeply into the areas where Kagome felt tightness and stiffness. The knots were certainly there from her ventures traveling with Yuuta as well as the days she spent working in the fields, and as she allowed Yui to work her magic, her body relaxed.

After a moment or two, her hands left her shoulders, and though Kagome felt slightly displeased her massage vanished just as fast as it came, she suddenly felt a cool substance applied to her damp hair, the scent of rosemary accompanied after.

Another sigh escaped Kagome, the scent of the oils reminding her of her time spent with Sango just the other day. It was thanks to her Kagome now had a means to create her own soaps and shampoos and according to Sango, it was possible to extract the oils from flowers and shrubbery, however, she wasn't entirely sure of its entire process.

'Maybe I'll ask Sango when Yuuta and I return to the village…'

Yui's hands lathered the oil in her hair, massaging her long strands, and as Kagome pulled away from the table to allow better access, as well as to avoid the sweet-smelling substance from getting in her eyes, she couldn't help but sigh. She felt the woman brush back her bangs, lathering her front ends with oil just the same, her fingernails grazing slightly over her scalp; Kagome shivered at the feeling.

"I really appreciate this, Yui," Kagome softly replied.

Although Yui remained ever so silent, she continued working her magic, removing the dirt and sweat from her hair until she was well cleansed and refreshed.

Feeling Yui's hands leave her hair, Kagome realized she must have finished, and taking over for this step, especially since there were no showerheads in this era, sadly, Kagome dipped her hair into the water. Her fingers worked to remove the oil from her hair, and as Yui assisted, Kagome ultimately submerged herself under the hot water, resurfacing until her hair was gleaming and clean.

The hot water stung her eyes, and as she pushed her bangs from her face, wiping away the moisture from her eyes, something soft fell over her head. Touching it curiously, Kagome realized it was a towel, and pleased, she patted the soft material against her face. Once she could see again, her blurriness dissipating, Kagome laid the towel on the makeshift table and leaned her upper body upon the table, the towel acting as a makeshift pillow.

'I could stay like this forever…'

Once again, she felt Yui's hands upon her shoulders, this time lathered in the cool and sweet-smelling substance. From her shoulders to her back, she cleansed Kagome, removing the dirt and sweat easily enough and ever so silently. Even though Kagome was still half submerged, she felt content as Yui did her job well, and not once, did she feel awkward.

'I thought I would hate this, especially since I'm capable of washing myself just fine, but it's not as bad as I first thought.' Another sigh escaped Kagome, and she couldn't help but smile. "Don't stop…" Yui would make a great massage therapist, that much Kagome was certain.

Yui's hands traveled down the length of her arms, massaging the oils into her small hands, and it was then Kagome noticed just how large they were. If Kagome didn't know any better, she'd say those hands belonged to a man, but that wasn't possible, and Yui had this softness about her touch.

The servant's hands glided up her arms once more and this time reached down her shoulders, massaging the oils into her neck and collarbone until ultimately cleansing her breasts. For the longest moment, Yui's hands remained there, rubbing the oils above and beneath her breasts, and although Kagome was half asleep at this point, she couldn't help but notice how Yui's hands squeezed slightly upon her mounds.

It felt weird, having a woman touch her so intimately, and yet, Kagome wondered if she was thinking too deeply into it. Maybe she wanted to be thorough with this washing, and yet, she couldn't help but blush when she felt Yui's finger rub against her nipples, the sensation causing Kagome to stiffen.

'She's just helping to wash me. That's all. Besides, it only feels strange because I'm not used to this kind of treatment.' Then again, Yui's touch was becoming just a bit too bold in her cleansing.

What followed after was the feeling of Yui's knee separating her thighs, and while Kagome's arms were still propped up upon the table, she raised her head only slightly, mouth agape in surprise. Wait a minute, this felt a bit too sensual. Surely, she wasn't overthinking this, right?

Before she could turn around and allow Yui some time to rest while she finished washing herself, she suddenly felt her hands upon her shoulders, her thumbs pressing into her skin and the area between her neck. Kagome moaned at the feeling, her head instinctively pressed upon the table yet again. Those hands continued for another minute before drifting to her lower back, her thumbs pressing into her spine in a circular motion, which eased the pressure off Kagome's back immensely. It wasn't long before Kagome felt herself relax once more.

---

Miroku's grin couldn't get any wider, and it took a great bit of willpower to withstand from anything else other than massaging her. Like other women, she melted at his touch, his fingers relaxing her, and though she was on the verge of falling asleep, he couldn't help but bite his lip. Her skin was so smooth and it truly was as white as porcelain, the fairest skin he'd ever seen, and yet, he couldn't help but assume those rumors of her originating from a poor village were false; this woman was clearly of nobility, that much he was certain. How else would it explain such fine skin? There was not even a blemish seen, at least, not what his eyes could discern from her waist down.

"Your hands are like magic…" She softly moaned into the table.

Miroku smirked. 'So, I've been told, countless times…' He was doing his best not to get too close to her from behind. One wrong move and she would immediately realize it wasn't Yui.

While his hands remained upon her lower back, he became bold in his movements, allowing his fingers to travel further down beneath the water until his hands rested upon her supple ass. Immediately he felt her body stiffen, especially when he gave her a firm squeeze, and as he leaned in slightly closer, he noticed a blush spread across her face, her eyes wide but still turned away from him.

His knee, which still remained between her thighs, probed her lightly, the action causing her to jump slightly, and she lifted herself suddenly from the table, both hands firmly flattened upon the smooth surface. From his point of view, it seemed she was about to turn and demand an explanation, but before she could, he quickly leaned into her, one strong arm encircled around her waist, the other fondling one of her breasts.

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A noticeable blush swept Kagome's face as she felt Yui press into her from behind, her knee still rubbing between her thighs. It was also bad enough she felt her fondling her breast, the action entirely uncomfortable and unnecessary.

Unable to move, Kagome's cerulean eyes looked down at the arm encircled around her, and the mere sight of it suddenly alarmed her. Before, she hadn't noticed, but looking closer, she realized it was large, slightly hairy and even the hand squeezing and touching her chest did not look feminine whatsoever. Somehow, she had a feeling this wasn't truly Yui behind her, but quite possibly a man.

"If you want, my dear, I can make more than just your back feel good…" The masculine voice huskily whispered into her ear, biting her lobe affectionately.

That was the only incentive she needed to realize in that moment the situation she found herself in. So, it was a man! Alarmed, if not half scared, Kagome's hands tightened upon the edges of the wooden table, feeling it move slightly under the weight.

"You know what else will feel good?" Kagome replied back, her eye twitching irritably.

"I'm sure I can easily gues—"

It happened so fast, it surprised even Kagome. One minute, this asshole was whispering in her ear and the next, Kagome's grip upon the table tightened so much, she felt it loosen from its hinges. What happened next, happened equally as fast. The table sprang up from the water and with it, a loud pop resonated in the room, and Kagome turned swiftly, board in hand.

"Giving you perverts a piece of my mind!"

As hard as she could, she swung the table, its exterior colliding with his face, so hard in fact, the noise sent a shudder through her, and she watched in satisfaction as he fell beneath the surface of the steamy water. Even as he disappeared from sight, no longer touching her, thankfully, Kagome couldn't help but breathe heavily.

"What the hell is wrong with these men?! Are they all horny?!" She cried, asking no one in particular as she seethed angrily. Ever since she arrived to the Feudal Era, it was either Satouru or this lecher. "I swear to Kami I could fucking kill you!"

Kagome was pissed. If it wasn't one goddamn lecher than it was another! If she'd paid more attention during her relaxation, she was sure she would have noticed sooner, before he put his hands on her. Now she understood why she didn't feel comfortable during her washing.

"I hope you drown!" She loudly exclaimed, table still raised above her head with anticipation as she watched the water anxiously.

Miroku resurfaced, sputtering and wiping his face, a huge red mark across his cheeks. "Well, that certainly wasn't how I planned this," He replied, groaning in discomfort as he touched his jaw. Once his eyes were clear of water and his vision no longer blurred, he brushed away his fallen black locks and looked at her, his eyes shifting towards the table in her grasp. How she managed to pull the board from the spring was a mystery to him. "You've got quite the arm—"

Again, Kagome swung at him, and just like the fist time, she struck him, the impact causing him to fall beneath the water for a brief moment before he immediately resurfaced, his face suddenly panicked as she raised the table once again.

"Wait a minute! Hold on a second!" He exclaimed, fearfully attempting to swim away from her, but the water only allowed him so much speed.

"You fucking prick! Where do you think you're going?!"

He couldn't help but sweat drop at her vulgar use of language. As he dodged right and left of the flying table, he found an opening during her swings, and just as the board hit the surface of the water, narrowingly missing him, he closed in on her and grabbed her wrists.

The action surprised Kagome, and now that she was completely facing him, her hands bound in his strong hands, she shrieked and pulled against him, but he only tightened his grip. "Let go!"

"Calm yourself, woman!" He replied, not truly understanding why she fought against him. With the board still raised in midair above their heads, he couldn't help but release a steady breath. He didn't want to feel the edge of the board a third time. Noticing a collection of boulders just behind her, he tightened his hands around her wrist until he felt them slacken slightly and it was enough to quickly disarm her and toss the table across the water.

The action certainly took Kagome by surprise, and realizing she had no way of protecting herself, she found herself pulled behind him in the water until she was ultimately pressed up against the rocks and on an incline, which fully exposed their bodies. With her hands held tightly above her head, she glowered menacingly at the lecher, his face mere inches away from her.

"Get the hell off me!"

From this close proximity, she took in her attacker's physical characteristics. He had shoulder length black hair with a few bangs framing his forehead and he was slightly more tanned than herself. Similar to herself, his eyes were also light in color, though his were slightly darker in color; if Kagome had to guess, his eyes were the color of indigo; this was the first time she'd seen someone of this Era with similar eyes.

A large red and veiny scar spanned the entirety of his chest, its length wide and as she lowered her gaze, Kagome noticed how it wrapped around his left thigh. Fortunately, he wasn't completely naked, and although he was wearing only a fundoshi, she momentarily freaked out when she saw his bulging dick hanging out from the side of the white cloth and it was enough to make her scream at the top of her lungs.

"Yuuta! Yuuta! There's a pervert in the spring! Yuuta!"

"Stop that!" He quickly replied, releasing one of her hands to cover her mouth. His eyes darted around the room briefly, and thankful no trouble had followed, he locked his gaze with her own. "For Kami's sake, I'm not going to harm you. I assure you. For your sake and mine, refrain from screaming." The last thing he wanted was to ruin his reputation and be labeled a creep and he also didn't want her reputation as the Daimyo's concubine to be tarnished either. It would be a lose-lose situation.

When Miroku noticed she visibly calmed down, despite glowering still, he removed his hand from her mouth and pressed one hand against the rocks by her head, the other still grasping her wrist. "Now, let's be reasonable. I'd like to ask first what I've done to warrant such hostility?"

Kagome seethed. Not only was she completely mortified by this entire situation, she wanted nothing more than to hide under these rocks. "Don't try to act innocent! You're a molester and a peeping tom!" She retorted.

Miroku blinked. "No more than a few moments ago you were telling me not to stop," He clarified, his words true. It was certain after all, but why was this woman fighting against him? Why would she be so upset she'd want to kill him? This had never happened in all his years seducing women.

"I thought you were Yui!"

He sweat dropped. Well, he understood why she thought that at first. "I know what you must be thinking, and I'll admit, perhaps I came on a bit too strongly… I did not realize you were so timid—"

"Timid?! I was fucking scared you pervert! Yuuta! Yuuta!"

He visibly stiffened, not only to her screams but also to the fact that he had actually frightened her; it hadn't been his intention. Scared? Why was she scared? Because this sort of situation never happened to him, he didn't know what else to do but cover her mouth, but he pulled away when he felt her teeth bite into his fingers. "You've got it all wrong. I never wanted to frighten or harm you."

Kagome fought against him, his strength still somewhat overpowering, and during her struggle, he grasped her other wrist again. Since they were standing just on an incline, no longer held down by the force of the water, she lifted her knee and struck him in the ribs. The action worked to her benefit, but only briefly when he doubled over, his expression contorted into pain, but his hands did not release her.

"How did I misunderstand?! I thought Yui came back to wash me, and I thought she was giving me a massage! But you fucking tried to molest me!" Kagome exclaimed, lifting her knee once more.

Miroku reacted quickly this time and turned her entire body towards the rocks, her back facing towards him. This time, he held her there, one hand held firmly behind her back. In this position, she wouldn't be able to hit him. Still, this only made the gravity of his situation more questionable.

He sighed in frustration, no longer feeling certain in this situation. "So, I take it you didn't enjoy it?"

"Hell no!"

This woman's words stung him and he felt his ego suddenly deflate. This woman didn't enjoy any of his ministrations? None at all? How? This had never happened. Not in his entire life. "How are you displeased? You've been relaxed by the spring, and I washed you only part way and you were enjoying my touch earlier. Is it because I'm a man?" He inquired, but she only continued struggling. Miroku continued. "I just don't understand why you're being so difficult. Other women could only dream to be in your place, alone with me and in the bath no less," He explained, mentally counting all the times the servants and villagers had swooned for him by mere conversation.

"I'm not like other women!" She replied.

Miroku nodded at this. "I'm beginning to see that now…" Sighing once more, his eyes scanned her body, but only briefly before locking his gaze with hers. "If my touch truly offended you, I apologize and—"

"Yuuta!"

The velocity at which she screamed certainly took him by surprise, and he couldn't help but flinch as her scream nearly deafened him. And yet, within mere moments, he heard the sound of the shoji screen door slam open and the sound of slippered footsteps running into the room and the jostling plates and utensils sounding.

"Lady Kagome? Lady Kagome? Are you alright? I heard you scream," Yui's voice exclaimed through the thin mist. When she realized Kagome must have entered into the water, she turned towards the rocks, her eyes shifting until she noticed two figures pressed up against a collection of towering boulders and shrubbery.

Squinting further, she saw Kagome in a state of panic and a familiar monk behind her, holding her in place; the scene seemed so intimate, she almost looked away, but remembering Kagome's troubled scream, she turned back in question.

Why on earth was the monk in the spring and with their special guest? Yui remembered specifically asking one of the maid servants to keep watch and allow no one entry. She almost sighed, tray in hand, as she looked between the two, blushing suddenly before looking away. Should she leave Kagome and the monk alone? Yui wasn't sure. Of course, it wasn't out of the ordinary for Lord Miroku to flirt, especially with their customers, and she'd admit, there were a few instances she'd seen more than just flirting in the Hot Spring.

Perhaps, she should have warned Kagome before leaving the room that something of this magnitude would likely transpire, especially what with the servants gossiping right and left.

Realizing he'd been caught, and yet, fortunately not by the management, Miroku feigned ignorance, hoping he could find a way to escape this uncomfortable situation. Remembering his words earlier with a random maid, he turned to Yui with confidence, despite his full-on nudity. "Just in time. I believe an evil spirit has possessed this woman!" He lied, but even as he said this, even he saw through his lie, and he couldn't help but weakly sweat drop.

"So now I'm possessed?!" Kagome retorted. "Don't listen to him Yui! This creep snuck into the hot spring and tried to force himself on me!"

Yui remained hesitant. She'd do something if she could, but this man was someone of higher status than she was. Then again, it was Lord Miroku, and she feared if she even so much as tried to pull him away from Lady Kagome, she might end up in a similar fashion. "Oh dear…" She could get help, get the manager to handle this situation, but the embarrassment would be too much and certainly rumors would quickly spread around all of Edo. Yui couldn't let that tarnish Lady Kagome's reputation.

Yet, before Yui could set her tray of delicacies down and jump in to remove Lord Miroku, the sound of heavy footsteps sounded suddenly, the Inn unexpectedly trembling. Yui turned in the direction of the open door, her eyes suddenly wide with fright, and she covered her hands with her mouth.

Miroku also heard the sound, and bewildered and slightly bothered, he followed Yui's gaze and visibly paled. Standing in the doorway, despite being slightly concealed by the mist, was an enormous beast of a man, dressed in a calf-length white kosode, the length barely reaching his ankles, a scar upon his face and a complexion so fierce, he almost pissed himself out of fear.

"Yuuta! Thank god you're here!" Kagome cried, smiling elatedly.

Miroku nervously swallowed, an eye twitching as he took in the man's immense height as he stalked closer towards the spring, strong hands fisted and a scowl evident on his face. 'That's her guard?! He looks like a bandit…'

---

While on his way to check up on Kagome, despite missing for close to half an hour, he was no further than the second floor when he heard Kagome's voice from behind the first-floor building. Yuuta remembered jumping from the balcony, startling many servants and customers, and ran as fast as he could.

When he arrived, stepping inside, he found the servant girl Yui standing just near the edge of the water, a look of horror upon her face as she looked between him and the spring. He followed her line of sight, and instantly locked eyes with an unknown man, naked entirely except for a simple fundoshi, but even that did not conceal his swelled member which hung out. What made the situation worse was his grasp upon Kagome's wrist, and how he had Kagome pressed against the rocks in a manner which seemed too intimate and forced to his liking.

Yuuta's eye twitched, and he popped his knuckles, his scowl darkening as he brushed past Yui, and without a word, jumped into the scorching water and swam with unnatural speed towards the rocks, the likes of which caused the young man to release Kagome.

As he noticed Kagome quickly swim away and towards Yui's outstretched hand, he focused his attention on the scoundrel who did Kagome wrong. The young man, despite being smaller than himself, shrunk away from Yuuta, throwing his arms against the water in an attempt to escape, but Yuuta easily caught his leg, pulling him under the water.

A lot of struggling was involved, and despite this man trying his hardest to escape Yuuta's clutches, it was all inevitable; Yuuta pulled him by his leg, reaching into the water with a powerful arm before grasping the peeping tom by his neck, pulling him above the surface eye to eye.

"How dare you touch my woman!"

Miroku sputtered and choked, the feeling of this rogue's hand tightening around his neck nearly suffocating him. And yet, a look of complete shock and confusion surrounded his countenance at the guard's declaration. His woman? Wasn't the girl the rumored second concubine? "Y-you're … woman?"

Yuuta seethed, nodding only once before raising his fist. "My wife!"

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Nothing could make Yuuta more irritable. That disgusting man touching Kagome remained at the forefront of his thoughts, his hand upon Kagome and Kagome forced into a situation not of her choosing. It pissed him off, so much so, he realized he went a bit overboard. Nothing could have pissed him off as much as that had, and while he considered himself someone who was worthy to protect Kagome, he'd failed, especially at such an inconvenient time.

"Fucking hell. If I so much as see that man again, I'll break him in two," He muttered, stomping through the halls and up the stairs. Yuuta ignored the servants giving him passage, their fear evident upon their faces and despite hearing their gossip behind his back, he couldn't care less.

It wasn't long before he arrived at the third floor and when he found himself standing before his and Kagome's room, he paused, his hand mere inches away from the handle. Pressing his ear against the door, he listened; he was expecting to hear crying, yelling or anything, but he was greeted with silence and that didn't set well with him.

Sighing and trying to swallow back his anger, he slid the door open and stepped inside, pausing briefly when he noticed Yui comforting Kagome. His companion was sitting atop the newly rolled out futon, her knees raised to her chest and her arms encircled around her legs. Kagome was silent, her gaze looking anywhere but at him or Yui, and it was a sight he'd never seen before. Yuuta didn't like it.

"Kagome," He called, easily managing to catch Yui's attention, but he noticed Kagome ignored him, turning her head away from him and towards the windows.

"Lord Yuuta, welcome back," Yui greeted, though her smile was dim and slightly forced. "I've prepared your evening attire already and I've already laid out yours and Lady Kagome's meals," She explained, motioning towards the small table in the middle of the room, filled with a feast big enough for a family.

Yuuta only nodded, approaching the futon before staring at Kagome. "Fetch the manager. I would like to have a word with him." When he noticed Yui bow and leave the room, he turned back to Kagome, and still, she was not acknowledging him. "Kagome."

"I don't want to talk about it," Came her reply.

He sat down beside her in the futon, his gaze traveling her form only briefly, trying to discern if there were any bruises, but he didn't see any. "Are you alright? He didn't touch you, did he?" And by that, he meant differently than mere wrist grabbing. "Answer me honestly."

Realizing Yuuta wasn't going to leave her alone to her own thoughts, she groaned and dropped her head to her knees, her fists clenched tightly upon her white kosode. "Yes. He did. And what's worse, Yuuta, I let him…" She explained, hating the entire situation. "I didn't know what to do…" No, that wasn't true; Kagome knew what to do, but her strength in the situation wasn't enough. She didn't plan for some pervert to touch her breasts or even give her a whole back massage. Just remembering it left her shuddering in disgust.

Understanding her anger, he touched her shoulder softly. "Kagome."

"I thought Yui had returned to help me wash, and I thought she was giving me this wonderful neck and back massage. Turns out it was that creep. I don't know how he got into the spring and how I didn't notice until he had his hands on me. I'm partially to blame; I should have been more aware. I was too relaxed in the moment," Kagome replied, sighing. "I couldn't even defend myself." She wanted to change that. As soon as she returned to Lady Kaede's village, she'd definitely speak with the High Priestess about this matter. The faster she could train, the better.

His hands clenched at her words. So, he did touch her. "Did he … take you?"

Kagome's face reddened, and she quickly shook her head from side to side. Judging by Yuuta's reaction beside her, his face contorted angrily, she quickly looked away. "No. He didn't." Kagome was fortunate it hadn't gone any further. The last thing she wanted was to get raped and impregnated by some stranger in this time period.

"I gave him a reason never to approach you ever again," Yuuta began, scoffing before running his hand through his hair. "I told him you were mine and that I wouldn't hesitate the next time." He said that but he threw in a harsh beating in between, just for good measure.

Kagome nodded.

"But … if you should want, I can kill hi—"

"Don't," She quickly replied. Despite wishing such a fate upon that man, and having expressed how she wished he'd have drown, Kagome wasn't the type to wish death on anyone. Sure, she might have been mad at the moment, and she had every reason to. "I'm sure he won't try anything else. So, don't worry about it."

"Kagome…"

"I don't want bloodshed. It's not worth it, Yuuta. I know you grew up relying on your sword, and as much as I respect your privacy, I can't bear for you to kill someone simply because I was touched," She replied. Did that make sense? "Besides, this happens all the time. I'm sure, there's isn't man, woman, or child in this world who hasn't experienced similar situations. It's always been survival of the fittest…" She muttered the last sentence to herself, but Yuuta heard it.

If that's what she wanted, then he would respect her decision. "It may be survival of the fittest, but even then, a line must be drawn. I was completely at fault for this situation, Kagome," He replied, earning a confused stare from the woman beside him. "We arrived in Edo, and were even granted such a luxurious Inn to stay freely. I was too comfortable and trusted the servant to guide you safely to and from the Hot Spring. I should have considered the wandering eyes of those customers following you the moment we stepped in."

"But Yuu—"

He interrupted, grasping her shoulders suddenly and turning her to face him. "If it makes you feel any better, you may take out your frustrations on me. Do what you want and I won't resist."

She only shook her head. "Although it might help to vent my frustrations, it would only bother me later on. I'm okay, Yuuta. Thank you for looking out for me; I'm glad you're with me; that's all I can really ask for."

Looking out for her? He felt he was doing more than simply that, and yet, he let her down. The fact that her body was sullied by a stranger's hands, completely irritated him, and although Kagome refused to explain in detail what had all transpired, he didn't press her. Instead, he pulled her against him and held her tightly in his embrace.

"Y-Yuuta?!" She gasped, not expecting his strong arms to wrap around her.

"I'll never let it happen again. I swear on my life."

Despite not wanting him to risk his life for her, she found comfort in his words, and she closed her eyes briefly. His musky scent emanated from his body, a scent which reminded her of the forest. "You shouldn't make empty promises," She replied. "You can't always be with me, Yuuta."

The way in which she replied indifferently pained him, and pulling her away slightly, he cupped her face, his thumb caressing her cheeks softly. "Do you doubt me?"

For a moment, she was silent, regarding him curiously as she mused. She and Yuuta had never been this close nor affectionate like they were right now. He was looking at her in a way which made her nervous and yet, his stare spoke volumes, as well as his declaration to protect her. Yuuta cared about her, and he wasn't exactly someone who often said so to others. This was a side of him she'd never fully seen before, and he was being so gentle with her. "No. I do trust you, Yuuta. But there are instances that even we can't avoid in the future. Nothing is certain."

Despite hearing this, his hold upon her shoulders remained. "If I say I will lay my life on the line for you, then I mean it. So, don't ever doubt me."

She slowly nodded, shocked and yet, a feeling of understanding swept through her. Although she and Yuuta had once been slightly distant starting off, she realized he was important to her and someone she could surely put her trust. He really was a good friend.

When he noticed her eyes close all of a sudden, sighing upon his words, he suddenly felt anxious, and deep within, he felt this inclination to lean in and kiss her. But just as those thoughts sprang to the forefront of his mind, he immediately scorned them. What was he thinking? He practically confessed his feelings for the woman and all because of an unpleasant happening.

Sighing along with her, he pulled her into his embrace, his hand running smooth circles upon her back, his eyes transfixed upon the window. Kagome never pulled away, and to his relief, she wrapped her arms around his waist, and snuggled her head against his chest.

"Thank you Yuuta."

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Author Notice:

I'm not ashamed of what I wrote. I'm a Miroku/Kagome shipper... and I was so tempted just to have Kagome let loose and have a one time fling in the hot spring with this total stranger. I know it's not in her character, but still. Regardless, I kept it somewhat tame. I didn't like the idea of writing a scene with Miroku beating it off in the bushes while watching her, because I honestly wanted Kagome and Yuuta to kick his butt. That part of the chapter was satisfying when she ripped the table out of the spring and smacked him good. xD Also, the relationship between Kagome and Yuuta is only friendship, for anyone wondering.