The Wise Miko by JanaeGee
A/N: I do not own Inuyasha. c:
This is for the Inu Challenge. Hope you enjoy!
This was definitely… a turn of events.
Wiggling under the giant, furry paw, Kagome tried to get as comfortable as she could under the large, transformed Daiyoukai. It wasn’t the most appropriate thing, being stuck under the hairy beast, but it had been minutes since she had stopped struggling and screaming for help, finding it pointless after she had noticed that the Inu would only stare at her passively with his blood red eyes.
“Sesshomaru-sama,” she assumed, guessing it was the youkai by the purple markings that imprinted into his fur and skin. She had only seen the demon in his true form once, but she went by what she knew and was familiar with; the blue moon adorning his forehead, two stripes slashing across his cheeks, his silver mane, and a maroon colored aura.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” She asked, faintly wondering if he could understand her.
As if reading her silly thoughts, he snapped at her, abruptly baring sharp canines.
“I’ll take that as a no.” She meekly murmured.
He looked down at her stoically, puffing out air through his nose sharply. Gazing at her, he released his paw from her person slowly, setting it to the side.
Kagome took in a deep, needed breath of air, inhaling fully. He hadn’t been suffocating her, but she had certainly felt constricted.
Standing up reluctantly, she looked up into the eyes of the towering dog youkai, who in turned sat in front of her, his long, fluffy tail wrapped around his legs.
She was tempted to run away, but the fact that she still lived puzzled her. Why had he not harmed her yet? What was happening?
She had only been walking the short trek to the village, happy to be back to the past when the large dog had seemed to pop out of nowhere, her senses flaring as soon as she spotted him. It had been too late by then, for he had already pinned her down to the grass, effectively holding her there until she stopped wriggling.
Now he swooped down low, his head bowed as he regarded her expectantly.
Kagome stood there for a few long seconds before it clicked.
“You want me to…hop on?”
He growled low at her wording, but he beckoned her, confirming her guess.
Looking between the visible village and Sesshomaru, she bit her lip.
“What do you want from me?”
She squeaked when he chomped menacingly, his eyes glinting with annoyance and impatience.
“I see that you’re angry, Sesshomaru-sama,” she stepped back nervously, “but maybe it would be a bit easier to understand you if you were in your other form?”
Growling again, he swiftly grabbed the priestess by the cuffs of her shirt with his fangs, making sure not to get venomous saliva on her, and carried away the once again screaming, flailing priestess.