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"You could join us," she said, motioning to the edge of the village. "I'm travelling with my friends right now. It would give you a chance to interact with more people."

The man shook his head. "I am needed elsewhere."

"With her?" Kagome gave him a soft smile. Now that she knew why he'd been following her, she didn't feel quite so defensive—though the flower had been a nice touch.

"No. Well, yes, but she does not—"

She chuckled, waving him off so as not to prolong his embarrassment. "I'm sure she enjoys your company, regardless of your role." The wind picked up, tousling her hair, the man's fingers tucking a dark curl behind her ear before she could do it herself.

"Perhaps."

Kagome hummed as she came out of her reverie. She'd never seen Sesshoumaru's human persona as a love rival, but the subtle touch along her scalp had left the back of her neck flushed all the same.

"You are dreaming again."

She grinned, leaning back against a newly fallen log, the flames from the fire warming her feet. "More like reminiscing."

Sesshoumaru sat down beside her. "Nothing nefarious, I hope."

"Well, it was mostly about you, so…" She trailed off, her grin widening at his raised eyebrow. She leaned against him, happy that he wasn't against any public displays of affection. "I'm glad you're here."

A wayward breeze blew through the camp, embers crackling as shadows danced. Kagome moved to tuck her hair behind her ear, but delicate claws beat her to it. His touch lingered, his fingers tracing the line of her neck.

"You told me to stop doing that," she said softly, sapphire eyes etched with want.

Sesshoumaru smirked. "I have done nothing."

"Uh-huh. Has anyone told you that you're a terrible liar?"

"Only once."

Her lips twitched before she could smother her smile against his sleeve. "Sounds like an intuitive individual."

"She is."

She settled back against him, eyes slowly drifting shut, the last sensation being his claws running through her hair.

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"Impudent wench! How dare you force my lord's favour with your feminine wiles only to cast them off for another!"

Kagome groaned, looking up at the dark-haired man walking next to her. "I thought you gave him a long list of chores to complete today."

"It appears it was not enough," he growled, glaring at the approaching toad.

Jaken thrust the Nintoujou in her face, forcing them to stop their leisurely stroll. "I shall report this to Lord Sesshoumaru immediately!"

"Go for it," Kagome said, shooing him away with her free hand. "Let me know when you find him."

The vassal blanched slightly but didn't relinquish the staff. "I am in the process of doing so." The couple looked at each other, then side-stepped him, still holding hands as they continued down the empty path.

This, of course, sent Jaken into a tirade, the toad turning the cane around as he muttered about doing his lord's work under his breath. The old man's wooden face elongated, but before it could unleash his fiery breath, Jaken was hit between the eyes with a rock, already sporting a significant bump before hitting the ground.

The man's arm tightened around Kagome's waist, having moved her out of the way in the unlikely chance his aim had been off, Sesshoumaru's low baritone rumbling to life as he slid the kitsune's helix from his ear. "Jaken."

The toad leapt to his feet, looking around for his master, the bump on his head now larger than his eyes. "My lord! I caught the wench—" Sesshoumaru's youki was heavy and unforgiving, Jaken once again finding himself flat on his back.

"If any harm comes to the miko, I will personally blame you for it," he said, eyes narrowing. "Whether you are the cause or not."

"B-But—" He squawked as the pressure around him increased.

"Is that understood?"

"Yes, my lord." Jaken's response was meek and stilted. He gave Kagome one last glare, then scampered off, using the Nintoujou as an actual cane.

"I would've been fine," she said once he'd disappeared from view. "The fire wouldn't have gotten through my barrier."

"I am aware, but if you will permit me this small indulgence—" He brought the back of her hand to his mouth even as gold dulled to brown, his glamour firmly in place. "—I rather enjoy protecting you."

A smile tugged at her lips as she blushed. "Just something I have to get used to, I guess." She intertwined their fingers, hoping they could finish their walk without any more interruptions.

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"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Sango said, a grin tugging at her lips as she polished hiraikotsu, the giant boomerang currently sitting across her lap.

"Can't imagine what you mean," Kagome replied, blinking innocently. She managed to keep her expression intact for a full six seconds before they both dissolved into laughter. The males at the camp all turned in unison, their raised eyebrows synchronous, and the women only laughed harder.

"We need to come up with our own language," Sango lamented. "How are we supposed to have secrets if they can hear everything?"

Kagome glanced over at Sesshoumaru, his amber gaze warm in the firelight, and she blushed. "I don't know. I kind of like the open honesty."

"I guess I can't fault you for that." Sango shifted closer, lowering her voice. "How'd your walk go?"

Tucking her knees under her chin, Kagome leaned her head towards her friend. "It was fine. Jaken showed up for a little bit, but we got rid of him fairly quickly."

"Leaving you enough time for other things?" Sango asked, wiggling her eyebrow.

Kagome smacked her arm. "You're spending too much time with your husband."

"Doesn't answer my question."

She rolled her eyes, trying to hide her blush. "We just held hands."

"Pity." Kagome gave her an incredulous look. "What? I was expecting something to have happened with how red your face is."

"We're not in any rush," she mumbled, ignoring Sango's raised eyebrow.

"You have no obligations now, Kagome. You're allowed to choose your own speed."

"Maybe I'm enjoying the speed," she argued, tucking a wayward curl behind her ear. "Like you said, no obligations, so we can take our time. There's no pressure, and aside from Jaken, no objections."

"Keh! Just bring a bag of rocks with you next time," Inuyasha called from across the camp. "Or a really big stick." The women started at the interruption, Sango immediately berating him for eavesdropping. "See if I help next time!"

"Just because you can listen doesn't mean you should!" Sango scolded, threatening to use a stick on him.

Kagome caught Sesshoumaru's eye, blushing at his knowing smirk but not looking away. She indulged in the sight, a smile tugging at her lips a moment before Sango wrapped her arm around her neck, pulling her back into hushed conversation, fully aware that he could hear every word.

And trying to ignore the resulting chuckle when she asked about why there were always leaves in her hair when they returned from their walks.

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It was a mistake.

Sesshoumaru was smirking, Inuyasha was cursing, and Miroku was grinning like an idiot. "Well, this is certainly an interesting development," the monk chuckled.

Sango groaned and smacked him upside the back of his head. "Not everyone is a perv like you," she said.

"But my dear," he argued, "Lord Sesshoumaru called her—"

"Kagome."

She would've blanched if there wasn't so much blood rushing to her face. Why did he have to say her name like that? The fact that he was holding out his hand, fully expecting her to take it, wasn't helping either, but what else could she do but take it?

Sango smothered Inuyasha's protests as their fingers intertwined, telling him to grow up before threatening them both with Hiraikotsu.

"Do you have to call me that?" Kagome asked, trying to ignore the glint in his eyes.

"It is your name, is it not?"

She pursed her lips. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the fact that he knew made it worse. Or better—she hadn't figured out which yet. "Well, yeah, but—"

"Does calling each other by our chosen names not show our connection?" he continued.

"Yes, but—"

"Do you not wish to show our connection, Kagome?"

She grabbed onto his collar, close to shaking him. "Would you stop already? You're doing that on purpose!"

He had the audacity to chuckle. "Perhaps." Nimble claws combed through her hair, brushing it over her shoulder. "There is another name I wish to call you, but it is not yet time for that, so you will have to live with me using your name for now."

She wanted to question him on that, but the moment was interrupted by Miroku barreling through them, Inuyasha hot on his heels, threatening to separate his hands from his body.

Kagome groaned, ready to chastise both of them, but Sesshoumaru leaned close, using the chaos to steal a kiss and leaving her speechless—and a little breathless.

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Even faced with dismemberment, the monk had refused to let it go, engaging him in conversation that constantly brought up Kagome's name.

Sesshoumaru had revelled in it, though only due to his intended's delicious reaction. He found he enjoyed teasing her. The discovery of his identity had put them through a rough patch, and no matter how many observations he made, his lack of knowledge of human females had not aided him in preventing the initial argument.

Which was why he was slightly more inclined to listen to the monk's advice.

His anecdotes were not to be taken seriously, especially given the slayer's reaction, but every so often, he would feign interest, biting back a smirk when he caught the tail-end of Kagome's horrified expression.

She couldn't decipher whether he was taking said advice seriously, and each time she got close enough to listen in, Sesshoumaru would murmur her name, causing her to turn on her heel, face flushed as she marched to the other end of their campsite.

The monk caught on quite quickly, noticing the pattern of behaviour, and lowered his voice after her latest exit. "I'm glad you're taking this so seriously, my lord."

Sesshoumaru quirked an eyebrow, wondering which tangent he would go off on this time, but his expression was solemn.

"Lady Kagome is very precious to us," he continued, leaning against his staff. "She gives her affection freely but loves deeply, so we hate to see her taken advantage of."

Reading between the lines, Sesshoumaru flipped his hair over his shoulder. "She is more than capable of seeing through any ruse that would seek to victimize her. Even those laced in magic and deceit."

"So it seems," the monk mused, glancing over his shoulder. "We only wish for her happiness."

"Then we are in agreement."

The man's expression softened, and he offered Sesshoumaru a genuine smile before it grew into something more lecherous. Turning around, he sauntered back over to the women. "Lady Kagome! Tell us again how you won the heart of the elusive Western Lord! He informs me that you swept him off his feet at first glance."

Kagome scowled at her friend, then caught his eye, and a feral smirk tilted the corner of his mouth. Hers fell open when he didn't deny the monk's claim, leaving her a sputtering mess as his brother groaned from a distance.

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She'd known it would happen eventually. It hadn't been something she'd counted on, but being away from the village for so long was a clear indication of what was to come.

Kouga never did have any tact.

He was a wonderful friend, protective and loyal to the end, but there were certain boundaries he liked to push—or was completely unaware of. Miroku had quickly figured out that touching her in that way would lead to the loss of a limb, but Kouga never listened to anyone long enough for any advice to sink in.

She found it slightly ironic that he'd shown up the one time Sesshoumaru had been off with Shippou, but maybe the wolf had planned it that way. He was cocky, but he was still an alpha, and being around another of the same standing always put them on edge.

He landed gracefully on Inuyasha's shoulders, shoving the hanyou not-so-gracefully into the dirt before approaching her. "Kagome! How's my woman? Took me forever to find you."

Kagome kept her hands firmly clasped behind her back so as not to encourage him. "Hello, Kouga. Did you need something specific from me?"

He raised an eyebrow, then slung his arm over her shoulders. "Do I need an excuse to see my favourite girl?" Miroku and Sango cleared their throats, but Inuyasha pulled himself off the ground first.

"I always knew you were a moron, but I didn't think yer nose was broken too." He grabbed the wolf's arm before he could blink, yanking him away from her. She shot him a grateful smile, edging away from the pair. Kouga was harmless, but considering what had happened when her scent had disappeared, she was a little worried about what Sesshoumaru's reaction might be.

She'd always hated when Inuyasha and Kouga fought over her, their jealousy on full display, but Sesshoumaru's possessiveness was…different. There was a softer side to it, and she knew he had her best interests at heart—and wasn't throwing his weight around just to come out on top.

Heat rose to her face at the memory of their recent walk, and she rubbed her neck. She could still feel the pressure of his lips against her skin, and though he hadn't left a mark, he'd left something.

Unfortunately, Kouga misinterpreted her reaction and let out a victorious yelp as he dodged Inuyasha's claws. "Check it out, mutt-face. She's so happy to see me, she's blushing."

All three humans collectively groaned.

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Inuyasha was less inclined to let things drop, and for once, Kagome was grateful. Keeping Kouga engaged meant he spent less time wooing her, and she still wasn't sure when Sesshoumaru would be back.

Things still felt new and exciting, and though there was no reason for him not to trust her, she wasn't about to push her luck.

She'd never understand how some people enjoyed being fought over. Yuka had shared her view, but for some reason, Ayumi had revelled in it, going as far as to date several boys at once just to see which one was willing to go the extra mile.

No one had gotten hurt, save for their pride, and Kagome secretly hoped her friend had grown out of it by now. Considering those involved with her had claws and fangs, Kagome knew someone was liable to get hurt or even dismembered if things continued.

She'd never enjoyed the fighting, but she hadn't been entirely truthful with Kouga when they'd first met. Things had been tumultuous with Inuyasha, and the wolf's attention had done a lot to bolster her battered heart.

But things were different now, and he didn't deserve to be led on.

Inuyasha landed a hit, sending Kouga flying into a tree with a sickening crunch. The hanyou rolled his wrist, stepping between them, claws still bared. "Back off, wolf-breath. I ain't gonna tell you again."

"Kags," he whined, rubbing his head as he leaned against the trunk. "Tell him I just wanna spend time with my woman." Inuyasha growled, but Kagome laid a hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

"Both of you cut it out," she said. Kouga grinned, crossing his arms, his expression turning smug, but she didn't let him speak. "Both of you, Kouga-kun."

His smirk turned to a pout, and he finally got to his feet. "I'm just trying to show ya what it means to be mine."

Kagome's eyes finally hardened. "I'm not yours."

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Kouga paused, smile faltering for a moment before he flipped his ponytail over his shoulder. "I know you're not ready to settle down yet, Kags."

She sighed, shaking her head. "It's not that, Kouga-kun." Sango and Miroku looked between the trio, then shrugged. The brunt of the fight had subsided, and now that they didn't have to worry about someone losing an eye, they busied themselves with preparing camp for the night. Sesshoumaru and Shippou would return with their kill soon, so they started digging a hole to set up their fire.

Kouga paid them no mind, his eyes on her, his prize, undeterred by her dismissal.

"Yer gonna have to make it more obvious than that," Inuyasha muttered. "And if he gets handsy again, I'm throwing him into another tree." She expected him to join the others, but he remained beside her, arms crossed to keep himself from following through on his threat.

She didn't want to hurt the wolf's feelings, but Inuyasha was right. If she didn't put her foot down and make him understand, it wouldn't just be his feelings that got hurt. "I'm not yours," she repeated. "I never was. And I never will be."

Kouga only chuckled. "I can change your mind."

She vehemently shook her head. "I don't want you to change my mind. There is no continuation of our story because there was never a beginning." She stood firm, willing him to understand.

"I can give you the world—"

"I don't want it! I'm perfectly content with what little I have," she said. "I don't want the moon or the stars or the world on a platter."

His eyes finally lost their glow, one foot tapping in agitation. "Then I'll give you that instead." She wanted to throw something at him, to storm up to him and beat him into the ground. Maybe Inuyasha had a point with all of their physical altercations. "Come on, Kags, I know you care about me."

"I do," she agreed. "As a friend. Nothing more."

"Then what is it?" He was getting desperate now, and she could sense Inuyasha's frustration.

"You never asked."

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Kouga snorted. "I don't need to ask. Yer perfect. We're perfect together."

"Perfection doesn't exist, Kouga-kun. Especially in relationships." She pointed to Sango and Miroku and then herself and Inuyasha. "They're messy and meant to be so. You have to work at them. Every day. And something that worked the first time may not work the second time, but that's okay. You put it behind you and keep going."

She tilted her head, giving Inuyasha a sombre smile. "And sometimes you realize that what you thought was best for you is actually tearing you apart." Golden eyes flickered her way. "But you have to figure that out yourself. It can't come from anyone else."

Inuyasha's arms tightened across his chest, and he gave her a curt nod. He'd been the same way once, spouting off promises in the hopes it would be enough to keep them together. And it had taken them a lot to realize just how bad things were before their relationship had shifted.

He knew, but he didn't know, and she wasn't sure if she could ever tell him. He'd dealt with enough guilt when it came to Kikyou. He didn't need to know just how close to death it had brought her.

Sesshoumaru only knew because he'd been there. His involvement had been forced, and she'd sworn him to secrecy, though she doubted he'd have said anything even if she hadn't.

It was the kind of thing that only caused more hurt if the truth was revealed and the blame was laid at the feet of those responsible. Inuyasha had thought her feelings had shifted because she'd been tired of catching him with Kikyou, and she'd let him continue to believe it, not wanting him to realize his actions had almost caused the death of his best friend.

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"You heard her," Inuyasha said, assuming her silence was due to Kouga's stubbornness and unwillingness to listen. "She don't want ya, she ain't yours. Now fuck off before I make ya." It wasn't the best send-off, but maybe it was needed for Kouga to finally understand.

"You're just jealous that she's always happy to see me," the wolf countered.

Then again, maybe not.

Kagome audibly groaned, running a hand down her face. Their bickering was giving her a headache. She knew Kouga was bullheaded, but she didn't think he was this ignorant, especially when it came to her feelings. "Inuyasha is right, Kouga-kun. If you're not planning on listening, you can leave."

Kouga clicked his tongue. "I am listenin', Kags. But rules dictate that until someone has claimed ya, you're fair game."

She bristled, power flaring. "I'm not some piece of meat to be fought over," she ground out. "I'm a person, and I belong to no one."

Inuyasha's snort blew her hair into her face. "Don't let the bastard hear that. You might hurt his feelings."

She flushed, kicking him in the shin. "So not the time for that."

His hands came up in surrender. "It ain't a joke. He's made a claim, just not one that bonehead over there can sense, and your power is like fucking catnip, even without the jewel."

Her brows raised, and she finally turned toward him. "Is that why you've been so grouchy lately?"

Inuyasha made a face, then purposely gagged. "Hell no! I don't care about that shit. You'll always be Kagome first."

"But you just said—"

"How would you like it if your best friend constantly smelled like your brother?"

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She flushed again, wondering how far Sesshoumaru's claim went. Why was it enough for Inuyasha but not Kouga? Was it only because he'd witnessed the claim for himself?

She glanced at Sango and Miroku, the former glaring at the wolf, fingers twitching against the hilt of her sword. She looked ready to enter the fight at a moment's notice. Kagome wasn't the only one fed up with Kouga's shenanigans. But this wasn't Sango's fight, nor was it Inuyasha's, and he would keep coming back if she didn't put her foot down now. And next time would likely end in bloodshed.

She patted Inuyasha's chest. "Thanks. I've got it from here."

Inuyasha's gaze flickered between her and the wolf. "Ya sure?"

Kagome raised an eyebrow in what she hoped was a passable impression of his brother. "Don't you trust me?"

"He's the one who can't keep his hands to himself. Or his fuckin' mouth shut." He raised his voice, making sure Kouga heard the second part, and the wolf bristled.

"Don't start with me, mutt-face. The adults are talking."

Kagome sighed, pressing her hand into her friend's chest to keep him from engaging in Kouga's taunt. Inuyasha rolled his shoulders, trying to dispel his agitation, but he kept his eyes on her. "He's doin' that on purpose so I'll fight him. He wants to show off."

"I know."

"I ain't gonna give him the satisfaction."

"Thank you." She offered him a genuine smile, and his ears flattened before he walked toward the fire, slumping down next to Sango. The slayer patted him on the shoulder before Miroku slung an arm around his neck, congratulating him on his maturity.

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Kagome swore Kouga's tail started wagging the closer she got, and she kept her expression solemn. This needed to be resolved quickly, but his boasts about rules and the more blatant part of a claim had her hesitating.

She wanted to handle things herself, but he was making it extremely difficult. Even now, he looked eager, like she was the coveted prize at the bottom of a cereal box. She'd been that way for too long during their search for the shards. Hell, she was still fighting that image.

She gave Kouga a considering look, keeping her legs straight and chin raised. Kneeling would put her at his level, negating everything she'd been trying to tell him until that point. He realized something was off, tail drooping as he looked up at her.

"Kouga-kun, why do you want to be with me?"

He perked up at the chance to prove his adoration—she refused to call it love—and he crossed his legs, resting his chin in his palm. "We're the perfect match. I'm already head of my pack, and with you by my side, no one would even think about tryin' shit."

She stifled a groan. How did she ever think he was a viable option? "Try again. Why do you want to be with me?" The wolf frowned, and her hands went to her hips. "You described how the pack would benefit. What's in it for you? For me?"

"That's easy—"

"I don't want easy, Kouga-kun. I want heartfelt. I'm human. Youkai work off instincts. We work off emotions." Her eyes were hard as she stared him down. "How would you feel if I only married you to protect my village?"

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That gave him pause. His eyes lost their sparkle, and Kagome stood her ground. As much as her instincts bade her to comfort, that was what had gotten her into this mess in the first place.

She wouldn't call herself flighty, but she'd been love-starved as a teen, and Inuyasha's indecisiveness hadn't helped. Kouga had been devoted from the start, and it had bolstered her confidence to have someone chasing her instead of the other way around.

But that was then, and this was now, and she had to get through to him—for both their sakes.

"That's…that's the whole point, Kags," he said, genuinely confused. "I wouldn't choose you if it didn't help the pack. It's my job to protect them. Our job," he amended. He reached for her hand, but Kagome stepped backward, keeping him at a distance. He still hadn't noticed whatever claim Sesshoumaru had put on her, even being this close to him, and she didn't want to witness the daiyoukai's reaction if he showed up and she smelled like someone else.

"I need more than that, Kouga-kun. I need to know you've chosen me for me. That even if the entire world were against us, you'd still go through with it."

"But that's—"

"I don't fault you for not being able to do it," she said, giving him a pained smile. "But it just proves my point. We're looking for different things. We don't match."

Kouga finally got to his feet, brushing dirt off his pelt. "I think we match just fine. You haven't even met the rest of the pack yet. You'd love them."

She bit back her automatic response of 'I'm sure I would'. She had to remain focused. She had to make him see reason. He was more than just bark and brawn—she hoped.

"Are you plannin' on marrying a human?" he asked, cerulean eyes narrowing. "'Cause all youkai are the same."

Relief coursed through her at finding a subject she was well-versed in, and she smirked. "No, they're not."

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Kouga rubbed the back of his head. "Hate to break it to ya, Kags, but that's the whole point of findin' a mate. Humans do it for money and prestige and shit."

Kagome clicked her tongue. "Everyone's capable of bettering themselves. Especially for someone they truly care about." She searched her brain for something that would make him understand. "Would you give up your title for me? If I wanted to travel the world, just us, would you let someone else rule your pack and come with me?"

She saw the conflict in his eyes, felt the hesitation in his aura. "That ain't fair, Kags."

"No, it's not." She sighed but kept her shoulders back. "Would I ever ask you to do that? Of course not, because I know how much your pack means to you. However," she cut in before he could, holding up a hand to halt his response. "My point is that you have to be willing to make those kinds of sacrifices for your mate. Your partner."

It was a foreign word to him. Even with the differences between species, there was still a disconnect between those with power and those without. With youkai, it didn't matter which side had it as long as the mating created more. But Kagome had never cared about power.

"You have to be willing to improve, Kouga-kun. In all the years I've known you, not even your proposal has changed. You keep using the same words and giving me the same promises. I can't accept that." He still looked confused, which just proved her point.

"I don't get it. Any other demon would've been swooning by now."

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Kagome dragged a hand through her hair. "Do you even know how humans propose to each other?"

"Why would I need to know that?"

She was starting to get frustrated. Had he been this obtuse from the start, and she'd just ignored it in favour of having someone choose her? "Understanding your mate is a big part of making sure your relationship lasts. If you don't take the time to get to know them beforehand, how can you claim you love them?"

The trio was still listening, though they were acting as oblivious as they could, Inuyasha going as far as to prod the burning logs with a stick. She doubted Kouga even remembered they were there. "What else do I need to know? You're beautiful, powerful, and are great with kids."

Kagome took a calming breath. "What's my favourite food? Favourite tea blend? Am I allergic to anything? How many layers do I need in the winter?"

Kouga shrank with each question, eventually crossing his arms. "I don't need to know any of that. You can just buy all that stuff yourself. You bein' independent is one of the reasons we work so well."

"What's the best herb to cure a cold? Humans require different healing procedures than youkai Kouga-kun. What if I was too sick to find it myself? Or even speak?" She took a step toward him, eyes blazing. "What if I was feeling sad and needed a pick-me-up? Which flower would you bring me?"

Kouga opened his mouth, but they both jumped when a sprig of lavender was thrust in her face. Kagome blinked in surprise, Shippou grinning up at her. "We're back!"

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Her expression immediately softened. "Thanks, Shippou."

The kit's chest puffed out before instantly deflating. "I wanted to bring you a flower, but I didn't know which one you liked best."

Kouga smirked, mouthing 'I told ya so' behind his back. Kagome didn't get the chance to retort, which would've been a well-placed zap to his tail, as Shippou continued as if he wasn't there.

"Lord Sesshoumaru did, though! He said you like the soft scents the most. Whatever that means." He bounded back to the fire, tugging on Inuyasha's ears before yelling at him about who was supposed to eat their bounty first.

Kagome lifted the bloom to her face, inhaling deeply. The brush of youki signalled the daiyoukai's return, and she shivered as he entered the clearing. She would've scolded him for taking so long, but he closed the distance between them without a passing glance at anyone else. "I take it you enjoyed your gift."

She nodded. "Thank you for thinking of me."

The edge of his lips quirked. "I always think of you, Kagome." A dark flush stained her cheeks. One of these days she'd get used to his attention. Not that she wanted him to stop, but it was odd for him to be so open about it.

"Since when do you call anyone by their first name?"

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She hid her groan behind the lavender, careful not to send any petals flying. She'd been completely sidetracked from discouraging the wolf's advances as soon as Sesshoumaru arrived. Granted, that proved she'd made the right choice in who she wanted for a mate, but she still needed Kouga to understand he had no claim over her.

Where had she left off?

Sesshoumaru turned to Kouga as if only just realizing he was there, and his mask of indifference slid into place. "It is no business of yours what I call her."

Kouga bristled. "It is when she's mine!"

Kagome blanched, looking between the two males. She'd wanted to avoid this confrontation from the start. There wasn't any need for bloodshed, and Kouga wasn't so stupid that he couldn't be deterred with words alone.

She hoped.

Sesshoumaru was territorial, but she wasn't sure where the claim to his intended mate fell within those lines. She blushed slightly at the thought that he was the one to bestow said title upon her, catching Sesshoumaru's eye. "I didn't invite him."

"I am aware."

Kagome breathed a sigh of relief. At least she didn't have to make that particular argument. Sesshoumaru turned his attention back to Kouga, giving him a long, considering look, then wrapped an arm around her waist.

She could feel Kouga's youki rise in response, but it didn't get any further than her ankle before it was snuffed out of existence. The wolf sputtered, mouth hanging open as he stared. "Why him?" he asked, it barely more than a whimper.

Kagome looked up at Sesshoumaru, a bright smile on her face. "He changed."

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She had to hand it to Kouga; he took the news like a champ.

He was still pouting, face lined with confusion between sneaking glances at her, but he hadn't challenged Sesshoumaru to a fight. He was outnumbered—Inuyasha and the rest of them were ready to jump in if needed—but there seemed to be a general acceptance in his attitude.

"I think I got through to him," she said, sighing in relief.

Sesshoumaru chuckled softly. "I will not take your victory away from you, but there is much to be said regarding youkai traditions and courting."

Kagome looked up at him, laying her plate on the ground. Not being in any hurry, they'd decided another night in the area wouldn't hurt, and for once, Inuyasha hadn't put up a fight. She'd initially thought his arguments and pushy attitude during their hunt for the shards were due to not wanting to be caught unawares. He'd never liked staying in one place for too long, constantly pushing them to sleep only as long as they needed to before moving on.

She'd only had snippets of his childhood, mostly because he was so unwilling to share them, but the longer he stayed in one place, the more likely he was to be attacked or had his supplies stolen.

Kagome snorted. No wonder he always scarfed his food down. Youkai were always territorial, but instincts and survival made it worse when pack was involved—and potential mates. She leaned her head against the pelt around her shoulders. "Is that what this is about?"

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Sesshoumaru's expression was smug. "The wolf prince required a more blatant claim."

"More blatant than scent-marking?"

"Hnn."

Dark brows rose. "You're not even going to deny it?" she asked incredulously.

His brow rose in mimicry. "Were you expecting me to?"

Kagome opened her mouth then closed it again. "I don't know. I hadn't realized how obvious you were making it." He leaned closer, nuzzling her temple. He never kissed her in public, but she was fine with it, as she could never contain her reaction when he did. Just the fact that he was seated so close to her was enough. The pelt was just a bonus.

Sesshoumaru eyed Kouga again. "I will make it as obvious as need be to keep the less scrupulous of your acquaintances away." There was a slight growl in his voice, and she felt Kouga's youki retreat again.

She found his hand under the fur, intertwining their fingers as she leaned against his shoulder. "Thank you."

"It is not just for your sake," he said.

"I know." She smiled, heart swelling. "But I still enjoy it." Her eyes fluttered shut in a moment of contentment. "As long as you don't start throwing your weight around like a caveman."

"It is too late for that."

Kagome hummed in question, tilting her head enough so she could meet his gaze. "Oh?"

"Inu-youkai often dwell in caves."

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He made her laugh more than she thought he would. There were those few times when he'd still been wearing the disguise, his lack of understanding of human idioms and sarcasm doing much to lighten the mood, even though it was unintentional.

Kagome couldn't tell if he did it on purpose, but she had a sneaking suspicion that he emphasized his lack of expertise in the area now that he knew he'd get a reaction out of her. She wished there was a way to get him back, but short of over-the-top impressions, she had no idea how to go about it.

He seemed more content just to observe.

She often wondered how much he saw. The small things he'd noticed about her continued to add up, but he'd done the same with Shippou. Hell, he did the same thing with Inuyasha, but that was more to get under his skin than anything else.

Shippou went hunting with him regularly now, though they didn't always bring back something. Shippou said it was about becoming a man, and Sesshoumaru hadn't contradicted him. She'd asked about it later, but Sesshoumaru had been surprisingly tight-lipped, claiming it was not his business to tell.

He'd looked worried, cheek sliding against hers in silent apology, but Kagome had cupped his face and kissed him soundly. "It's alright. I don't expect you to tell me everything," she said.

His eyes continued to search her face, looking for telltale signs that she was upset like before, and she chuckled softly, one hand sliding to the back of his neck. His brows shot up, hands clenching at his sides. "You have been studying."

She grinned. "Sango taught me." She kept her palm flat against his skin. "Did I get it right?"

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She'd thought she'd communicated it better, but the blatant show of trust, in his language, did much for his ego.

They were still rebuilding what had been lost when he'd used the glamour, but she'd told him no questions were off limits. He was less inclined to do so while the others were around, but Rin and Shippou seemed a little safer.

A little less judgemental.

Kouga had eventually slunk away, eyes still lingering as he promised to check in on them after reporting back to his pack, and the tension had eased. Even Jaken seemed to have calmed down, though that might've been due to Rin threatening him with a stick. It was half the size of his staff, but Rin could make herself look like a giant when needed, and the vassal's loyalty outshone his prejudice.

It made hanging out together more tolerable, giving Inuyasha, Sango, and Miroku time to focus on exterminating lesser demons without their help. Shippou and Rin were too young, and Sesshoumaru seemed less inclined to participate than when they were hunting for shards.

He claimed his help wasn't necessary. Kagome liked to think it was because he'd found something worthwhile to protect. Either way, Jaken had been roped into more responsibilities back at the shiro, offering to take them on personally so Sesshoumaru could spend more time with them. He still spoke most of his reports directly to the daiyoukai, but there had been a few instances where Kagome's input had been required.

Jaken had been chagrined to ask, but even he knew his limitations. Kagome tried to bolster his confidence by pretending to be unsure of her answer and relying on his instincts for the final decision, hoping it would soften the blow when she moved into the shiro.

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Sesshoumaru had offered up his hair so she could show Rin how to braid. Kagome's hair almost reached her waist now, but it was much easier to teach someone when the hair was in front of you.

"See? You always fold it over the middle piece," she said. Rin's small hands got tangled in the strands, forcing her to pull it out and start again. The girl's tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth when she concentrated, focusing instead on a smaller section. She eventually braided it all the way down, and Kagome used a piece of string to tie it off. "There! You did it."

Rin's face lit up, and she showed it to Sesshoumaru, laying it over his shoulder. "Look! I did it all by myself!"

"Very good, Rin." A little praise went a long way, and soon the girl was running through the field, collecting flowers so she could decorate him further.

Kagome combed her fingers through his hair, doing a similar braid on the other side before clasping the rest together. "Do you mind if I keep going?" His lack of response was all she needed, separating his hair into different sections.

"Yours is different from Rin's," he said after a while.

"There are different kinds of braids. The one I taught her is for beginners." She continued to twist his hair together, weaving in the smaller braids on each side until she ran out of strands. Managing to hold it all together, she wrapped more string around the tips, then leaned back on her heels, admiring her work.

"You will have to let me return the favour," he murmured, draping the braid over his shoulder to inspect it.

She smiled at the thought of his claws in her hair. "That would be nice, but you don't have to. It's not a competition."

The back of his claws brushed against her neck, lethal points teasing her skin. "Grooming is part of the courting process, Kagome."

She flushed. How could she have forgotten?

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Rin soon returned with a bundle of flowers, pink petals trailing behind her. After gushing over Kagome's braid—and begging her to teach her the complicated one later—the girl sat down and started using her knowledge to braid the stems together.

She worked hard, Shippou eventually joining in, though his kept falling apart. Rin giggled and set hers down, pointing out his mistakes. "You have to be careful of your claws, Shippou-kun. If the stems are too short, it won't work." The kit nodded, grabbing more from the pile and starting again.

Rin had a crown ready in no time, placing it on Kagome's head before starting on another. "Why don't all flowers smell?" Shippou asked, not looking up from his crown.

"It depends on the kind of flower it is," Kagome replied. "And the season it blooms in. There are even some flowers that smell horrible," she added. Both children looked up, mouths open as they processed that information.

"Why would a flower smell bad?" Rin asked. "Flowers are flowers. They're meant to smell pretty." Kagome shrugged, not having a concrete answer.

"It is a defence mechanism," Sesshoumaru supplied, still leaning against the tree. "Predators are less likely to come near it if they do not enjoy its scent." Shippou accepted it without argument, but Rin pondered the information, moving closer to put some of the leftover flowers into Sesshoumaru's braid.

"Are there some animals like enjoy the stinky ones?"

"Everyone has different preferences, Rin-chan," Kagome said. "It's like when we make food for everyone. You and Shippou like a lot of the same things, but there are some things you don't like that Shippou-chan doesn't."

"Like grapes!" she supplied, making a face. "Ah-Un likes those more than me. They're too sour."

Kagome chuckled. "Exactly."

Rin paused, Sesshoumaru's brain now sporting an array of blooms. "What's your favourite smell, Sesshoumaru-sama?"

Shippou snickered, accidentally cutting off one of his flowers. "I know."

Rin's eyebrows rose, and she immediately started berating her friend, demanding the answer. Kagome looked at Sesshoumaru questioningly when Shippou refused, saying it was a secret between men.

Amber darkened to burnt honey, his gaze intense and clear, and she flushed down to her toes.

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They didn't need it for warmth, but having a fire at night had become commonplace, light flickering along the ground and trees. Kagome shifted her weight, rolling her shoulders as she unrolled more of the parchment.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" Inuyasha asked from a branch above.

"I will soon," she replied. "The story is just getting interesting." She hadn't had time to read the scroll Sesshoumaru had brought back from his home, and truthfully, she was too embarrassed to read it while he was around. He'd given it to her before the debacle with his disguise, and while her trust was well on its way to being rebuilt, she didn't want to admit how oblivious she'd been to his interest back then.

The story was something akin to a fairy tale, and though she had a feeling it wasn't going to have a happy ending, she remained hopeful there would at least be a resolution to the growing conflict between the two sisters.

He'd had to return to the shiro again, another round of Jaken's squawks informing them that his continued absence was drawing the attention of the neighbouring lords. She wanted it to be a ruse, but the sigh that had escaped his lips had told her Jaken spoke the truth. He promised to return as soon as possible, but she knew the balance of power was precarious and that things would take a while to settle down.

She clicked her tongue, thumbing the edge of the scroll. He'd done so much for her since his identity had been revealed, and while she missed him dearly, she wanted to make the most of him being gone.

She wanted to give him something in return.

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What did you get a daiyoukai that had everything? The thought had plagued her for days. She'd bought another batch of his favourite tea blend, but it seemed so ordinary that she immediately dismissed it as an actual gift. She chewed on her lip, searching her brain for something significant enough to catch his attention.

She asked Inuyasha about it, but he made a face before gagging. "How the hell should I know? I ain't the guy's keeper."

Kagome scowled at him, kicking a stone off the path. "I meant in a youkai way. If I get him a human gift, it wouldn't mean as much."

He sighed, hands stuffed into his sleeves. "I was raised by humans. And Mom never really talked about it. She thought the less I knew, the better I'd get along with them."

Miroku slung his arm around Inuyasha's neck. "And you have done so well for yourself, my friend! You found a family all on your own." The hanyou struggled to escape his hold, but the monk dragged him away, recalling all his triumphs as Sango sidled up next to her.

"Symbols are important," she said, Kirara mewing from her shoulder.

"Metaphorically or literally?" she asked.

"Both, but the second leads to the first." She pulled out her sword, pointing to the crest etched into the hilt. "Every lord, youkai or human, creates their own symbol. Either to strike fear or reverence into those who cross them." She went on to tell her about how her father had done the same, using it to spread the word of their family business. "He never wanted it stained in blood," she admitted, "but people knew who to turn to when they had a problem with youkai infestations."

"Until you took over," Kagome said, nudging her in the side.

Sango blushed slightly. "We stopped being assassins for hire," she agreed. "Though Kohaku has been better at enforcing that than anyone else."

"How's his training been going?" she asked, ignoring Inuyasha's spurts of anger, Miroku refusing to release him.

"It keeps him focused, which he needs." Sango sighed, shoulders slumping. "I worry about him a lot."

Kagome squeezed her friend's arm. "Which is why he's been working so hard to make you proud."

Sango gave her a grateful smile, then shook her head. "You always turn things around when people are trying to help you. Stop changing the subject so we can come up with something for you to give Lord Sesshoumaru."

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The seamstress eyed her warily, looking between her and Inuyasha. "I don't normally sell such things to humans."

Inuyasha opened his mouth to blast her, but Kagome intervened, stepping between them before violence was the only option. "I can pay you."

"I'm sure you can, but if I sold this to every person who wandered into my stall—"

"We're here on purpose, ya ungrateful wench," Inuyasha snapped, hand tightening around the hilt of Tessaiga. "Now give us what we want or—"

Shippou jumped on Inuyasha's head, shoving him back before one of his statues appeared on his chest, pinning him to the ground. "Would you shut up for once?" Inuyasha's curses were ignored as the kit approached the stall. "I'm the one who needs it, but we weren't sure if you'd sell it to me."

The seamstress' eyes widened as Shippou grabbed Kagome's hand. "You have the strangest family, miko-sama."

Kagome flushed but raised her chin. "I'm proud of all of them. Even if some have more manners than others."

Inuyasha groaned, resigning himself to being a doormat for the rest of their visit. "I was only tryin' to help!"

"In what way?" the other three chorused.

Shippou shook his head, which barely reached the edge of the stall, even with his recent growth spurt. "Please? I'm starting to outgrow my pants, and I don't want to worry her so much."

The seamstress didn't seem convinced, but she relented, and Kagome was glad she'd decided to bring Shippou with her, mouthing a silent 'thank you' when her back was turned. "Are you wanting the same colour?" she asked.

Kagome shook her head, and Shippou grinned. "Let's go for something different. Mama wants to make it from scratch." He pointed to a familiar shade of purple, and Kagome struggled to hide her blush as he added ivory thread to the order.

The boy was far too smart for his own good.

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She wasn't sure how long she had before Sesshoumaru returned, but she knew she wouldn't be able to hide it once he did, so Kagome forewent sleep in favour of finishing it as quickly as possible.

Inuyasha was strangely accommodating when it came to the task; he kept the fire burning into the night so she could see the stitching and didn't gripe when it took her longer to get going in the morning.

Maybe he was more in tune with youkai traditions than she thought.

Or maybe he just didn't want to get into a fight with his brother.

She smiled at the thought; the last time they'd actually come to blows was when she'd found out about Sesshoumaru's disguise. It wasn't the best memory, but Inuyasha's willingness to take on the daiyoukai simply to keep her safe lightened the load.

Turning her head, she caught Inuyasha's gaze from his perch in the tree. A brow rose in question, and she mouthed, 'I love you' so as not to wake the children sleeping at her feet. His cheeks turned pink, ears twitching madly, but he leaned back against the tree. "Kinda weird for you to be sayin' so when you're working on that," he whispered.

She shrugged, then went back to her sewing. "It's different."

"Keh, I sure hope so. I don't feel like havin' his claws go through my chest again."

Shippou and Rin stirred but didn't wake, turning over on their sides, hands still clasped together. She waited until their breathing evened out before replying. "He wouldn't do that."

Another snort ruffled his bangs. "The only reason the wolf left in one piece is 'cause you were already cuttin' him down."

"It was a composed discussion—"

"—and he hadn't touched you." Kagome scowled up at him, but he just shrugged. "There's a difference. The wolf was just runnin' his mouth, so he wasn't a threat."

She pursed her lips, wanting to argue to point, but the image of Sesshoumaru's reaction when she'd put on the helix crossed her mind, and she bit her tongue.

Death was one thing. Being stolen by someone else was another.

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"Do you think he'll like it?" she asked, flattening the fabric out in front of her.

"There's liking, and there's liking, Kagome-sama," Miroku replied, wiggling his eyebrows.

She met Sango's gaze, and they both rolled their eyes. "Not the reaction I'm going for."

"It is not?"

Sango smacked him upside the head but was distracted by Inuyasha trying to fish, sighing as she got to her feet. "Try to be supportive without being a lech," she said, grabbing her sword.

Kagome had positioned herself far enough away from the river so any wayward splashes wouldn't ruin her hard work, and she played with the hem of one sleeve.

"What is your intent with such an obvious symbol?" Miroku asked, his hands remaining in his lap for once. "It won't go unnoticed."

"I know," she replied, leaning back on her hands with a sigh. "I want him to notice."

"Do I sense a 'but'?"

She shook her head. "Not really. He's made his claim, so I wanted to make one of my own." Her voice trailed off at the end of the confession, heat creeping into her cheeks. "Should I be worried?"

Her friend chuckled. "Not in the slightest, Kagome-sama. From what I've gathered from my lovely wife, youkai are the most protective of those they care about. How they act out said protection can be volatile, but I've yet to sense any such danger from him."

They watched Sango and Inuyasha for a while, biting back their laughter when a fish that looked suspiciously like Shippou leapt out of the water and squirted the hanyou in the face. He jumped in after it but was quickly swept downstream, leaving Sango to grab Kirara before she could rescue him. Ah-Un didn't even twitch.

"I think you should be prepared," Miroku said eventually, "for what Sesshoumaru-sama's reaction will be when he sees it. He isn't as cold-blooded as people perceive him to be." Kagome rubbed the side of her neck, and the monk gave her a knowing look, causing her face to flame before she could shove him away.

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The work back home had taken close to a fortnight, and though he required sleep, all Sesshoumaru could think of was getting back to her.

His father was likely rolling over in his grave at the thought of his stalwart son putting anyone's needs above his own, but his question of, "Do you have something to protect?" was never far from his mind.

Like all of his father's teachings, Sesshoumaru had brushed it off at first, but he'd been just as defenceless against Rin's charm when she'd given him that annoyingly cheerful toothless grin. He'd initially turned away from her decimated form after the wolf attack, the stench of blood bothering him for once, but the pulse of Tenseiga at his hip had been more than enough reason to turn back.

She'd forced him to acknowledge he had a soft spot for the toad as well, though he'd never claim as much—and he doubted it was far above the dragon's position. Rin had claimed them all, even without knowing the intricacies of what pack entailed. And once she'd caught sight of the miko, the branches of her found family had extended.

She'd never say as much, but subtle nuances—fleeting looks, hesitating steps, a simple inquiry of their well-being—forced him to seek out his brother's companions again and again. To the point of offering up his protection.

He doubted Rin was even aware of the pull she had on him.

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He'd lied to himself long after he'd saved the miko from the poison-master. Rin had been one thing—she was a child who'd borne no ill will and hadn't instigated the attack.

The miko was the cause of the land's strife and their constant dealings with the spider hanyou. She'd been the one to shatter the jewel. She was the one who insisted on involving innocents in a fight that they had no part in.

Their first encounter was due to his obsession with his father's sword—and his legacy. He'd wanted nothing more than to eradicate the scourge that was his brother from the face of the earth, all while claiming his birthright.

There had been no hold on him back then, nothing to slow down his pursuit of conquest. He'd killed without forethought or mercy, leaving a trail of blood and devastation, and his name fearfully whispered behind him.

He'd gone after Naraku for personal revenge, the stench of the poison drawing him nearer until he'd realized the danger the miko had been in. Then the obnoxious, infuriating little female had thanked him for saving her and stopped his brother from retaliating. As if he'd done it on purpose.

His claws raked through his hair as he sped through the horizon, youki licking his heels as he scanned the area.

How had she seen through him even then?

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He'd given up being subtle about his entrance. The children were always happy to see him, and while his brother feigned indifference, the tension in his shoulders eased once Sesshoumaru's feet touched the ground.

He was greedy, if nothing else, as Kagome's unfiltered expression of surprised joy was always that more potent when she wasn't given time to process his arrival.

She smiled for everyone, some more exasperated than others, but there was a slight twitch to the right side of her mouth, a brightness that lingered in her eyes when it was directed at him. Sometimes, her packmates caught it, resulting in playful jabs and endless teasing, but it never dwindled, never failing to bring a delightful blush to her cheeks.

He revelled in it.

The children launched themselves at him the moment he touched down, alternating between chastising him for being away so long and being excited at his return. He placated them as best he could, the weight of his hand on their heads doing much to settle their nerves.

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The camp was strangely quiet, an odd tension hanging in the air, and a flash of red caught his eye. Blinking to adjust to the flickering light of their fire, a growl caught in his throat when he realized a collection of clothes was hanging by the flames, Kagome's robes amongst them.

If her clothes had been soiled, she would be wearing the monk's outer layer again.

The man raised his hand in greeting as if to taunt him. As if the cool lavender of his kesa wasn't wrapped around his intended's form. Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed as he stepped forward, intent on relieving the monk of one of his limbs, but Kagome stepped between them, offering him that soft smile, fingers playing with the end of her sleeves.

Sleeves? The monk's robes did not have sleeves.

"Welcome back," she murmured. Her fingers were clasped tightly together, but her head was held high, and he finally took in her appearance, suddenly finding it hard to swallow.

She was wearing his symbol.

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The fabric was expertly made, youki running through the fibres, but his eyes were drawn to the ivory thread in the shape of plum blossoms adorning her shoulders. The hexagons were slightly lopsided, but only to the trained eye, and desire hit him in the gut.

She'd made it herself.

On purpose.

For him.

The red had been necessary for battle. A way to intimidate his enemies and forewarn them of their demise. He'd had no need for it lately, resorting to softer hues of purple, as was his birthright.

It was the same shade the miko wore now.

His jaw tightened as he mentally shook his head. No, she was no mere miko. Every fibre of his being screamed in denial of such a paltry title. She was his—and was blatantly proclaiming it as such.

He stalked toward her, arms stiff, almost faltering as her pupils dilated. She stared up at him, unblinking, heartbeat increasing, though if it was from nerves or anticipation, he couldn't say.

The words he wanted to say wouldn't form, his arm snaking around her waist and pulling her flush with his chest. She gasped, the spell breaking, but she didn't push him away, didn't deny him.

And then they were gone.

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Inuyasha snorted, brushing leaves from his hair from the force of Sesshoumaru's exit. "Guess that answers that question."

"What question?" Rin asked innocently, comfortably seated in Sango's lap while she braided her hair.

The slayer chuckled. "Sesshoumaru-sama liked his present."

A freckle-covered nose scrunched in confusion. "I still don't understand how Kagome-san making clothes for herself is a present for Sesshoumaru-sama." She looked up at Sango. "You even helped cut the pieces out. Shouldn't it be from both of you?"

Sango clicked her tongue, trying to decide on the best way to explain it. "Sesshoumaru-sama provides you with food and shelter and clothing, right?" The girl nodded, eager to understand. "Well, he isn't just doing that for you. Sometimes, the best gifts are taking care of ourselves."

"He'll be taking care of something," Miroku muttered. Sango didn't even have to respond, Inuyasha and Shippou taking turns pummeling him into the dirt.

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Kagome didn't have time to process being removed from camp, her mind spinning as Sesshoumaru's mouth covered hers. Claws dug into her skin, but it only heightened her awareness, desperation clinging to them as the wind whipped their hair into a frenzy.

Desire spawned many emotions. The need to succeed, to protect, to survive; but nothing was as potent as this. It left her weak, stealing her breath with every swipe of his tongue. Her skin was overheated, but she knew the chill would return if he pulled away for even a second, and a soft whimper escaped her lips.

His growl reverberated in her ears, sending shivers down her spine, but even as the sharp tang of her blood hit her tongue, she only pulled him closer.

Their surroundings didn't matter; all she wanted—all she needed was him, and as the spark of youki rose goosebumps on her skin, she was lifted off her feet and pinned against something hard.

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She wasn't sure what his reaction would be. Miroku hadn't stopped making suggestive remarks, each one making her blush harder, ending with another bump on his head from Sango. Inuyasha was just as affected, but he was still processing his best friend and brother being together.

He was better than before, but that was because she'd had yet to complain about Sesshoumaru's affections. Deep down, she knew Inuyasha cared about her happiness, even if he wasn't as vocal about it as he should be. She couldn't fault him for it; he'd been raised to survive, and any connections he'd had as a child had been severed after the death of his mother.

She wished she could change the past for him, but even if the chance was presented to her on a silver platter, she knew she'd refuse. If Inuyasha had been more emotionally available, Sesshoumaru would've had no reason to follow her into the village, no unsatiated curiosity to quell.

She wouldn't change that for the world.

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"Devious wench," he muttered, latching onto her neck.

Kagome let out a breathy giggle, arms wrapping around broad shoulders. "I take it you like your present?" A growl sent electricity shooting through her, leaving her toes tingling as he adjusted her position. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, but there were still too many layers in the way, and she slipped her hands under his collar.

"You are lucky I have so much control." The drag of his fangs left her gasping. "Or your pack would have had to vacate the premises themselves."

She shuddered at the thought, but part of her was thrilled that it had affected him so much. The only problem was that he was aware of every shift in her aura: the way her insides clenched, the way her nails dug into the back of his neck.

A dark chuckle escaped his lips, and no gold remained in his eyes when he pulled back. "You are the essence of purity, yet such lewd thoughts excite you?" He ground against her, erection straining through his clothes. "I should have taken you sooner."

Her hips bucked, thighs tightening around him, and she sucked in a ragged breath before meeting his gaze. "Yes, you should've."

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He devoured her with the next kiss, youki pulsing with the need to consume, and Kagome pulled more insistently at his clothes. She wasn't sure if she'd let him pull away long enough to actually remove it, but she needed to touch more of him.

It came out as a whispered plea, and claws dug into her hips as sleeves were ripped free. Her hands weren't idle, tracing the lines of his body as she arched against him, trying to do the same. Her obi slithered to the ground, but he stopped her from pulling the kimono off.

"I would not have you divest yourself of my claim so quickly." He opened it enough to get a better look at her, cold air washing over heated skin, the goosebumps returning as crimson eyes roamed her body.

He shifted her weight, claws slicing through her underwear before the tips fell away and one was thrust inside her. Kagome gripped his arms. She was more than ready for him, but he was intent on making it more so, finding a particularly sensitive spot before adding a second finger.

She writhed, still pinned against the tree, kimono falling open and bunching around her elbows. Her hips naturally rolled against the intrusion, seeking more than what his fingers were able to give, and her pleas increased until she couldn't see, muscles clenching as he brought her right to the edge.

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She could feel his eyes on her as she writhed, panting as she used the grip on his arms as leverage. The edge of his knuckles brushed against her folds, teasing sensitive flesh as she whined for more. Pupils dilating, he added a second finger, scissoring them inside her as he searched for the place that would leave her reeling.

He leaned forward, fangs brushing the underside of her ear as his rhythm increased. "You wrapped yourself up so nicely for This One, Kagome. It would be a shame if you came unravelled too quickly."

She turned her head swiftly, claiming his mouth in a kiss that had both their chests heaving by the time they pulled back. "I wasn't expecting to come out of it in one piece." She watched as the gold of his eyes disappeared, something far more feral taking its place.

He shoved his fingers deeper, adding a third one for good measure, and she cried out as a wave of pleasure washed over her, her body shuddering in the aftermath.

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She breathed deeply, attempting to drag enough oxygen into her lungs to replenish what she'd lost, but it was difficult to do so when he was touching her as he was. His fingers were still inside her, but the pad of his thumb was pressed firmly against her clit, alternating with teasing circles every time she caught her breath.

Her head fell back against the tree, nails digging into his arms as she gasped his name. The marks on his cheeks had turned jagged, and she could feel how close he was to losing control.

Reaching gingerly between them, she removed his hand, ignoring the embarrassment creeping into her cheeks as she pulled him closer. A brow quirked in question a moment before her tongue slid between the two glistening digits. A growl echoed around them as she licked them clean, teeth scraping the tips before she took them into her mouth.

His arousal electrified her senses, the pressure of his youki almost like an extra set of hands, and she rolled her body as she looked up at him, pulling his fingers from her mouth with a lewd pop. "Please. I need you."

She wasn't sure if her kimono would make it out of the altercation, but at this point, she didn't care. She was done with the teasing. She needed him.

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He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as he pressed their bodies together. He was beyond control at this point, the scent of her desperation only stoking the flames she'd already created.

He hiked her up higher, forcing the bark to dig into her soft flesh as he ground himself against her, coating his erection in what was left of her release. He wanted nothing more than to drive into her, to feel the same clench of her muscles around his cock that he'd felt around his fingers, but he knew he had to be careful.

He wanted more than one round.

He continued to grind, leaving her completely at his mercy until his length glistened with arousal, and yet she still did not complain. He was sure no gold remained in his eyes, the smooth lines of his stripes cut like jagged claw marks across his skin. But there was no fear in her scent, no wavering in her conviction, and it only threatened his resolve that much more.

The head of his cock bumped against her clit, and she moaned, thighs clenching as they were draped over his hips. Her pleas became more desperate, body shaking with the need for relief, and he reached between them, gripping his length to steady himself before the head disappeared inside her.

They both groaned.

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It was more than she anticipated, but it also wasn't enough, and she tried to keep herself as still as possible so he would keep going. Air came out in shuddered gasps, her eyes fixated on their connected flesh.

His hips moved back and forth in a seductive dance, each movement allowing her to adjust before another inch sank inside. She'd expected it to be faster, especially with how far gone he was, but he once again surprised her with how gentle he was. There would be time for more later, she had no doubt, but the slow yield of her inner walls around his length nearly sent her over the edge.

Her head fell back as he bottomed out, her body stretched in a way she'd never experienced before. It was an odd sensation but not unwelcome, and she clenched her muscles to force herself to relax.

A curse was torn from his mouth, fangs elongated as he adjusted her weight, claws digging into the back of her thighs. Kagome took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his shoulders, peppering his neck and ear with kisses as she clung to him. She clenched again, encouraging him to move, and he growled in her ear before his hips started thrusting.

It was all she could do but hold on.

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He wanted to go slower, to allow her to revel in the sensations of finally being bonded, but his instincts had been kept at bay for too long, and the sound of his name in his ear had his hips snapping forward.

She'd started to breathe differently, the short gasps egging him on as he pinned her against the tree for leverage. She cried out at the contact, but it was from the depth of his thrusts, not the scrapes on her skin, so he kept going, blood roaring in his veins.

She never told him to stop, never told him to slow, just clung to him, her moans echoing in his ears as she begged him for more. He released her thighs, not chancing the thought of damaging her further, and he gripped the tree, hips slamming forward as he chased the release they both sought.

The sound of her climax around his fingers had almost been too much to bear, and he knew this would be that much worse, but the need to conquer, to claim, became his sole focus, his vision narrowing until all he could see was her.

Sapphire eyes had darkened to indigo with the force of her lust, and she pulled him closer, claiming his mouth for her own.

The miko had become a minx.

And she was all his.

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Kagome wasn't sure how much more she could handle. Every part of her felt hot, her body hovering on the brink. She wanted everything he was giving her but was afraid of what would happen once the edge crumbled underneath her.

She wanted him so badly, wanted to mark him just as he would with her so that everyone would know who he belonged to. But claims such as those were reserved for those with power, for youkai.

Yet, she still yearned.

Burying her face against the crook of his neck, she tried to quell the heat within her, but the flames had risen too high, and she knew there was no way of stopping them. Her ankles locked together at the base of his spine, and she bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming as stars formed in her eyes.

His resulting snarl had her ears ringing, power surging as his release tore through him. Her own climax was prolonged as youki sizzled along her skin, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake.

Kagome thought she tasted blood, but it was missing the coppery tang, and she slumped against him as the paroxysm finally ebbed. She kissed his shoulder, tongue sliding over the indentation from her teeth, and her arms tightened around his neck, not wanting the moment to end.

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Sesshoumaru's head continued to spin long after he'd retracted his claws from the tree. His chest heaved with the force of his release, and he could feel Kagome shifting in and out of consciousness. He needed to find a more comfortable position, one that would allow him to care for her in the aftermath, but he was less inclined to move with how she was plastered against his body.

Even with instincts still clawing at him for more, the logical side of his mind knew he would have to wait to claim her again.

He snorted at the word, the slow drag of her tongue across his shoulder setting his teeth on edge. She'd been too far gone by the end, unaware of her actions, but he would not—could not—fault her for it.

He'd planned on marking her, as was his right, considering her blatant claim with the kimono, but she'd beaten him to it.

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It wouldn't have worked if it had been anyone else, but with the power of the jewel still inside her, the claim had taken. He doubted she could feel it, as it blended in with her reiki. Plus, she'd always been sensitive to the feelings and auras of others.

Sesshoumaru had trained himself to feel nothing, to close himself off to anything that interfered with his quest for power. Nothing else mattered.

Until her.

He hadn't been able to suppress his curiosity, which had led to him following her into the village under the human guise in the first place. And the little vixen had only made it worse with her friendly smiles and soft admissions about her interest in him.

She shifted in his arms, and he was finally able to turn around. His pelt materialized around his shoulders and hers, shielding her from the elements as he strode purposely through the trees. She nuzzled his chest, sparking warmth from the mark on his neck to travel down his arms.

It was an odd sensation and one he wasn't familiar with, even with his training and stories from his mother. There had been mixed marks between same-sex pairings, but he'd never heard of a female marking a male before.

Perhaps another visit to Bokuseno's glen was an order.

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It wouldn't be today, or even tonight, as Kagome was in no condition for such a trip, so he put the idea at the back of his mind while he found the nearest hot spring. She dozed in his arms as he walked, completely unabashed in his nudity, though most of his body was covered by her.

He'd never gotten around to removing his clothing, and her homemade kimono still hung around her arms, prevented from loosening by his pelt around her shoulders. He would ensure it stayed in one piece—or at least another was made. Perhaps he'd commission a matching set.

The fact that he hadn't thought of it before had his brows furrowing. Her pack knew of his intent, but it wasn't public knowledge, save the rumours the wolf prince would undoubtedly spread once he returned home.

It was time that changed.

On his next trip home, he would set things in motion. She still wished to travel, but it wouldn't do to be unprepared when she eventually settled in the west.

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And he had no doubt she would settle. They had broached the subject more than once, and he never sensed anything but anticipation from her. In fact, she'd questioned him thoroughly about the layout of his home, wanting to know if he had a garden or a market. A library.

He'd attempted to draw her a map, but his skills had been lacking, and he'd eventually given up, stating it would be better if she saw it for herself. She'd seemed excited at the prospect. They'd been interrupted by Jaken at that point, and the subject had yet to be revisited, leaving him to wonder which part she would want to see first.

Approaching the spring, he spread his aura into the neighbouring trees, searching for any threats and ensuring their privacy. The area was relatively quiet, even at that time of day, so he shucked his boots and relieved her of her kimono as he wasn't sure about its resistance to water.

Folding it, along with his pelt, as best as possible without releasing her, then walked into the spring. His pants were still mostly on, but he was more concerned with her aftercare. As the Shikon Miko, she was no stranger to bumps and bruises, but she was untouched, and this was unknown territory for her.

The thought of being the only one who had and would touch her had heat surging through him, the mark on his shoulder pulsing, and he sat down at the spring's edge, hoping to calm the racing beat of his heart.

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Kagome came to with warm water lapping at her skin. Her arms were still loosely wrapped around Sesshoumaru's neck, his fingers drawing slow circles on her back. She hummed softly, pressing her body against his. A low chuckle sounded in her ear. "You have not let go, even in the deepest sleep."

She hummed again, rubbing against the underside of his jaw. "You're really comfortable."

"I will take that into account the next time you seduce me."

She blushed but smiled, her grip only tightening. The languid strokes up and down her spine continued, and she let her eyes close again. "I'm glad you enjoyed your present," she said.

"How could I not?"

Her breath fanned out along his collarbone. "You never know. I could've gotten the symbol wrong. Or missed a key step in the youkai courting process." She finally leaned back, eyes sparkling with mirth. "It might've been the wrong colour."

He pressed their foreheads together. "Nothing could ever be the wrong colour on you, Kagome." She shivered, shifting in his lap as her blush deepened, causing him to raise an eyebrow when he pulled back. "Are you cold?"

She shook her head, breaking their gaze to tease the hair at the nape of his neck. "I always react that way when you say it," she whispered.

"It?"

"My name."

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He eventually had to remove himself from the water, knowing he wouldn't be able to control himself if he didn't. He could see the resentment in her eyes, in the way she dunked her head under the surface after he untangled their limbs.

"You require rest," he said, facing away from the spring as she scrubbed herself as best she could. They would need to procure her bathing supplies once they returned to camp, but she was content to use the natural healing properties of the water to wash away the grime left on her from their encounter.

Sesshoumaru wasn't sure how he felt about it. While understanding her need for cleanliness, he wished to bask in their combined scent a little longer. However, their coupling was not on par with the rules he was conditioned to follow, so, at the moment, he was unsure of most things.

It was a most bewildering feeling that he was not upset at this fact. Kagome was his, and whether the claim was publicly known or not, she knew it and would defend said claim to anyone within earshot. It was enough.

Kagome's arms wrapped around his waist, breasts pressed firmly into his back. "I can rest later."

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He could've resisted, but Kagome was determined, if nothing else, hands sliding over his skin until she found the stripes on his hips. A feral hiss escaped him, his body already arching, and she easily pulled him back into the water.

She was in his lap by the time he turned around, body clenching as she slid down onto his aching cock, and the flush of her cheeks had the rest of his resolve dissolving.

Claws dug into her flesh, helping her to move as he inhaled the heady scent of her arousal. "You are a minx."

Her eyes were half-lidded, darkened with the potency of her lust, and she rolled her body against him in retaliation. "Only for you," she breathed.

Heat pooled in his stomach as he remembered just how true that statement was, and he let her lead, hips lifting each time she came down. He'd been too focused on claiming the first time, vision blurred by pure sensation. The initial paroxysm had yet to ebb, and he doubted it ever would, but at least now, he could enjoy the vision in front of him.

And she was a vision.

Ebony locks bounced around her shoulders as she continued to ride him, a Valkyrie determined to derive her own pleasure before anything else. The old him, the one bent on endless power, would've never allowed such a thing, but the way her hands caressed his skin as she tossed her head back, moans spilling from her mouth, had him questioning everything he knew.

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She cried out as ecstasy overtook her, water dampening the tips of her hair as she thrashed, and he thrust his hips up the moment she started to come down from the high, prolonging her release for as long as possible. She moaned his name, and he flipped them around, pressing her into the side of the bank as he took her from behind.

His name became a lifeline as he gripped her hips, yanking her back into each thrust. If he hit a certain angle, her spine stiffened, fingers digging into the grass. He couldn't hit it every time, as it would lose its effect, but he knew when she wanted it, hips pushing back against him in a silent plea.

He was happy to oblige.

He would give her anything and everything if only to keep her moaning his name.

It was music to his ears, a melody he never knew he needed until she was naked in his arms, and one hand slid up her spine, fingers entangled in her hair as he forced her to arch further. She gasped but didn't fight, pushing against the bank for more leverage as he leaned over her.

"Mine," he growled.

Her body bucked, power sizzling along her skin as she nodded. "Only yours."

His fangs elongated, aching to taste her in a more permanent way, but he clamped down on his instincts. If he did it now, he would be opening them to a vulnerability he wasn't prepared for.

There were protocols to adhere to, and he would not put her in danger, no matter how far gone he was.

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He kept his face buried against her neck, the pain from keeping his mouth closed only second to the pleasure coursing through him. He focused on her instead, on the wistful sounds emanating from her body as she begged him for more.

She really was a minx.

And he was right to wait.

A true mating would require time, the likes of which they didn't currently have, and he wished to relish every inch of her.

Dragging his hand away from her hip, his claws left grooves in the ground as he sought release. His other hand was still gripping her hair, yanking her back into each thrust, water splashing over the edge of the spring.

He was close, but so was she, and he adjusted himself, finding that particular angle as his pelvis surged forward. Kagome cried out, inner muscles clenching as power exploded, and they were both sent spiralling, reiki sizzling up his arms and straight to his groin.

He jerked, pushing the bulbous head even deeper, and she lifted her hips to take every inch of him. The weight of his body kept her in place, and he had to close his eyes against the onslaught of pleasure that shot through him.

Blood pounding in his veins, he leaned forward, their bodies a slick mixture of water and sweat. He breathed her in, taking great lungfuls of her delicious, satisfied scent.

He would never tire of it.

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It was a while before either of them could move, and only her laboured breathing had him reluctantly pulling away. As it was, she still had the energy to reach for him, arms curling limply around his neck as he swept her into his lap.

"This is why you required rest," he chastised, letting the warmth of the water seep into her skin.

Her head lolled to the side, and she smiled wantonly up at him. "I can rest just fine where I am." His snort told her precisely what he thought of that, but she tucked her head under his chin to keep him from escaping.

They were in no hurry, even as the moon rose in the sky. Her pack knew of her intentions and that he would keep her safe above all else.

No one would bother them here.

Her heartbeat finally returned to its usual rhythm, and she found the stripes on his wrist. "I always wondered how many of these you had," she murmured.

A pale brow rose. Perhaps she had been just as curious about his origins as he was about hers. "You had but to ask."

A snort gave way to a guilty chuckle, and she tilted her head back enough to look up at him. "I doubt you would've liked the way I asked."

He recalled their trek back to her pack after his secret had been exposed, and his brow only lifted higher. A different shade of pink dusted her cheeks, but she was unrepentant, her hand moving to the strip on his shoulder. "It likely would have hastened events."

Her breathy chuckle wafted across his skin. "Are you sure? My questions would've been very thorough."

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She would've been content to spend the entire evening curled up in his lap, but Sesshoumaru was worried she might catch a cold, so as soon as she'd been able to feel her legs again, he'd rinsed her down. It was an entirely different sensation than washing herself, and one she was definitely going to ask for again in the future.

She planned on asking for a lot of what they'd done again, but his resolve to safely return her to the pack was firmly in place—no matter how much she teased him.

She'd thought he might sequester her away in a nearby cave, but when she'd asked him about it, the sclera of his eyes had turned crimson, and it had taken him a moment to centre himself. Then his mouth had been on hers, her back arching as he devoured her.

Kagome wasn't sure what had set him off, but she was all for reaping the benefits. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hands soon delving into his hair as she pulled him closer. The heat from his body burned through her clothes, her gift loosely tied at her waist.

His pelt was around her shoulders, staving off the remaining chill, and when he finally pulled back, his face was just as flushed as hers. "I don't know what I did, but I liked it," she said, tracing the marks on his face.

He scowled, then leaned into the touch. "You will be the death of me."

She chuckled, resting her chin against his chest. "Not anytime soon, I hope. I have plans for you."

He groaned, head slumping against her shoulder before nipping at her ear. "I have created a monster."

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She'd assumed they'd walk back to camp but remembered how long the wind had whipped at her hair before they'd found solid ground again. She asked him why they'd travelled so far, and the resulting colour at the tips of his ears, followed by his concern about how loud their encounter might be, had similar colour bleeding into her cheeks.

"Thanks," she mumbled, holding him tightly as they flew over the trees. "Miroku wouldn't have let me hear the end of it."

"He will likely still make comments," he replied. "But will be reminded of the risk of losing his hands should he continue to do so."

"I'm sure the others will keep him under control," she mused, wishing he'd slow down. She really did enjoy her time with him. She'd been worried he'd pull away after their confrontation, but his remorse had been genuine, and he'd been nothing but upfront with her since then.

He could've easily walked away after she'd discovered his identity. Instead, he'd followed her into the field, let her throw reiki-infused rocks at him, and pleaded his case. And to be honest, there hadn't been a lot of pleading. He'd known what he'd done was wrong and owned up to it, which was something, considering how often he just brushed things off.

His reaction to the loss of her scent still plagued her. She'd never seen him react to anything so strongly, which was one reason she'd been so willing to forgive him.

Inuyasha had turned because his demon blood overpowered his reason and his refusal to kill. Sesshoumaru was always in perfect control of himself, but the moment her aura had been snuffed out, he'd transformed, instincts completely taking over.

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Kagome had never been one to shield her emotions. Her barriers were nearly impenetrable, but she'd never seen the point in suppressing her feelings. It was probably what had given her so much grief while searching for the shards—Naraku had certainly enjoyed exploiting them—but she couldn't stop herself from reacting emotionally.

She'd discovered this early on, so she shouldn't have been surprised by her response to Sesshoumaru's betrayal. But even she'd been surprised by the sound of the slap reverberating around the camp. She didn't even remember moving. One moment, she'd been balancing dishes; the next, she'd been standing in front of him, power crackling between her fingers.

He fully deserved to be called out on his lies, but she was still slightly ashamed it had escalated so quickly.

Her arms tightened around his neck, and she kissed the underside of his jaw. "I'm sorry for slapping you."

He shifted his weight, and she felt the rumble in his chest. "You were well within your rights to react as such."

"You keep saying that, but—"

The cloud came to a halt, her feet touching down as he loomed over her. "And I will continue to say it each time you bring it up." She scowled at him, but his finger under her chin waylaid any response burning under her tongue. "Your response was appropriate. I would not have admitted defeat had you not."

She tried not to smile, but the edge of her mouth quirked. "So what you're saying is, you're a masochist."

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The next kiss was a reprimand, the shallow cut in her bottom lip a telltale sign, but Kagome hadn't been able to help herself. She'd never considered that he might have buttons, let alone have the courage to push them.

And she enjoyed pushing them.

It was never about revenge, as that would have been more than petty on her part, and she'd never been the type of person who enjoyed torturing someone else. But he was the definition of control, so any tiny thing she could do to get under his skin became a delight. And considering how he responded, she knew he didn't mind that much.

The slide of his tongue along her abused bottom lip had her refocusing, hands tangled in his damp hair. They were still hovering in midair, and she could feel his hesitation. "They'll understand if we're late," she breathed.

There was a flash of red in his eyes, but he let out a resigned sigh. "The adults, perhaps. But the children will have questions, and I promised the kit to take him hunting upon my return."

Her heart clenched. "And you always keep your promises."

He inclined his head, the drag of his fangs along the junction of her throat leaving her gasping. "Especially where you are concerned."

"Tease," she said, rubbing her neck.

"I learn from the best." He gave her a smug look, then hooked his arm around her waist to keep her from falling as they continued to their destination.

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As it was, when they finally touched down, everyone was asleep. They'd moved since Kagome and Sesshoumaru had made their hasty exit, proving they'd checked in at the neighbouring village, but it seemed their trek had worn everyone out.

Shippou and Rin were curled against each other, tucked into Kagome's sleeping bag. How it was still intact even after all these years was beyond her. Kirara raised her head in greeting, the children using her fur as a pillow. Kagome was surprised that she'd been left in charge of the overnight watch, but a quick glance at the other three adults proved why it was necessary.

He was only a half-demon, so he required less sleep than a human, but even Inuyasha needed a recharge now and then. He'd also failed to mention it was his human night, and Kagome openly chastised herself for not keeping track of the days.

His dark hair was haphazardly braided to one side, the top of his head covered in a bandana stolen from her backpack. To any onlooker, he would've been just as threatening as his hanyou form—though perhaps not as much, considering he was sleeping with his mouth open and propped up on Miroku's thigh.

"He trusts his pack," Sesshoumaru murmured, keeping her close as they settled down on the other side of the camp, all of the other members still in plain view. "He would not have left himself so vulnerable when you first met him."

She nodded in agreement, curling up in his lap, his pelt still around her shoulders. "It took a long time for him to get there. We used to hide him in abandoned huts."

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With all their vigorous activities, she'd thought sleep would come quickly, but Kagome found herself gazing up at the sky. The clouds had broken apart, giving her a small view of the stars above, their lights twinkling back at her as Sesshoumaru combed her hair.

"If you want to play with my hair, all you have to do is ask," she mused, humming softly every time his claws brushed her skull. She tried to keep her heartbeat at a normal pace, but she knew the significance of his current actions.

She still hadn't forgiven him for divulging said significance to Shippou. Anytime Rin offered to style her hair, he made snide comments about how it was Sesshoumaru's job. The daiyoukai ate it up, hiding his smirk under the guise of offering his services, but Kagome knew better.

The tip of his nose slid along the shell of her ear. "If I did, you would never leave my embrace."

Kagome flushed but tilted her head to the side to allow him better access. Dark locks were tangled around lithe fingers, and he inhaled deeply. "Why?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Your scent is tantalizing, Kagome. It would be dangerous to indulge in it too often." He pulled her hair out of the way. Goosebumps broke out onto her skin as one arm wrapped around her waist. "It really is my favourite."

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He continued to comb his fingers through her hair, Kagome's soft sighs doing nothing to deter him. She eventually turned her head, placing a kiss under his ear. "I like your scent, too," she admitted.

"You are required to do so."

She scowled, shoving him playfully. "Arrogant dog," she whispered.

A soft chuckle wafted through her hair as he twisted her hair to one side. "Styling your hair would also leave you exposed," he went on. "And I am not willing to test my control on a daily basis."

Kagome raised an eyebrow, shifting so she was sitting sideways in his lap. "Am I that tempting?" she asked.

His eyes flashed crimson before returning to their usual amber, the muscles along his jaw clenching. "Do not take that tone with me. You are well aware of your allure."

She blinked innocently. "Is that why Sango always finds leaves in my hair after our walks?"

"I will remind you that those encounters were your doing."

A smile broke out on her face, unable to deny his claim. His curiosity about her included human culture in general, and she'd quickly discovered he didn't know they physically showed affection—aside from having sex.

They'd started with holding hands, but kissing had begun shortly after. Stolen moments while the children played led to hidden embraces during their walks. He'd been wary at first, unsure of the purpose outside of mating, but the first time her tongue had curled around his, he'd become addicted.

The pressure of his body against hers had been delicious, making her mind run wild with what was to come. Neither had been in a rush, but the passion between them burned hotter with each encounter.

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The glint in Sesshoumaru’s eyes told her just how close they were to having to remove themselves from the campsite, and Kagome cleared her throat, raising her gaze to the sky once more. “You’ve changed a lot since we first met,” she said.

He shifted slightly, his arms now hanging loosely around her waist. She leaned against his shoulder, smiling to herself. Their first meeting had been anything but civil and had only gone downhill due to his pursuit of Tessaiga.

“War changes everyone.”

She hummed in agreement. Looking back on it, Sesshoumaru had done his fair share of saving her. She’d never called him out on it at the time—she wasn’t that stupid—but it proved just how much he’d changed. Pre-jewel Sesshoumaru was an asshole who only cared about himself. Post-jewel Sesshoumaru cared viciously for his human ward, hunted with an orphaned kitsune, and made out with a displaced priestess.

She’d have saved everyone affected by Naraku if she could. But that would’ve been a selfish wish, and they’d still be fighting the jewel today if she’d made it. “I’m just glad so many of us survived.”

“You almost did not,” he replied, his voice turning icy. There were so many instances he could be referring to, but she knew which one he meant.

The closest she’d come to death had directly involved Inuyasha, and he didn’t even know it had happened. She’d initially blamed him for it, as he’d promised to protect her, but nothing was set in stone when Kikyou was involved.

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"It's called tunnel vision," she lamented, tracing the lines on his wrists under his sleeve. "Even you've had it before." He shifted his weight, gathering her up into his arms before tucking her head under his chin. She would've laughed if she hadn't needed the physical reassurance just as much.

She'd been a doe-eyed teen when Madam Centipede had first dragged her through the well, and she'd had to grow up fast in order to survive.

Some might say too fast, but she never regretted her time here.

Her temper and stubbornness were what drove her into battle time and time again, leaving her exhausted and aching by the time they'd find somewhere safe to sleep.

She'd initially thought it was pack mentality that had her reaching for Shippou time and time again. But in the early hours of evening, wisps of twilight circling their camp, she'd welcomed the orphaned fox kit into her sleeping bag, offering him the comfort they both so desperately needed.

He was the only one who gave without expectation, small claws gripping whichever part of her was closest, even in the deepest sleep. Kagome knew she was an integral part of the shard hunt, but Shippou just needed her.

It may have been the reason she was so irritable in the morning. All she wanted was a few more minutes just to be Kagome. But duty was a heavy burden, one she was willing to pay, even if it meant forcing herself out of the kit's protective bubble, time and time again.

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Maybe that was why the incident had happened in the first place. It had been one of the few times they'd crossed paths with Sesshoumaru and his pack, so Shippou had fallen asleep curled against Rin, leaving Kagome to fend off the loneliness by herself.

Inuyasha's restlessness hadn't helped, and he'd slunk away from camp in the middle of the night.

Kagome had still held out hope back then. Even Urasue hadn't understood the consequences of changing fate until Kikyou had cut her down. The puppet held the priestess' face, but from what Kaede had told them, there was more to Kikyou than just her obligations.

She'd genuinely cared for the people in her village, going out of her way to heal the sick and injured. It was why she'd crossed paths with Onigumo in the first place. He took her pity and compassion for love, and twisted it into an ominous obsession that caused nothing but destruction and ruin.

Kikyou's resurrection had shocked them all, but Kagome had firmly believed Inuyasha would figure out she wasn't the same woman he knew and make the right choice.

She was wrong.

"He was doing what he thought was right," she whispered, voice catching. "Can you blame him?"

"Yes."

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Sesshoumaru watched as her eyes went blank, internally reliving those fateful moments when the string between her heart and Inuyasha's were finally severed.

He didn't try to shake her from it, merely tightened his hold around her waist to ground her. She didn't protest, the soft sigh of relief lost upon the wind as she sat ramrod stiff in his arms.

The fire burned low, her features barely discernible to anyone but him. He'd never considered himself an expert in human emotions, as emotions themselves were distinctly human.

Youkai learned very quickly that taking on a humanoid form meant a whole other level of danger. Their claws weren't as sharp, their teeth not as long—and anything but smug superiority gave way to weakness and death.

He hadn't been trained as a warrior; he'd been trained to survive. Even Rin had picked up on the nuances, burying her fear under gapped-tooth smiles and antagonizing Jaken. Being around Kohaku certainly hadn't helped; most of his emotions had been stripped due to torture and Naraku's puppetry.

They were slowly coming out of it—Rin more than Kohaku, as most of her trauma had been short-lived or forgotten due to her time in the underworld. Kohaku struggled, often waking in the middle of the night with shadows under his eyes and a scream lodged in his throat.

Naraku's hand had been well-played, the cobwebs of his interference long-lasting.

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Sesshoumaru had never seen the point in delving into the emotional side of anything. Even now, with Kagome curled against him, he wondered how much he'd given away.

He had nothing to hide from her, not that it would've mattered anyway, as she had a frustrating tendency of bulldozing through one's defences until she found what she was looking for.

The fact that she remained in one piece after encountering so many that would cause her harm was astounding. He'd honestly been surprised—an emotion that seemed to be a regular occurrence around her—when she'd reappeared in the feudal era, the well pulsing one last time as it returned her to where she belonged after a three-year absence.

She'd been poisoned, manipulated, even cut down upon occasion, yet she'd never succumbed. Though his shock had quickly turned to awe, he really shouldn't have been surprised that she'd come back to such a dangerous place to live out the rest of her life.

Even the jewel in its truest form had been no match for her power.

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He hadn't been present for the final altercation with the jewel, but the story had been relayed multiple times. Desperate, it had shown her an alternate reality, hoping to keep her within its clutches until her power ran out—or she'd given in to temptation. But she'd been too strong.

Too clever.

In the end, the cursed gem had been wished out of existence. The resulting pulse had been anticlimactic but felt by all, the miko's determination cleansing the land of the remaining poison. They'd all looked to the well to congratulate her, but in the end, only Inuyasha had returned.

Their sorrow was second only to their relief, the thought that she'd at least been sent back to her time in one piece placating them until her eventual return. Some had survived longer than others before breaking down. The kit had done his best to remain strong, but Rin's worry ate at him, and he'd been unable to hide his tears the next time his mother had been mentioned.

Sesshoumaru had been at a loss. Many human characteristics were still a mystery to him, and while comfort had come easier, there was no logical solution to their grief. She hadn't died, so the hope they'd see her again weighed heavily on small shoulders.

Even he had a constant gnawing in his chest until the well had sparked to life. He'd brushed it off, buried it under rigorous training. It was tedious but familiar, and the drone of daily life had returned to normal. However, no amount of training could've prepared him for what came next.

Nothing had prepared him for her.

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He almost snorted. No one had been prepared for the storm that was Kagome. She took no pleasure in the pain of others, but pushed them as hard as she could, somehow understanding their limits even if they did not.

His defiant little dragoness knew no boundaries when it came to interfering with others, less so when it came to physical safety. He was almost glad his curiosity hadn't piqued until her return—her constant self-sacrifice would've taken years off his life had he been more involved before then.

How many lives did she have? How many times had she appeased the gods to keep her safe from so many? The few times they'd interacted had shown how little concern she had for her own well-being. He doubted he could count how often she'd skirted the wings of death, and that didn't include his brother's complete lack of awareness when it came to the undead one.

Not even the hanyou's mother had wasted time searching for his sire after his untimely death, acknowledging his passing without denial. Why had Inuyasha been unable to see what was right in front of him? Had his senses been fooled? He'd scented the decay from her from the start. The fact that Kagome had escaped without significant physical injury was astounding.

She shifted, flames danced in unseeing eyes, and Sesshoumaru stifled the growl threatening to escape.

No one deserved what she went through.

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Leaves crunched under the increased pressure from her footsteps, and Kagome took great pleasure in grinding them into the dirt. She didn't even know why she was following him at this point. They all knew the drill.

He'd lie about going, wait for everyone to go to sleep, slink off to see her, then act surprised when they all confronted him in the morning.

It was a vicious cycle, and one she didn't want to be a part of, but Kagome cared about the stupid boy, and Kikyou did not have his best interests at heart.

Kagome couldn't count the number of times she's explained to him that whoever—whatever—he was meeting wasn't Kikyou. It had the same body and face, but the heart wasn't there.

Neither was the soul.

There was no love behind her eyes as she tried to drag the hanyou to hell. Kagome wasn't sure whether the dimension underneath the former priestess even was hell. It was probably something close to it, but the clay puppet didn't have that kind of power. What she did know was that Inuyasha was going to get himself killed if she didn't do something.

But as she continued through the darkened forest, one thought kept repeating in her mind: why did she keep bothering with trying to keep him safe when he couldn't even do it himself?

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The voices she'd been following started to get louder, so Kagome focused on her reiki, doing her best to shield her aura. Kaede said she still had a long way to go, but the old miko had been training for longer than Kagome had been alive and had witnessed Kikyou's greatness, so there had to be some bias there.

Kagome wasn't even sixteen yet. They'd been searching for the shards for months, and it felt like she'd come a long way, but every time someone got away from her or Naraku found another shard, the pressure on her increased.

Was the fact that they had to search for the shards in the first place her fault? Sure, but she wasn't the sole one responsible when it came to capturing them. Everyone in their group had their own set of talents; they just hadn't figured out how to work together yet.

Inuyasha's sword was a great help, but they shouldn't be relying on it so much. He'd shown how easily he could be distracted—Kagome pursed her lips. Like right now. Instead of keeping watch, instead of keeping everyone safe, he'd wandered off to meet up with his ex-girlfriend.

Again.

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They were arguing about something. Kagome couldn't tell what, but to be honest, she didn't care. Her shoes were caked in mud, and her skirt was sporting a new tear that Mama would have to fix, so her patience had run out. She'd probably need to buy another set soon.

Dragging a hand down her face, she slunk through some bushes, ears straining to hear their conversation. As she controlled her breathing, she realized the person who was upset wasn't Inuyasha for once.

Taking a chance, Kagome peeked over the foliage, finding Inuyasha's ears flat against his head as Kikyou berated him about not bringing her the shards. Dark brows rose in surprise. Until that point, Kikyou's focus had been Naraku's downfall. Plus, she was human, sort of; what good would the shards do her?

"She can't handle them," Kikyou said.

Inuyasha stuffed his hands into his sleeves, shoulders hunched. "She ain't been given the chance yet," he mumbled.

"She's the reason you're in this mess in the first place."

Great. They were talking about her. At least Inuyasha was coming to her defence.

"I'll give them to Kaede, then," he replied. "She's like you, she'll keep them safe."

Kikyou's eyes glowed unnaturally, her placid features contorting into something far less serene. "The old woman can barely walk straight. I'm the only one who can use them properly."

The seal around her aura shattered as Kagome leapt to her feet. In all their dealings with Kikyou, she'd never once spoken poorly about her sister. She'd dismissed her at first, as she'd still been getting used to her new body, but Kaede remained at the forefront of her mind.

That wasn't Kikyou.

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Fed up, Kagome retreated through the bushes. Whoever Inuyasha was talking to wasn't strong enough to be a threat, but getting caught wouldn't help. She hadn't sensed any illusory powers from it other than sporting someone else's face, so she wasn't worried about him getting hurt anymore. However, there could be more than one of them, and if their goal had been to lure their most powerful ally away from camp, the others would be in danger.

Night had fallen, and she suddenly wished she'd thought to bring her flashlight with her. Her sense of direction hadn't been great back home, and now she had roots and branches to look out for. Usually, Kikyou's shinidamachu would have—

Kagome nearly smacked herself in the forehead. The shinidamachu were usually what signalled the undead miko's appearance, but were nowhere to be found. How could she have been so stupid?

Inuyasha was definitely more stupid than her, but she should've known something was up when the little soul-collectors hadn't appeared. Kikyou still needed them to survive.

Cursing herself again, she increased her speed, hoping that she was heading in the general direction of the camp. She'd at least be able to sense Shippou and Kirara once she got close, so even if she was off by a few metres, she could quickly change course.

Making a mental note to give everyone ramen except the hanyou, she stalked back through the underbrush, trying to decide if depriving him of his favourite meal or loading it up with hot sauce would be a better punishment. Maybe she'd go one step further and add a little chocolate so that he'd—

Something shoved her from behind, and Kagome cried out as she hit the dirt.

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Scrapes littered her hands, rocks biting into her skin as she scrambled for purchase, senses reeling. There hadn't been a wisp of power, and with so little light, she was at an instant disadvantage.

A giggle sounded to her left, and she whirled around, managing to dodge the next attack. "You were clever enough to follow without being detected, human," the disembodied voice taunted, "but your emotions got the better of you. You should really watch your back next time."

A spark of power lit up the trees, and Kagome realized too late that the dirt she'd wiped from her face was dust. A flutter had her attempting to turn around again, but her limbs were heavy, and it wasn't until the youkai stepped out from between the trees that Kagome realized her mistake.

A moth. She was covered in moth dust.

She tried to concentrate on purging the paralytic from her system, but the moth only giggled louder, wings draped over her shoulders like a cloak. "You're almost as stupid as your companion. At least you had the sense to walk away. He's still talking to that ghost of a woman back there."

She couldn't even move enough to groan. No wonder she hadn't sensed any threat from Kikyou—her entire being was an illusion. And Inuyasha had walked right into it.

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"What do you want?" Kagome hissed.

The moth gave her a droll look. "The shards, of course. But I'm not powerful enough to remove them from your person." She glanced at Kagome's chest. "I need someone to give them to me."

"You won't get them from me!" Kagome snapped.

"Of course not, silly girl." The forest remained silent except for their conversation, the moth's steps not making a sound even as she encircled Kagome's prone form. "I take it back, maybe you are as stupid as your companion. Good thing I was planning on disposing of you in the first place."

Teeth ground together as Kagome concentrated harder, but her reiki was nonresponsive. She couldn't even feel the static in her fingers like she usually did, and her heart beat against her ribs in panic.

She wouldn't die like this. Any second, Inuyasha would come to her rescue. Just like he always did. Except…

She knew that he wouldn't. He hadn't even heard her approach when she was spying on him. His eyes—his heart—had been on Kikyou, and the moth's illusion wouldn't disappear until she was defeated.

Kagome was on her own.

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Breathing deeply, she tested each of her limbs, trying to discern if anything still had feeling in them.

Nothing.

She was completely immobilized.

The moth knew it too, antennae tasting her fear in the air. "You're such a silly thing," she mused. "You stalk him like prey, in the hopes of, what, catching him in the act? And then once you do, you leave him alone."

"It's none of your business what I do!" Maybe if she could keep her talking, the dust would wear off. She just needed to buy time.

The moth knelt in front of her, walking her fingers along Kagome's skinned knees. "If you weren't so poisonous, I'd keep you around as a snack." Managing to narrow her eyes, Kagome's fingers twitched, and the moth sighed, then blew more dust into her face. "Now, now. We can't have that."

Any possibility of escaping was washed away. She could barely breathe, the dust filling her lungs and paralyzing her from the inside out. Blood slowed, her heart no longer thundering in her ears. The sound waned, tears pooling in the corner of her eyes before leaking down her cheeks.

Not like this. It couldn't end like this. They still had shards to find, people to save. She wanted to finish her exams, eat with her friends, graduate from high school.

See Mama again.

She met the moth's gaze, silently pleading as her world started to go dark. The youkai clicked her tongue. "I would've made it less painful if you'd just left things alone." She tucked a lock of hair behind Kagome's ear. "It's a shame your knight in shining armour is so preoccupied." She looked genuinely concerned, but Kagome knew it was just a farce.

How long would it take for her friends to come looking for her? Would Inuyasha get back to camp and finally realize she was gone? Or would it take until daybreak when the rest of them woke to find her missing?

She couldn't even blink. Couldn't block out the image of the smug expression as she watched her take her last breath. Forced to gaze upon her attacker, her murderer, as her lungs slowed. The moth's eyes widened excitedly as Kagome's heart stuttered to a stop.

And then the moth's head was separated from her shoulders.

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Kagome stared in shock as it rolled away, antennae twitching, the moth's eyes wide in surprise. Something green shot out, and her wings were ripped apart, the pieces fluttering to the ground before disintegrating with the rest of her body.

The sight didn't compute in Kagome's mind, and it wasn't until she slumped forward that she realized the paralytic was wearing off. Nearly choking, she sucked in large gulps of air, nails breaking as she gripped the earth.

Ears ringing, she sent her power out, trying to figure out if she was safe or not. Had Inuyasha seen through the moth's spell and found her in the nick of time? Or had she been taken out by a bigger fish?

There was a crunch, and Kagome flinched, blinking rapidly to clear her vision. Shoulders shaking, she struggled to one knee, bracing herself for what was coming next. Reiki arched between her hands, unfiltered and uncontrolled, but it was quickly snuffed out as a voice rose out of the darkness.

"You are ill-equipped to be out here by yourself."

She recognized it, but it took too long for the image to form, giving him time to step into her line of vision, and though she was glad she could finally move, simply raising her head to meet his gaze didn't dispel her fear.

Sesshoumaru.

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His boots came into view first, pale silk taking on an ethereal glow compared to the darkness behind him. His disdain was evident in the way he looked down his nose at her, one hand on his pelt.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, voice hoarse.

The remaining dust was displaced as he encircled her, and Kagome held her breath to avoid inhaling any more of the toxin, but Sesshoumaru extended a hand, acid spraying from his fingers. A barrier spluttered to life, but the acid only hit the ground around her, clearing away the rest of the moth's spell.

The chill from the night air sank into her skin, leaving her shivering as circulation brought oxygen back to her limbs. Toes and fingers tingled, the numbness slowly ebbing. Her next breath was more confident, and she turned to face him. "You haven't answered my question."

"Because it is unnecessary."

If she'd had enough power, she'd have zapped him. Instead, she massaged feeling back into her legs, pretending that she wasn't still on death's door. Sesshoumaru had never wanted the shards, but Tessaiga wasn't off the table, and Kagome had been the one to take it from him.

She wouldn't put it past him to use her as a bargaining chip.

Biting her lip, she forced herself to meet his gaze as he stopped in front of her. "Inuyasha's busy right now, so if you're thinking of threatening my life to make him hand over the sword, you're out of luck." She winced at the accuracy of the statement, but even with the moth's spell being broken, she knew Inuyasha would focus on getting back to camp without being caught. Kikyou had trained him not to follow her once she left.

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Sesshoumaru glanced toward the clearing she'd just come from. "That is not the undead one."

Brushing off her now ruined uniform, Kagome got to her feet. "I'm glad you were able to figure that out so quickly," she grumbled.

Golden eyes slid back to her, head tilted. "Were you fooled?"

She winced as she hit her palms a little too hard on her skirt, pain shooting through her fingers. "Of course not! One look at her told me—"

"Good." He turned on his heel, his business concluded, and Kagome grabbed the back of his pelt. His youki pulsed dangerously. "Release me or you will lose your hand."

Blue eyes flashed in the darkness as she tightened her hold. "I just wanted to say thanks, you arrogant bastard!" Reiki crackled between her fingers, and she shoved him away. "It usually comes after saving someone."

He sneered, fangs snapping. "I have done nothing but rid the world of another interfering insect." Silver hair was flipped over his shoulder. "You happened to be in the way."

Kagome crossed her arms over her chest. "You aren't fooling anyone, Sesshoumaru. I've seen the little girl who follows you around. There's a part of you that cares about something." She continued to glare at him. "So, thanks for not letting me be another statistic in a history book." She made a shooing motion with her hands. "Now we can pretend it never happened, and you can go back to being an ice prick."

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He left without a sound, and Kagome didn't feel like chancing another brush with death, so she turned and ran in the opposite direction. The light from their campfire rose in the distance, and her legs sagged in relief. Stumbling toward her sleeping back, she managed to stifle her yelp when she ran right into Inuyasha.

"Where've you been?" he demanded.

The temptation to blast him, both with words and reiki, was overwhelming, but exhaustion gnawed at her, and she didn't feel like having the same argument while everyone else was sleeping.

She also didn't feel like explaining that Sesshoumaru of all people had come to her rescue.

Inuyasha's eyes narrowed, and he leaned closer. Kagome swallowed but stood her ground. He eventually relented, rubbing the back of his head. "You need to sleep. We gotta get up at first light to find more shards."

No concern. No checking for blood or bruises. The guilt from his late-night rendezvous had clouded his mind and his nose to anything but the face of his ex-lover, and Kagome felt her body go cold.

She would never be enough for him. She would never be anything but a shard detector. He could claim he cared for her, but he hadn't even thought to check the surrounding area when he'd returned, and she hadn't been there.

Whatever she'd been hoping for once their task was done evaporated, and she stared up at him, the rose-coloured glasses shattered into a million pieces.

"I'll be fine," she said, then quickly side-stepped him and crawled into her sleeping bag. So much for her happy ending.