The Love Spell: A Sesshomaru x Kagome Fanfiction

Chapter 10: Questions and Answers

"Let's go, Sesshomaru." The miko's voice and actions were firm as she began leading the stunned demon lord by the hand. Sesshomaru was so shocked by the miko's drastic shift in demeanor that the proud daiyoukai didn't even stop to consider the degrading image a tiny miko leading him around by the arm would present as he followed behind the miko like a dog on a leash. His analytical mind was too busy going in to overdrive as Sesshomaru and his beast tried to decipher the barrage of scents assaulting their sensitive nose.

The miko was the main source of the potent emotions roiling in the air around him like a cloud, but even Sesshomaru was having a hard time working through the mass to discover the miko's current mental state. The female was obviously distressed, despite her earlier smile before taking his hand. Sesshomaru was sure of this for two reasons. One, the miko voluntarily touched his person despite how awkward things had been before he left for the Shiro. Second, the miko was quiet and that was always dangerous. It didn't take a genius, like himself, to figure out that a silent miko was merely the calm before the storm. Hell, even Inuyasha had figured that out by now so how could Sesshomaru, with his superior mind and abilities, be ignorant of such things. Still, as the pair wadded through the tempest of emotions whipping around them, the miko remained silent as she lead the equally silent demon through the streets, up the Shrine steps, and in to her home, all while gripping Sesshomaru's hand like he was a life line for her sanity.

Golden eyes narrowed as they assessed every aspect of the miko's world. The sights, sounds, and smells were a strange combination of things he knew and things he could have never imagined. Stone buildings and walls lined the odd road, houses similar yet not to wealthy lords in his time littered the streets, and the overwhelming scent of humanity continuously sullied his aristocratic nose. It was only when the miko had pulled him to the top of the Shrine stairs that Sesshomaru's shoulders began to relax. The unknown world below had his nerves on edge, but the scent of purity and hallowed ground oddly enough calmed him with its familiarity. Once his mood stabilized, those same eyes of gold wandered back to the tiny onna before him.

Raven black locks that reflected blue in the pale moonlight were unbound and swayed with the miko's smooth gait, falling like elegant waves down to the miko's hips that also swayed with every step she took. The impatient pace she had set before slowed upon reaching the Shrine, and Sesshomaru could sense that the miko had also calmed to some degree; however, this revelation did not allow Sesshomaru to progress with his assessment of the miko's current state for as soon as the daiyoukai took a stealthy whiff in the female's direction, the arrogant lord received another shock. When had the miko learned to conceal her scent?

The lack of communication, both verbally and now physically, sent Sesshomaru's already riled up beast in to a frenzy. Big paws pushed against Sesshomaru's mentally fornicated constraints and barks and growls demanded his other half to comfort their miko. Both males were by no means ignorant, though one half had a serious case of emotional constipation, and they both knew the situation the miko had just experienced would be traumatic for most. How could their female smile and pretend that nothing happened? No matter how strong the little one before them was, how could her gentle heart not be damaged by such a thing? How could they, as her future mate, have allowed such a transgression against her person?

A clawed hand tightened around the miko's dainty fingers when the image of that worthless male assaulting his miko flashed behind Sesshomaru's eyes. No one touched what was his. No one.

By this time, Kagome had already successfully snuck the daiyoukai in to her room. Her actions went unnoticed as her family was made up of mostly early risers who liked to go to bed early and wake up even earlier—something Kagome loathed. It helped, however, that Sesshomaru hadn't made a sound since she started pulling him towards her home (something that would have the little miko groaning in embarrassment at a later time). For now, Kagome's mind was a mess.