Unfinished Plunnies by sugar0o who lurks

Unfinished: In the Mood

New AN: Originally this "fic" as a whole was for my plunnies, in the hopes that someone would adopt and i could see the work be finished. People have asked for them, and out of the few that were adopted, only 1 person took the story and ran with it. One out of a few, because of that, I'm re-doing this, so that it's non-adoption. You can read them as they are, and that's going to be it. Sorry for anyone that thought they'd be able to adopt one. It makes me sad when someone claims my work and doesnt do anything.

"In the mood"

Story summary: S/K pairing, Mature content, charac. bashing, LITERALLY. this one's mean folks. r0o lies not. *nods*

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1. Some things just Shatter

“Five years!” the raven haired beauty of the night argued with herself as though the world around her was not teeming with life and alive around her. “Five wonderful horrible bloody damn years, and STILL he compares me to her even when she‘s dead AGAIN. STILL he yells and curses, that miserable dog eared moronic twit of a half-breed!!” she seethed as she stomped heavily through thick foliage of the woods that Kagome currently was in. Her mind played over the days events that had changed her so, one by one the images voices and events of that day played in her mind like a film.

They were searching, always searching for the shards, it had been three years since Naraku had been defeated, three years in which she actually finished middle school and flew through high school thanks to online tests at home and regular comprehension exams. Three years since Inuyasha’s windscar hit and re-shattered the jewel again.

Sure Kagome was trained now, sure she was probably the most powerful miko to walk the lands of Japan, but she had not expected this to last past that final battle. Oh how she loathed the dog boy that day. His “Feh!’s” and “Keh!’s”, huffing and puffing like a the absolute selfish jerk he was.

Flashback to the day of the battle, three years before…

Kagome had literally snapped, her group, or at least all in her group save the hanyou, had wondered when that reserve of sympathy, joy of life, or maybe just her patience would break. All of them had at one time or another lost it with the hanyou but their miko. The monk had thought it was because she constantly got to ‘sit’ him, but the slayer knew better, she sometimes wondered what god Kagome’s family had once involved themselves with to gain such raw unnerving patience; possible there was some youkai type in Kagome’s blood that allowed his words and taunts to roll of her back as though not a word had ever been said. To say they were shocked when she finally snapped was an understatement.

The battle had been fought, many were lost both on the side of justice or righteousness, and the side of evil. The dark hanyou had been dealt with even his spawns were killed off. It had been Sesshoamru’s and Kagome’s final attack that killed him, which freed the monk of his wind tunnel making clean up a bit hard.

The western lord had only stayed long enough to insure Naraku would not live and had vanished afterwards, the wolves were not around but they all know they were off tending to their wounds. Kagome herself had spun on her heels to aid the badly wounded huntress and the monk when she heard the cry. “WINDSCAR!” the golden wind-rip was sent into the remains of the spider demon, frying everything it came into contact with when she saw the bright luminous flashes of a small explosion in the sky. She and the monk’s eyes widened in both horror and confusion. While even the huntress’ face paled at the feeling that licked her skin.

“Well Naraku’s body’s all cleaned up. Now Kagome where’s the jewel I want my wish!” he said cockily as he let his fathers fang fall haphazardly on his shoulder. Silence filled the air as it grew heavy and thick, Miroku though pained and bleeding grabbed for both Shippo and Kirara as his staff impaled the ground pulling a barrier around them all for protection, happy that Sango was completely behind him.

Her eyes had glassed over, the muddy blue pressed hard impacting the rims of her now pale blue iris’, her glossy onyx mane of hair began to float on spiritual winds. Slowly, and methodically Kagome stood, glancing just barley over her shoulder to look at him, his stance showed he was oddly proud of what he’d done, her motions were slow as though some part of her was actually trying to stop herself from saying it.

Her brows arched high, twitching, and indignantly angry the likes of which none had ever seen upon her usually angelic face. Her fist clenched tight so her knuckles turned white and one could see the stretched skin above bone so well, blood dripping from them where dull nails dug deeply into slightly bow worn callous hands.

“SSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she roared in an inhuman bellow that ripped her throat raw, while spiritual power swirled wildly around her in air-rips reaching the heavens. The poor hanyou’s impact so hard that miles around them the earth shook from his body slamming into the helpless earth.

Even from his distance away from their group the Lord of the West wondered what the hell could have just happened, he knew that word, though the voice didn’t really sound right, he knew that aura as well, but the power behind it also did not feel right either, it was then that he noticed something shinny land upon the ground, something his ward too saw, she in her usual childish air whirled over to it, picking the shinning object up and brought it to him.

“Lord Sesshomaru! Its so pretty, can Rin have it?” placing the object in question in his palm. Shock and anger quickly found its way in him as he recognized the shinnying shard of the shikon jewel for what it was. He wasted no time even talking to Jaken, as he picked Rin up, much to her delight and raced back to where he’d left his pathetic half-brother, and his sad little pack.

Kagome felt a shard of the jewel moving with unrealistic speed, in a moved that both shocked an amazed the conscious members of her group her bow was pull and notched with an arrow in the blink of an eye, her determination showed as her scowl grew and her anger welled up. The tip of the arrow would normally held just some of her powers, but in that moment that pure rush of anger the tip burned with an intensity that was capable of blinding one if they looked upon it.

She couldn’t see, Inuyasha’s near earth shattering impact had left a slight mushroom cloud of dust in the air, leaving her blind to the world around her. But she could see the jewel as thought it were as clear as day, she could see the immense power so near it, and had she been in her right state of mind she would have known it was Sesshomaru, but she couldn’t see him physically, and she didn’t know. So with little to go on she released the arrow, and it held fast to its mark.

Sesshoamru had never felt, in his long life a power so grand and raw, it burned the air around him and he knew in this moment he would not make it, for a moment another creature had instilled fear upon him, he didn’t know if his father’s fang nor his own had the ability to save him, he had a reason to live, someone to protect, what a piss-poor life he had led if this was to be its end.

Rin though small and unknown in many ways of the world felt her lords sword pulse the ever curious child bent down in his hold to grasp the blade‘s hilt, the moment those small fingers touched Tensaiga, the sword roared to life in defense of this fight, fed by the love of the one who welded it, and the love of a child for her lord, a great barrier rose just in time to stop the arrow.

Its tip blinding, spun in place as its power released itself upon the barrier, wave after rippling wave crashed upon Tensaiga’s protection as it buckled violently under the weight of such an attack, and when it seemed as though neither would fall, finally the arrow slowed and hit earth. When the air cleared, golden eyes narrowed upon the raven haired priestess, while silvery pale blue did the same to him. “What is the meaning of this miko?” came his deep baritone voice.

Kagome seemed to be pulled from her shock by his voice, “What?” she bit out, only knowing that she was angry, but not allowing herself to understand or remember why. Sesshomaru was on her in a moment, in a move so very emotional and unlike himself, he had the onna beneath him, his arms strangling the life out of her.

Had he been in his right mind he wouldn’t have done this, his light whip was  more then enough to kill her, but his daughter could have been killed in something like that attack of hers, the jyaki and reiatsu crashing against one another would have done that to a child so small.

“I. Said. What. Is. The. Meaning. Of. This?” he said pulling out the shard of the jewel as he said the final word. As if Kagome had no three hundred pound youkai dog lord upon her, no one taking her precious air away her eyes widened while the pupils of her contracted as she took in the sight of the shining pink shard of the shikon jewel. And just like that her furious anger was back with a vengeance, along with the memory from just moments ago, Kami knows where the strength, speed and agility came from but she had literally pushed Sesshomaru off of her sending him flying as she did.

She sprang from her spot to the crater she knew the hanyou lay in, the air thickening sickly with her aura as she got nearer to her target. Throwing herself down hard upon him so that she was straddling his waist, she turned him over to face her alarmingly fast.

“Bitch….” was all Inuaysha got out as a tiny angry fist came flying into his face. It was not soft, it was not delicate, it was not a flower pressing upon the world the weight of her anger, it was an alarmingly powerful right hook, and then a left, followed by another right. Sesshomaru was again shocked by the tiny woman, when the hell did she get this power, he asked himself, as he stood and walked over to the edge of the crater that the onna, and his brother were in he watched; soon he was joined at the edge by the monk and the slayer who held both children away from the view while Kirara sat and watched this even unfold.

Long minutes later Kagome was covered in his blood, and still her anger boiled, her aura licked those who were around with demonic ancestry, rage welling with alarming rates in a human. Crashing fist after crashing fist pumped into the dog hanyou as the sound of her blood in her ears pumped her to move forward to continue. The sound of either the bones in her hand or the bones in Inuyasha’s head crashed together, it was sickening to the human ear, even worse on the youkai, and yet they watched as the 110 pound futuristic miko leveled angry punch after angry punch.

Kagome could hardly tell where her blood started and his ended, and when she could finally throw no more punches she stilled. Throwing her head back and screaming all of her self out in an almost inhuman sounding wail of angry sorrow, her breath ragged, her chest heaving her heavy breast up and down as she looked at some unknown force, fighting some unknown will to stop from killing him, as her body lost its energy.

She felt so hot, her skin boiling even, Kagome could feel the slick hot life giving liquid flowing over her person and down her body, her eyes almost hooded and yet seeing the unseen. Kagome knew some how that her once white top was now covered in blood, and clinging heavily to her heaving chest, she felt free for a moment as she tried to pull in her anger in, she wanted nothing more then to throw her fists into his face until there was nothing left.

Two years wasted, and now at seventeen what would happen, she thought. She felt sadly happy that she had finished high school with a GED, she wondered now how long it would take to pull it back together, to regain her life again, to collect what was once again complete that now was not. She wondered if they would have another Naraku to deal with, one stronger and more powerful to handle, she cringed at that thought.

Inuyasha had never been beaten so thusly before, not even by Sesshoamru, who had on more then one occasion actually left a hole in his stomach, but  it had been Kagome doing the trashing. Spitting blood from his mouth, the spatter hit her legs, she didn’t flinch, nor did she react as she stood, her knees covered in blood that had both pooled there as well as open gashes from throwing herself down, turning her back to him, and still covered in their mixed blood Kagome’s somewhat cold angry eyes closed as she tried to calm her raging nerves from the grim reality.

The reality that was the fact that the jewel was again shattered, when she heard the one name she never wanted in her short life to hear again, “Kikyo would have never…” Had she been a demon she would have just hit full form, the angry ribbons of spiritual power threw themselves out into the world, looking like smooth electricity coming off her body as she turned and looked upon him. Kagome didn’t even know her body was in motion, as she flipped around and brought her foot crashing down upon Inuyasha’s face.

Sesshomaru was down upon her before she could land another blow, his arms locking hers as she fought him for release, she really wanted to kill Inuyasha right now. “You will release me. NOW.” she stated in a far too calm voice, one that did not match her murderous aura. She stilled in his arms as she heard.

“I. Will. Not. His life is mine!” he grit out against her ear, the sound of his deep voice sending mixed messages to her brain as the heat caressed the skin on her fevered neck.

“He shattered the jewel again….. The fool. “ she bit out softly as tears welled in her eyes, rolling down her flushed cheeks and she cried, which turned into weeping and finally all outs body racking sobs. Releasing her softly she crumpled to the ground in a slightly bloody heap at Sesshomaru‘s feet, he watched her as sobs racked her body, and he could find no fault for her well placed anger. She cried that day until she could literally cry no more, Sesshomaru had plucked her up and brought her to Au-Un and his camp with Rin, followed by the monk, the kit, and the slayer along with the fire cat and the almost dead hanyou.

Kagome cried herself to sleep, and she cried when she woke, she cried until there were no more tears. Her tears were lost to two years, to Sango’s younger brother and her dead village, lost tears for Miroku’s lost time, her tears were lost to the wolves and to those who could not fight their fate, to Kagura and Kanna, her tears were even for Kikyo, and her own family on the other side of the well, for the life she had put on hold to finish this, one thing her tears were not for, were for Inuyasha.

She had cracked that day, and the mask she wore had broken completely. Sesshomaru had never thought that her mask  was one of laughter, smiles and kindness, while his was of indifference, but he truly saw her that day, not for inuyasha’s wench, or the miko of the shikon jewel, not even the onna who had shot at him one more then one occasion or for the female that pulled his fathers fang.

That day he had seen the strong woman she truly had become, the woman who’s heart had been smashed and broken, who had pushed herself so hard and miraculously that her only reaction was righteous anger or sorrowful tears, who’s anger had been held for far too long, no he couldn’t blame her for nearly killing what was his, and in some small way he almost pitied her fate, he was saddened by the fact that she would once again have to start over again.

Kagome woke before any, and in the middle of the night she left, and did not look back, her group had separated from Sesshomaru the next morning, after finding a note, ‘I’ll be back - K’ they left with the still nearly dead hanyou for Keade‘s village, while Sesshomaru went to find the onna. It was late afternoon when he found her in the mitts of battle. Wielding only a dagger her bows and arrows, she slew demons with ease, finally turning to see him.

Kagome hands were still bound for healing from the previous day, she said no words as she collected the five shared jewel shards that the demons had before she arrived, adding it to what looked like two others that she had gotten before he had arrived. He was impressed. Cool slightly hooded pale blue eyes look upon calculating gold. “Miko, I was not aware you knew how to, handle yourself.” he stated. Her lips firmed into a line before she calmed herself and replied.

“Beings here see what they want to see. The fool saw an ex lover and a weakling, the monk so an ass to grope and a sweet girl, the slayer saw a sister and friend, the kit….a mother, all saw someone they wanted to protect. As it is I’m not fond of fighting or killing, and though I may look as though I can’t harm a rabbit with a broken leg without shedding tears, I was raised a Shinto miko, and have learned much from both my father a priest, my mother a miko, and grandfather the head priest at our family’s shrine before I ever graced this place with my presence. So yes, Sesshomaru-sama, I am accustom to ‘handling myself,’ I’m just not fond of doing it.” she replied dryly. No one, absolutely no one could speak to him like that, but he allowed it after seeing the many things this female could do. Without a word she left heading back to Keade’s village.

They would meet again later in weeks, where Kagome would give both he, Sesshomaru, and Sango small pieces of her soul. She had lived for a year without a piece of her soul while it remained in Kikyo, a piece that never returned to begin with, so two more were hardly anything to stop her current moment. Her old group as well as the silent partnership she had formed with the demon lord had come to an understanding, get the jewels as fast as we can, they didn’t want another Naraku to deal with. This, Kagome was determined not to allow it.

Though now she had a better understanding of the jewel, and of its properties, how to feel it. She actually became someone like a general of sorts, seeking out the closest shard, hunting them relentlessly and all had been found with much quicker ease then they had before. Inuyasha, they realized had been a large contributor to their delay, despite the fact that he had always been the one pushing so hard to finish the quest.

The groups had left him to heal from Kagome’s assault, and she refused to allow him near her again, should she find herself unable to hold back, she didn’t want to find herself on the business end of Sesshomaru’s sword because she killed what was his.

Sango and Sesshomaru found it odd, though neither said a word to any other, the small piece of Kagome’s soul allowed them to feel out the jewel shards and actually give them the gift to see it in the beasts that assumed they could have a power that was not theirs. The miko’s soul tingled every time the two of them neared the cursed object, and most often it tingled for them when the others found something as well, often they all met to give the shards over to Kagome, and finally after three years more [for Sango at least], brining her to her current pain in the ass day, all the shards were found but five. 

Sesshomaru had only assisted to the point that the jewel was more then half complete, ensuring that no one like Naraku could fall upon its power again, which had only been a year. He had to admit the miko had changed over that time, she was still sweet and kind and her aura still happy and bright, but the weakling that he had once known was gone. The woman in her place a fierce warrior.

~End AN: I have no plans to continue this work. - sugar0o