Silver Maiden

Chapter Two





Standing before her friends was daunting to say the least.

The tension in the air was thick and heady. Its scent wafted into her nostrils and made her insides coil and twist. Absentmindedly, the neko wondered if tension even had a scent but chose to file that question away for later.



Right now she had a job to do; she had to make amends.



She knew it would be hard but knowing didn’t prepare her for the shocked faces of her friends, her family. “Knowing” did not save her from the instincts that told her to run for her life. Her superficial knowing didn’t stop her heart from clenching in sympathy at the sound of her name; a broken whisper between parched lips.



Slowly the Ningen’s faces mirrored that of the shocked Hanyou. Realization shined in their eyes as they took wary steps back. They were likely fighting their own instincts too.



Her teeth clamped over her tongue in the hopes that minor pain would stop the tears.



Swallowing thickly, she managed a tentative smile as she glanced at the group before her. Her eyes conveniently avoiding the piercing golden eyes belonging to the silver haired male; too afraid to see what emotions were there and even more afraid of the emotions that were likely hidden. Swallowing down her fear and stealing her own frantic nerves, she finally stared into the eyes of her caller.



“Hello…, Inu Yasha. I… I told you I’d be back, ne?”



The words were pathetic, she knew, but enough to alight a spark within everyone’s eyes. As if the whole scene was in fast forward, there was an intense flurry of movement due to that fire. Minutes felt like seconds, as a hanyou roared.



A houshi hung his head in resignation.



A Taiji fell to her knees broken.



And a Taiyoukai shielded the cowering frame of one silver eyed maiden.



~*~



His blood boiled with such heat that not even the depth of hell could compare. He wanted to scream. He wanted to fight. He wanted to rip that bitch to shreds! He wanted to tear the throat right out of the neko sitting ten feet away from him, under the oddly watchful gaze of his arrogant tanechigai.



The older demon’s actions did not make sense to him, though nothing made sense to him in light of things. Why would the bastard with a block of ice for a heart save a woman he himself had tried to kill in the past? To top it off the ningen now turned aki, was a neko of all things! An Inu’s supposedly sworn enemy yet the icy lord still protected her. It was a troubling question on the Hanyou’s already taxed mind.



His attention once again settled on the neko onna, the fire in his eyes growing stronger rather than diminishing. The blasted cunt was a pureblooded youkai, without even the slightest evidence that but a day ago, she was a weak, fragile ningen! The sheer, awesome power that coursed through that pale body was enough to make the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.



'That power should be mine.'



His thoughts darkened as images of her death danced through his head. Sadly, he could not act upon his twisted fantasies, not with a statue that weighed two tons on his back, coupled with paralysis sutras, and an annoyingly protective youkai in his way. His body rendered immobile with the exception of his mouth and eyes. It would have to do though if he wanted any answers to the questions buzzing in his head like an angry batch of Saimyoushou.



He glared heated daggers at the onna, silently wishing those daggers were real, as he asked in a gravelly voice, “How… In the fucking hell… did this happen?”



There. He said it. He asked the question that everyone was too afraid to ask. Now he just needed the answer to the million yen question.



He watched her look down at the folded hands on her lap, worrying those plump lips of hers. After what seemed like hours, she lifted her head to stare back at him. Luminescent silver met fiery amber.



Her red lips moved, and he’d be a fool to admit that his focus was so set on her tantalizing features that he didn’t register it as quickly as he should have.



“It’s complicated…”



Sadly, for her, it did register after a while but before he could open his mouth again the Houshi beside him slapped a sutra over his mouth. His eyes swiveled to the side to glare at the man beside him, his anger temporarily replaced. 'I’ll get you for this, Miroku…'



“Please…” the houshi began, “Try to explain as easily as you can, Kagome-Sama.”



‘If that is your real name…’ the hanyou thought, too stubborn to admit just how childish that sounded even to his own mind.



His eyes moved back to the girl in question. Once again he was transfixed by the move of her lips as she sighed and whispered softly into the night wind.



“Let me… Let me start from the beginning.”



~*~



With another sigh, Kagome picked up her sleeping kitsune son and placed him gently upon her lap. She stroked his head gently as the nervous doubt, that was already coiling within her core, moved to wrap around her heart tightly. Her breath became slightly labored as she felt the curious eyes of her comrades on her body.



Swallowing thickly, she dampened her lips then began her tale in a slow, calm voice that was stronger than she felt.



~*~



“Long ago, when the world was much younger, kingdoms were filling the lands. Both youkai and ningen began spreading their seeds and creating their own royalty. Both races strived to make a place for themselves.



“The ningen’s goal was much more difficult to meet though, thanks to the savage actions of the more wild and unkempt youkai. Countless deaths occurred to the point of desperation for the weaker ningens. All hope for their survival seemed dim.



“The more spiritually knowledgeable prayed and begged any Amatsu-Kami that would listen to their plea, to bless them with the ability to fight back and save their lives. Intrigued by the mortals Juichimen, the Kami of mercy, granted their plea by filling select men and women with his powers. Those people thus became known as Shukke and Miko.



“The powers of these select few were enough to protect the villages and soon the castles that were built. With a spiritual protector within their race the ningen’s flourished, while the protectors took the lives of any Youkai they saw. Some said it was just revenge.



“Now fearing for their own existence, the Youkai Lords began to place bounties on the heads of those spiritual beings. The more powerful and greedy Youkai jumped at the chance to prove their worth and gain fame and riches in the process. So the war between Youkai and ningen started anew.



“One of the warriors was a panther prince named Masashi. His clan ruled the Northern Lands and was blessed by Ama-No-Minaka-Nushi with his powers and his sign. A fact he took great pride in demonstrating by going on weekly hunts for the spiritual mortals.



“On a day that was simply meant as a time of relaxation, for the man that had just slaughtered sixty ningen prior, Masashi went on one of his few leisurely patrols through his future kingdom. Not truly expecting anything out of the ordinary, he was pleasantly surprised when he came upon a lone woman standing within a snow covered meadow.



“With a single glance he knew instantly that not only was she ningen but also a Miko with a powerful aura, more powerful than most youkai he knew! The thing that shocked him most, though, was that she held herself like a trained warrior. Even wore the armor of a skilled assassin.



“The woman looked up to stare at the youkai and as Masashi stared into her mahogany eyes he knew she’d unknowingly signed her death wish. The demon inside of him craved for her blood, to stain the white snow beneath them. Who was he not to agree to his baser desires?



“He stalked towards her, a smirk marring, yet also enhancing, his handsome face. Though, much to the woman’s pleasure and curiosity, his smirk fell into shock as he got closer. It would seem he did not expect her to be of such great beauty.



“He should have destroyed her on the spot, right where she stood. She was so close after all. Perhaps take her to the palace dungeon and work her for information through any torture necessary.



“Anything would work really. As long as it ended in the small powerhouse’s demise. Try as he may though, his feet wouldn’t budge and his youkai refused to come to call.



“The Miko seemed to be in a similar battle with her own body. Youkai, like the man before her, were blood thirsty monsters that slaughtered her people on a daily basis. So why couldn’t she urge her body into striking against the tall male and getting some sort of small revenge?



“Feeling threatened and helpless, both flared out their powerful auras towards the other, in a show of strength. Though what was supposed to be a clashing death threat was more like a caress against the one another’s souls. Their powers seemed to embrace one another as if they were long lost lovers instead of feuding enemies.



“Neither trusting nor misbelieving their own auras, which in essence were the heart of their souls, the two stepped closer till they were an arms width apart. With every step their auras seemed to meld until their combined powers felt almost suffocating yet heavenly at the same time. The prospect excited them both more than they’d care to admit.



“‘Who are you youkai?’ the onna questioned, breaking the silence. ‘And what spell have you cast upon my eyes and mind?’ Her eyes of such a lovely, mysteriously rich brown burned into his with an intense fire that he’d rarely seen on ningen or youkai alike. He was willing to bet at that moment, that her inner fire could burn hell itself.



“It was more than simply ‘easy’ for him to admit that he enjoyed that fire, even as he let out a deep baritone laugh of sarcastic mirth. An aggravating sound that made the woman huff even as her skin bumped with prickles of pleasure.



“‘You accuse me of spell binding when so obviously you yourself have done that to me!’ the neko bellowed.’ What trickery do you play at onna? Can you not see? Can you not comprehend that I hold no need for such sorcery? I am Masashi, Prince of the Northern Lands, member of the Ginkoori clan, and soon… I’ll claim the title of being your killer.’



“He smirked at her charmingly as he gripped her chin. ‘Now tell me, my pretty sparrow, what is your name? I’d very much like to know the name of my prey. It is so much nicer to boast the slaying of a powerful Miko, as yourself, when I can tack the name of such onna onto the story. It makes her pitiful demise, nay existence, even more pleasurable of a tale.



“The onna replied with a powerful flare of her aura, knocking the obnoxious youkai back a good twenty yards. The Miko smirked, self-satisfied as the youkai sat up from his impromptu fall in the snow. Her smirk didn’t last long when she had to quickly draw up a barrier and her sword to fend off the powerful attack sent her way.



“The battle had begun but it was not purely physical for either combatant. There was another more internal battle waged within their own bodies. Be that as it may, neither warrior planned to lose, to the other or themselves.



“Their battles were both vicious in their own rights. Claws tore at flesh. Swords clashed together spreading sparks. Demonic skin was burned by holy powers unlike anything seen before.

“It went on for hours. With neither giving up and yet neither of them using their full power. Arrogance, I suppose, told them that they did not need to.



“Even stranger than their restraints on powers was the conversation that began between the two. It was interestingly pleasant as they yelled over the clash of their battle. Certainly, it was an amazing feat.



“The two learned much about the other. Copious amounts of information stored within their heads. Even the occasional laugh was shared when there wasn’t blood in their mouths.



“However, as the battle went into its fourth hour, the Miko, that had still not conveyed her name, began to slow down. Her reserves were running low. After all, she was still only a ningen.



“The Panther prince saw the signs of her fatigue and thought it high time to end their proverbial cat and mouse game. He waited, like the patient hunter he was, for an opening in the Miko’s defense. His patience was rewarded as his blood lust came to full fruition.



“His clawed hand slashed out and grabbed the young onna by the wrist and pulled her close against her chest, as if she was his sole lover. Her gasp of pain ruined the seemingly romantic moment. Her life’s essence began to stain the snow beneath them crimson.



“His bloody hand stuck out from her back, inches from her spine.



“Cradling her head gently, Masashi watched the streams of blood slide from her mouth and down her long, pale neck. His face was emotionless and impassive as he watched the grey pools of her eyes dim. The heat of her body coated his lethally clawed hand.



“’You are too fair to be in such a state, onna’, was his gentle whisper. ‘So the choice is yours. Become my mate and live with honor, respect and power less you die and go to hell this instant. Knowing that you died at the hands of a prince that had somehow come to enjoy your company and spark.



“’Both choices are irrevocably permanent and can either allow your happiness or your shame.’



“The dying woman simply gurgled as her lungs tried to capture air around the liquid in her vocals. Aside from that she was silent and limp till there was barely life within her. Her heart beat started to slow and sluggish.



“He feared her choice had been made and that thought brought great sadness to his eyes. Then he felt it. The tiniest of caresses against his own power by the onna’s diminishing aura.



“Her final choice had been made.



“Not willing to waist anymore time, the demon moved aside her armor and thick winter garb and proceeded to ravish her where they stood. The exchange of blood that went with mating was a quick, urgent affair but was completed with the seal of a mark upon her neck and his chest. The newly mated neko roared in victory of the conquest of his prey.



“That stubborn Miko became the future North no Lady that night. Not unwillingly like many came to believe later on. No, she wanted the dashing youkai with the shinning silver eyes just as much as he seemed to want her. While some came to ridicule the youkai for following the teachings of selfish greed, she understood.



“After all, who could be judgmental towards someone who made his affection, though harsh, so blatantly obvious before her?



“Once her fatal wounds had healed, thanks to the blood of her demonic lover, the newly formed couple separated paths. He went to his castle to work out a place for her. She returned to her village to wait for his call.



“True, their souls were more than ready to proclaim of their new found love, but society had to be considered for such delicate circumstances. The times were too dark and mistrusting for a prince and an immortal Miko to step out onto the scene as a couple. Wisdom and cunning was their friend, as they worked to maintain their secret till they could finally show it to the world.



“Masashi spent years working alongside his father to end the war between youkai and ningen. Many questions and rumors were spread throughout the palace as to why the one that had previously supported the war was now fighting against it. Wisely, they kept their mouths shut when confronted.



“Fifty years had passed after that fateful mating. The war was finally over, but at the cost of the Great Lord of the North’s life.



“As the sole and rightful heir, Masashi took the throne with a heavy heart.



“Word of his power and wisdom was spread across the four kingdoms but rumor of an unknown, mystery mate spread faster and more abundantly. Some said she was a hime from overseas. Others said she was once one of the servants of the palace.



“Obviously, they were all entirely wrong. Considering that she wasn’t even youkai, let alone a hime. So you could just imagine their shock when the announcement was made that the handsome ruler not only had a mate already, but that she was a Miko.



“Emotions such as anger, jealousy, and disgust spread like a wild fire across the four kingdoms. It was a dangerous situation for Masashi and his mate, one that required them to constantly be at their best in order to prove themselves to their fellow rulers. Sadly, their work ethic did not phase most. The East and South quickly disbanded their ties with the North and, subsequently, with the West as well. When they discovered the Lord of the West, Inumaru, was a supporter of his dear neko friend the thought to abandon the once ally was quick and unanimous.



“Undeterred, Masashi and Inumaru worked together on enforcing their rule and became well known in history for their power and benevolence.



“While it was a difficult effort on the part of both Lords, no one can deny that the Northern Lady had, by far, the hardest trials. Not only did she have the constant ridicule from the youkai himes of the surrounding villages and lands but the hatred of her own people that viewed her as simple whore. After only twenty years of ruling with her mate the stress seemed to weigh too heavy on her soul.



“Her first known suicide attempt was committed on the anniversary of her rule with her mate.



“Feeling no sympathy for the woman, the rumors poured out even more freely. Disgusted whispers penetrated her mind as she lay in her chamber to heal, reminders of her biggest failure yet. Her inability to produce a child became the cause of laughter from many a youkai.



“Many years were spent in the lonesome of her rooms, for the Lady of the North. Her companions only her dutiful mate and a single maid that was too naïve to care about her humanity. It took a long time for her to come back but it was worth it to see the renewed fire in her deep, expressive eyes. She took her rightful place beside her mate and proved to herself and other’s that she deserved it within five years. The pride within Lord Masashi’s eyes was almost tangible.



“Peace finally blanketed the North in its comforting embrace and soon the Lady was found pregnant. The inhabitants of both the North and the West rejoiced in the pleasure of knowing they would soon have a new heir to the throne. The same youkai that ridiculed them for over half a century finally held respect for the rulers of the Northern plane.



“Five months after the announcement of the new coming heir, the healthy cries of the new born babe were heard. The cheers of the North and West echoed throughout for days. No one knew that the joy would only last so long.



“It would seem that the Okami of the East and Naga of the South joined as an alliance in an effort to tear down Masashi and his kingdom. Their anger towards the taboo mating made them blind with the need to set an example. So three weeks after the Northern heir’s birth, the palace was attacked.



“The battle raged on as Masashi held off the attackers from his precious family as long as he could. The ground at his feet was becoming drenched with blood, making him slip as he continued to strike with his sword. The blows to his body went ignored. Why would he care as long as his family survived? He knew he’d die but if they could live it would be worth it.



“Pain filled gasps spread through the battle field as a blinding white light engulfed it. As the light died down it the Northern Lady stood proud beside her mate. The sleeping child was held safe within her arms.



“With a barrier protecting them, the Miko pushed the small child into her mate’s arms. The on lookers left alive remember how beautiful her smile was. They also remember the chills down their spines when she whispered her last word to her mate.



“’Run’



“No further incentive was needed as the Lord disappeared into thin air. His body zipped past trees and other obstacles in his earnest to save their child. He ran for days till he reached the heart of the Western planes.



“He found a small clearing with a pathetic excuse for a well in the center. With a delicate sniff he discovered it’s bottom to be empty and jumped. His focus was intent on laying his bundle within the hole, before casting a protection spell over the well’s mouth.



“It would seem his plan was in vain though, as a bright blue light surrounded and thrust them into a new land. He found a sweet young ningen there, dressed in the garb of a proper Miko. Masashi recognized the woman’s caring nature and spoke his plight, begging her to care for the small bundle in his arms.



“Shell shocked and confused, she agreed promptly as the light package was place in her arms. With one last request from the strange Youkai, the two beings chanted together over the small bundle. Together their words suppressed the babe’s demonic half so that she’d remain safe and unrecognized till it was time for it to return to its place of birth.



“Once the deed was done Masashi quickly left from where he came and used the last of his strength to rush to his mate’s side. It would seem that the effort was wasted though. Upon reaching the bloody clearing he found his sweet Miko encased in stone within the mouth of one of the numerous Youkai coiled around her.



“His howl of morning shook the very heart of his lands to the core. The anguish tangible as those of the North looked on at their rulers. Praised the woman that one the war at the cost of her own life.



“Inumaru rushed to his friend’s side to give comfort, but was too late. He watched with a clenched heart as Masashi screamed.



“’They’re gone! I shall never see their sweet faces again! My strength could not save them in time! So tell me you gluttonous savages! Has their lives stated your blood lust and hatred?! Was their blood not enough to quench your thirst!? Might I add some more, you cursed fools?’



“With sword in hand, the Lord of the North kissed the stony lips of his Lady, before impaling his own broken heart.”



~*~



The melancholy silence hung around the group as their eyes remained downcast in thought. Miroku stared at the frightfully beautiful youkai before him. It was obvious that even for the Hanyou beside him it was difficult to break the silence and stop her beautiful voice’s resonance in the air.



“What does that have to do with… Your new f-form… Kagome?” Sango asked for the rest of them. Miroku bit back the urge to scowl.



The young demoness’ red stained lips opened and her voice soothed the swirling within Miroku’s hazard mind. If not for his love for the Taiji next to him… Loyalty in love would be lost. “Well it’s simple really.” She began, “I-“



“Human wouldn’t you rather talk to the Miko herself?” Sesshoumaru interrupted with his normal air of superiority. Eyes swiveled over towards the tall Lord in confusion. “Well we were talking to her before you interrupted, icicle dick.” Inu Yasha grumbled, “So why don’t you shut up your shit eating mouth and let her finish.”



The fire light reflected on the sword pressed against the Inu’s throat with a taunting cheerfulness. Miroku gripped his staff as Sesshoumaru looked down his nose in disgust and glared with a long cultivated hatred in his hard eyes. “Perhaps you should shut your mouth whelp and use your eyes. Do you not see the difference in the Miko?”



Said Miko’s silence and worrying of her hands did not go unnoticed by the houshi.



“Of course I see the difference! She has a freaking tail sticking out of her ass! Or did you just now notice? Maybe when you go to the healer to get that log out of your ass you can have him check out your eyes.” Was his brilliant reply.



The sword pressed closer, enough to draw out a few drops of blood that blended well with the fire rat top but attention wasn’t on the compromised male this time. Instead eyes stared hard at the small woman who let out a resigned sigh “This woman’s speech is too calm and out of character from her normal quips and brashness.” The Lord spoke with the smooth disdain that was easy for him to accomplish, “So tell me Onna… What have you done to the Miko turned Youkai?”



After placing the now awake Kitsune on her sleeping bag, Kagome stood up just as a loud pop sounded in the area and her hand flew to her neck. “I told you this wouldn’t work…” Her voice seemed to hold more sweet innocence than before. Why hadn’t they noticed how solemn and slightly gravelly it was before? She placed her hand out and everyone, except the shouting Hanyou and his stoic tanechigai, leaned in to stare at the blushing flea with long white hair.



“Sh-Shoga-Sama!” Miroku gasped as the small flea let out a falsetto giggle.



“Oh ho ho ho! Hello there everyone! Haven’t I gotten so much better at controlling people?! Quite a talent wouldn’t you say? OH! Did you enjoy my story!? Oh ho ho! Can you believe it’s all true?! Oh Masashi-Sama was such an attractive man! I was still young then too! I was the most beautiful youkai around in those days. I was called Shoga-hime and everything! Oh ho ho h-ACH!” The blabber was quickly silenced as Kagome let out a sheepish giggle and hid her hands behind her back. “Eh… Just ignore her… Eh heh heh?”



An awkward silence stretched on as the Kagome they knew showed herself through the demonic skin. “So um… What was your question, Sesshoumaru-Sama?” Her voice was loud enough to make even her wince as the ruler scowled.



“This Sesshoumaru does not repeat himself. You know what I said, Neko no Onna.”



Red lips pouted as she looked away and squirmed. “We-well um… That baby was me, the Lord of the North Masashi-Sama was my father and Midoriko was my mum, I’m a panther, aaannnddd I came back to my father’s time to find my betrothed. SO! Who wants ramen?!”



~*~



‘Oh great… I think I hear a cricket in the background…’



I let out a nervous giggle that grated on my ears as I went through my big yellow bag looking for the styrofoam cups of ramen. I felt their stares on my back and had to stop myself from running away as I slid out a scroll also.



“Do you honestly think they’ll let it drop for their stomachs, Kagome-Sama?” was the condescending whisper in my ear. “Well Inu Yasha would…” I whispered back, wincing when said male yelled out his profanities and denial. Walking back over to my sleeping bag, I sat down with the old scroll cradled against my breast. “Okay sit down… Give me some air…”



Seeing everyone seated I took a deep breath and wrung my hands together. They didn’t seem to angry now but that could just be from the shock. ‘I wish Inu Yasha would stop looking at me like that though… It’s like he’s jealous or something. He is. Of what? Of me. Of us. Of our blood. You mean…? Exactly, we are everything he’s ever wanted. We are full youkai with status and respect brought on by our power alone. So does that me-‘



“Are you going to tell us what the hell you mean by ‘Midoriko is my mommy and I’m a full blooded youkai!’ shit any time soon, Yariman-Hime?” Inu Yasha griped, using a false falsetto voice at the end. I had to bite back the hiss that was itching my throat but I couldn’t stop my tail from bushing out till it looked like those black furry caterpillars from earlier. I let a small shudder take over my form as I grimaced from the memory, then cleared my throat as loud as I could.



“Midoriko-Sama really was my mother, that’s how that legendary battle between her and those many Youkai started. Because of my birth and my mother’s humanity the North was attacked and she was killed.” I know my voice sounded bland and monotone but I just couldn’t help it. She was my biological mother, yes, but as far as I’m concerned my real mother is Shizuko Higurashi. Always has been and always will be.



Miroku got an odd, scrunched up look on his face as he spoke, “Midoriko-Sama? But she is the one that created the Shikon No Tama. So what happened to the jewel? Why was it even created?”



‘Quite the curious male… He always has been. Haven’t you noticed that? I’ve been locked up for almost a full eighteen years within the farthest corner of your mind. No, I didn’t have a chance to notice. Touchy…'



Crap. Haven’t answered yet and they’re all starring. “Ahem. After my father committed suicide, Inumaru-Sama went to my parent’s bodies and discovered the jewel encased within Midoriko-Sama’s hands. The thought was that it was her desire to show that human’s and youkai could exist together still be powerful, hence the large amount of power the owner of the jewel receives. Inumaru-Sama also theorized that she wanted to leave behind a part of her soul for her mate and daughter.”



Miroku nodded slowly, the understanding and confusion dancing in his eyes. He opened his mouth but it wasn’t his voice that spoke.



“Before you bore this Sesshoumaru with more of your incessant babble, Youkai no Miko, you will explain why my presence is needed here.”



I could feel the glare of those deep gold eyes pound into my back like icy hailstones. I could imagine how his long silver hair would blow in the breeze, giving him the look of an otherworldly being even as his hand gleam green from his poison.



Tentatively, I gave him a weak smile then turned to the scroll in my hands. I know they shook as I unrolled the old text but chose to act oblivious. Shoga jumped down from my shoulder to sit on the insignia of the North that was drawn expertly on the old parchment next to the insignia of the West. Her small legs and arms crossed as she looked over the small group solemnly.



~*~



“I think I can answer that Sesshoumaru-Sama…” The female flea’s voice seemed much too large for her small body as it resonated through the clearing.



“Like I said before, when Masashi-Sama found himself in the future he met the Ningen known as Shizuko. Her sweet demeanor warmed the Northern ruler’s heart and so he urged her to protect his only child, Kagome. She accepted even though it was obvious the child was half youkai. After she agreed, Masashi-Sama promised to return quickly only to fall to his knees in pain. As he clutched at his heart he knew that his mate was going to die. So before he left he entrusted the Shizuko-San with one more task. Together they chanted over Kagome with an ancient tongue I don’t even know. The spell was made to suppress her Youkai blood till her eighteenth birthday arrived. In which case, the demonic blood rushed to the surface and devoured the Ningen blood within her, leaving Kagome as a full blood.



“Masashi-Sama failed to tell Shizuko-San the extent of the spell though. You see, dear Kagome was betrothed at birth and to ensure that she married the male chosen for her Masashi-Sama saw fit to add a transportation spell to the mix. On the day that Kagome’s attended reaches full growth as a Youkai male she’d be transported to his time when she reaches fifteen, using the old dilapidated well’s power as a mediator.”



Shoga gestured to the scroll she sat atop of. “This scroll was left for Kagome in Shizuko’s care as proof of the engagement between the House of the North Star and House of the Crescent Moon. Kagome, oldest daughter of the late Masashi-Sama and Midoriko-Sama, is the intended mate to Inumaru-Sama and Kiyomi-Sama’s eldest son.” The old flee smirked as she turned to look at the stoic Youkai she spoke of but he wasn’t there.



Neither was Kagome.









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