The Love Spell: A Sesshomaru x Kagome Fanfiction

Chapter 11: Tomorrow We Fight

"Yo, how's my woman?" Koga's handsome face flashed a lopsided grin as he made eye contact with Kagome, who instinctively bristled at his words but welcomed his presence nonetheless. However, before she could respond a certain hanyou started shouting. What else was new?

"You bastard, how the hell did you get through the well!" Inuyasha growled as he took a step towards them, his hand already resting on the hilt of his sword. Kikyo's glassy gaze moved between Sesshomaru's defensive stance, her reincarnation's relatively lack of response to her place beside Inuyasha, and her frustrated lover's growling face. To her rational mind it was a rather interesting turn of events.

Unlike what most people thought of her, Kikyo did not blindly hate the futuristic miko. She only resented the onna for her ability to so easily take hold of all the things she had lost when Naraku took her life. Her love for Inuyasha had permeated her very being when she was alive, so seeing Inuyasha care for another, let alone one that held part of her soul, how could she not be bitter? It was because of this that Kikyo had invested this second chance at life in driving a wedge between Inuyasha and the one named Kagome.

It was petty. It was cruel. It was selfish. She had done dreadful things and her reiki had suffered from her vile actions, but Kikyo didn't know any other way. This tiny sliver of a soul that animated her clay body lived for one thing. The anger that had festered in her soul at the point of her death and reborn during her rebirth at the hands of that damn witch lingered in her stony heart, but it was not what it had been. Now, the vast majority of that hatred was directed solely at Naraku, the perpetrator of all her agony. Nonetheless, there were some things that Kikyo could not relinquish whether in life or death. One was the protection of the Shikon Jewel. The other, the dead miko laid her hand on the riled hanyou before glancing one last time at the calm, yet slightly annoyed, expression on the younger onna's face.

"Calm down, Inuyasha. Drawing your weapon against one of our strongest allies is not wise. Let us hear what they have to say." The cold monotone voice sounded like an echo bouncing off a lonely mountain side but it still seemed to calm Inuyasha's anger.

Sesshomaru watched this display with disinterest. Truly, he did not understand many of the things his half-wit of a half-brother thought in that useless brain of his, but the thing that ceased to amaze him was that the idiot actually preferred the clay imitation of flesh to the living, breathing miko that stood behind him. Her loyalty and love was limitless, yet the whelp threw it all away for his former puppy love.

The older demon sighed for the ignorance of one of his own bloodline. Sesshomaru was probably the only one that could sense the decline in the former miko's reiki and the darkness that had begun to taint the purity of her soul. It was disgusting. It was ugly. It was human. Kikyo was a true representation of what the demon lord had come to associate with both human and miko alike. However, the daiyoukai gave little thought to the slow disintegration of the dead priestess' soul for it had nothing to do with him. Her abilities were still adequate to provide some form of assistance during their battle and if they were not then she would simply perish due to her own incompetence.

No, Sesshomaru did not spare a second thought over the dead miko. Instead, he and his beast were internally snarling at the wolf prince who had been inching his way forward with the look of a beast stalking his prey. In that second, Sesshomaru wondered what could possibly derange the wolf pup into casting such a glance at Lord Sesshomaru of the West, but it was when the wolf leaped into action that the daiyoukai realized he was not the male's target.

"Kagome!" Koga lunged forward, fully prepared to take his woman into his arms and twirl her around once or twice for good measure. The matter bringing them together was serious as could be but the young prince was overjoyed at the prospect of being in his gal's presence once again. It had been far too long since they last met.