Drabbles of The Lord and his Miko by Lady Hope

Will you remember?

Kagome stood by the well, leaning against the lip of the old wooden structure. She stared up at the full moon, taking in the beautiful sights of the stars.
"Miko." A velvety but very icy voice stated. She turned to him with a small smile.
"Hi Sesshoumarusama." She said softly as if she were afraid her voice would somehow damage the view. She did not look up to acknowledge his presence or move in any other way.
"Hm." He replied, moving until he stood close enough to touch her. He instead turned his back against the well just as she did, standing his full height, face upturned to the heavens. They'd been doing this for the past month or so . . . Kagome supposed they should be training, the battle with Naraku was near and Sesshoumaru had been more then kind to her by accepting to train her. He had told her she'd be better off with another priestess, her own kind he had said. But there was no time to search for a powerful enough priestess. But somehow when they were standing together looking up at the stars . . . it was easy to forget about Naraku and all of her troubles. She was faced however with a much more dire situation. Yes, she could handle the evil hanyou that was Naraku and trekking for weeks without end, but there was one thing she had no clue how to deal with.

 She allowed her peripheral vision to pick up on the demon lord next to her, taking in his handsome visage and incredibly manly body. She wondered if he knew that his aura felt like a strong thunderstorm or that when they trained she could smell the heavenly scent of him. She flushed when she saw his gaze rove lazily from the sky to her. She averted her eyes quickly, staring up at the sky.
"The battle with Naraku approaches." Sesshoumaru said. She sighed. She knew.
"I know . . ."
"Should we not be training." Somehow his questions all sounded more like statements. As if he were all-knowing and only gave you the luxury of answering his questions.
"I guess . . ."
"I told you before we began, we will not take it easy. I will not be held accountable for human weaknesses. You asked this Sesshoumaru to assist you not the other way around."
"Will you remember me?" She asked suddenly.
"Ningen . . ." He began, his voice a warning. He tired of her strange tendencies and untraceable mind. Her thoughts came and went like the tide.
"I'm sorry . . . That was a stupid question." She said with a forced laugh. His threatening tone gone, he was now intrigued, one might say interested. She was leaving?
"Being remembered implies that you are going somewhere. Where do you plan to go Miko?"
"This isn't where I belong. I belong in the future . . . with my family and friends. With the jewel complete and Kikyou and Inuyasha together . . . what do I need to stay here for?" She asked him rhetorically, looking up at the stars again. It sounded more like she were trying to convince herself rather than explain.
"Hm." He replied. "We should begin our le- . . ." He trailed off when the scent of saline filled the air. He detested women that cried. He stood in front of her, looking down into her tear filled eyes. Without warning he brought a clawed hand to her face, and gently wiped a stray tear away.
"I will." He said curtly. He stepped away from her and looked off into the woods. "It is time to begin training."