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Sesskag Week 2018: Day Five
An Oath
Sesskag Week 2018 | Day Five: Blade, Protect, Trust
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Hey brother.
Katsurou stood stock still as Naraku’s disgusting mass congealed around his younger brother, trying to absorb the other hanyou’s energy. He didn’t know what he could do other than rush directly at it. All he could think of was safely freeing Hayate.
A hand on his shoulder steadied him.
“We have to wait,” Kagome stated, her eyes dark and her expression grim. Her bow was clenched tightly in her right hand, her knuckles bone-white. She cast a glance to Sesshomaru.
The daiyoukai returned her gaze, his face did not betray any of his thoughts. But his eyes did. Perhaps it was the scent that both Katsurou or Hayate gave off, the scents of offspring and danger combined. Perhaps it was because the miko was relying on him to protect them all. He didn’t know. But the edges of his vision bled red, and all he wanted to do was tear apart Naraku bit by bit until he was a bleeding unrecognizable heap of flesh. Once the spider hanyou was out of the picture, he could assure himself and even Kagome that the two boys—their boys—were safe. Was it honor? Was it instinct? What exactly drove him to this thought process, he could not say. Nor did he care to. Right now, his blood and his mind were in enough of a mess and did not need the surplus stress of his addled thoughts.
Do you still believe in love I wonder?
His eyes steeled and he gave Kagome a curt nod. She returned the gesture, understanding and worry causing her forehead to wrinkle a bit. It took all of his resolve and willpower to not lose composure and release his wrath right then and there. They had to approach this on tender hooks. Strategy was the upmost key to—
Inuyasha roared, sending himself hurtling toward the evil hanyou with Tessaiga drawn and a slew of curses spat out.
Oh if the sky comes falling down…
“Sesshomaru!” Kagome shouted as she watched Miroku and Sango take off on Kirara after their friend, weapons drawn, battle ready. “I can clear a path for you if you can get to Hayate!”
He nodded his head and drew his newly earned Bakusaiga, a blade of his own and not his father’s, with his newly returned arm.
“I’m going with you!” Katsurou yelled, his voice barely carrying over the din caused by the starting battle, his long, dog-like ears pulled back defensively. “I can cause a distraction or get him out of there while you fight. Anything you can trust me with. Please, father!”
For you, there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do.
“You will help this one fish your brother out! Once he’s safely retrieved, leave. You will only get in the way!” Sesshomaru shouted back, giving a look over his shoulder to the miko.
She gave a reassuring bob of her head and released a holy arrow. It sped through the air, creating a crisp and clean pathway for both the daiyoukai and the hanyou to follow. Sesshomaru leapt into the air and flew after the arrow. Katsurou soared after him, not nearly as fast as the full demon, but much stronger than what Kagome had presumed him to be. Together, the two tore through the belly of Naraku. Both of their eyes were completely red, the irises no longer the identifiable gold of their blood line, but a frozen blue to match the marks on their heads. A small bubble of hope and relief sparked in her heart. Their kind was strong, their blood even stronger. They would be okay.
Scrambling to find a higher vantage point, she began an onslaught to help both parties of their group in defeating Naraku. Jaken, Shippo, and Rin had stayed behind in the village to protect the people their. Inuyasha, Miroku, and Sango were fighting head on, taking the full brunt of the onslaught from various lesser youkai and puppets, as well as the head evil itself. Sesshomaru and Katsurou were busy to the right, ripping and shredding the disgusting mass to try and reach the slowly fading-away boy within the demon. Her arrow rang true as it soared forward. For once, in all of her time learning how to use the weapon, she was making all of her marks. She imbued each shot with her reiki, sending it spiraling through the sky in a dazzle of blue. Bit by bit, Naraku stopped regenerating. Her friends were winning. As she started to feel as though the outcome of this would be good, a small spark caught her attention. It was a quick wink of pink before it disappeared. It called out to her. The jewel. The Shikon Jewel! Naraku was distracting everyone so that none of them could reach it.
Kagome had never ran so fast in her life.
Her breath was trembling, and her limbs were burning. The miasma around the spider hanyou was so thick, it was killing her. The jewel was just in her sight, it was just right there. Above her, she could hear Inuyasha summoning a meido and she prayed that he would not send her into the depths of hell with his new favorite ability.
Buckling beneath her, her legs failed her, and she fell to the ground. Her bow left her grip and she cried out in dismay. Miasma flooded her mouth and choked her. Air refused to enter her lungs. Words tried to escape past her lips, but nothing could make it. Vision blurred and she realized she could not move. Desperation coursed through her and she writhed.
Strong hands picked her up from the ground along with her bow, and suddenly they were speeding away from the miasma. Away from the jewel. She could barely move her head to look up.
Sesshomaru seemed like he was barely holding onto his control by a spiderweb’s strand. The veins around his eyes bulged, and his face had elongated slightly as if to form a muzzle. Her hands grasped his kimono weakly.
“Go back,” she rasped.
“Like hell this Sesshomaru will,” he thundered, his hold on her tightening possessively.
Kagome felt faint. “Sessh…the jewel…it’s back there. It’s so dark and tainted…”
“This one will retrieve it,” he commanded, “you will get to safety with our sons.”
Anger bubbled up inside of her, but was immediately overwhelmed with heartache and wistfulness. “No Sesshomaru, I will not.”
He stopped mid-air, face contorted in fury. She dared to defy his demand? Almost roaring at anger, he immediately stopped when her soft gentle hand touched his face.
“Sesshomaru, I have to go back with you,” she whispered, her hand gently stroking along the line of his jaw. “We don’t have sons. Not yet.”
Flecks of gold filtered into his eyes. His more reasonable side was listening. Good.
She relaxed and looked at him directly, surely. “We have to finish this first before we can get to them.”
His gaze was completely gilded, the beautiful orbs golden and narrowed. Sesshomaru permitted a momentary lapse of affection. His arms closed around her tightly, his nose buried in her neck to take in her scent.
“I cannot lose you, miko,” he murmured, giving her a gentle squeeze. “This Sesshomaru must protect you.”
Kagome hugged him back just as fiercely. “Oh Sesshomaru. I have to protect you too. The only way I can do that though, is if I can get to the jewel.”
“This one does not require protection,” He huffed, before quieting. “However…such attempts from you would not be unwelcomed.”
She smiled gently, and leaned up.
Her lips graced his brow in a feather soft touch. It was the lightest of kisses and the most tender he had ever received. A sigh escaped him before he let his protective wall back up, and his face became devoid of any expression.
Kagome smiled. “Get me in close to the Shikon Jewel, Sesshomaru. The others can’t hold off Naraku forever. It’s time to end this.”
The daiyoukai surged forward, his power sending them speeding through the miasma like a bullet. He held Kagome with one hand, the other lashing out a poison whip at anything that threatened to halt their path. In a silver flurry, they were like lightening. They raced to the spider hanyou’s core, their combined powers causing the air to sizzle with might. The miko drew her bow and took aim at the faint outline of the tainted jewel.
Everything happened so fast. The second her arrow pierce the jewel through, she felt a connection. It had the gall to ask her what her wish was. After all the pain it had caused, after all the loss and spilt blood, it had the nerve to ask her what her wish would be. She tightened her hold on Sesshomaru—and wished the Jewel of the Four Souls to disappear from existence.
Everything shattered into darkness.
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SessKag Week Day 5 - At the Beach
The Bikini Experiment
Modern Day AU / Romance / 1,291 words
Kagome fussed in front of the mirror, turning this way and that. She adjusted the bikini top, feeling self-conscious.
She had been perfectly happy with her old one-piece swimsuit, but when she��d told Sango that Sesshoumaru had agreed to go to the beach with her, she had all but dragged her into a store and made her buy the bikini.
Though Kagome had wanted a day at the beach – like one you always saw in shoujo manga – she’d been surprised that Sesshoumaru had agreed to it. He was some years older than her and from a very well-off family... Thus he was more the ‘wine and dine in a fancy setting’ type than ‘let’s go to the beach’ type.
But that he was willing to step out of his comfort zone even though their relationship was still fresh and budding gave Kagome hope that despite their differences they might manage to build something together. Eventually.
Kagome pursed her lips.
Well, she would just have to trust Sango’s judgement and fashion sense.
She turned away from the mirror and shimmied into a sundress.
She was at the door, clutching her bag and toeing on her sandals, when her phone buzzed to alert her of a text message. She grabbed the phone.
The message was from Sesshoumaru, written in his typical succinct fashion.
Kagome stuffed the phone into her bag and rushed out the door.
Kagome was a babbling nervous wreck for the entire car ride. She kept sneaking furtive glances at Sesshoumaru and wondering if she’d got more than she bargained for.
This was the first time she’d seen Sesshoumaru so dressed down and it was all she could do not to drool. Sesshoumaru was dashing in a suit – but sitting there next to her in a short-sleeved shirt that was only buttoned half-way up and linen trousers with the legs rolled up to show a glimpse of well-defined shins had her thoughts going to dark and delicious places.
Casual looks suited him, made him seem more approachable.
Kagome looked down at her own sundress and made a face. Next to him, she was going to look downright shabby.
The moment she saw the glimmering blue ocean for the first time, however, Kagome’s mood brightened. She leaned towards the window, bursting with excitement.
Several minutes later, Sesshoumaru finally pulled up at a parking lot and they got out of the car.
Kagome couldn’t help the skip in her step as she hurried towards the beach. Sesshoumaru trailed behind her, following at a more sedate pace.
Finally there, Kagome kicked off her sandals. She sank her toes in the sand, revelling in the warmth and slight roughness of its texture. She breathed in deep, filling her lungs with the fresh air carrying the unmistakable salty tang of the sea.
She opened her eyes, not sure when she had closed them, and found Sesshoumaru standing beside her, holding her sandals in his hand.
“We used to go to the beach when I was younger,” Kagome spoke, replying to the silent question in his amused eyes. “Back when dad was still alive. I’ve missed it.”
“You haven’t been here since?”
“Once. With my friends when I was in high school.”
He studied her for a moment. “Then I’m glad you decided to bring me here.”
She flushed in delight and grabbed his free hand.
“Come on.”
He let her pull him along.
It wasn’t too hard to find a good spot. Since they’d come on a weekday, the beach wasn’t too crowded even though the day was sunny and warm and perfectly summery.
Kagome pulled a blanket from her bag and set it down.
A brief smile touched Sesshoumaru’s lips.
“I wondered why you had such a big bag. You come prepared.”
“I do,” Kagome said, giving the old yellow backpack an affectionate pat. “I’ve got towels and three bottles of water. I made bentou for later and there’s watermelon for a snack.”
“I’m impressed.”
Kagome smiled brightly at the compliment.
Then, hoping to look cool and collected instead of a ball of jitters, Kagome closed her fingers around the hem of her sundress.
She pulled the dress over her head and snuck a glance at Sesshoumaru from under her lashes. She thought she saw his eyes widen but couldn’t be sure.
She folded her dress and put it in her backpack, feeling the weight of Sesshoumaru’s gaze on her back. She fought hard not to fidget or adjust her bikini as she straightened and faced him.
Sesshoumaru looked at her and offered no comment.
Kagome’s shoulders slumped a little as disappointment welled in the pit of her stomach.
Unable to stomach the tense silence, she plastered a smile onto her lips.
“I think I’ll go for a swim, wanna come?”
He shook his head. “I’d better stay here and look after your things.”
“Thanks,” Kagome said, swallowing another wave of disappointment.
Why had she even bothered, Kagome thought bitterly as she stomped towards the water. Why had she let Sango talk her into buying this stupid bikini?
Sango had been so sure. So smug. “He won’t know where to put his eyes.”
Yeah right!
Sango was an idiot, and Kagome was an even bigger one for believing in her. Sesshoumaru'd had no trouble at all keeping his eyes politely above her shoulders.
Maybe he wasn’t attracted to her, the way she was to him. Kagome was pretty, but she didn’t turn heads the way Sesshoumaru did.
Kagome sighed and stopped when she felt cool water lapping at her feet. She cast one last glance at Sesshoumaru over her shoulder, then waded into the water.
The seawater had managed to cool Kagome’s head and she felt much better when she was walking towards the shore, her steps heavy with the water pushing against her knees.
Her good mood disappeared as quickly as it had been restored, however. Up on the beach, on their spot, Sesshoumaru was sitting on the blanket – surrounded by three women.
Kagome’s temper sparked.
She hadn’t even been gone long and already he had an admiring audience?!
She probably should have seen it coming, he always did attract attention – but his non-reaction to her bikini aside, he was her boyfriend, damn it!
Kagome picked up her pace, all but stomped as she reached the shore.
She was about half-way towards the three poachers when she found her path blocked.
“Hey there.”
She blinked at the grinning guy standing in her way, then stepped around him.
A hand caught her wrist.
“What’s the rush, babe?”
Kagome turned around to glare at him.
Her fraying temper snapped, and she was about to give him a piece of her mind – when a warm hand slid to the small of her back where it splayed in a possessive manner.
Kagome’s mouth snapped shut.
“Did you have something you wished to discuss with my girlfriend?” Sesshoumaru’s words might have been polite, but his tone of voice was freezing.
“Nah man, sorry.” The guy let go of Kagome and raised his hands in a surrender.
Kagome’s hip bumped against Sesshoumaru as he tugged her against his side.
“I knew that bikini of yours was going to be trouble,” he muttered under his breath, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
Kagome’s breath caught in her throat.
“What?”
He silenced her with a kiss so hard it left Kagome’s knees wobbly.
When he pulled back, there was heat in his eyes she’d never seen there before and Kagome’s hands curled to clutch at the lapels of his half-buttoned shirt.
There was only one fleeting though on her mind before she leaned into him to claim another kiss: she needed to send Sango a thank you card.
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Sesskag Week Day 5: ~Day at the Beach~
Accidentally Meeting
Word Count: 667, Goblin: the Lonely and Great God AU
Sesshomaru tapped his fingers impatiently, his messenger was taking an awful long time to return. Deciding that the boy could leave the message in the mailbox, he turned around and disappeared through his front door. He stepped into the large buckwheat field, the stalks of white flowers swaying around his calves. Rin would be anxiously waiting him to visit her. She always did at the end of the week. His leather shoes made sure not to crush any of the flowers underneath as he walked through the fields.
She was the only one of his stewards that he buried here. It seemed fitting that the place where he died the first time, she should be put to rest there too. The girl had never left his side until her journey to the afterlife.
He sat down by a small stone shrine, pulling off his suit jacket and resting it on his lap. Carefully, he began to pick the buckwheat, his gold eyes soft and remembering. Rin loved picking the flowers from this field. His claws were meticulous as they sliced the stems with quick cuts. It didn’t take long for him to have a bouquet in his hands. He turned it over a few times to make sure it was as full as he wanted it to be before he stood, jacket tucked over his arm. Patting the shrine, he walked away, mentally saying goodbye.
As he walked away, he felt a tug on his mind. Furrowing his brow, he became confused as the telltale plumes of lilac smoke began to pull at his shoulders and arms. His power was being used.
“What in the world—”
Suddenly he wasn’t in a field of buckwheat. His shoes kicked up sand as he took a step forward, and he found himself on the shore of the beach. Which beach, he didn’t have the slightest idea, but he was on a beach. He blinked in surprise, gold eyes narrowing when he found a girl sitting next to him, face away from his sight. In her lap was a small cupcake with a smoldering candle in it.
“Woman, what did you do?” He demanded, finding no other source of how he could have appeared where he was.
The girl sniffed, wiping her eyes immediately with the back of her hands. “I’m sorry, what?”
She turned to look at him.
Both of them found themselves taken aback.
“Sesshomaru?” she gasped, her tone incredulous.
“You are the woman who trapezed around the country side with my idiot hanyou brother,” he realized.
“I don’t know about ‘trapezed’, but sheesh,” Kagome tilted her head to the side. “How on earth did you find me?”
I didn’t. He blinked, not answering.
With a small smile she looked at the flowers in his hands. “Those are pretty.”
“It’s buckwheat,” he answered, still staring at her.
“Buckwheat, they say that means lovers,” she joked before realizing that with him, that was a very bad idea. She fidgeted. “Er. It’s good to know you’re still around, you know. I’m sure if everyone were still—”
He dropped the flowers by her side and turned around walking away.
“Hey, jerk!” she called after him, picking up the flowers and waving them around. “I was talking! You could have at least excused yourself.”
Instead Sesshomaru found himself discomforted how the Shikon Miko, someone from his time as a daiyokai, still lived on. In fact he was even more disturbed at how she looked exactly the same. Her uniform from when they defeated Naraku was different, but other than that—there was no change.
That worried him to no end, and it felt that somehow, this encounter on the beachfront would not be their last.
“You could have at least said goodbye!” she called after him.
And then the goblin smirked, skin crinkling around his gold eyes—even if he was stuck in the same time as her, it seemed as though their meetings would at least be amusing.
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Even (SKW2018d5)
Prompt: Blade, protect, trust
Post Canon. 1,091 words
Kagome had been gone for a long time.
When she’d left Edo all those years ago, heartbroken and cheated out of her happily ever after, she hadn’t been sure she’d ever come back.
But rumours had reached her ears all the way up north in Hokkaido; alarming rumours of youkai amassing in the east, plundering villages, wreaking havoc.
And ever since hearing about it, she hadn’t stopped thinking about Edo and her friends.
How were Sango and Miroku doing? How strong had Shippou grown? Was Kaede still a force to be reckoned with? What would little Rin be like all grown up?
And most importantly, why hadn’t any of them managed to stop this horde of youkai so infamous that whispers of their deeds had travelled across hundreds of miles?
The worry had finally become too much to bear, and since the cracks in Kagome’s heart had been scarred over with time, she’d packed her things and resolved to make the long trek across Honshuu to Edo.
She had made good time.
The scenery through which she was walking now was familiar. She should reach the village in a few more days.
The bout of homesickness that twisted her gut took her completely by surprise.
Kagome had expected to feel nervous. She’d expected to feel conflicted. She’d expected the old rage she’d felt the day she’d left Edo behind to resurface.
Instead, she felt at peace.
She was so taken aback by that sudden realisation she almost missed the youki.
Almost.
It was faint and flickering and Kagome immediately turned towards it, started to make a beeline to it.
The dark sluggish pulses lead her towards a small cave.
Those pulses worried Kagome; they were too alike to a heartbeat.
And if that was what the youki was mimicking, the heartbeat was weak.
Kagome peeked into the cave.
Even knowing what she was going to find inside, the sight wrenched a sharp gasp from her, made her heart ache.
Resolved, Kagome grabbed her sword.
She pulled it out of the scabbard in a practised move and plunged it down into the rocky ground.
A barrier flared up instantly, strong and bright.
Kagome had to stoop down to enter the cave.
He must have crawled in, on his last fading strength.
He had managed to crawl all the way to the end. That was where he lay now, in a bloodied heap, his clothes and armour in tatters.
And yet, even unconscious, he was still clutching his sword.
Kagome smiled.
She would’ve expected nothing less of him.
His body was trying to heal itself, but there was too much damage and too little youki left.
Kagome knelt beside him, brushed the matted hair – tainted rusty red from his blood – from his forehead.
“Consider this a payback,” she murmured to his unhearing ears, “for the time you protected me.”
She closed her eyes, called forth her reiki and began to heal.
Sesshoumaru woke up weak and exhausted – which was no wonder, given how little youki he had left. He blinked into the gloom, wondering why he was in a cramped cave.
For a few more seconds he remained blissfully oblivious; then the memories flooded in.
Of the horde of youkai, the attack, of fighting for his life.
Sesshoumaru glanced down at Bakusaiga, clenched his hand around its hilt.
At first he figured he’d win easily. But these were no mindless lesser youkai – after they’d witness the sheer devastation Bakusaiga was capable of, they’d quickly spread out enough so Bakusaiga’s destructive powers couldn’t pass on from one to the next.
It had not gone well for him after that.
A growl rumbled in Sesshoumaru’s throat, and he instantly became aware of three things – the cold bite of reiki brushing against the weak remnants of his youki, the sweet and familiar scent lingering in the air and the sounds of fighting from outside.
Sesshoumaru scrambled up so fast he hit his head in the low ceiling of the cave.
He was fully healed, but without his youki, not yet fit to fight.
Still, he rushed out of the cave, sword at the ready – and came to a complete stop.
It wasn’t the full horde, although these demons were similar. But it wasn’t the sight of the youkai that had shocked him.
It was the miko.
She dodged an attack and turned aside in one smooth move, neatly cleaving through the youkai. Another one lunged at her back and disintegrated the moment he made contact. The miko was cloaked in reiki, wearing it like and armour. She stepped and slashed, parried and stabbed. The bodies were piling at her feet.
Had Sesshoumaru had lesser control of himself, he would have gaped.
The miko had vanished a long time ago. Sesshoumaru had heard from Rin what had happened and didn’t blame her one bit for leaving.
He thought he’d never see her again, yet here she was.
Changed.
When had she acquired a sword forged from youkai remains and infused in reiki? And when had she become so proficient in using it? When had she learned such mastery over her reiki? When had she cut her hair, got that scar on her neck?
With the last youkai shrieking and falling to the ground dead, the miko flicked blood off her sword and turned.
She smiled when she saw him, but even that was different.
Older, dimmer and little tight around the edges.
Yet when she spoke it was as if they had parted only yesterday.
“It’s good to see you’re up. You had me worried, Sesshoumaru.”
His gaze bore into her bold blue eyes.
“You healed me. Thank you.”
She shrugged and wiped her blade clean before sheathing it. “You protected me when we fought against Naraku, so now we’re even.”
That one word pierced his chest, though his face remained impassive.
Even. Indeed.
She was looking at him, more rueful than he remembered her to be. “I’m guessing the rumours are true, then?”
“If by rumours you mean the horde, yes.”
“Well.” She tilted her head, the corners of her lips curving upward. “What are we going to do about it?”
The question startled him.
Sesshoumaru had admired the miko’s strength – grudgingly – before. Before she had disappeared, before she had changed.
But after seeing how well she had fought the youkai and how confident and ready she was to take care of the problem… The time for admiration was past.
Now, the miko might actually be the first person Sesshoumaru would trust to stand alongside him.
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