Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or its characters; that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor do I own Bleach or its characters; that right belongs to Tite Kubo.
She sat there at the bar just outside of Melilla, Spain. Head down as she twirled the small tumbler, enjoying the soft clink of the ice cubes in her scotch. The sound of the guitar being played by the musician on the stage was rather a nice background noise to the rampaging thoughts in her head. It was not easy to get here. But after ten years of traveling, following pieces of information, most that didn't pan out, Kagome Higurashi had finally tracked this place down and a person of interest that could potentially lead her to her target.
The pain she felt at recalling that day after she and her friends graduated from their Junior year. They'd gone out to karaoke and snacks. Each happy to have made it through another year of school. That and the fact they only had one more before they went their separate ways for college. Or in her case training to take over the Shrine, which means only a basic 2-year college for her. But she was fine with that because she'd get to see her friends on breaks and other things.
Lifting the tumbler, looking at the amber liquid in it, Kagome felt something at the edges of her senses she'd built up for the last ten years. It had her skin crawling just like that day. The day that Sango and Miroku were brutally murdered after she had run back into the Karaoke bar to grab her wallet, which she had left on the cushion. Their blood was all over the walls and sidewalk. As a tall, long black-haired man with crimson eyes, the same shade as the freshly spilled blood. His lips peeled back as he looked at her and hissed, jerking his hand from Miroku's chest with her friend's heart in his hand.
It had been the cause of several of her nightmares. Their shredded bodies lying mangled and bloody on the ground as she slumped to the ground as something caused her head to hurt. Her world had blacked out that day, and the man had screamed as she blacked out. She'd seen him flee with Miroku's heart and Sango's based on what she saw in the reports after she had woken up. The police and shrinks all thought she had lost her mind after seeing her friends on the ground and had made the robber who killed her friends into something more than human. Though, Kagome knew it was true. That man was no human.
When the doors to the small bar opened, and a tall man with a thin, narrow face walked in, an eyepatch over one eye, she knew she had the correct man. Everyone else in the open area didn't even stop or look at the man. Who she could tell had his eyes on her, the odd one out. Hell, when she had slipped in all the patrons, except the musician, had stopped and tracked her movements. Each person knew she knew she was prey, at least to them, she was the prey. Lifting the tumbler for another sip, Kagome just kept her attention on the bar. Calculating exactly what the possible scenarios would be.
"Hey, girlie, don't you belong somewhere else?" the blond man with her target said in a snide, rude voice.
Quickly recognizing the tone of voice, he used as denoting her as less than trash. Meaning he was a pig. Chauvinist. Women were for fucking and breeding. Fit with the information she had heard about the tall, dark-haired man. Not even looking away from the tumbler in her hand and took another sip. Pointedly not looking at him, or answering. And she could tell this was pissing him off, while others were chuckling at him.
"Hey, bitch, don't you know how to answer your betters?" the man snapped at her, Kagome just smiled and snorted.
His next action she was expecting. The moment his hand touched her to jerk her to face him, Kagome grabbed it and doing what she had learned in Israel was called a Thumb Tap on the back of his hand, by pressing her thumb down onto a bundle of nerves. Making sure to dig her nail in for extra measure as she finally looked at him as he lowered himself to his knees, enjoying the pain on his face as he tried to glare menacingly at her.
"Betters? What is this the medieval times? Please, get over your fucking self," she said, letting her voice sound bright and cheery as she smiled at him. "Besides, didn't your mama ever teach you it was rude to touch a woman without her permission?"
This had a few of the patrons laughing as the man hissed at her. Not impressed, she wiggled her thumb across the compressed bundle of nerves. She is causing the blond man to scream at the pain. Kagome just blinked, lifted a leg and placed a booted foot on his shoulder, and pushed him away as she released his hand, sending him sprawling onto his back.
"Now, if you don't mind, I am gonna go back to enjoying my scotch before the ice water it down and mind my own business, as should you," she said.
The tension was rising, knowing her words were provoking the others in his group. But she had no interest in them. Nope! She wanted the tall man who was watching her with a sadistic grin that twisted his face into an even uglier visage. Kagome knew she had his attention and pointedly let her cold blue eyes met his singular dark one before going back to her drink. And the hiss she heard from the man, Nnoitra, let her know she had his attention entirely. So, she counted in her head till he came up and tried to grab her, only he was using both hands.
Slouching over and sliding off the stool as his hands slide through the area she had previously occupied. Turning, she looked up at him. Hating again, she was only five feet, two inches tall. Especially when he was over six feet. But hey, that made hitting him below the belt that much easier — arching an eyebrow as she looked unimpressed, making him seeth openly.
"Bitch, you will know your place," he said, reminding her of a dog barking.
"Bitch? I think you have the wrong person. I think your bitch is the blond on the floor trying to put his dignity back together," she said as she let a smile curled her lips upwards. "You don't strike me as someone who'd go for someone like me anyway."
It was slow in the coming as her words and the implication of them as they sank into his thick skull. When they did, he flushed and swung at her. Apparently, he didn't like being called out. Using her height to her advantage, Kagome dodged to the side, making sure to get out of his arms reach. Which was a good length since he was tall and lean?
"I think your mouth needs to be put to better use," he snapped as he stomped towards her.
Laughing openly, Kagome danced back and skirted a now empty table. The patrons who had been there wisely moving away from them.
"Oh!? I do not think I am your type, seriously. And I wouldn't even want to polish your rod after blondie there has had it," she quipped, further mocking him into a rage. "Besides, both of you are to... feminine looking. And not in the good way to be my taste. I like men, burly men. With strong, handsome features. Maybe a scar or two."
When the man lunged at her, Kagome didn't move. Instead, as he passed the table, she spun and brought her leg up and caught the side of his head. Which was a lot harder than she figured it would be. Proving to her as he just dropped and rolled to the side and stood up again, giving his head a small shake that he was not human. Perfect. Proof she needed, making her grin as she felt giddy.
"Oh, your dead woman," he snapped. "And I will make sure it is a slow, painful death."
Kagome laughed loud and dark, which caused the men, including the blond, to go stand with the patrons. While the tall, dark-haired man looked at her like she had lost her mind. And in a way she did when she witnessed what she now knew was a supernatural slaughter of her two best friends.
"Oh, puh-lease! Do you think you scare me? I am not scared of a piece of shit, sells my soul to the devil, bastard like you," she said in a low voice. "But before either of us leave here, you will tell me how to find a man called Naraku."
Her words had the tall man going very; still, his eyes narrowing (though she wasn't sure how it was possible as it was already pretty must a wide slit, to begin with) at her. The way his mouth opened in a wide toothy smile as he looked at her carefully. As if seeing her for the first time.
"Oh-ho! Your that weird little girl that has been tracking Naraku? Fuck, you been causing a ruckus for the last two years with how you leave our organization minions, girlie," He stated, sounding as if he was amusing. "You think you can just step into our world, make some noise and not have to pay the piper? What's your name, so I can brag to that two-bit wannabe that I took out the feeble human who has been looking for him."
Kagome felt that headache start again behind her eyes. This man was arrogant. Trash. Everything in her crawled with the need to harm him. But that information was important. So, letting her face go blank, she met his eye in a steady, unflinching gaze.
"Ten years. I have been hunting him for ten years after I witnessed him slaughter my best friends and steal their hearts," she said in a very calm, relaxed voice. "And you will tell me where he is, and then I will go on my merry way. Tonight is not the night I die, fake Demon."
Her words had the man going still. He was intelligent, just a belligerent misogynist. Then his face went red as he lunged at her again in blind anger. From his body, several more arms appeared, making her curse as she realized he was an insect-based type of fake demon. Knowing she was unable to get any information from him as the others began to release the Youki, Kagome closed her eyes as pain not only exploded from where his clawed hands were piercing her flesh, but her head as her world went black again, just like that night. All while she screamed her frustration.
It was a slow process as she came out of the black void, hating when this happened. Nothing good ever came from when this happened. Hell, she didn't know why it happened. And now, any chance of information was gone, again. It was starting her over at square one. Though, she now knew that the bastard was with the same Organization as Nnoitra had been. The Espada, she believed it was called.
Groaning as she rolled onto her side, Kagomes sense of smell was assaulted by an earthy scent mixed with rich spices. There was no sound of machines beeping in the background, either. So, that meant she was not in a hospital or clinic. A plus, because she wanted to try and stay out of those places. Off Radar. Considering she was twenty-seven now but was still classified as a missing person and runaway in Tokyo, Japan.
"Oh, you're awake," A deep voice said in very soft tones.
This had Kagome going still and stiffening. Her eyes snapped open and tried to focus. Another side effect of her blacking out was when she woke up; her vision was blurry to the point it took a few hours to be able to see. Hissing under her breath as she heard someone move quietly across what was a carpeted floor. Only for them to pause as her field of vision got darker, making her scrunch the area between her eyes in frustration.
Silence filled the air between her and this person before they moved away from her. Still, Kagome didn't relax her body. Wary and worried. She hoped that she wasn't with this Organization because that would be a bad thing. Very bad. When the sound of a door opened, followed by hushed voices, Kagome strained to hear. Glad that she had trained her other senses after blacking out the first time after leaving to hunt down Naraku.
It was sometime before the sound of small-softer footsteps came into the room — the door not clicking shut as she continues to hear the sounds of muted voices from outside it. Kagome kept her breath even as possible as she waited for the person, probably a woman or tiny man, to stop near the bed.
"Miss, I know you probably won't believe me, but we mean you no harm," a woman spoke, her voice soft and soothing. "We extracted you from what was left of the Arrancar nest. One of our own was there and witnessed what happened. So, of course, we do have questions but won't pressure you to answer them right away."
Kagome didn't need her eyes to know the woman was sincere and telling the truth. Something else she had found useful after waking up after blacking out that night in Tokyo. Slowly Kagome pushed herself into a sitting position on what she now could tell was a rather comfy bed. Her body was not sore like it usually was after a blackout session. Leaving her a bit confused.
"Oh, if you are wondering why you are not sore, it is because well... I healed you," the woman spoke. "Ah, where are my manners, duh... how silly to forget something so simple. My name is Orihime Inoue."
There was no mistaking the distinctively Japanese name and a slight accent. It had Kagome tilting her head as she looked directly at the woman thought she couldn't see her. Again Kagome knew that the woman was not lying at all. Meaning that this woman, humans from the feel of it, was abnormal like she was. Did that mean those in the other room were the same? If so, could the one who'd been in the bar tell she was different?
"Kagome," she finally spoke, giving nothing more or less.
"Oh, pretty name. Well, I am sure you need to use the restroom and eat, right?" Orihime asked her.
Slowly she nodded her head in agreement. Though she did not move when Orihime seemed to move as if pointing as she spoke, she was indicating where the restroom was at. Patiently Kagome waited and waited for her to leave. She did not want to let them know of the drawback to her blackout. But the woman didn't move an inch. Which was slightly disconcerting as Kagome could feel her bladder protest now that she was sitting upright.
"Miss Kagome, uh... don't you need to go to the bathroom?" Orihime asked her, genuinely confused by her lack of action.
Sighing, Kagome stood and did her best to gauge the length of the bed as she tried to walk towards where she hoped that Orihime had pointed. Only to hear a soft gasp from the girl. She was making Kagome stop as she flinched. Knowing she had gone in the wrong direction.
"You...you cannot see?" Orihime asked.
Hating it being said, Kagome gave one curt nod before she felt Orihime's hands on her. Tensing slightly as she was spun almost ninety degrees and carefully walked in the direction of the bathroom.
"It is a simple bathroom. Pedestal sink, toilet, with a shower. Please take all the time you need. If... If you need help, just call for me, okay," Orihime said.
Kagome had to smile as she felt her way into the bathroom. The woman sounded flustered at the prospect of having to help her with anything. But she was used to this state of being. Kinda glad that she had someone to make sure she didn't bang her shins and knees on things and have to be forced to tend to the blending blind. That was always a mess. Though as she shut the door, Kagome felt another presence entered the room she just vacated. Knowing that Orihime would be telling them she couldn't see, Kagome figured that she'd just have to answer 'some' not 'all' their questions after she took care of herself.
She was humming one of her favorite children's songs to herself as she used the toilet and took a quick shower. Kagome had felt two more presences in the room on the other side of the door. All three were males. And one was the who had been in the room when she had awoken. The other two seemed to be clashing against each other in conflict. It was rather amusing to sense all this though she couldn't see them. And it had a soft chuckle escaping Kagome's lips as she pulled on her dirty clothes.
The moment she was happy, her clothes were on (hopefully straight and not inside out), and her hair had been wrung out and given a quick rub down with the damp (now saturated) towel, and she opened the door. Immediately silence fell over the room. And as she started to walk towards the bed, she lifted a hand to halt Orihime, who had begun to move to help her.
"I counted my steps from the bed here, Orihime," she stated as she carefully walked the short distanced.
When her hand brushed against the softness of the blanket, now smoothed out, Kagome turned enough to sit on the edge and just looked at the group before her. Knowing it would be slightly creepy to them that she knew where they were and was staring pointedly at them though she couldn't see them — waiting for them to collect themselves enough to use words again.
"You told Inoue that your name is Kagome, correct?" a male said in a slightly arrogant manner.
She just nodded her head once.
"Do you have a surname?" the same male asked.
Again she gave a single nod of her head, hearing a slight huff of annoyance. But Kagome kept her face blank, unreadable.
"Will you tell us?" Orihime asked.
This time she shook her head, indicating no.
Her response had that same male and one she was not familiar with yet groaning and muttering about difficult women. Which had Kagome was narrowing her eyes in warning. She was blind, not invalid. She could still fight. Limited, but she'd do damage dammit!
"Kurosaki! Ishida!" Orihime snapped at them, exasperation very clear in her voice as the two went silent.
This had Kagome fighting to keep from smiling at how she could tell the woman thoroughly chastised them. It lets her know that even if she wasn't in charge, she was very much respected and listened to. More so since Orihime claimed to have healed her, which was a smart thing, listening to the healer. They could be the worst enemy you had in or out of your team.
"I am sorry, Kagome," Orihime apologize for them.
"No problem, nothing out of the normal for people who are good friends and each other's antagonist, if I don't miss my guess?" she replied politely. "Besides, instead of asking menial questions that beat around the bush, just get to the damn point. I don't like my time wasted. And as soon as I can, and I hope you will let me go."
The way the tension in the room spiked at her words and tone used let Kagome know they weren't even planning on letting her go. But they didn't seem to mean her harm, either, which was confusing. If this were the organization when she was sure they'd be torturing her, not letting her go to the bathroom and showering.
"Fine. We can do this your way, Kagome," the first male said. "Why were you in the bar?"
"Following a Lead on someone," she replied. Answering but not giving away anything.
"That matches up with what Chad heard," the second male said.
"Good. Do you recall what happened before you blacked out?" the first male asked.
"Yeah, pain. Loads of pain from where his clawed hands, and yes, I mean hands as in more than two, dug into my flesh, piercing it," she said, pausing. "As well as in my head, just like always before I blackout."
"So, you do not recall what happens after you blackout?" the second man asked, disbelief in his voice.
Lifting an eyebrow as she shifted her head a little to focus solely on him. Enjoying how she could hear the sound of cloth rubbing on cloth as he moved.
"No. I would guess most people who blackout don't. It has always been this way," she said in a very sarcastic tone.
"Well, have you ever been informed of what has happened after you blacked out?" the first male asked her.
"No, not really. Just the usual questions of what is your name, how old are you, is there anyone we can call and such," she stated with a heavy sigh. "Look, I was following a lead. I was well aware before even stepping into that cesspool what I was getting into. That I could die, just like every other time."
This brought immediate and heavy silence. Kagome could tell they were thinking. Then again, Kagome had no clue why the hell she was even telling them this information.
"Uh, Kagome, this isn't the first time you have blacked out, nor put yourself into danger? What is it you are doing? Why do you track down a lieutenant in The Espada Organization?" Orihime spoke up finally.
This had Kagome slumping her shoulders as she hugged herself. The images of that night popping up in her mind's eye. Making her eyes burn as tears danced along her bottom lid, begging to be shed.
"I wasn't aware until recently that he was even associated with that Organization. Let alone it existed. But that bastard... he... ten years ago... slaughtered my two best friends the night after we finished our Junior year of High School," she muttered darkly. "I blacked out after seeing him rip my friend's heart from his chest. That was the first time I felt the pain before being knocked unconscious. No one believed me when I said what I saw. They said I was making him into an inhuman monster that didn't exist."
Again a heavy silence filled the air around them all. Kagome was used to these kinds of things and just waited. One of them would speak up. It took a bit to process the information.
"So, how did you figure out that he was not... human?" The third male finally spoke.
Shifting herself a bit, Kagome frowned and dropped her gaze to the floor. Recalling that after she had woken up, she could see things that others were not aware of. Then again, growing up on a shrine and all those legends should have prepared her for the unbelievable.
"I was born and raised in one of the few shrines left in Tokyo. I grew up with the legends of the supernatural beings existing. And when I woke up, I was able to see them, including spirits who had not passed on. My grandfather said I had a gift. To me, it is a fucking curse. I want my friends back, not this damn thing!" she said, her voice getting louder with each word as the tears finally fell down her face.
Silence filled the room. But eventually thin yet strong arms enveloped her in a warm embrace. She knew it was Orihime instantly. The soft smell of sweets and red bean paste filled her nose, which was odd, yet familiar at the same time. Eventually, between Orihime's soothing and her ability, Kagome calmed enough.
"Well, we cannot give you your friends back, Miss Kagome. But, we can give you help in getting the person who did this to you," The first male spoke, causing her to lift her head and arch an eyebrow skeptically.
"Really, why don't you elucidate as well as read me my rights since your silence made it clear I am unable to leave," she spoke in a soft, calm and quiet voice.
This brought a nervous shifting from not just Orihime by her side, but the first and second males, while a slight amusement came from the third. Which indicated he had to have been the one in the bar. So, her mind tried to put a face to whom it could be based on what she was feeling. It was familiar, yet not. There was a difference in the feel of them.
"Yes, well... you will not be a prisoner. Rather, you are like us in a way, though I think I know why you feel so pure," the first male spoke.
At this, she lifted a hand and held it up, while the other came up and pinched the bridge of her nose as she shook her head. It was rather annoying not being able to see who was who — and only having names, presumably last, and no faces.
"Okay, you have my attention on that, but let's first remember our manners. Or did your mother's and father's not instilled the basics in you?" she said, hearing a soft giggle from Orihime by her side.
Slowly with greatly exaggerated motions, Kagome pointed to herself and said her name, then to Orihime, and stated her name. Then she pointed to the first guy, wiggling her finger. There was no mistaking the shift of emotions going through them — all shame and embarrassment. Then Humor, annoyance, and a bit of smugness.
"I am Ishida, Uryu, Miss Kagome," The first male said.
Then her finger whipped to the second, making surprise ripple through whatever it was she sensed as he replied, "Kurosaki, Ichigo," was all that was offered.
Before she could move her finger that soft, deep voice from right after she woke up spoke, "Yasutora, Sado. But, you can call me Chad like everyone else if it is easier, Miss."
He was very polite and soft-spoken for a man. Kagome could appreciate it. Once introductions were done, Kagome flicked her finger to the first male, Ishida. Before dropping it to rest in her lap.
"You are a strange woman, Miss Kagome," he stated as more annoyance came from him, making her smile as she accepted his words as a compliment. "Anyways, we all have special gifts that deal with the supernatural. Mine, Kurosaki's, and Chad's are all offensive based. While Orihime is not just offensive, but defensive and healing as well. You're well... considering what you left of every person in that bar was ash, is extremely offensive."
Kagome blinked her eyes and felt her jaw drop just a little bit. This was the first time she had ever heard anything about what had happened before blacking out. It was impressive and scary that she was capable of doing something like that. Then again, it would explain why no one was able to say anything about what happened after she dropped like a sack of potatoes.
"But that is not all, Miss Higurashi; Chad said that he felt the warmth as the... strange energy you exude washed over him though it tingled sharply before it turned to the warmth and washed away his anxiety and fatigue. Because he was our operative in that place. Gauging and listening as he posed as a musician. It took a lot of funding to create a device that would mask him and make them think he was one of them," Ishida continued.
At this, she felt a small pang of guilt at destroying something costly. But she let a small smile curled her lips now that she had a partial face to a name. Though it had been a quick look at the man while he played his guitar on the small stage, half his face was covered with his hair. Though, she felt a little imp chattering on her shoulder, so she listened.
"Oh, mask him? I knew he felt different. Just as I can feel each of you in this room though I cannot see yet," she said, chuckling openly in amusement at their shock and discomfort. "Don't ask, I do not know how this works. It was just there after my first blackout. Being able to tell where people were without seeing them, to know they were not human or partially human, know when someone was lying to me, or trying to. It is just annoying that every time that this energy explodes from me, I have no clue, get knocked out, and am blind for a few hours to a day or two afterward."
Her words had the room going quiet as the sound of a door opening and slamming shut before there were more muffled voices. A soft girly squeak before a deep voice spoke in soft, admonishing tones. Just to have a strange laugh echo after. That laugh had Kagome sitting up straighter and pulling her upper lip back and baring her teeth. Over the last four years, she had heard that laugh after passing out and waking up in hospitals or clinics.
Then the sound of multiple footsteps walking towards them, before that laugh sounded again. He was making Kagome growled low in her throat. Already she could see the mischief filled eyes barely visible from under sandy hair and a green and white striped hat. While knowing thin lips were curled upwards as she heard a fan snapping open.
"Oh, Miss Kagome, it is good to see you again. Passed out again!? Of course, otherwise, you'd not be here. Glad that you are safe, of course, I mean, you are adorable," the man said, clearly enjoying this.
Standing up and flipping twin birds at the man. Earning a few shocked gasps and an amused chuckle from Kurosaki as she spoke, "Stuff it, Mr. Urahara! I may not be able to see, but I know you're gloating you fast-talking, backstabbing pig."
This had a sigh, a few male snickers, and uncomfortable clearing of the throat. Kagome didn't care. For some reason, this man knew where she was when this happened. Hell, a few times, she was sure he was the one supplying the information.
"Now, now Kagome-chan, that is no way to speak to your elders," Urahara said, clearly pretending to be hurt.
"Right... and I am very well aware that you're putting on an act. God's I thought seeing you at Halloween last year would be my final time running into you," she said, giving a disdainful sniff. "But then again, you're like a parasite. And latch onto something you find tasty. And apparently, I am that host for you."
The silence that slammed down around her, and the whole room was telling. It made her happy to feel the way the man's seemed to shift to a more serious frame of mind.
"Well, since you don't know how to have fun and relax, I will give in to what you want, Kagome Higurashi, Age 27 — born in Tokyo, Japan on July 2nd, 1984 to Kun-loon and Tomeki Higurashi. Heir to the Sunset shrine," Urahara spoke in a bland voice. "And you are right, and I found you fascinating back in Iceland when I felt pure energy pour out in a massive wave from a small village that I knew to be a base of operations for Aizen Sosuke, the leader of the organization "The Espada."
Smiling warmly after frowning openly at how much information he had on her because he just gave her more information to file away. But, yet, it told her nothing at all, just the leader's name.
"Also, I have been doing some research into that energy you exude, young Miss Higurashi," he continued as his fan snapped shut. "It is called Reiki. Much different from the Reishi or spiritual ability we all use. You are what is classified as a Miko. A Being of purity. And from the fact that yours still comes out lilac, you haven't been tainted by your need for revenge. And thus are very valuable. Because if you turn, your energy would kill us, and heal our mutual enemies."
That had her sucking in a sharp breath and closing her eyes as she exhaled. Her grandfather always said that their family line descended from powerful Miko's and Monks. And that she was one such person. It explained why her grandfather had been so adamant about her taking over the Shrine — getting her trained to do it. The old coot had known the truth. Oh boy, this just made her life more complicated than it already was. Slowly she sank to the mattress. Opening her eyes, she saw that she was able to make out everyone a bit better. The light was filtering in through her iris and being registered by her optic nerve again.
"So, this makes it even more of a reason to hold me as a prisoner because I am an untrained Miko. Rare indeed. You don't have to tell me about what that is. And explains a lot about my grandfathering being so pushy," she stated blandly.
"No, no... that isn't why we want to keep you. It's because you have crossed a line in the sand between them and us," Urahara stated. "And to protect you because you are not just a Miko, Miss Higurashi, you are a damn powerful one if you wiped out a village one of the top ten generals of Aizen, and several of the little pissants that served that general. We need to get you trained."
She was silent as she processed it. The man, Nnoitra had known who she was based on her asking after Naraku. Then to all the demons and wannabe demons who called themselves Arrancar or hollows. It made sense that she was on their radar. She hadn't been indiscriminate. Just that when in immediate danger, her energy or Reiki would flare to protect her as it was supposed to do. But it didn't explain, or maybe it did explain why she always took a nap afterward. She was untrained.
"So, what, you asking me to join whatever this little group is?" she asked, lifting a hand and waving it at everyone present.
"Yes, though, after you are trained. And with that fiery personality, I think I know who your partner and helper should be while you are being trained," Urahara said, that smile back in his voice. "Then we shall let you out with a permanent partner to go wreak havoc and get some revenge. Also, our little group is more than these few. We have thousands across the world. You've met a lot of them over your travels for the last ten years."
She was shifting as she lifted one leg and placed the ankle of it on top of her knee. This was not a bad offer. Though a partner, working with someone after being solo, didn't sound very pleasant. Especially if they were with her because of her personality, which was his polite way of saying temper.
"So, who will be the short term babysitter?" she asked.
"Glad you asked, Sado, she is all yours. Make sure that she is fully trained and evaluated," Urahara said as he cackled.
Something in Kagome told her that she had just been set up. That he had been planning this for a long time. Making her scowl as she heard him walk away — the thumps of his geta on the carpeted floor as he continued to cackle like a crazed man.
"So... about what I said before the fight started..." Kagome said, turning her attention to her new babysitter, cheeks flaming red as she felt amusement rolling off him.
Kagome groaned as her hand fumbled around on the bed before sliding under her pillow to grab her cell phone. It was like four in the morning. She hadn't been asleep long and was annoyed as she cracked an eye to look at the screen seeing it was a group call, which means work — groaning as she lifted her thumb to accept the call. Just to have the annoying device jerked from her hand.
Rolling over, she openly glared at her partner for the last five years and seeing his dark brown eyes glinting in the pre-dawn. Before dragging her eyes up his long, well-toned arm to see him drop the phone onto the pillows behind him. Making her blink her eyes to wake up a bit more before she sat up and scrambled over him to get to the phone. Just to have both his arms wrap around her and pin her chest to his as he looked at her.
"Hey, it is work, gotta take that teddy bear," she grumped as she wiggled against him.
"Kagome, how long have we been partners now?" he asked in that soft, deep voice of his.
Pausing Kagome blinked down at him for a second, confused by the question she knew he had the answer to. "Five years, Sado. Why?"
The way he smiled sleepily up at her had her face heating.
"And how many years have we been lovers?" he asked her.
This had her squirming harder in his grip as she lowered her eyes, feeling briefly shy. Something only he could bring out of her.
"Four of those five, Sado," she answered.
The way he smiled wider as she peeked up at him had Kagome biting back a needy, wanton moan. His hair was still the same length as the first time she saw him in the bar playing his guitar. And it still was just as sexy. So transfixed on that smile, Kagome couldn't help the squeal she let out as he rolled them, taking her away from her phone, pinning her under him with his body. He was making her pout up at him. As he just stared down, smiling at her.
"Sado..." she whined focused on him.
"Kagome, I love you, you know that right," he stated bluntly.
"Yes..." she said softly as she observed him. Noting he was earnest, demanding nothing but her full attention.
"I want more, with you," he stated in that same blunt manner, causing her heart to beat faster and harder in her chest. "Marry me, please."
Giving a soft gasp as she felt tears spring to her eyes as she slid her hands up his arms, across his broad, muscular shoulders until they were tangled in his hair. Using that as her leverage, she lifted herself and bit his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth and running her tongue along it to soothe the pain. Earning a deep rumble from him.
When she released his lip, she whispered yes softly to him as he shifted his body, causing the blankets to fall away from them. Allowing the chill fall morning air to brush against their skin as one of his hands came up and cradled her face before he claimed her mouth with his own. Tongue teasing the seam of her lips, silently asking her to open them. Which she did, humming softly as it invaded and pulled her into a tango.
Her back arched as his other hand brushed gently down her side to her hip, where it made small, enticing circles that had her hips rolling to meet his. While she moaned into the kiss. Her mind was reeling. Kagome had never figured he'd want more than just being her lover whenever it suited them. He'd been there through all her training. Patient and accepting when she got pissed at her failures. Making sure she always took a break, ate, slept, showered. Because when she got focused, she was like the Pitbull that Urahara loved to call her.
Heat flooding her body as she recalled being told her training was done. That she would be put into the field with a permanent partner, it pained her to leave him. Getting those orders to meet someone in Rome, Italy, had made her realize that she was in love with him. Of course, she had railed at Urahara, as well as Sado, when it was the latter who had showed up at the meeting place. A sick, twisted trick in her books.
The moment Sado's hand slipped from her hip to the top of her thigh before slipping between their bodies, Kagome shuddered and mewled into the kiss. She was enjoying how those calloused fingers stroked her nether lips, collecting the moisture that was building there, before dipping one at a time between them and caressing the small bundle of nerves hidden at the apex — driving her higher and higher. Four years of being in her bed, learning her body and all the little points that made her lose it and fall over the edge, prepping her for him when he decided to take her. God's she loved it when he teased her like this.
Giving a sharp pull of his hair, earning a warning growl as he pulled back and nipped sharply at her lips. Kagome whimpered as she rolled her hips as best she could under his weight. He fingers seeking to intrude, to go further and enter her. Which felt like they were melting as a slow, steady throbbing came from deep within her.
"Please?" she asked in a pleading whimper.
While he was a gentle giant, Kagome had learned his taste in bed ran to the darker. So, when the hand cupping her face moved up, fingers threading through her long raven locks, she lowered her eyes. As the pain spread across her scalp steadily as he pulled her hair, causing her to tip her neck back and bare her throat to him. Knowing what was coming as his head dipped down, his tongue tracing the pulse point in her neck, she cried out in pleasure and pain mixed as he thrust three of his fingers into her channel, which clamped down on him hard, trying to hold him there.
Mind shifting to that wonderful delirious space of pain and pleasure as he started moving his fingers in her, spreading them each time he pulled them almost out before slamming them roughly back into her. Kagome felt the first of what she hoped to be several orgasm's starts to build in the pit of her stomach like a string being pulled taut — causing her to cry out for more as her fingers fell from his hair to grab his shoulders as her hips bucked to the hard rhythm he set.
The small group stared in shock at the sight of pale and tan flesh that filled the screen. Everyone was pretty sure that neither of the two was aware that their phone call had been a video chat and had been accepted/answered. They all had heard Chad ask Kagome to marry him after pinning her slender and petite body to his. Sheets having fallen to her hips had been practically removed when he had rolled them and got her answer.
Most of them were blushing as they watched the kissing turn to something more sensual and private before they disconnected the call. None of them able to look at the others as they all felt a bit awkward at witness what they had.
"About damn time," Jinta cried out as he threw his hands above his head.
Several heads were nodding in agreement at that statement As they had all been very well aware of the two being more than just partners for years now. Hell, they had known that Chad had taken to Kagome when he refused to let anyone but him carry her back to their small hideaway five years ago. And the big man was silent, private about a lot of things. It was not easy to tell what he was thinking. But where Kagome was concerned, it was undeniable. Always had been.
"I think... when they decide to tell us, we should all act very surprised to find out," Orihime said softly, her voice very breathy as she kept her red face on her hands resting on her swollen stomach.
"Why?" Urahara asked, sounding petulant. "I think since we heard it, we should be honest about it."
"Mister Urahara, I think it would be prudent to not," Ururu said as she smacked him on the back of the head hard. "Think about the anger from not just Sado, but Miss Kagome when they realize you overheard something personal, private... and then as they get suspicious before realizing that we saw something we shouldn't have... Not everyone is like you and Miss Yoruichi."
Everyone blanched at the thought of a very angry Sado, who would let a full enraged Kagome fly into them. The petite woman had become a force to be reckoned with. And her unique uses of her Holy Powers had left them all with a new appreciation not to piss her the fuck off. Though they didn't even react to the mention of Urahara and Yoruichi. The two were very open about their relationship and didn't care who saw what, which fit their perverse personalities.
THE END!