Challenge Collection by Sessylove219 by Sessylove219
Blessed Sake
Title: Blessed Sake Word Count: 1634 according to MSWorks Rating: M Prompt: Katlady’s Christmas Challenge ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ She felt dirty, and sticky, and above all, she felt hung-over. Why was it always like this? Every time she drank sake, she ended up regretting it the next day. She should have learned her lesson by now, but noooo… It all started innocently enough. She was traveling with the enlarged inu-tachi, hunting the spider and shards, when she brought up the fact that it was nearly the American holiday, Christmas. Naturally, Shippou and Rin were curious, so she elaborated. She told them about how the Christians, who only worshipped one God (she didn’t bother trying to tell them about how apparently he was really three people, it confused even her) celebrated his birth on the 25th day of the month, right before the closing of the year. She explained how presents were exchanged, and how it was generally a time when family and friends got together to celebrate the bonds that made them family. She should have expected it. The children were entranced by the idea, and wanted to celebrate a Christmas celebration. The others agreed, and so, on the 25th, they relaxed the day away, and that night, celebrated with gifts, sake, and a large dinner that all of them had a hand in preparing. Well, Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru didn’t really do anything to prepare the feast except hunting down the main courses, but to Kagome, it was enough. The brothers, for just this one day, put aside all of their hostility, and acted as real brothers would. It warmed Kagome’s heart, and gave her hope for the future. The thing that she had not understood at first was that the sake Miroku had provided was not just any normal sake, he had gotten it from the shrine of his mentor, the Monk Mushin. While the old man was an unrepentant alcoholic, the one thing that none of them had counted on, was that he was so enamored of the potent rice wine that he had blessed it. That blessing, it turned out, made the wine very intoxicating to anyone with youkai blood. Youkai, so it would seem, were generally not very affected by any time of libation. It was sometimes very irritating to the rest of the tachi, especially when they were invited into the homes of village headmen. The humans would get woozy, and the hanyou and daiyoukai would be unaffected. It was humiliating, especially to the young miko, who had never really drank before anyways. The festivities of Christmas with her feudal family were wonderful. Kagome had presented gifts from her time to all of her tachi. She gave Sango a new g-string (which Sango had actually asked for after seeing Kagome’s), Shippou a new coloring book and crayons, Rin a Barbie doll, Inuyasha a crate of ramen, Miroku a porn magazine (in private, of course), Kirara a catnip-filled mouse, Jaken a bucket of crickets, Au-Un a bag of apples, and for Sesshoumaru, she presented a fountain pen and ink set. She figured that being a Lord, he must do a lot of paperwork. Everyone was thrilled with their gifts. Ah-Un, Inuyasha, and Jaken could barely wait to enjoy their delicacies, and Kirara and the children began playing with their new toys instantly…just like Christmas in the modern era. She was amused by the furious blush that the slayer and monk had when they saw what their gifts were. Miroku could barely wait to get away from the celebration, but when he tried, Sango gave him a good knock on the head, and made him stay. When she saw what his gift was, she whispered something in his ear that made him blush even more. Kagome figured Sango had told him something about her gift, and showing it off, because when she spoke to the monk, Inuyasha blushed as well. It was enough to send the miko into a fit of giggles. She was honored to receive several lovely gifts from her feudal family as well. She had gotten an enchanted necklace from Shippou that turned her invisible, a comb for her hair from Rin, a dagger from Sango, and a set of prayer beads from Miroku. Inuyasha presented Kagome with a book of poetry that had been his mother’s, which made Kagome’s eyes tear up. Jaken had given her the gift of silence, he promised to make no remarks about humans for a whole month, which was a welcome gift indeed. The most lovely gift she received, however, was a multi-layered silk kimono in the colors of the West from Sesshoumaru. Inuyasha smirked when he saw it. Kagome was speechless. It was a wonderful gift, but far too beautiful for her. She tried to tell Sesshoumaru that she was not worthy of such a gift, but he told her to hush, that to refuse a gift was an insult. She bowed to him, and thanked him for such a lovely gift. Sango told she should try it on, and so Kagome spent the rest of the night, around the fire, in a kimono meant for royalty. It wasn’t until later that the sake came out. She should have passed on it, but she was having such a lovely time, and somehow, her glass just kept getting filled up. One by one, the revelers started falling asleep (or passing out, whichever the case may be), and she found herself alone, talking to the Western daiyoukai. She thought nothing of it, when he invited her out for a walk. She readily complied, and soon they were standing in a bower, temperate and warm, which was surprising for this time of year. Sesshoumaru explained that this area was heated because of all the hot springs in the area. They sat together, and conversed easily and comfortably. She noticed the slight blush on his alabaster skin, but at the time, thought that it was because of the warm, humid air. She was completely surprised, therefore, when he reached over and touched her face, bringing it closer to his own, and kissing her until she barely knew her own name. She was surprised at first, and unresponsive, but soon, she was returning his actions with wild abandon. It wasn’t long before they were both laid out on his mokomoko, naked and touching each other as if there was no tomorrow. Nothing could break the spell of that night, in a bower that seemed to be enchanted with the very passion that was generated between the miko and the daiyoukai. She barely felt the pain of him breaking her maidenhead. He barely felt the pain of her human claws raking against his back as he thrust into her with all the restrained fervor he felt for her. She barely felt his fangs as they bit into the junction between her neck and shoulder to make her his immortal mate, he barely felt her do the same, as his youki changed her very cellular composition, gracing her with fangs and claws. She had marked him, just as he had marked her. All they could feel was each other, the beauty and passion and truth and tenderness and love. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ She felt dirty, and sticky, and above all, she felt hung-over. Why was it always like this? Every time she drank sake, she ended up regretting it the next day. She should have learned her lesson by now, but noooo… She opened her eyes, and was surprised at what she saw. She had thought that she was sleeping in her sleeping bag, by the fire, with everyone else. When she actually saw where she was, however, she was at first confused, and right on the heels of that, slightly embarrassed. What she had at first taken for a pillow was in fact the chest of the Western daiyoukai. What she had taken for her sleeping bag was in fact his mokomoko, which had wound itself around the two of them. The memories of the night before crashed around her. Oh kami, what had she done? Her thoughts were swirling around in her head. Would he regret? Had he just been drunk? Did they have the morning after pill in the sengoku jidai? He woke before her, and was content, happy even, with just holding her close. His mate, his love. He felt her shame, her confusion, but was quick to comfort her with a loving embrace, a tender kiss. When she looked into his eyes, eyes that would never be able to hide anything from her ever again, she was comforted. She was content. She knew that he was too. She kissed him, and let her passion carry her off again. She had no fear of the future, because no matter what, she would face it, with him… They took a languorous bath in the hot springs, becoming more familiar with each other’s bodies, and then dressed to return to the rest of the tachi. When they arrived, neither could miss the smirk that adorned the face of the hanyou. Kagome had at first been wary of Inuyasha’s reaction, but when he huffed and said it was about time, she knew everything would be okay. The stares from the rest made her a little confused…she did not yet know how much she had changed, did not know that her aura and appearance were so altered, but at the moment, all she could think about was her youkai lord, and the life that was before them… Sometimes, you really do get everything your heart desires at Christmas. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Miroku hid a grin, and exchanged looks with Sango. It seemed their plan had worked. Matchmaking sure was fun. It seemed the blessed sake had loosened the inhibitions of their friends enough that they finally admitted their feelings and came together, just as they were always meant to. A/N: I don't own anything, especially Inuyasha and Barbie.