My Fair Kagome...Will You Ever Be Mine?

Kwah!! Thank you very much for your reviews!! I was amazed some readers remember that this fanfic still even existed as I hadn’t updated in such a long time!! XD

Ano I guess there is some stuff to clear up so that you, my dear readers, are not too confused ne?

Note number one: InuTashio IS NOT Kagome’s biological father, rather he is Sesshoumaru and InuYasha’s father. However, InuTashio regards himself as Kagome’s father as she was missing a father figure and he has grown protective over his ward. This was also mentioned in the last chapter about how Kagome is happy that she isn’t forced to mate with Sesshoumaru, and that InuTashio will be satisfied if Kagome is happy.

Note number two: Where did InuYasha go? Wasn’t he going after Kagome-chan like Sesshoumaru and Kouga? Well, yes he was/is. But don’t forget that both Kouga and Sesshoumaru are full-fledge demons and are much faster than that of a hanyou.

Note number three: Kagome was distressed and crying at the end of the last chapter because she can’t believe she acted as a wanton female. She believed herself to be a virtuous female that could not be swayed by the sins of pleasure. As a reviewer has said, “She can't get all hot and bothered without having to fear for her virtue.” by madmiko

Note number four: A lot of you have inquired to NOT have a Kikyo and InuYasha pairing. I will take this into consideration during the development of this fic!! But who’s to say I can’t have fun with the two of them?

Note number five: Miroku and Sango you say? They will be present in this chapter to help overcome Kagome-chan’s melancholy.

WARNING!! SEXUAL CONTENT AND REFERENCES IN THIS CHAPTER!! IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE…LOOK ELSEWHERE BUT THIS FANFIC!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! I MEAN IT!! LOOK AWAY IF YOU ARE NOT INTO THIS!!

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Kagome sat huddled on her bed, whimpering like the pathetic female she was. She wasn’t pathetic in the sense that she was a useless onna, rather she felt she was a pathetic ningen in terms of almost breaking the one thing she had that she could truly take pride in herself, and that was her strong sense of will power. But when she was in the delicious presence of Sesshoumaru-sama giving her untold pleasure… Her strong sense of self had flown out the window in an instant. She was no better than the whores that would accompany the beds of men!

Kagome exhaled loudly, she was ashamed to leave her bed chamber lest she encountered either Lord Kouga or Lord Naraku, and worst still, Lord Sesshoumaru. She was grateful that InuTashio had come to save her by trying his best to protect her modesty when she was found in her predicament. She hoped to Kami-sama that with time she would look back and laugh upon this incident. Kagome slumped on top of her pillow thinking it was going to be highly unlikely.

Damn that Naraku!! It was his bloody fault for getting her into her current situation! Had it not been for him, she wouldn’t have found out the untold pleasure of the flesh.

Kagome groaned out her frustrations and punched the pillows to lessen her anger.

A knock was heard from her grand oak door, and a feminine voice from beyond the barrier spoke, “Kagome-chan? It’s Sango and Miroku-san.”

Kagome opened the door and quickly ushering them inside. Having the large door back in its initial position of being closed and her two friends hidden safely away within the confines of her room absent from the prying eyes of outsiders, Kagome leaped into Sango’s arms and commenced to cry quietly.

Sango and Miroku who were in the dark, as was the others in the castle saved those who were immediately involved, did not understand Kagome’s sudden burst of depression she was going through.

“Nani Kagome-chan?” Sango soothed out the words to female in her arms.

Kagome reluctantly withdrew from Sango’s arms, “Ane-ue…I feel so ashamed of myself.”

Miroku’s staff jingled as he walked towards Kagome’s bed and motioned for the other two to follow suit.

Kagome bravely looked upon her two best friends and did her best into retelling her tragic tale.

Sango and Miroku both carried surprised looks as she mention the events that led to her being found in Sesshoumaru’s presence.

“Zannen desu ne. (How unfortunate.)” Sango replied to her tale.

“Aa sou desu ka? (Is that so?)” Was Miroku’s answer, “Demo Kagome-chan you staying within the protection of your room will not help solve the problem, nor will you gain an understanding of why the two of them acted as they did. Have you considered one to be suitors to be your mate yet?”

“Iie, houshi-sama.”

“Kagome-chan. Drop the formalities with me, I am your friend and we are always indebted to you for being our friend.”

Sango nodded her head in agreement, “Hai Kagome-chan it was you who first became my friend within the castle. Had it not been for you, I would have surely lost my sanity from the pressure. And because of our friendship, I will always pledge you my loyalty and friendship.”

“What happened to that arrogant and stubborn Kagome-chan that I knew so well? The one who would spout and retort angrily when offended? But perhaps…” Miroku sighed dreamily as if he was composing dirty pictures of Kagome in his head, most probably thinking of the erotic pictures that Kagome had so innocently said of herself.

“Houshi!” Sango bit out angrily as if she knew what the lecherous monk was thinking.

“Shou ga nai. (It can’t be helped.)” Miroku said sheepishly, sporting the newly added bump from Sango into his collection of the day. Miroku cleared his throat, “Apparently much has happened since Sango-chan and I left to slay a demon in the neighboring village.”

Kagome nodded her head dumbly, “Hai! It was all the fault of the Southern Lord, Naraku-sama!” Kagome did not seem to notice the rigid stance that the monk took and the apprehensive look upon his face upon hearing the name of the southern lord.

As if Miroku was possessed, he roughly grabbed Kagome’s shoulder. “What did you say?!” The monk shook Kagome roughly, “Did you just say the name Naraku?!”

“H-hai.” Kagome said in a startled voice, never having seen Miroku anything but calm and demure. She was confused at his sudden outburst.

Fear gripped Miroku for the safety of the Eastern princess. It felt as if a hand had taken hold of Miroku’s heart and clenched it painfully.

“Kagome-sama,” Miroku took on an air of seriousness, “I have never told you nor Sango of the story of this cursed hand of mine…My purpose upon entering the Eastern lands was to find and eliminate a demon, a terrible demon that goes by the name of Naraku.”

“Naraku?” Kagome said hesitantly, dreading upon hearing the truth and that this ‘Naraku’ Miroku was referring to, was the same ‘Naraku’ who was currently in among the mist of courting her.

“Yes, and it was this same demon that left me with this cursed hole in my right hand.” Miroku paused briefly, “According to father, my grandfather battled Naraku long ago in his youth, it was over fifty years ago. Their battle ensued for several years, and each time Naraku appeared before my grandfather, he took on a form of a different human.”

Kagome frowned into deep thought, “He was a shape shifter?”

“They say that the last time he appeared before my grandfather, he took on the form of a beautiful woman. My grandfather, Miyatsu had great spiritual powers but unfortunately as fate would have it…”

“Don’t tell me… He was a lecher?” Sango interjected.

“Remarkable intuition Sango-chan! That is to be expected from the woman who will bear me a son!” Miroku stated.

“Houshi-sama! Get serious you baka!” With that Sango whacked Miroku once again.

Miroku sighed and continued on with his tale, “Naraku pierced through my grandfather’s right hand with his sacred religious seals and managed to escape.

Naraku said this to my grandfather ‘The abyssal hole that I have cursed you with shall be passed down to your children and their children so long as I live. Each generation shall thus be cursed, until no one remains.’

Each year the whole in my hand becomes bigger, and the wind ever more powerful. Unless I can defeat Naraku, I myself will eventually be devoured by the hole.”

“So in other words… You mean it will kill you?! IIE! I don’t want houshi-sama to die!!” Kagome clutched onto the sleeve of Miroku’s robe, frighten at the thought of loosing another person who was dear to her. She did not want to relive the horrible days that she went through of the aftermath of her brother, Souta’s death. She didn’t think she would be able to cope through the loneliness again.

Miroku’s eyes softened toward the gentle creature known as Kagome and possessing the wisdom far older than he should have, he said slowly, “Yes, and I am prepared to accept that fate, if such is truly my destiny. But in the meantime, I must continue in trying to stop Naraku.”

Sango rose from the bed and held her hiraikotsu in hand, determination gleaming into her soft-doe brown eyes, “Then we shall go forth and see if the Southern Lord is the Naraku that you speak of. I do not believe Naraku to be a common name and cannot be of a coincidence.”

“Dear Sango, are you troubled by this wretched fate of mine?” Miroku leaned forward and captured Sango’s hands in both of his own.

“Sort of.” Sango stuttered, a faint pink tingeing her cheeks.

Miroku embraced her from behind and said at a very close proximity to Sango’s ears, but spoke loud enough so that the hime could hear what was spoken. “Then do me this good turn will you? I wish for you to bear me a son.”

“N-Nani?! And why would I do that?”

“If for some unforeseeable reason I should fail to destroy Naraku, I should like my son to carry on the family’s mission.”

The amorous lecherous monk Miroku was down and unconscious on the ground before he could hear the reply that Sango would have given.

“BAKA HOUSHI!!” Sango held her arms crossed over her chest and blew the bangs away from her eyes, “And to think that he would revert back to his perverted ways with such a serious topic.”

Kagome laughed at the show that the two of them displayed, from the action earlier on Sango’s part, it was clear to see that she cared deeply for the monk. But she could not help but feel sadden at the life that was lain out before Miroku nor could she bear to imagine what life would be like without her two friends.

She had seen Miroku use his kaazana only once, and that was when they first met.

Kagome stared at the motionless figure of the monk and recalled that fateful day…

Kagome’s brother Souta had died not too long before she met Miroku. She was wandering aimlessly among the castle’s ground in a trance like state, mourning painfully inside herself refusing to believe in his death when it was not too long ago that the two of them where running around happily, weaving in and out of the cherry blossom trees.

The next thing she was aware was a young man donning of purple robes rushing towards her. Kagome did not comprehend why the look of fear had crossed his face and why he was in such a hurry reach her.

That was, until she heard the booming howl of a rabid inu. She turned her head to calculate from where the animal was, the youkai was seen not too far off the distance, but it was apparent that foam was frothing from the crazed demon dog’s mouth and it was headed straight towards her!

Kagome closed her eyes; she would die with no regrets. She no longer had the will to carry on. Thinking wishfully that when the youkai took her life, she would be able to be at peace with herself and see her brother again.

But she was thrown abruptly aside, away from the course of impact that the monstrous dog was running towards. The monk was to blame for this action.

“My lady, you are far too beautiful to die today. I sense your sadness, but I do not believe that you should throw your life away so carelessly.”

Tears started to blur her vision, “You cannot understand the pain that I go through everyday! And what of you? Are you willingly prepared to die for a person that you do not know?!”

The holy man smiled and had to shout to be heard over the thunderous cries of the beast, “Mochiron! I would willingly die to save such a fair maiden in distress! Demo, today is not the day for that. I must get rid of the diseased dog, else it come into contact with other animals and spread its virus to them. Or worse yet it ravages the village.”

The princess could feel the deafening vibrations of the ground coursing though her body. The man was insane! He alone could not defeat such an enormously large animal single handedly.

The man appeared to have sighed and held his right hand out, as if waiting for the opportune moment to strike the animal down.

Perhaps he was similar to Kami-sama and would strike the youkai down with thunderbolts? But if that were the case, other animals would feast upon its carcass and become infected as well.

The youkai came to a stop in a close distance to the monk and growled hungrily. Its blood shot red eyes, seeing nothing more than the meal that was presented before it. Saliva dripped in large quantities around the inu, dissolving on the ground when it came into contact.

The canine pounced into the air, ready to devour its prey. Though it never came to be, with speed that was impossible to say but godly, the monk unraveled his rosary bead from his right hand and with the sound of rushing wind, the animal was gone.

The monk let out a rush of breath he didn’t know he held, chuckling he ruffled his hair and turned to see the fair maiden he had saved.

However, what stood before him was not a docile and grateful female, on the contrary she was all riled up and ready to take his life from the stance that she stood.

“Baka houshi! You had to intervene!! I was ready to end my life!” She flew toward the monk and started to pound on his chest.

“Sumi masen is what I should be saying, but I do not regret saving you.” The monk stated as her beatings lightened.

Kagome couldn’t hold it in anymore, she tried so hard to appear brave in front of everyone, and everyone had told her it wasn’t her fault. But the more people sympathized and pitied her, the worse she felt.

She broke down in the monk’s arms, letting all the sorrows and misery dissipating into the form of tears. She never felt more alone than when she was surrounded by her fake friends. They weren’t friends; they were only people waiting for the moment for her to be weak before they gave her the finishing blow. She didn’t have any true friends whom she could share her stories with. Always agreeing to what she said simply because she was the princess, and wanted to be in her good graces. The only person that she could call a friend was her inu hanyou, InuYasha.

InuYasha was ridiculed often when he was in the Eastern Lands, for he was neither a full youkai nor a full human. Thus, both clans rejected him, Kagome on the other hand accepted him for who he was and not what he was.

Her so called friends had often made rude comments about how the Eastern princess was always hanging around such a shady animal and that he was unfit to be in Kagome’s presence. InuYasha never heeded the remarks until one day when the females had started bad mouthing his only friend and the males throwing pebbles and other small stones at the princess. It was then that InuYasha snapped and drove them all away from the castle and back to whence they came. Like an older brother consoling his little sister, he had hugged her until she stopped crying, similar to the embrace the monk was now currently offering to her.

The monk stood still and did his best to comfort the distraught female in his arms; he would usually in this case grope the female in his arms. But his intuition for once had overridden his instincts, she was wearing too rich of clothing to be from the village. Perhaps she was of noble birth?

The monk sighed and offered her no words of comfort as it would surely only worsen both the situation and her condition. No, that was left for her lover or another male figure that cared deeply for her.

“KAGOME!!” Shouted a masculine voice. “HIME!!”

Kagome sniffled and dried her tears, walking out of the hold of the cleric, “HAI!! INUYASHA!!”

InuYasha appeared in front of the princess and took hold of her in his arms. Noticing the other male presence, he growled. Poised for battle, he shielded her from the monk with his right arm and reached for his sword.

“InuYasha, matte.” Kagome grabbed hold of his ears and tugged on it lightly, signifying to listen to her before he did anything too rash.

Taking an air of authority, the monk introduced himself with a formal bow, “Watashi wa Miroku.” (My name is Miroku.)


Kagome was brought out of her reverie when Sango landed another blow to Miroku as he tried to grope her again. The man would never learn, demo she was grateful that she befriended her three friends, whom she could place her life in their hands.

Kagome got off her bed and headed towards the door and called back towards her friends, “Ano, I’m going to go out for a bit to get some fresh air. I’ve been hiding away from both Lord Sesshoumaru and Lord Kouga since the incident of this morning.”

“Do you want me to come along with you Kagome-chan?” Inquired Sango, whom was watching adversely at the perverted monk.

“Iie, that’s fine. I shall brave the confrontation myself.” With that Kagome, took a deep breath and left through the door.


InuYasha ran among the castle grounds still in his demonic mode until he encountered a female whom he realized to be Kagome in his frenzied state and clutched her possessively. He snarled and brought her to the gardens where he divest himself free of his clothing and shredded the onna’s clothing until she lay stark naked underneath him.

He growled triumphantly and thrust his hard marble shaft into the woman’s sleek opening and pounded furiously into her. Not stopping when the female underneath him cried out in pain from the forced entry. Growling madly, InuYasha pounded into her making ardent love to her.

It did not take too long for the female to commence moaning and writhing beneath the fearsome inu and shuddering violently when she came.

“Ka-go-me,” rasped the hanyou and growled when he felt the first stirrings of tension around his balls, loving the feel of the ningen’s sheathe clench his hard male rod, refusing to be let freed of until it was milked dried of all its contents.

InuYasha snarled as his demonic mind was in need to rut her in the position of his ancestors. InuYasha pulled out of her tight cavern of pleasure and turned her to rest on her knees.

Before a protest could escape from the woman, InuYasha rammed himself back into her with more vigor and force. A loud moan erupted from her throat and screams of pleasure followed closely.

InuYasha held his prey by his arms, forcing her to arch herself backwards as he pounded in from behind mercilessly. Her breasts bounced up and down rapidly in sync with the rhythm the inu had set, enjoying the raw pleasure he was giving to her.

Having his sanity left him long ago; all that was left of him was his primitive animalistic instincts. InuYasha felt the vise that held him enraptured around his male sword, driving him mad with need to release.

Leaning his mouth near her neck, he grazed his fangs along the pale of her throat, purring as he heard the sounds of euphoria leave her swollen vocal cords.

With his primal drives taking control of his body, InuYasha reached down with one hand between the area where both he and his bitch met, feeling both her love juices trailing down her leg and lubricating his frenzied fucking. With his other hand, he snaked it around her right breast and clutched it hard, kneading it and molding it to his contentment.

He growled as he swirled his clawed fingers on her small sensitive region and took in great delight when her moans reached to an even higher pitch. But it did not deter the beast at all, he had a job to do, and that was to make her come with him…Hard.

InuYasha pinched her already swollen clit, initiating the woman to orgasm with him in tow. Even though he had released his content into her, he involuntarily jerked his cock into her a few more times until she reached an even higher fulfillment, having his claws dug into her skin as she spasm violently.

Having both of their energy spent, InuYasha collapsed on top of the woman, purring her name as sleep lulled him to his blissful slumber.

The woman, though having enjoyed her sexual encounter with the inu, winced painfully at her swollen core and glared at the male with hatred. “Kagome, Kagome, Kagome. Just who the hell is this great Kagome?!”

The woman had been searching for Naraku within his lands when she realized that he was no longer within the surrounding area. The arrogant bastard had left her alone contained in the castle, whereas he ran off to find his obsession.

She had recalled that the object of his obsession was living within the Eastern Lands and thought to pursue him there. That was until this beast came and fucked her mad, giving her untold pleasure and passion that she had never felt with Naraku.

It was all this Kagome’s fault of where she was in her current situation. Naraku had always sought her out and no one else. Though she secretly enjoyed the fact that she was the one being sought out and not Kagura, it pained her nevertheless to know that to him, she was not Kikyo in his eyes, but the Eastern heiress Kagome.

Kikyo went in search of some form of water to bath herself of the sticky cum that the inu had ejaculated within her. To her, none was worthy to stay within her vaginal passage save for Naraku’s seeds. For then, there might be a possibility of having a child with him, having and creating with him a family to call her own.


Sesshoumaru glowered at the still unconscious wolf within his arms. Opting to get rid of the stench that seeped into his clothing, Sesshoumaru deemed it appropriate to rid himself of the troublesome ookami and threw him into a freezing cold rushing river, but cut himself short when he detected the gentle fragrance of his little miko.

Growling at his situation, he dumped the Northern lord in the pig sty that stood nearby, where the pigs ran amok the pig pen frantically at the intruder that slept on in their haven called mud.

A smirk graced his lips momentarily before he continued forth to rid himself of the pungent smell by sitting on top of a cherry blossom tree, rubbing the smell off with the small pink petals.

Sesshoumaru’s nose twitched as he could still smell the baka ookami on him, and sighed sadly, thinking that when he hugged Kagome-chan she would become tainted by the wolf’s scent. Sesshoumaru leaped off the tree branch and continued to pursue the woman of his dreams.


Kagome froze as her miko senses warned her that a strong inu demon was fast approaching her and relax slightly when she realized it to be none other than Sesshoumaru.

He surprised her when he enveloped her in a hug and inclined his head to purr lovingly in her ear. Had it not been for the disastrous escapade that happened in the hot springs earlier, she might have found herself to be blushing and giggling like a stupid naïve girl.

“Atchi e ike! Sawaranaide! ” (Go away! Don’t touch me!)

Oh dear. When would her body learn the lessons that her heart had-that he couldn’t be trusted? Would she have to be doddering on the edge of the grave? Because clearly her body was leaping for joy to have him near.

Dratted, witless body. She must teach it to behave.

Sesshoumaru immediately noticed the scent of arousal that had emitted from Kagome when he came into contact with her before she masked it.

Pray kami she stopped resisting him soon, or she would reduce him to begging.

He sighed, he seemed to be doing a lot of that and getting migraines since he met Kagome but it was all worth it when it came to her. Resolving to apologize for his earlier antics, he held onto her closely and whispered his apologetic words for her ears only. His breath slowly brushed across her ears and she shuddered involuntarily.

Sesshoumaru smiled at the effect he had on her and leaned in to kiss her gently. Not adding pressure for fear of driving her away and erecting barriers around herself once again which took him a while to break down in the first place.

Kagome let out an audible sigh of contentment when he left his lips from hers, and unknowingly had wrapped her arms around his waist enjoying his body heat.

Sesshoumaru, one whom was thought to be cold and unloving, smiled softly as she gradually accepted him.

Kagome yawned and was slowly lulled to sleep, but was jerked awake when he lifted her up to a supporting Sakura tree branch.

Sesshoumaru growled softly as he sat himself comfortably with her watching the Sakura petals dance along the breeze of the wind. The other leaves veiling them in within the confines of their safe haven.

The Eastern princess relaxed and fell asleep to the low rumblings of his chest, as he nuzzled affectionately along her neck.

Making sure she had dozed off by the steady beatings of her heart, Sesshoumaru whispered the faintest words of “Aishiteru” (I love you) into her delicately refined ears.

Kagome seemed to have heard his phrase of fondness by responding through nuzzling herself deeper into his embrace.

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KAWAII NE?! I have completed another chapter!!

This was originally supposed to be divided into two chapters…

But as I must inform you readers, I may not be posting another chapter by the end of this month as you know that I am in college (CEGEP) and May is considered as the last month of the semester. So this is a combination of both the April and May chapter post okay?

Plus there’s the fact that I’ll be away on May 12-13th for my gym intensive AND another weekend because it’s ANIME NORTH!! (May 25-27th)

Yes! That’s right! I, Corr-chan will finally be going to Anime North with is an anime convention held in Toronto. Though I live in Montréal, Québec (the adjacent province to Ontario in Canada) I will still bravely venture forth and go glomp all the cosplayers!! And blind you all with my camera flash!! (With their permission of course, I won’t have any monies to pay if I get arrested for violating an Anime North code) So if any of you are going, I hope to meet you at the convention!!

Hmm…A few notes for the readers’ understanding:

Note number one: Although Miroku's grandfather's name is never mentioned in the anime, his name was revealed to be Miyatsu by Miroku in the second movie.

Note number two: The conversation about Miroku’s wind tunnel was taken from both the dubbed and original version of the InuYasha episode 16: Mystical Hand of the Amorous Monk, Miroku. Hence, why a few of you die hard InuYasha fan readers might have felt a déjà vu feeling when reading the passage! But I obviously made a few adjustments to make it fit the storyline!

Note number three: As you realized I have given you readers mercy by putting the translation next to Japanese phrases that I used within this chapter as I thought you guys might be going mad by skimming up and down for the translation of the sentences that I used.

Even so, I shall still post up a dictionary!

Zannen desu ne = How unfortunate

Aa sou desu ka? = Is that so?

Shou ga nai = It can't be helped

Sawaranaide! = Don't touch me!

Atchi e ike! = Go away!

Aishiteru = I love you

Kawaii = Cute! Adorable!

By the way, yes Kikyo was the one InuYasha was with! But don’t despair! I can assure you that the two of them WILL NOT become a couple within this fanfic! It was a one time thing on InuYasha’s part when he was all lustful and mistook Kikyo to be Kagome. (As in the anime it’s the other way around of Kagome constantly being compared to Kikyo.)

Ja ne!!

Please review of what you thought of this chapter!! And comment of how you want the story to unfold!!