Betrothal of the Warrior Hime

AN: Rated M for mature content, and language. Slight lemonish lime. Violence. Moodiness as well. :D Um lets see what else. O yeah, o still don't own IY or any characters, the stories fiction, i just write it. as always please let me know what you think. - r0o

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Dance for Dominance, and with Blades.

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Sayuri made her way to her room with such purpose, the stride in her walk, the sway of her hips, she was a female on a mission. Reaching her door, she turned the knob and went in, it didn’t take long for her mate to arrive, though it had given her just enough time to prepare, wondering what was wrong with his mate, Shin went inside without even feeling out the room for her mood. Shin’s hand had been on the knob closing the door when it closed with a resounding click, meaning the door was locked. The lights were out, and with the dark grey skys out, and no light, the room was pitch black. It took moments for him to realize that his mate was in some odd type of mood, through his mating mark he was getting confused by the emotion she was allowing to leak through, anger, lust, desire, sadness, and a few more were all cycling his body telling him the mood his bitch was in. His eyes took moments to adjust to the dark, and when they did, he was slightly alarmed to see his mate naked.



Clawed hands pulled upon his body turning him with rapid speed he hadn’t seen his mate use since their pups were still young and rambunctious, he was thrown back upon the bed with speed and strength. The pale nude form of his mate was straddling him, he could feel the heat of her body pressing into his own, the delicate weight of her body pressing lightly against him, it didn’t take long before he tried, unsuccessfully to flip them so he was in the dominate position. She knew it was coming, she had been on her back on her hands and knees for every encounter for nearly four hundred years of more, she couldn’t even remember a time when she was not. Shifting her weight down she grounded her mate by grinding hard against him, so lost in the moist heat of his mates folds rubbing against him, he didn’t notice her tying him to the posts of the bed. He hadn’t noticed the ropes that had been set up weighting for him, nor had he ever thought his mate would even attempt something like this.



Again he tried to move when he noticed that he, the Second in command to the Western Lord, second General and lord of the northwestern border castle was trapped in submission to his mate. The whites of his eyes began to bleed crimson, and yet again his mate surprised him by allowing her demon out as well, the female inside was in shock and the sight of her lord and lover beneath her in such a manner that it sent heat in droves through her taught body. The scent and amorous intent of his mate was clear and his beast was in such a mood that it would allow this slight if for no other reason then to see what his female had planned, he would have her submit later, the scent she was emitting was too intoxicating, and boarded on the scent she released when in heat. His more logical side wondered if that was it, he being male didn’t usually keep tabs on such things, but at the same time, when she was in heat it was the only thing he could think for quiet some time until it passed. Vaguely he tried to remember when her last heat was, he was brought out of his musings when he felt his mates dainty claws running down his body and ruining his clothing, soon he was in nothing just like she.



Sayuri’s tongue lapped happily at the skin of her mate, each and every wet tendril of heat bringing his member to swift heated heights of passion burning for his snowflake mate. His heated tanned skin looked as though he’d been burnt in comparison to her own, the sharp contrast of their coloring making her look that much more ethereal sitting atop his waist. His stiff member pressed heatedly against her moist nether lips as she took his dark nipple in her mouth, her crimson eyes watching as his closed. A staggering moan leaving is throat as her tongue swirled around the nipple leaving it hard and pert, his breathing was becoming erratic, he wanted so much to roll them and take her now, but what ever this rope had been bewitched with was holding firm.



Delicate clawed fingered teased and flicked the other nipple as her hot tongue moved to the other nipple and her fingers moved to the other less abused nipple. Again she watched as her mate almost whined in delightful pleasure, beyond that she was soaking him with her heat, soaking the room in her aroused scent. Briefly Sayuri felt as her conscious self placing a barrier around their room, Shin felt it too, and looked up to meet the devilishly silken crimson eyes of his mate he was glad that out of them all at least someone was thinking about being discreet.



Shin threw his head back and moaned out was he felt the sharp fangs of his mate dragging down his body, still pulled to the bed posts he had no way of moving to free himself, on some small level he was reevaluating everything his mate was to him. Who was this fiery temptress that held him so? Where was his delicate little snowflake? And why did he like this ravenous vixen that much more for her bold manner? All thought though left him as he felt the feather soft touch of Sayuri’s lips meeting the heated rod of his erection. Her long tongue wrapped around his girth and massaged as she swallowed him whole, a low rumbling growl echoed the room as Sayuri moaned upon his heated flesh, clawed hands held him fast as he attempted to bolt his hip upwards to meet the stead bob of her head.



Slowing on her intake of her mate she felt Shin’s frustrated growl rumble deeply as his crimson eyes grew darker with desire, shifting her self up his body laying delicate kiss after delicate kiss upon his fevered skin, Sayuri settled herself above his girthy member. Sliding down his shaft her breath hitched and she held herself in the world of this moment, her tight soaking wet flesh wrapped around suffocating him, she ached to keep this feeling, and finally hissed when he hit the back of her being. Her spine tingled with a slight thrum of desire and ain, but mostly pleasure, as she began to rock herself against him, slowly pulling him out until only the nerve ridden end of him held in her tight craves.



Her eyes had been tightly shut when she sheathed him, her breast flushed and pushed out giving Shin a sight of the rounded globes from which he too wished to suckle, as his babes had once before. His mates rocks became fevered, and his heated glance turned to smoldering as he saw the bounce of her heavy breasts, the soft peaks of her pale flesh tipped rose pink waiting for his touch and tongue to taste them. Sayuri’s pace grew wild as she leaned back and threw her head back moaning as she went, one hand placed upon his thigh, while the other pulled the pins from her hair, letting it cascade down her back, tickling his flesh, soon the other hand found his other thigh. Her claws digging into his flesh and the tight grip her sex had upon him sent him over the edge, he had allowed her this moment this dominance, but no more.



The depth of crimson in his eyes were almost black with heated passion, surging his body with power anew he pulled at the restraints of the rope snapping them like twine. Instinctively those hands found her hips, gripping her firmly she let out a started moan and returned her shocked gaze to her mate. The devilish grin on his lips told her she would be in for it, but she wanted that. Shin pulled Sayuri up fast and pulled her down faster and harder, beginning to pond into her. Her once soft mews and calls were now fevered moans and screams, she was close to and end, he could feel it, and when that vice like grip tugged him until it was almost painful he continued to pound into his snowflake mate, until she was in near tears of pleasure.



Shin release was not far behind, and a deafening roar would have been heard had it not been for that wisely placed barrier, his mate was tired and he could see that, the soft sheen of sweat over her being, and her loose tendrils of hair had made him rock hard again in moments, for his mate was often prim and sometimes too proper. Pushing her off his being he stood swiftly and put her in the position of a true bitch. Shin hardly used this position though, as good as if felt he often went too far he felt, his inner self gaining just a bit too much control, tonight he didn’t care, both their eyes were glowing rim to rim with crimson brightness. Tonight he would take his mate like the true bitch she was, and if she was in heat, well she’d be pupped, barefoot and naked all day the next day to prove it.



Elsewhere…



Kagome hadn’t slept at all, though she had listened to the steady beating heart of her pup and Lord Sesshomaru’s ward, her thoughts else where as they had often been when left to her own devices. She was not at all pleased with her pup for defying her, and worse crossing the ocean when no one knew her whereabouts. Kagome sighed knowing she would have to send a messenger out to the Palace of the Sun to advise Miroku that her pup was there with them, and safe, but that she was very displeased with him as well. She wondered if the perverted general had the whole of the army looking for Sango. Pups were bothersome, but worth it, she thought with another sigh, it was time. Standing she looked at the worn and crumpled garment she had on, she would have to apologize to Sakura for the wrinkles.



Kagome turned towards the door and gentle but silently pressed the door open, upon the low futon was her pup curled around the other young one protectively, somewhere in her mind she thought her pup would make a good mother one day. She was of age, soon she would have a mate, and she’d bee a grandmother, Kagome chuckled lightly at the idea. The slight sound waking Sango with a start, but it was not enough to wake Rin. Kagome motioned for Sango to come, and she did without question, yes Sango was tired but she had known last night this was to happen. Training happened every morning after she did something her mother did not like, training was brutal and harsh, and often resulted in broken bones, and much blood loss, but a lesson was always learned. When she had been young she hated her mother during those trainings, and as she grew she realized that her hated of her allowed her to focus into the training, most of the time. She realized too that it was her mothers way of insuring her safety, that one day if she needed to she would not need her mother to protect her. Soon that hatred grew into respect, and from respect love anew,besides it didn’t hurt to have the combat skills her mother taught her so roughly either, she mused morbidly.



Sango followed her mothers path through the winding maze like halls of the Palace of the Moon, their footsteps as always when they wanted them to be, were silent as death. Only the rustle of silken fabric could be heard as they made their way to their room, where Miyako sat awake and ready. She to knew the routine too well, without haste both mother and pup disrobed in silence, taking their warrior like bodies, both tanned and dark in color, towards the chamber that held the large hot springs attached to their room. Again they bathed and soaked in silence, the heat of the water licking their skin and relaxing tight muscles of their tension. An hour or more passed before they made there way out of the pool, drying and dressing in tight body fitting armor. It was feminine armor that hugged the body like a second skin, deep black in color was Kagome, while Sango’s was a deep chocolate, the skin of dragons that were not demons made for the light tight fitting garments.



Pulling the hair of her great grand-pup into a tight high pony tail at the top of her head just behind her ears, Miyako repeated the process to Kagome, it was not their style of choice but when training her pup she always wore this style. The sun would rise in an hour and by then they would both be in the heat of battle. Miyako the ever silent servant of war, pulled out two heavy top kimono coats, one was long and a deep forest green, while the other was a deep sapphire blue, the regal blue was placed upon Kagome, while she placed the deep green on Sango. Taking similar material obi’s of cream for Sango and silver for Kagome they sheathed their weapons and made ready to leave for the dojo.



The three silent dark maidens of war arrived at the Western Moon’s dojo, Miyako though she did not voice it, was rather worried they were going to blow a wall out, it would not be the first time, nor the last. “We stretch.” was all Kagome said, while Sango nodded, they both did similar exercises, pulling their bodies with almost cat-like flexibility, muscles tight and tired, were pulled and stretched for a while before it was time. “Ready?” she asked the deep chocolate pup, who gave her a nod. “Swords first then hand to hand until one of us submits. In our last spar I noticed you left yourself far too open, and I will not allow you to get hurt so easily. Ready yourself.” said Kagome. Both females went to a wall, getting identical twin blades, these were not fangs, they held no power, they were only sleekly cast metal with leather gripped hilts.



Kagome took her stance first, she had taken down two swords identical to her pups, she preferred having a second blade, she had always thought ‘what was the point of holding a sword with two hands? if you couldn’t hold it with one hand then there was no point holding it with two‘. Both females took their stance at the same time, one blade held down and out, the other held up and behind the held so that its blade too pointed out towards the opponent. Silently, for there was no need for a war cry, the two females charged as Miyako took a seat on a judging dais, it was lifted up above the ground so as to see the stances and poise of the fighters. She watched as her grand-pup and great grand-pup battled.



Kagome’s blades hummed as they moved through air, her rhythm and move so elegantly placed, it was hard to tell if she were fighting or dancing, either way it was dangerous. Sango though was not left out of the beautiful sway of battle, for every charge her mother put towards her it was met and barked back with an equal if not more fury filled attack, which was also blocked and often countered by the Kuroinu. She watched as their forms moved back and forth from one another, being pushed and forced back time and time again, only to counter and charge. Their pace was fast, even as Kagome had a slight inhibitor on so as not to over power Sango, it was placed on every time they sparred, after all Kagome only wanted to teach the pup not kill her. The clash of steal rang loud through the dojo while Miyako watched with an awe at how skilled both pups were, Kagome had taught Sango well, but Sango was getting clumsy with her anger while Kagome’s anger was there, it was not presenting itself in her fighting.



Elsewhere in the Palace of the Moon…



It was dawn, and the Lord of the castle was waking for the day, he had not had much sleep thinking about all the things that he’d talked about with his Second. Not to mention that when his mate came to him that night, she had advised Sayuri’s sudden change in mood, and how she stalked off. To add insult to his lack of sleep she also brought up her suspicions about Shin’s pup Kikyo, and their youngest, Inuyasha. If things were as they seemed, it looked as though his youngest pup had over stepped his bounds where it regarded the young snow like pup of Shin’s. No he had not rested that night but stayed awake thinking of all that had occurred this day, he thought mostly about Kagome.



She was ‘unexpected‘, that was the only word he could muster to brand her with, she was not at all like most of the young females he had seen around his palace as of late vying for his eldest sons attention. She was a warrior, and as it turned out a ‘mother‘, she was harsh, hardened by Kami knows what, and yet one could not deny she had a soft side. Her aura was staggering, though it had always been so, and though her coloring was not at all desired of their kind, she wore it perfectly, making her look ever so exotic.Her dark coloring, he thought, was a good match for his eldest son’s light coloring contrast, and her eyes, Kami her eyes were startling.



Shaking his head, he didn’t want to think of the battle that had yet to happen, his heart sunk when he saw what the Kuroinu had done to his youngest, and he had not been a fool, she had been holding back this whole time, he wondered if Sesshomaru would be able to best her now. The display at dinner said as much, he’s seen Sesshomaru’s face, how utterly shocked he’d been, and for everything about him, Taishou was too. Her eyes were what honestly had him perplexed the most though, he had seen them in their natural state of pale blue, which in it self was odd, because when she had been born they were bright indigo, before turning into a muddy blue when Souta died. But in the last few weeks he had noted they had also been a silvery blue, colorless so that they were as white as the whites of her eyes, and stormy with lightening seemingly running through them.



He could not stand the thoughts, the possibilities, what if what Shin said was true, what if the Kuroinu were descendents of the thunder Kami, surely to have such a mate would make powerful heirs, and he would have grand-pups, he liked that idea for he honestly missed having small pups about. The more Taishoul thought about it, the more he wanted to help his son win, when she wasn’t pissed, Kagome was a lovely female to be around, and she was fiercely protective of the hanyou, he wondered what she’d be like with her own pups, which hopefully would be his grand-pups.



Taishou got out of bed, turning back to look at his bitch as he dressed, Hatsumomo, she was a beauty to be hold, and she had birthed two fine sons, but with his current train of thought he couldn’t wait for her next heat, there was no reason he couldn‘t pup her again, and maybe she could use the distraction now that their other pups were of mating age. Her pale skin was exposed leaving her tawny nipples to peek in the cool air, she’s obviously hot,he thought. Her breasts were not too large, nor were they small. Her lips were full and parted ever so much, she looked nothing like a lady, more like a fully sexed kitchen maid, he smirked at the thought. Her normally well kempt silver mane, which usually was held in tight buns, twists and knots elegantly sculpted no matter what the occasion, was loose splashed out over their dark sheets and curled as though she had no care in the world. Their silken ruby colored sheets hugged the curve of her body, and if he didn’t want to wake his heir up and insist they train so he took could have a mate with which to wake like this to, he’d get back in bed and make her cream his name for all the palace to hear.



The Western lord walked over to his mate and kissed her forehead lightly, she smiled in her sleep as a light content thrum rumbled from her chest, sounding very much like a purr. He held his chuckle but not his smirk as he pulled the sheets over his mate so she would not be so exposed when her chamber maid came in later to rouse her. Sighing he left to wake his heir, so they could get to the dojo early.



Elsewhere…



Sesshomaru had not slept his mind too had drifted to the exotic female Kuroinu. There were so many things about her that pulled to him, and his inner-self, first and foremost was her power, followed by her dark alluring beauty, he was also moved by her compassion, and her fiery spirit. Life he knew would not be a bore with her around, she reminded him very much of Souta, though obviously female, and nothing like him in manor, they had like personalities, he realized this only hours before when he went to leave her for the night, her words. “I think my brother would be sad to see you now. Not just your ‘graced time for a few hours’ but to really see what you’ve become, you are lost without him.” It was true, and he had never admitted it to any, but he did feel lost, he had for almost half his life, the half that had not had his Second with him. He did not tell her that the heady feeling of loss left him when he was in her company, and for the brief time they had spent together it had been the only time he had felt found, or even a little whole since Souta’s death.



The heir had also thought upon his actions towards her, he had been cruel and had lashed out at her without giving her another chance, her pup too, and now she wanted to fight him more then ever. He felt like he needed to train, her first battle with the northern lord was less then revealing of her true skill. Her second battle with the Wolf hadn’t been that spectacular either, though now he knew she could use magic and barriers just as easily as she wheeled a sword or her whip. The thing that had him worried was the last battle, it wasn’t so much that the sword had brought his brother back, that was easily explained, it had been that the weather seemed to bend to her will, that the sky had charged with energy when she needed it. He might have been able to shake even that thought had it not been for her display at dinner.



Her speed at dinner had been faster then even his eyes could keep up with, he like his father and hers had only seen the blurred ribbon of onyx hair as she floated over the table and positioned herself behind the Second General. Her eyes had been stormy, while the whites had bled crimson with unbridled rage, her aura had cracked and seemed to provoke the skies themselves, for a storm had brewed without cause. It had taken hours for him to actually realize many of these things, and yet even now he wondered about her. Hearing a knock at his door Sesshomaru lifted his head and looked to the door. “Enter.” his dark voice echoed through the quiet room.



“Son, good, your awake.” stated Taishou.



“Hn. Father?” he waited to find out why his father was there.



“Yes, well as I’m sure you noticed, young Kagome seems to be a bit more capable then I previously assumed. I was wondering if you wanted a little training, to practice?” Sesshomaru raised his brow in questions.



“You do not believe I can beat her?”



“Now son, I said nothing of the sort, but I’m sure you saw her claws, it looked like lightening, and I have yet to see her produce something like that in battle before. Besides your always talking about wanting to best your father, so what else do you have to do? The Sun rises in a few minutes.” stated the western lord. Sesshomaru nodded to the assumption, he would not go for training to beat the female, or at least he wouldn’t tell his father such things. He would go to attempt to best his father though, that had been his goal for far longer then the female had been. On the way Taishou brought up the many oddities of Kagome’s eyes, wondering if in all his son’s reading if he’d ever seen anything about such changing stormy blue eyes, Sesshoamru had listened and could think of nothing, he too had noticed as much about her beautiful stormy blue expressive eyes, and yet he knew nothing about them.



Information in general about Kuroinu’s only said that they brought about war, and were bringers of death. He had come across a scroll about the legend of the Kuroinu, it had said some ridiculous notion about them being descendents of the thunder Kami, Raidian, he had out right scoffed at the idea. Though what the scroll said was remarkably similar to the story he had heard Kagome tell in the garden that day, as he walked with his father to the dojo he wondered if what the scroll said was true, if it were, why was it that there weren’t many Kuroinu? Why was their power not that of legend? Why did they not seek ultimate conquest? Those were the questions that were ripped from his head as they neared the dojo, and heard the clash of swords.



Mugen had long ago entered the dojo, neither female having given him a glance to say either had noticed him, taking a seat by Miyako he watched with silent awe as his sister and her pup battled, for this could not be a simple spar. He watched as each sword clattered loudly against the other’s, as their grunts and protests grew louder and more fierce. He thought after a while they really were fighting, for what reason he did not know, but every now and then Kagome would call something out, “Pull your elbow in, tuck it tight.” she’d say, or something like “push you right leg out and roll into it.” it was clear that they had done this many times before. Their dance was well rehearsed, and gracefully deadly, he doubted any other could step in their place and do the same thing with the other.



Taishou and Sesshomaru entered the dojo to the sight of both the Kuroinu and the chocolate going head to head in what looked like a battle for dominance. They only got a moments glance at the possibility when the chocolate took notice of the two males starring, she was at least no fool, she would not reveal her mother’s abilities before the battle had yet to come. It was in that moment that Kagome took the kill, she appeared behind Sango, blade to her throat, it wasn’t pressed hard, but the point was clear. “A moments hesitation regardless of the reason, is all one needs to make the kill pup. Had you been more aware you’d have felt their aura’s getting closed since they got up this morning. The sleeping or rested demon does not emit such a high and alert aura as one that is indeed fully awake and ready. Where as neither the General or the heir slept restfully last night, when they got up from their less then active hours their aura’s expanded incomparably.” She sighed dropping the blade from her pups throat. “And now dear, your dead.” she said to an exasperated Sango. While both Taishou and Sesshomaru looked incredulously at the female who had just announced their sleeping habits, they were not aware she could read auras thusly.



Sango huffed, glaring hard with cold anger at her mother. The work out had been beyond rigorous, she was not so sure this had to do with just the interruption at the pond or lake, and right now her temper was getting the better of her, without second though the pup lunged out for her mother, who’s back was turned. Kagome brought both swords up to block, and rounded on her pup, the movement was fast, a blur to even most of the demon eyes that saw the action, she honestly didn’t want to use that speed until she needed it, but she had twice now, and she was getting angry about it.



Kagome’s leg swept under Sango’s throwing the chocolate to the floor of the dojo. Before the pup could move the blade was placed to her throat hard this time, “A quick temper is the fastest way to death, were as a calm head has insight enough to see a way out of the situation. And only a coward attacks someone when their back is turned. I taught you better then this, and you know it, would you so easily dishonor your family?” she spat out venomously, while her now white eyes narrowed dangerously at her pup, her aura expanding just enough to make Sango horribly uncomfortable, even though the inhibitor was still in place.



“Are you ready to behave, because now we’ve got hand to hand, and I’m sure your aware this will not go lightly now.” asked Kagome dangerously as she pulled her sword back only a bit.



“Does it ever go well Mother?” hissed Sango, who was still letting her anger grow wild.



“It depends on who’s point of view your looking at. If I were getting a beating, I couldn’t say that I’d think it went to well, but if I learned something from it, then I can say it might be worth it. Pain after all is only a reminder that you can and most live to seek out your goals, pup. And if that goal is to beat me, then you’ll need more work, because your emotions seem to be on high today, and its making you sloppy.” answered Kagome coolly while re-shelving her blades, taking notice that Miyako nodded.



“Yes. Mother.” Sango gritted out. As she watched her mother turn from the wall of weapons with the utmost grace any creature could posses, Sango took a moment to calm herself breathing deeply in her nose and out her mouth, while halfway listening to the conversation her mother had just started.



“Lord Inu Taishou, what a pleasure it is to see you, and you’ve brought the heir, very nice to see you again.” Kagome said with a bow, while pulling in her aura, and a sweet voice that did not seem to suit the female they both just saw pin her own pup down like she were a shoulder. “Is there something we can help you with?” Sesshomaru was quiet, as he studied the female before him, allowing his father to speak for them.



“Ah, well it is a pleasure, actually we were here for some early morning training, but I see you’ve already beaten us to it, and there’s more?” he asked politely.



“Yes, hand to hand, weaponless training. If you’d like we can come back later.” Kagome stated, though she didn’t wish to prolong this any future then it needed to be, or already was.



“No, we’ll reschedule, though may we watch?” he asked with a slight smile, the one that usually got him whatever he wanted from anyone.



“I’m afraid I cannot allow Lord Sesshomaru to view my training, as I have not been able to see his, it would give him an unfair advantage, but if you’d like you can stay and watch, though on your honor I would ask that you do not speak on what you’ll see today.” at this comment Sango’s ears flattened, while her eyes went wide.



“Shit, I‘m dead.” Sango muttered under her breath, but it was caught by many of the demons in the room, who happened to look right at her. She quickly bowed her head, while Mugen and Miyako laughed and giggled, Kagome scowled while letting go of an angry growl.



With a small laugh of his own, Taishou looked towards Kagome, “That will be fine. Sesshomaru.” he stated as he turned to his older pup. “We will train later, I will find you.”



“Yes father.” he stated coolly before leaving.



“Nice seeing you this morning.” Kagome called out as he walked away from them, closing the dojo doors behind him.



“Ah, Milord, I must tell you now, you cannot interfere with this training, no matter how harsh it seems.” she said this time the sweetness leaving her voice, only to be replaced by an authoritive voice. He raised a brow at Kagome in question, “You must promise or I will have to ask that you leave, I take training with my pup very seriously, and I won’t have anyone, even you interrupting me.” she said while keeping his gaze. It was brazen to outright tell the lord of the West what he could and could not do especially in his own home, but then he had to give her credit, she was defiantly something else, she would be a fine addition to his clan. Now he needed to watch so he could teach Sesshomaru any counter methods, just because she said he could not speak on it didn’t mean he was not allowed to teach how to avoid it. With a nod of his head, Taishou was sat next to, and above Miyako and Mugen, who was just told the same thing to by Miyako.



With the blades put up, Sango walked to greet her mother in hand to hand, looking at her mother, she uttered one thing with a little gulp, ”Yep, I’m gunna die.”











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AN: thanks to all the many reviewers out there, this story really started out as a whim and i really have come to love it, and love writing it for your liking as well. I know i've got a lot of OOCness going on, but its not supposed to be cannon. It simply can't be b/c Sess and Kags aren't a cannon pairing. Thank you for dealing with me as an author, for allowing me time to put work into this and other stories, thank you for reading it, thank you for enjoying it. And mostly thank you for your thoughts and opinion on it thus far. If you write then you know just as much as i do that seeing those reviews, weather good bad or ugly, lets you know what you can do to make things better as well as what you did right. So i know its random but, thank you. - r0o