Aitoshii

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Kagome swept the steps of the shrine and sighed for the umpteenth million time. She was bored and the shrine was undeniably spic and span. She had been living at the shrine for three months. She had sold everything from her old apartment, including her clothes, and moved back only four days after speaking with Sesshoumaru. Souta had been more than eager to have her back. She had donned on the white and navy garbs that her family ancestors had before her, instead of wearing the red hakamas. Her days were fairly consistent: get up, cook breakfast, tend to the shrine itself, clean, make herself lunch, sweep the grounds, cook dinner, all while keeping the shrine shop open. Not many came to the shrine. Usually a handful came. Sometimes even a school group or even tourists would visit.

Souta was oblivious to her situation and that is how she wanted it. Kagome went to bed frustrated to tears. She did not know what to do. She was so bored out of her mind and she just wanted to make something of herself instead of seeming in such a deep hole. The offer that Sesshoumaru had briefly brought forth during their talk niggled like an small itch in the back of her mind, but she held steadfast to her decision.

‘I can’t work for him. I will eventually see Inu Yasha and I’m not sure if I want to go through that. He was bitter about the incident and grew harsh towards me.’


*** FLASHBACK ***


“If Kikyo were here, she would have let me. You’re just a scared little girl. You will never be the woman that Kikyo is,” Inu Yasha taunted. “You should have just let me fuck you. So what if it was going to be your first time. Its not a big deal and you went and purified me, you dumb bitch!”

Kagome stayed silent, but left a few extra feet of space more from Inu Yasha so she would not have to touch him. She had decided that it was best to refrain from any contact from him and even went as far as requesting robes from the headmaster to cover her body from Inu Yasha’s eyes. The headmaster had graced her with a black haori and hakama, eager to cloth the futuristic miko, whom he had thought was undressed in such a strange kimono.

“You know what? I don’t have to deal with this shit. Just find your way back. It’s that way,” Inu Yasha pointed and then left Kagome to fend for herself in the woods.

It took Kagome three days to make it back to Edo. When she had arrived, everyone had been worried. When asked why she had come alone, she never replied.


*** END FLASHBACK ***


“Greetings, miko-sama,” a man said, pulling Kagome out of her thoughts.

She focused on the man and smiled before acknowledging the man’s respectable bow with her own.

“Greetings, sir. How may I help you today?” she inquired, stopping her sweeping.

“Look Yasuo! Its her! Its really her, the one from Aitoshii,” the man said. “Gosh, I’m sorry, miko-sama. Its just that we heard from someone that you really were a miko and we decided to check all the shrines in Tokyo to see if it was true.”

The man was a typical Japanese business man, black suit, average height, and he seemed to have an amicable personality. He hair though was highlighted on top, seemingly a bit reddish in his naturally short and cleanly cropped black hair. The other man, Yasuo, was same height and was graying, even had his hair styled in the manner of the Prime minister, who was lovingly nicknamed, “Lionheart.” Yasuo, was not as pleasant, even looking sleazy with his obvious eyeballing of her figuring or what he could imagine through her priestess attire.

“Well, I’m flattered you came to see if it was true. If that is all, I wish you well,” she said curtly, but tried to sound as polite as possible.

She had not thought that anyone would come up with such a plan and she had no idea who would share such information. Hiroshi, nor Sesshoumaru would have said anything.

‘Wait a sec! Oh no, it was Kouga! Damn wolf! Shimatta! Only Kouga would be so stupid to open his mouth.’

Yasuo stepped forward and approached her. She stepped back once, uncertain of his intentions, but fairly sure they were not what she wanted.

“I’ve missed your performance, miko. You were so divine, dancing on that stage. You have no idea what desire you’ve laid in my heart. Why did you leave? I paid for a membership, just so I could see your luscious body. Since I paid, would you give me a dance, just for old time sake,” Yasuo said huskily, reaching out to grab her.

Kagome stepped back two times and replied, insulted, “I’m sorry sir, but I don’t do that anymore. It was a passing job and I put my life back on track. Please leave the shrine grounds.”

“But, we came all this way and it took such a long time to find you. I think we deserve a dance,” Yasuo grinned darkly, reaching out for Kagome. “Don’t you agree, Taro?”

“I’m not sure this is a good idea, Yasuo. It was just a passing curiosity for me to find out that she really was a miko. Um, I’m going to leave. I suggest you do too,” Taro said, clearly repulsed and shocked by Yasuo’s behaviour.

“In due time, my friend. Catch you later, Taro,” Yasuo grinned ferally at Kagome while Taro rushed off. “Pity my friend didn’t want a dance. Now, you’re gonna give me a dance. I paid a lot of money and come on, think of it as one last dance for old time’s sake.”

Kagome gulped down the scared feeling that tried to knot in her throat. She had never thought that people might recognize her as she did not wear the paint and make-up that she had on stage at Aitoshii. Yasuo grabbed her and led her to the main house.

“Take me to the living room. I want a private dance, bitch and you’re going to do it,” Yasuo said determinedly, his eyes full of lust. “Don’t forget to pick music. And remember to pick some good stuff.”

Kagome choked back a sob as he sent her off with a pat to the ass. This was different. Private dances were fairly intimate, and this was not in the safety of the surveillance of Aitoshii’s well groomed security staff. That is why she had usually refused to perform them. She wished Souta was home or that he would walk in, but she knew he was at classes and would not be home for a few more hours.

She put one of the few discs that the disc jockey from Aitoshii had given her. The cd was in fact something she had collected a few years back as she enjoyed industrial music, like DJ Moda, George Acosta, or Darude. She hoped a dance was all the man wanted. She did not want to dance at all as it was her family’s home. It made her burn with shame as she prepared herself.

Yasuo had settled his form on the couch and as she turned around from the stereo system, she felt youki.

‘He is youkai!’

“Come here, miko. What’s your name,” he asked with a grin as she complied in approaching him.

“It is miko. No matter what happens, that is the only name you will get,” she said, tears leaking from her eyes as she willed herself to fall into the music.

“Fine, keep your mystery, lovely. Ah, that would be a wonderful name for you, just like the place you danced at, Aitoshii,” Yasuo said huskily, visibly aroused and Kagome willed her eyes to look away from the demon’s pitched tent.

She swayed and caught the music as if it were a passing cloud that she could jump up, grabbed and could be carried away. Although she was very aware of Yasuo’s distractingly disgusting aura, she fell further in the music, gracefully slipping her haori open. It was different than her attire at Aitoshii as that was button up and easily removable. The real thing was much more difficult to work with, but she managed to work through the kinks. In moments, her breasts were open to Yasuo’s feisting eyes and Kagome closed her eyes as the tears fell faster. It was so hard for her to not just fall apart, but she guessed that it was being use to dancing for over four years in front of a bunch of perverts. That, and dealing with Miroku’s lecherous behaviour towards Sango and the rest of the female race.

She hesitated while untieing the fastenings to her hakamas and Yasuo grabbed her hands, stilling them and stopping her dance.

“Here, let me help,” Yasuo grinned, untieing them while licking the tear streak off of her right cheek.

Her hakamas dropped to the ground, pooling at her feeling. Another wave of panic flooded through her and the sobs caught in her throat, forming an even more painful knot. She could not dance anymore for this creature. She knew he wanted more than a dance and she did not want to give it: her innocence.

“You have battled before. I can see the faint glamour you’ve spelled on yourself. I admire a woman that shows strength. I’d like to taste you,” he said, leaning in to try to capture her lips.

Kagome turned her head and Yasuo’s lips touched over her jawline. She cringed and could not take it anymore.

“Don’t touch me. Get out!” she cried out, trying to pull herself from the lustful demon.

Yasuo’s eyes flashed red, and he dropped his ningen guise, revealing he was some sort of shadow youkai.

“I don’t think so. I asked for a dance, and I will get what I want,” he sneered, and cupped her breast.

Kagome shuddered from his touch and found the Shikon no Tama on her neck starting to pulsate.

‘No, but its been dormant for so long! Not now! He will sense it!’

The jewel had looked like a simple bauble hanging from her neck for the past few years. The jewel grew hot on her chest and Yasuo’s eyes widened.

“You have the jewel! Oh, how fortuitous for me,” Yasuo cried out joyously. “Both the jewel and a beautiful woman!”

“No! You can’t have it!” Kagome screamed as Yasuo reached for it.

As if the jewel heard Kagome, the jewel did something she never thought it would, it started sinking into her body.

“Bitch! If you absorb it, I’ll kill you. What a waste of lovely flesh, ne?” Yasuo snarled.

“I’d rather die than lose the Shikon no Tama. I am its guardian!” Kagome said, feeling the power of the jewel wash over and take away the fear that had been in her heart.

A voice in her mind whispered, “No fear, Miko Kagome. I will aid ye. Become one with the jewel. Take my power.”

The voice was a soft feminine voice. At first, she thought it was herself, but the voice seemed more mature.

‘Midoriko?’

“Hai, my child. The Lord of the West is approaching. Go with him and he will protect ye. Ye are the jewel now,” Midoriko said, her voice wafting through Kagome’s mind.

‘No, I don’t want it! It’s caused me enough grief alone! Please don’t curse me!’

“Gomen ne, Kagome. Ye were destined for this burden. My time is waning so I must inform ye that ye are my heir and the jewel resides in your heart. Now that it is where it is suppose to be, I can pass on peacefully. The jewel was a curse outside the body, but misplaced in thy side when you were born. It belonged in thy heart. In thy heart, the jewel has no physical shape; the elements free to move throughout thy body and aid ye unconditionally. I bid ye farewell,” Midoriko said, her voice fading off.

No sooner than Midoriko’s voice faded, she noticed Yasuo screaming about his hand burning off. When she focused, she did indeed see that his hand was practically turning to ash but the pink glow of her power was slowly spreading towards his wrist.

“You stupid bitch! You burned my hand off. Stop purifying me and give me the fucking jewel!” Yasuo yelled, his eyes flashing dangerously.

Sesshoumaru burst through the door and immediately called the his acid whip, vanquishing Yasuo and a single flick of his wrist. Kagome looked up at him and dropped to her knees. She had nothing but her underwear on and the weight of Midoriko’s words held her heart down heavily.

Sesshoumaru pulled off his jacket and covered the miko before picking her up.

“I sensed the pulsing of the jewel and came. It was not until the shrine steps I caught scent of that disgusting shadow youkai’s arousal and your fear, Kagome. Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.

Kagome smiled bitterly, the tears still rolling down her cheeks.

“So, no regular hello, Sesshoumaru! I’m fine, just shaken up,” she replied, trying to wipe the hot tears away.

“Good, then you are coming with this Sesshoumaru. This place is no longer safe. Bring what you can and the jewel. You will be under my protection. Where is the jewel?” he inquired, noticing it was not on her neck as usual.
“Midoriko decided that it was mine. It no longer has shape and rests within my heart. All of the elements flow freely through my body: Aramitama, Nigimitama, Kushimitama, and Sakimitama,” Kagome responded, half despondently.

“Hn. What a bother!” Sesshoumaru commented acidly.

“Yeah, that’s all I seem to be, a bother,” she said, falling even further into despair.

Sesshoumaru did not like where her behaviour was turning. He did not intend that his comment be directed at her, but more at the jewel.

‘However, she is the jewel now.’

Sesshoumaru held her closer in another act of being out of his usual character, he replied soothingly, “You are no bother, Kagome. This Sesshoumaru will protect you. Did you not remember that this Sesshoumaru respects you and regards you closely to that of a friend? You are strong. You once defeated the vile hanyou, Naraku and proved to this Sesshoumaru, that you are unlike the rest of your race. The jewel merging with your body is nothing you cannot handle. This Sesshoumaru will help you!”

Kagome looked up at Sesshoumaru, again in disbelief as this was the second time he had spoken to her with something other than his usual apathetic demeanor. The tears still ran and she sobbed into his expensive white dress shirt as she choked out, “A- arigatou.”