Betrothal of the Warrior Hime

Kouga had been humiliated by the female kuroinu, though he had ended things on good terms with the female he was still feeling less then masculine as of late. He had never in his life fought anyone so fiercely, and yet the battle was short and staccato, pointless to her, and he knew it. She had completely changed his views on many things, and yet he knew that by fighting her he would forever be her ally if she ever asked for his help, he would be there for her, and the West if that’s where she ended up. They, his father and himself had gone home, and he had thought for some time…days on end of what had happened there, he had sat, moped and finally he had been pulled out of his dangerous thoughts by the most unlikely of people. Ginta, who was a mix breed both inu and ookami, and second to Inuyasha the second prince of the West had been the one who had given the wolf prince his future. They had spoken of many things, foolish things, of life and what they had made of it thus far worth living. Kouga had scoffed, the prince was one of many who slighted the half wolf for he was not fully of their blood, but the boy was of great heart, and such comments were often rolled off his back in good humor.



Kouga had asked him, “How can I go on knowing that a female beat me in battle in front of the other cardinal lords? What is there left for me, my future, and my eventual reign?” he asked harshly. Ginta who had been sitting with him off and on over the time had looked and said.



“What good would we do if you weren’t here, if she had killed you or you allowed yourself to wallow as such, in such un-princely fashions? Who will the young ones look up to when the elders are too slow to fight, their legs too stiff to move?”



“Who would want me now as mate, or as Lord?” retorted the prince bitterly.



“You must be as blind as you are a fool.” answered back the wolf-dog, earning a growl from Kouga.



“And what would a mixed breed like you know of it?” seethed Kouga watching as Ginta got up and dusted himself off calmly, being mixed breed did not bother Ginta, he was not of the full wolf clan and he could not inherit land or titles, he could only be a grunt, but the blood of his mother, the inu that had never mated his father, she who had abandoned him as a cub had given him a future through her blood and her ties to her land, the West. He had always been an optimist, and truly his being mixed breed had only left him with the more positive traits of both beautiful races. He was fast like the wind of the ookami, smart, tactful like the inu, loyal to a fault, like the wolf, and fiercely protective like the dog. He was the perfect warrior and a novice philosopher, he did not back down, and he would always be reliable. Walking off towards a waiting female that had shown up during their discussion he tossed his answer over his shoulder.



“I may be of mixed blood, but I know a good thing when I see it. I know that all things happen for a reason, and that you were never meant for her. But its not to say that there’s not one who has been right in front of you the whole time, if only you’d look. See ya Kouga.” he said turning to look at his younger sister. “Ready to go meet up with pops Sis?” he asked a particularly pretty looking ookami with bright red hair and striking green eyes who had been looking intently at the wolf prince. She had never really understood the hatred and mockery that the wolves had always placed upon her elder brother whom she had always looked up to because of his more then natural grace. He was a good demon and stronger then most of them thanks to his mother’s blood, and yet he never said an ill word about them, taking their harsh treatment as though it was nothing. Long ago as a little cub she had made it her goal to protect Ginta from anything that would hurt him, even if he would not, he had always been her idol, for he was everything honorable, and nothing deplorable like so many of the males around. She did not take kindly to anyone that called him ‘mixed-breed’ or anyone that callously pointed out his mother’s inu blood, she knew that inus and ookami’s did not get along and for the mother to carry the pup to term and not kill it meant that Ginta had been conceived in love, and that was enough for her. Giving the dark wolf prince a piercing look that could freeze hell she turned to leave but not before narrowing her eyes at him, Kouga had seen many beauties before in his long life, but he had never seen a she-wolf with such colors, or one who had such animated green eyes, and especially one that seemingly wanted nothing to do with him, she was a challenge and he loved a good challenge. She was beautiful and she was looking right at him when he heard Ginta call out. “Come on Ayame pops is waiting and I hafta get back to the West!”



“Coming Ginta!” she called out finally taking her eyes off of Kouga, but growled in annoyance as she did so, only to take off after her brother.



“Ayame.” Kouga had whispered to the wind, his fate was sealed before he’d ever talked to the girl, all it had taken were those angry cute hypnotic green eyes. He had stalked her like prey the next day, introduced himself the day after, and two days of many fights, harsh words, scathing rebukes, and finally worn down acceptance, they had been mated. As his mate, as he was the future lord and current heir to the East, where she would be lady one day, she had been reluctantly brought to this battle. Neither she nor Kouga wanted her to come, but it was now her duty to attend events like this, if his father went, he went, and as his mate, she went. Only his mother having been newly pupped herself, -‘something about proving that the lady had indeed given birth to an idiot and he wanted another just to make sure it was the lord and lady’s pup that came out this way, and if he should seek other heirs‘, honestly Ayame didn’t even want to ask about what Lord Kogomaru was muttering about then-, was allowed reprieve from this event. Though Ayame was with pup herself, she was not the lady of the land just yet, and could not stay back with the pack, they were too newly mated to allow it anyway.



Shipputaka, had plainly wanted to see the young female fight this battle, besides this she was fighting the heir to the West as they had before with both the Lord of the North and the heir to the East he was supposed to come. Beyond this though, they would all have to come here again in a little more then a week anyways for the closing mating ball, what more was a few days? The West and the South had long ties together, in fact they had never fought once, the dogs knew better then to try and rile up the foxes, and the foxes knew better then to start fights with the dogs, it was common since, unlike the wolves of the East who were always on uneasy grounds with the dogs of the West. He, Shipputaka, had guessed correctly, knowing that she had held back in both fights and was anxious to see just what the dark hound could do, he couldn’t lie to himself. Unlike the lightly colored dogs the dark coloring of this female was highly attractive to him, and had he been younger and with out a mate, Sesshomaru would find himself fighting another Lord for the gal. He had no qualms of mixed breeds, and further more she had power on par with her beauty, he thought that it was almost a shame he was already happily mated.



They had all been up for hours now, events like this one would need time and space to be played out upon, the two titans to battle one another knew just what they were doing, and could easily in battle destroy a palace, even if that was not the intent. The sky had been dark and yet growing far more pale by the minute as stars slowly began to sink back into the sky for another day when they came to the large raised dais. There were cushions and chairs seating for the lords, and their mates, as well as their heirs and in Kouga’s case his mate. Everything was prepared for them all, slowly one by one more party members showed, and eventually Sesshomaru did as well possibly thirty minutes before dawn. Kagome came with even less time, but everyone was there and waiting by then, they could see her saying things to her family, and that family making their way over to them. From the distance it was nearly impossible to hear what the pair was speaking about just in the last few moments before the sun rose into the air for the day, whatever it was, it made Kagome smile they noticed.



The dais sat in the east, the sun was at their backs, and it was forced to come up over the raised dais before it hit the two signaling the beginning of the fight, Taishou had just told them “Today you fight to submission by defeat or unconsciousness.” It was with baited breath and dark premonitions that the sun casts its golden glow stretch out upon the lands, and finally upon the pair. The battle had begun, neither inu moved from their spot, their eyes had locked though, it was to be a waiting match, they both knew that the first move would be hard pressed to counter, and thus neither wanted to be the one that moved first. A smirk began to grow on Kagome face as she began her first move, though it would not be a move in the physical though, releasing her aura, gasps could be heard from the dais. From their vantage point it looked as thought Kagome herself had been caught on fire with her own aura. A whitish blue had surrounded her body in a violent glow, winds picking up and her aura billowed out wildly high into the sky, the pressure staggering all those around her with the heavy weight of her powers, all whom were there cringed at the feel of it save Sesshomaru, Miyako, and Sango.



Soon this amazing glow was met with the acid green of Sesshomaru’s own aura, which seemingly matched her own, his own aura growing wildly, pushing against, but not back on her own. Kagome was not shocked but pleased, the smirk that had been on her face before had turned into a full smile. Yes this was going to be a good battle. Sesshomaru couldn’t help but be pleased as well, he had known that she was strong, but it seemed that she was just as strong as him, he watched as the smirk he adored turned into a dark smile, oh yes he knew this was going to be rough but he just didn’t know what he was going to be in for, he mimicked her as she placed her hands on the hilts of her blades, and drew when she did. He had only pulled one sword out even though he had two he only fought with the one, and his whip, she it seemed liked to fight with two. The blades in her had he noticed, were one held out the other held down as thought they might link at the hilts.



Kagome drew Tenmaru and Tenmiki, watching Sesshomaru drawing Tokijin as well, her eyes locked on his as she felt the current of air crack between the hilts of the twin blades she held, Sesshomaru had noticed it as well, she mused, but he had not taken his eyes off of her own. Between the hilts of the singing blades Tenmaru and Tenmiki who wanted nothing more then to give their battle cry, the air cracked harder, and before long there was a visible crackling ribbon of electricity…lightening blades. The link made, Kagome made her first physical move, they had after all promised not to hold back and even with her power restriction on the pull of the Kami which she had never known she had pulled from in the first place, she was well trained enough to give him hell.



Sesshomaru watched impassively as the female began to spin, and spin and spin, she had begun to spin so fast that her physical form was no longer to be seen, in her place was a tornado. Now this might not be too impressive to him in general, but when he saw that the tornado had blades growing from the low base of the wind tunnel to the head of it which was now reaching the clouds, he could admit that he was impressed. Impressed though would not be the word he used when he saw what she had next in store for him, the blade tornado began to crack with that charge of air. It seemed like it came from no where but the tunnel began to glow a bit, and just like that a bolt of lightening could be seen wrapping around the funnel twisting and jutting violently, searching for something to strike.



All on the dais sat or stood in shock at what they were seeing, goblets of mead and wine dropped from clawed hands at the sight of something like this, before them pulling the wind and making the sky darker, was a tornado of wind, blades and lightening. None had ever seen such a thing, and even Miyako who had once fought with both Tenmaru and Tenmiki herself had never seen them applied to fighting in such a way. She couldn’t help the smug smile that graced her lips as she asked the Kami, “I thought you cut her ties to the power with that charm, it doesn’t seem to be working.” Radian who also looked a bit shocked at this answered, and everyone listened.



“It’s the blades, they are opening up to her, and singing in a battle cry.” he cleared his throat as he finished, “They have never sung so happily before.” He himself had never thought that the blades would have such a love of battle but then, he had to remind himself he was both a Thunder Kami as well as a Kami of War, so it was only natural to some point that anything that had ever come from him, which was in some extreme meant the fangs that were once of his own pup, forged into blades for battle. Kagome had not moved once in her rotation, she could see everything, and she was almost laughing at the annoyed face Sesshomaru was making, this was a move that only Sango had known about, for it had only recently been perfected. She had on the other hand just been given a shock by the battle cry of the blades, having just gotten the blades of her heritage she was unaware that when they sung they themselves created lightening. Miyako had not even seen this move, and she wanted nothing more then to turn to her grandmother and see her face, but the battle cry from her blades sang to her blood and it was time to begin the battle in earnest.



He watched as the funnel rotated, pulling air and wind and debris from all over towards her, she had not moved, but he was wary of getting too close. There were blades to handle, as well as that bolt of crackling lightening that was wrapped tightly around that funnel. His eyes widened marginally though when it did begin to move, coming at him at a speed that only most ookami had, was the funnel of death. He couldn’t get to close or she would surely get him, so his only move without countering with an extreme move of his own was his whip. The acidic attachment began by glowing from his finger tips before the extension elongated and cracked out towards the ever flowing funnel of Kagome.



As it hit he did hear a cry of pain but that did not stop the funnel from its rotation, in fact it seemed to encourage her to come after him again. He was a bit at a loss he had never fought against someone like this, and the counter he had for such a thing was a funnel of his own, he was not fast enough in the spin to make it a true funnel as she had, he had never truly practiced this, nor had he ever tested it in battle but there was a first for everything, beginning to turn in a counter spin so that they would clash when they hit, Sesshomaru and his whip began to spin as well, his funnel was glowing, as it was made completely from his own whip. It was not nearly as tall nor did it reach out to the heavens as Kagome’s did but it would do the job.



The lightening blade funnel and the whip funnel crashed against one another, there were deadly yowls of pain coming from the both of them, but he pushed her back, and Kagome was shocked. Falling back even in this form she decided she would use her own whip and see what he thought of that. Sesshomaru was still charging towards her far slower then her but then it didn’t matter, spinning with his whip was not his idea of a battle, but when he saw her own funnel break for a slit second he knew something was up. He moved right in time to see her own whitish pink whip snake out of the funnel cutting it for a moment as it extended wildly out before cracking down at him. It had to have been a spilt second, a moment in time but he had almost been hit, he had stumbled but moved out of the way, again in time for the funnel to break completely as Kagome jumped from its form and her blade crashed into the ground beneath them.



There was a moment where he just looked, he himself had been in that spot just a split second before, the ground was cracked, the earth breaking and rising as light began to form beneath the crumbling earth that was now beginning to turn to dust, he heard her say. “Damn,… you moved.” She said almost disappointingly teasing as the earth roared and exploded from the light, lightening shot up from that spot, almost like the blade itself was pissed that it had missed its mark. Sesshomaru quickly got back up, his blade drawn and poised for attack, and it began. Kagome spun both her kitana’s rotating them out in a showy display before striking a defensive stance, she waited mere seconds before charging Sesshomaru, her body thrusting her weight into directing him a deadly blow. Her left sword came up to block his own downward thrust as her right sword came up to hit, but a quick parry and thrust to her had prevented the blow and thrown her back a bit.



The flow had changed it was no longer about the largest and most powerful attack but the attack itself, Sesshomaru took the advantage and went into defensive mode. Trusting his own great weight against that of the female he had push Tokijin down upon her as though he were aiming to split her in two, the weight of his sword and the pressure he was applying nearly enough to make Kagome falter, she could feel her heel digging into the earth beneath her as she pushed him back herself her swords coming out and up in an arch above her. Pushing him back enough he saw her swing Tenmaru, an arch of blush white energy cutting towards him, deflected easily with Tokijin, but he had gritted his teeth hard, nearly breaking them as the pressure of her attack hit and was sent off. Seething that he had been pushed back he let out a grunt that was low and angry, as he again charged her sword drawn.



From the dais they all stood and watched as the two really began to fight, there were loud clashes of sound, metal against metal, the sounds of hard thrusts, grunts, and the scent anger. To them, even to some of their more trained eyes it looked as though blurs of ribboned colors moved, met only by the stinging clash of blade to blade. They could see the pups for only moments as they hit one another, as sparks fell from the clashes, and as they would land to push off again at one another. Hours passed like this, and neither had slowed, if anything they had quickened their pace, and noon had come and had gone and still there was no sight of an end.



From the dais the families and friends heard Kagome howl out as they had never before, the females of her family narrowing their eyes while gasping, trying to see what was going on, there was a small cloud of dust that surrounded the pups, and nothing from their vantage point would allow them to see just what was going on. When the dust settled, they were amazed to see that Kagome was bleeding but she had not submitted, they could see that their blades were cast away now, as both Tenmiki and Tenmaru were far from Kagome, and Tokijin was no where near Sesshomaru. Kagome’s right leg came around to hit Sesshomaru but he blocked sending his own right leg out towards her to try and knock her down to pin her. He had gotten the upper hand to knock her down completely but Kagome was not planning on being pinned and made to submit any time soon. She had regained her balance by flipping away from the male that sought to pin her. Inwardly ‘Inner Kagome’ was seething, yes she wanted to belong to this male but she had never had to fight so hard against any before and she did not want to give up, she was giving conscious Kagome a hard time trying to get out and take over, which she never did, it was not making the fight easier on either of them, faltering just enough Inner Kagome got the upper hand but did not transform. Transforming was only to be used as a last resort and they had plenty of fight left in them before that happened.



Sesshomaru could scent the slight change and was very aware that the females inner-self had just taken over fully, he had never smelt this before, in all his dealings, it was the pair of them but never just the one. This scent was the same as just Kagome, or what he perceived was just Kagome, but he was painfully aware that unlike all youkai Kagome was at one with her inner-self most if not all the time, this scent was just a bit wilder and he did like it. He let his whip crack out at her, to his astonishment, she had countered but it was not fast enough, and Kagome got hit once again, it was now two hits to her nothing, for he had managed to evade her fully on every major blow she had intended on inflicting upon him. His own inner-self was clamoring to get out, the wild scent of Kagome’s inner-self was calling to him, he had already noticed the light in the sky, they had been at this for hours, from dawn until almost dusk and it didn’t seem that they were anywhere near finished. He was pleased at her stamina, and hope it applied to more then just her fighting skills.



Kagome was not going to let this happen, nether of them were very well versed in allowing themselves to lose, and so they had decided it would be a bitter fight until the end, that they would not go down easily. With renewed vigor though she was now bleeding it became a fight of hand to hand combat, something she was excellent at no matter who she was with, her small size and natural grace gave her the upper hand against many, and would assist in this fight today as well. Charging at him with a direct blow with her fist he caught her hand as it came quickly towards his face, twisting it out of the way, but she spun into his twist sending a kick to his jaw. Hit by the blow and knocked a bit by the direct hit, he sought to bring his knee into her rib for truly she was a tiny woman compared to him, she had twisted again bring her elbow into his own chest, the sharp point hitting him just below his the large metal spikes on his chest plate and just hard enough to crack the armor and possibly bruise him.



Not liking that she was getting to him so well in hand to hand he had taken her by the wrist in the attempt to fling her away from him, he had not counted that she would grab on to him and send them both flying as they went. He was not fast enough to counter as she had, though he did see that she had landed and bounced off of the air itself and in its wake were the small flames that she had once before walked on in battle. She sent her self rocketing towards him her intent clear as her fist charged with poison, he leapt out of the way just in time to avoid her deadly blow, she was getting serious, he noted, while he smirked at her. So caught off by the beautiful sight of his charming smile she didn’t notice that he had repositioned himself to send a kick right to her head sending her flying back. She caught herself though skidding to a halt on her haunches, while digging into the earth itself to slow her momentum, she smiled deadly at him, as he saw her fang fall just below her lip, in an arrogant manor. Their pace picked up wildly and it was as before with when they had clashed with blades, only blurs of white and black ribboned figured were visible from the dais, but now there was no clash of metal only the sound of grunts and Kagome’s laugh here and there. The party upon the dais were so caught up in their battle that they could only look on in shock as Kagome had just sent Sesshomaru back using the same move that she had on her own pup that day in the dojo.



His ribs hurt, that kick was ridiculously charged, and painful, her small features adding to the stab in his person, he knew he was going to be bruised. Looking at her now he could see the winds picking up around her as she stood tall and proud, she was beautiful even slightly bloody, and beaten up, he couldn’t know she was thinking the same things. Flexing her claws as he did the same, they began to stalk one another, pacing and circling like an arena pair should. There was delight in her fight and he could see and feel that, she was giving her all as well, it seemed as some how he was keeping up with her, he hadn’t been this fast yesterday and he didn’t know what the difference was but he was inwardly grateful for it. She pounces hard and fast, her claws raking down his body as he sought out to counter the attack. Her foot came up towards his face, as he went to dodge the attack her other foot had come up and pressed deeply into his chest knocking the wind from him. He could see her flipping out of whip range as he was sent back, but catching herself, she again pivoted towards him. Their swords were no where near either of them, but with one glace at each other and a side glace at their swords they both ran for them.



He had just gotten Tokijin back and had already sent out his strongest move with the blade, ’Dragon Strike,’ a huge whitish blue dragon that looked like lightening went right for Kagome, changing direction as she attempted to evade it, but there was no evading this move, and Sesshomaru had thrust a great deal of his youki into the jutted energy animal as it hit her. He heaved a deep breath in as he waited to see the result, he could still feel her there so she was not dead, for this he was grateful, but he did not know the state she was in. As the dust cleared to reveal her, he was shocked again, and this time he let his façade slip as he saw her. Kagome was on her knees, her body looking a bit slacked, her head thrown back a bit, her arms falling to her sides, blood coming down her chin from her mouth, her eyes almost closed. But in front of her were Tenmaru and Tenmiki crossed, as if protecting her, the blades had come to her rescue, it was a sign that she would have died if they had not come. Her eyes had been white at that moment, but then he could see it, feel it and scent it, the crimson was seeping into her eyes, the white disappearing.



Kagome was breathing haggardly, she had not anticipated something like that from him, the sheer amount of youki was staggering, She could hear nothing but rushing of blood in her ears, as crimson began to consume her vision and Kagome allowed her inner-self full control for the second time in her life. She herself fell into the background with no say in what was to happen to them, before her inner-self was in control of them but she had still been present, still tangible, but now she was in soft darkness, gone in the flow of red rivers. Tenmaru and Tenmiki had been hovering for a moment when her hands shot out to the hilts of both blades, they cracked with unparalleled want for battle but their cry would be ignored as she sheathed both blades, her head still drawn back while she methodically processed her task. Pushing herself forward so that she was on her hands and knees he could see it, blue winds began to wrap about her as her face began to extend and elongate, turning black as her fur began to grow. There was such raw power in this transformation that Sesshomaru could only stop for a brief moment before he too began to transform.



Night had finally come, and as the last rays of the sun dipped below the horizons in the West, the pale moon had begun its heaven assent and the two inu’s were now in full form. Their towering forms were great, both beautiful and terrible to one that had never seen such things. His pale vestige was beyond glowing in his true form, his fur flowing and slightly curled like that of his sire, but infinitely silver like the vestige of his mother, the deep blue of his crescent moon seemingly glowing as if basking in the sight of the moon itself. Her dark alluring beauty was not lost on him in her full form, and though he had seen it before he could not help but admire her long muscular legs, as well as the round curvatures of her hind quarters, her ears unlike his own were pointed and pulled back, as she menacingly bared her fangs at him. There was enough distance between them that they could both take off towards one another, he was in control, while she was lost to the river of her own crimson eyes, instinct alone guiding her now, deadly wrathful instinct.



Their snarls were angry, vengeful, and painful for their mothers to hear, and bear witness to, Sayuri had long ago turned her face into the chest of her mate, while Hatsumomo watched, though she did not want to watch anything like this, Sesshomaru was the heir to the West, and her first born she would watch this even if she herself did not wish to. The dais was aloof and yet there was a definite pain running through the majority of the party there, so thick was it that he pregnant wolf was whimpering in such low tones her mate was hard pressed to hear them, but hear them he did. Pulling the red wolf into his embrace, Kouga thanked the kami’s he had never had to fight her like this. Out in the field there was blood, and a lot of it. Sango was being held back by Mugen, while Miyako watched with calculating eyes, and Radian looked on in wonder. The pups were giving the each other hell.



Pinning her ears back flat to the top of her head, Kagome lunged at Sesshomaru again, exposing the soft underbelly of her coat as her lengthy black claws dug into his back as her jaws clamped down on his shoulder, ripping into him. But it was not without cost that he himself had gotten a good chunk of her neck as well, while his own claws had dug into her back as well. Growling with fierceness, that he should release her, neither was playing to that, growing angry with the male that would not let her go, Kagome let his shoulder go and went for his forearm. Her deadly jaws clamped down on him, but he still had the upper hand or so he thought until the female rolled him and got away from him. He was winded, but the better fighter in this form, where as she was graceful, he could tell did not use this form often enough, he would have to find out later why this was, because he knew when he did finally beat her, she would be his mate, his world, his love, bitch, breeder, lover, woman, female, she would be his as much as he would be her own.



Kagome stood back and looked at him, some part of her wanted to submit, she was tired, and they were getting nowhere, but another larger part would have no part of such acts. She was far enough away to be wary of any movement on his part, but still she was like a trapped wounded animal, and she did not like it one bit, she was getting tired and the male didn’t seem to be winded in the least. Sesshomaru didn’t understand what was going on but again he was pleased to know that he was stronger, he felt before the sun was going down that this might go on for a while, but when the moon rose it was like he’d gotten a second wind. Kagome, he noticed was not fairing as well, he was proud to say she would be his mate though, not many youkai could fight like this, for the or fight had lasted more then half a day in full and was still going. Taking the sight of her, he realized that she was trying to rest, dashing quickly towards her he had finally caught her off guard, clamping his jaws down tightly on her neck, Sesshomaru managed to maneuver her so that he had his weight on her back, her body pressed under him, a position of submission.



Kagome growled with deadly intent and thrashed wildly under him, demanded he ‘release her‘, his only reply, was a growl low and deadly of his own, ‘Submit‘. Her blood poured into his mouth, hot wet and sticky, delicious, and flavorful with power and life, his jaws tightened painfully on her neck and she still pushed him for release. Inner Kagome was losing to a black void, her vision going along with other senses, as she fought to keep a hold on her reality, this was not how she expected this to go, this was not the battle she had foreseen, she was not disappointed, but she was loosing, and she never liked that. Roaring out to the night, and before the last bit of her conscious was wrapped in black inner Kagome heard her usually more conscious say one word to her, ‘Submit.’ and with that she bared her neck to him as best she could giving off a whimper, as she lost all consciousness.



The thunder Kami looked upon the sight of the pain, it was beautiful as it was deadly, to see the massive forms locked together, he knew now that it was nearly time to get his plan together and finish one of the things he had come down for in the first place. His intentions for visiting were to right a wrong that had unknowingly been made, and that was exactly what he planned to do tonight. He sighed knowing it had to be this way, it had been a wonderful thing to watch and in all his days of warmongering, and battle he had seen things this day that he would never forget. His pup was perfect, and for that he was pleased. Smiling a soft knowing smile at what he had in mind for them, the kami watched the rest, as everyone else had as well.



Kagome’s form began to shift first, noticing, Sesshomaru did as well, when he was once again in his human form, he carried his prize in his arms pulled close to his chest, his fangs still embedded on her neck. Kagome was his, and he couldn’t be happier, but his eyes were still blood red, and the beast was still very much in control, pulling their bitch away from everything was all they wanted to do. His body was in pain, and his bitch was unconscious, and bleeding, he needed to get back to the palace, to the underground hot spring. Without much thought of anything else Sesshomaru took to the skies, Kagome in hand, heading home to his gardens. His pace was like lightening as he left them all in stunned silence, Taishou seemed to be the only one that thought to speak, a pleased smile gracing his face. “I supposed this means I finally have a daughter.” The rest of the night had the royal families, as well as mates, seconds, and everyone else talking happily about the days events, most were still talking about the wind funnel that Kagome had made, none noticing the Thunder Kami was not with them.



With everyone gone from the dais, Radian disappeared only to show back up at the northwestern Palace gardens, coming to the resting place of one his pups, he cleared his throat. Souta had been waiting, for what he didn’t know, he was only a spirit in this world. Radian looked down and smiled at him, Souta didn’t know if he should be worried or not, but didn’t think on it much. “You pup, are to be reborn.” With that said the Kami vanished as he had come before, leaving a confused Souta in his wake.



















AN: You guys REALLY didnt like me for that last little cliffy huh? I had threats, and was told i should have a mob of people out to get me, and if any of you knew where i lived well i may have crapped my pants. Luckily, none of ya do know where r0o lives :p - r0o



AN2: i want to say thanks to my Beta, she puts up with my marbles more then most others do Twist in Fate! you rock. I also want to thanks the countless amount of folks who have stuck with this story and my random updates, as well as all of you who have asked for more and i gladly give you this. Next chapter i hope to have ASAP, no promises. btw, Thanks for reading, let me know what you think, not to much longer now, but the next ones going to be lemony-rific goodness. -r0o



AN3: There is a story, Yellow Brick Road, by EmmaRen, its fantastic, give it a chance if your looking for something refreshing. ITS FANTASTIC! Good luck EmmaRen! Seriously go read this! its splendifferous 0o0o0o big werd :p -yes i know i didnt spell 'word' correctly...and i dont think splendifferous is a real word... oh well- - r0o