The Devil You Know by *~*Missy*~*

In which the white cherry blooms and Sesshoumaru gets some me time

Kagome was immersed in a dream world, and it was not a nice one.  She was running, she hadn’t stopped running for a long time now; she had no clue how long she had been asleep either.  She was running from the choice she had to make and the truth that she had to reveal.  She was running from the deception that she had been working on the two demons and the inevitable response of the Taiyoukai of the West when she told him that he was not the only one that she had promised to mate.  She wondered if it was even possible for her two be mates with more than one person, she did not after all know much about pack dynamics. 

She loved them both, she truly did and this kept reasserting itself in her world of dreams.  But she loved them for different reasons.  She felt very differently when she was with Sesshoumaru than when she was with Naraku.  Naraku was sweeter to her and more concerned.  He could easily read what was wrong with her.  But the Taiyoukai just seemed to know how to make her feel better, at ease in her presence, and knew how to set her nerves on fire.

But how could she choose between the two of them?  What if they made her choose?  What was she going to do?  And what if it came out before they had undergone the battle?  She did not know what she would do if any of these things happened.

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Sesshoumaru awoke the next day ready to get started on training, but there was something bothering him first.  He needed to go and visit Kagome.  There was something that just wasn’t sitting right.  The demon lord could have sworn he felt her soul call out to him during his slumber.  If only to ascertain the status of his assets, he needed to visit her before he commenced this day’s training. 

He slipped very quietly into her room.  He did not want to wake her before her time after all.  And he just needed to see if she was alright.  He looked at her as she slept, she seemed like a being from the folklore he told to Rin.  Sleeping Beauty, that’s what it was called.  He took on her pale features, she seemed to be transforming in her sleep as well, he noticed the faint markings that were coiling around her arms, they were pink and were very graceful.   She took deep breaths and other than her unnatural deep sleep there appeared to be nothing wrong with her.  This soothed his inner beast and he was able to leave.  The beast had taken a liking to her it, an odd one it seemed.  But he would have to deal with this later.  Right now he needed to start the vigorous training process, as he figured he would probably get another hour or so of peaceful training until Naraku joined him, not something that he was happy about but it was a necessity. 

Inspired by:

Language of Flowers White Cherry

Sunset Miko’s Folklore