Rise of the Shikon Miko by golden eyes hypnotize
Paging Dr. Taisho
A/N: I do not own the characters in this story. They belong to the marvelous Rumiko Takahashi and if I could send her a hug every time I thought about Kagome and Sesshoumaru, I would have been thrown in jail a long time ago.
This first chapter is kinda two-three chapters in one, but I thought it was best to give a full introduction as a first chapter. This is my first offering here, so pretty please with pocky on top be kind. Always happy to hear concrit.
It will be be a slow build story, so if you’re looking for them to start boinking and fighting Naraku by the 3rd chapter, you’re really gonna be disappointed.
Glossary at the end of this chapter!
On with the show...
She awoke to thrusting pain and hot, alcohol-laden breath on her young face. The calloused, dirty hand over her mouth muffled her cries but couldn’t stop her tears, twinkling in the moonlight from the window as they slid down the sides of her face and into her hair. She knew better than to struggle—it only excited him further. Always careful not to wake his slumbering wife in the next room, he threatened the girl in hushed tones against her pale skin. He told her what he always told her: that she was worthless, that she was his, that no man would ever love her after what he’s done to her and part of her couldn’t help but believe it. Another part of her, the part that dreamed of a handsome, silver haired prince that could fly on a cloud and who would slice her father to pieces with his gleaming, razor sharp sword when he finally came to rescue her, that part hoped. As she let her mind drift away from what was happening to her, she saw him in her mind. He was tall, so tall, with a piercing stare that could turn a grown man into a puddle of sniveling goo. She knew when he turned that gaze to her that his eyes would soften in a way that only she could see. His hair, magnificent in its long, perfectly straight, silver splendor, dancing in the breeze created by his powerful aura would beckon her like fingers to bring her to him. If only he was real.
22 years later
“Hurry up, wench, we’re gonna be late!” her ever-impatient shadow said.
“I’m coming, Yasha, hold your horses. I need pants!” Tearing through her laundry basket of clean clothes, she found a wrinkled pair of her comfy, black cotton work pants and shimmied them up her long, muscular legs and past hips that are much bigger than they were just this past summer but still shapely. Checking herself in the mirror above her dresser, sadness flickers in her eyes before she noticed and concealed it. Reaching up and clipping her long, midnight curls in two clips on either side of her head, she looked over the result and sighed. ‘This is as good as it’s gonna get.’ She patted her cat, Buyo, who had been head butting her leg, on the head and headed out to the kitchen to put on her jacket and grab her book bag.
“Be good, Buyo! Watch the house!” she shouted as she stumbled into her shoes as her best friend tugged her out the door. After tugging loose from his grip long enough to lock up, he dragged her to the passenger seat and opened the door for her. She took a minute to smile up into large golden eyes at the rare bit of chivalry from her gruff best friend. Thick, wavy, silver hair falls to just below his shoulder blades with bangs that frame the half demon’s eyes and a set of forelocks resting on his collarbone. He stands half a head taller than her own tall 5’9”. Well, not counting the extra few inches his furry, white puppy ears add. He got into the habit of driving her to work every day because her beat up old clunker of a car was in the shop more than it was on the road and though he’d never admit it, he worried for her safety. She slipped into the passenger seat as he sprinted over to his side, flopping in and turning the key in the ignition. Two seatbelts click and they were off.
Adjusting her book bag on her lap she said, “So how’s the honey?”
Inuyasha smirked. “Keh! You know how Shiori is. With the holidays coming up, she spends all her time decorating and testing out recipes. She wants to know when you’re coming over. You’ve been working too damn much.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve got bills to pay. Trust me—I miss you guys, too. Besides, you’re working almost as much as I am.”
He gunned the engine to run a red light before replying, “I know, but it’s my first Christmas with my mate. There’s something special I want to give her.”
“Is it the one we looked at the other night at work? Awww! I knew you were a big mushball at heart!” She ruffled his bangs as he growled in embarrassed frustration.
“Shut up, Kagome,” the half demon whose complexion suddenly resembled ketchup grumbled as he continued the drive towards the three-square block medical campus.
As they strolled through the massive, glass double doors of the giant, newly constructed emergency complex, complete with four interconnected “pods” laid out in a grid, each the size of a normal emergency room, they swipe their badges to get through security and made the long walk back to where the charge nurse was sitting to find their assignments for the night. A quick scan of the board and smiling golden eyes rose to meet mirthful orbs of purest cerulean. “Ha, wench! You’re stuck with me!”
“Nooooo!” she exclaimed in mock horror, running away to the purple pod, her long, blue-black curls trailing behind as her hanyou closed the distance. The charge nurse rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh at their antics as a few others giggled before checking their own assignments on the board.
Inuyasha found the previous shift’s nurse and settled in for report as Kagome headed over to the secretary desk and relieved a weary Heather, having last seen each other 12 hours ago as Kagome was leaving. As Heather cleared out the station and told her about the calls for doctors that have been put out, Kagome dropped her bag under the desk and slipped her coat and scarf over the back of the chair.
“Oh! I almost forgot! There’s a new neurosurg attending. He’s kind of a prick,” Heather said with her bag on her shoulder standing at the archway leading to the corridor.
“Aren’t they all?” Kagome quipped with a smirk.
She laughs. “Well they haven’t put his number in the computer yet, but I wrote down his pager there on the sticky note on the monitor.”
“Got it! Thanks, girl, and have a good night!” she said, waving, as she saw her friend turn and head out.
As the day shift slowly filtered out, the night crew headed out to check in on their patients. Meanwhile, Kagome updated the list of nurses’ and aides’ phone numbers on the online whiteboard. She flipped off the overhead lights in the nurses’ station, leaving the area lit only by the hall lights and the glow of computer monitors as the night crew preferred. She busied herself with the stack of discharge charts left for her while fielding calls and paging out doctors. By the time she got a chance to breathe and look at the clock, four hours had gone by and it was after 11. To her right, a blur of red scrubs and silver hair plopped into one of the black, wheeled office chairs with a gusty sigh. “If bed 38 calls for pain medicine one more time…seriously, Kags, I’m gonna kill him.” He pushed off with his strong legs and rolled his chair, high speed, into hers, both “oof”ing at the impact.
“Idiot.” She ruffled his hair, bringing both hands through the mass of thickness, the corners of her lips curling up as she heard his purr.
Breathing in her soothing scent of honeysuckle layered with the oranges she was always eating, he felt his tension leave his body only to stiffen again as a thought occurred to him. “Hey, did I tell you the Ice Prince is a real doc now? He accepted an attending position here.”
“What? Here in the ER?” She’d heard much about her best friend’s older brother over the years, and most of it wasn’t remotely good. She really didn’t want someone like that on her unit.
“Nah. He’s a neurosurgeon. The new night attending.”
Eyes widening she said, “Oh, no way! I’ve already heard about him from Heather. She said he was a prick to her. Nice. Well, at least most of the house docs don’t come anywhere near lowly secretaries so I’m safe from his wrath.”
“Yeah. Half-brother nurses, not so much,” he said through clenched teeth with ears laid flat.
“Awww…hey, it will be ok. If he tries to beat you up, I’ll just sit on him!” she tried to sound cheery through her self-deprecation, all too aware of her recent and substantial weight gain.
Suddenly fuming, he pulled his hair from her fingers and spun around in his chair, grabbing her hands. “For the love of—damn it, Kagome, what the hell did I tell you about doing that? So what if you’ve gained some weight?” At her look, he added, “Ok, a lot of weight. You’re gonna lose it again. Besides, you’re still beautiful so it doesn’t even matter if you are heavier.” Putting on his best I-mean-it look he added, “I’m serious, damn it—not one more word.”
“OK, OK. I can’t help it. It’s just…it’s easier to joke about it. I mean it’s bad enough I’m deformed, but I can’t stop eating. I’m sorry, Inuyasha,” she replied, casting her eyes downward. Kagome had graduated from high school early, having worked hard and skipped grades and went to a prestigious music conservatory after. She had been quite a successful flutist and singer until her face fell. It was called Bell’s palsy and it resulted in hemispherical paralysis of one side of the face, the right in Kagome’s case. For most people, it resolved itself in a few weeks, but for Kagome, the doctors had determined her nerve damage was permanent: she would never perform again. Even though she still had her voice, though her words slightly lacked the practiced clear enunciation of her schooling, she was far too self-conscious of her appearance to stand in front of a crowd again. It had broken her heart the day she had gotten the test results, but at least she’d had Inuyasha there with her.
“Well knock it off, OK?” He nudged her chin with his knuckles. “Or else I’m telling my mate and then you’ll never hear then end of that shit. Speaking of which, you’re off tomorrow night, right? Good. You’re coming over for breakfast and crashing at the house. You’ve been too antisocial lately.”
“Well, I’ve been giving you guys some space. You’ve only been mated since August and you’ve, you know, got…stuff…to do,” she said, making a helpless hand gesture.
“Oh, trust me, stuff is getting done. As often as possible. Mmmmm…in as many ways as possible,” he said, golden eyes going hazy in his hentai nostalgia.
“Inuyasha! I so do not need to hear that!” She definitely did not need mental images of her two best friends molesting each other. Ewww. No.
A call came up on her to-do board and she smirked as she paged the number. “Guess who I just paged for guess whose patient!” she said in a sing-song voice.
Uttering a foul oath, his downy soft puppy ears on top of his head lay flat and he jumped when the phone rang. “Wow, that was fast.”
“Emergency Department, this is Kagome. How may I help you?” she said into the phone.
After a pause where she can hear breathing a deep baritone voice replies, “Taisho, neurosurgery. You paged?”
“Yes, thank you, Dr. Taisho. Please hold while I connect you to Dr. Teuscher.” She dialed the green pod attending’s number into the phone and said, “Hi, Dr. Teuscher, it’s Kagome. I have Taisho from neurosurg for you,” before completing the transfer and hanging up. Turning to her friend she said, “Well that wasn’t so bad. I wonder what he did to piss Heather off.”
“Trust me, Kags, it won’t take much for you to get pissed at him, too.”
Noticing the time and with a smirk, Kagome got up to take her break, always feeling a little guilty because she knew the nurses didn’t get breaks. She threw a cheeky wave at her best friend before shouldering her bag and walking through the ambulance patient area to get to the break room. She swiped her badge to get in and set her bag on the table closest to the big screen on the wall. After popping her Lean Cuisine in the microwave, she set about the monumental task of finding something good on TV at 3 in the morning. Settling on the History Channel, she grabbed her dinner, orange and some paper towels and dug in.
5 minutes ago
In the Department of Neurosurgery’s on call office sat the most powerful demon in existence. His strength was legendary, his speed without comparison. Centuries old, Sesshoumaru Taisho has mastered every discipline to which he had applied himself, and over the years there have been many. At present, he was a neurosurgeon. Top of his class, stellar references, a fellowship others would kill for, now an attending at the world renowned Global Vascular Institute. He also is the current world Kendo champion and in perfect physical condition. He held himself in a perfect state of calm at all times, never allowing emotion to cloud his clarity of thought.
Others, most frequently demonesses, had accused him of being without feelings, of having no heart because of his unflappability. In truth, it is quite the opposite. For reasons he could never voice, he had always felt things much more keenly than those around him. Heir to the title of Lord of the West, he was everything his father should be proud of and yet it never seemed to be enough. His half-brother, on the other hand, was a chronic underachiever with serious attitude issues who hadn’t even worked until recently (though, admittedly, he had done well enough with his studies when he finally applied himself and was a fine nurse at the same prestigious hospital where he was now employed) yet their father’s love and approval had always been in plentiful supply for Inuyasha. He couldn’t help but feel the unfairness keenly any time he thought about it though he never showedthis to the world. After his father used this weakness of feeling to betray the memory of his own mate, Sesshoumaru’s mother, he built an impenetrable wall of control to shelter his emotions from those around him so that even by scent his thoughts and feelings were indecipherable.
Though his father found fault with his approach, accusing him of being cold, it was proven to be the right choice every time he entered a Kendo match. He showed no weakness, gave his opponent no opening with which to attack. Indeed even his glare was enough to intimidate his challengers.
Physically, his perfectly straight, hip-length silver hair curtained his back, not a single hair out of place as though even his own hair is afraid of going against his will, with bangs that frame his eyes. He is an impressive 6’10” tall with strong, broad shoulders. Gracing his pale as moonlight skin were two smooth slashes of magenta over each of his regal cheekbones, the mark of the house of Taisho passed through the male line, though not his only mark of that kind, and a Prussian blue crescent at the center of his brow, the mark of his dam, showing him to be a poisonmaster inu. His eyes, perfect almonds in proportion, glitter with the gold of his sire’s eyes. His large, capable hands casually gripped the latest medical journal as he sat at his desk, his fingers relaxed, tipped with deadly, razor-sharp claws.
He got a page. Setting down his magazine, the demon reached for the phone on the desk and immediately dialed.
“Emergency Department, this is Kagome. How may I help you?”
It was as though the air was knocked out of his lungs. ‘That voice…I know that voice….’ Eyes bleeding crimson as his bestial side clamored in approval, he took a moment to pull himself together and answered her somehow. Not even sure what her reply was, he barely comprehended the following conversation with the doctor on the other end of the phone but thankfully managed to say the right things and all too eagerly offered to come see the patient. ‘I have never reacted to a female that strongly, and it was merely her voice…I must find her.’ “Kagome.”
“Inuyasha,” the deep baritone voice rumbled.
Instantly stiffening from his place at the Pyxis medication dispenser, he whipped around and blustered, “Something I can do for you, asshole?” Hands on his hips he added, “And why the hell are you masking your aura? Just can’t resist sneaking up on the vile hanyou?”
Really, if he were a less disciplined demon, he would have sighed. Ignoring his question, he redirected, “Inuyasha, this Sesshoumaru has no need to resort to such to fool your meager senses. Now, before you can further display your idiocy, you will tell me where I can find the female named Kagome.”
“WHAT?! No way! What the hell do you want with Kagome?” ‘The bastard must have heard about her from Dad. But why would he want to talk to my best friend?’
“This Sesshoumaru has no need to explain himself to you, half-breed. Clearly you know this girl and you will tell me where to find her.” Despite what the half-breed believed, he truly had no problem with the circumstances of his birth. Inuyasha was always sensitive about it so of course he exploited that weakness. It was his duty as the elder brother to point out weaknesses in his younger packmate. It wasn’t his fault his brother was unable to comprehend the simple lesson. If it was the case that his father actually bothered to teach the boy proper inu culture, then he obviously hadn’t put forth any effort with his lessons. What he did have a problem with was his attitude. He was spoiled rotten by their sire and his human mother. He was always defensive, loud, and brash. He lacked even the paltriest of manners and cursed with nearly every breath. He was well over 500 years old, having reached the 30 years maturity mark in human years where he would stay for most of his adult life, yet until the last few years, he had lived with his father without contributing to the household, only taking. It was no wonder they couldn’t get along.
“Inuyasha? Everything OK? Having finished her break, Kagome had wandered back to her pod but stopped when she sensed the upset in his aura.
That voice. Sweet and soft, soothing and melodic, deliciously feminine. He was so distracted by his idiot half-brother that he had lost all sense of his surroundings. Smirking at his brother in triumph, he inhaled deeply, preparing to turn around and face the undoubtedly beautiful demoness who possessed such a lovely voice. Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t what happened. As soon as the air reached his receptive nostrils, he was overcome by the ravages of his beast. Unexpected and violent, the daiyoukai struggled to reign in his bestial side. Where once the magenta lines on his face had been smooth, they were now jagged and dark, looking like rips in his skin. Carefully manicured claws grew to gruesome talons. Crimson eyes tried desperately to focus as Inuyasha’s narrowed on his half-brother.
“Kagome, out of the way!” She backed up hurriedly as Inuyasha grabbed his doubled over brother and dragged him into the nearest storeroom, swiping his badge on the way and slamming the door behind him. Throwing the incapacitated daiyoukai against a wall, he held his half-brother’s upper arms and watched the battle as red swirled with gold in his eyes. “Dude, get a grip!” Inuyasha shook him to try to bring him back to sense. At length, the red bled from his eyes, leaving them golden and confused. “Sesshoumaru, tell me I didn’t see what the fuck I think I just saw.”
Regaining himself with a deep, cleansing inhale and exhale and straightening to his full height with dignity, he soberly replied, “Hn. My beast has chosen.”
“Gods damn it. That girl gets in more trouble than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life. And now she gets paired up with my enemy?” Looking up to the ceiling he shouts, “Really? What next?”
“Inuyasha, be silent. This Sesshoumaru must think.” His thoughts swirled like the sea in a storm. A human? His beast would really choose a human for the great Sesshoumaru? But then he had sensed purity rising up to meet his uncontrolled youki. There was power there, but he could tell it was bound. There was no way to tell how much power unless she was freed. Why would a miko seek to bind her powers? Or was there something sinister at work in her life? There was a mystery here and it engaged him readily.
“I just can’t fucking believe this! You’re her total opposite. It will never work, you know. It has to be a mistake. I mean, for gods’ sake you do realize she’s a human? You hate humans! How could your beast pick someone you’d never want to go anywhere near—hey wait—you did want to go near her! Fuck! What was that about?!” He narrowed his eyes in suspicion on his half-brother.
Giving his brother the glare that was known to intimidate any living being outside of his sire he replied, “Not that it was any of your business, brother, but I found her voice pleasurable and wished to meet the being that could inspire my interest.” He left out the facts that he had been certain it was a demoness and that if he found her form as pleasing as her voice, he would have seduced her quicker than he could subdue an opponent with his sword. With his younger brother acting so protective of her, he had no desire for further conflict. Besides, he seemed to know the girl and therefore he would definitely need him. It would not do to rile his protective urges and alienate him. He would also need to have a talk with his sire…
Though he could sense his brother was not telling him the whole truth, he shrugged it off and answered, “Well, I will give you that. Kagome’s got an awesome voice. You should hear her sing. An angel! She sings everywhere—in the shower, in the car, she even hums at her desk.”
Eyes narrowing and barely keeping the growl from his voice he asked, “How would you know she sings in the shower, half-breed?”
“Because she’s my best friend, asshole! We’re over each others’ houses all the time. Jeez. Even Dad knows she sings in the shower. It doesn’t mean anything’s happened!” Realizing both the same overwhelming jealousy he had experienced when he found his own mate and that this couldn’t possibly be a fluke since his cold-as-ice brother had never even expressed interest in a girl past sating his sexual needs, insecurity started to set in. With Shiori and him, they’d both instantly felt the draw so Kagome probably would, too. What if she fell for his idiot brother and he kept her away from him? ‘Nah, no way, Kagome would never allow that. She wouldn’t even stand for the way Sesshoumaru treats me.’ At least he hoped so. “And that’s another thing! If you want any chance with her, you can’t keep treating me like shit. It won’t matter if she wants you, Kagome won’t want anything to do with you if you do.”
The half-wit half-breed obviously had no idea the effect he had on the female population. He was the most powerful being on the planet. He was a prime physical specimen. He could seduce in a glance. It was assured. But to Inuyasha he only communicated, “Hn. This Sesshoumaru will meet her now.”
“Whoa! I mean, do you think you can handle it?” At the glare that followed he retracted, “OK, OK! You are the great and terrible Sesshoumaru. No way is some human girl gonna make you lose your cool…except for about 10 minutes ago when, you know, she did.” Inuyasha leapt out of the way before his neck could meet Sesshoumaru’s claws with a laugh.
Sesshoumaru turned and left the storeroom, immediately catching the scent of his beast’s choice and fighting back the clamoring of his inner self. He would conquer this; he was a master of control. As he stalked the trail of scent that led him to the purple pod’s secretary desk, he walked slowly, savoring the hunt. He turned the corner and caught his first glance of her: she was nothing like he expected. She was fat—there had to be a mistake. Her hair, waist-length, perfect, blue-black curls that gleamed with health and tumbled in a mass down her back was truly extraordinary, he would give her that. He held his breath as he approached her side and gazed upon her face for the first time. “Hello.” It was all he could manage. In an instant, eyes of a blue so pure and clear and surrounded by long, plush, black as space lashes that even a demoness would kill for met his own and he felt his heart thunder in his chest and send all his blood straight below the drawstring of his ceil-blue scrub pants. ‘Gods. I know those eyes…’
‘It’s him. My prince from when I was little. Wow…he’s even more beautiful up close. Oh, I knew he’d be tall, but—oh my god, I’m hallucinating right here at work!’ Though she felt actual physical pain from removing her gaze from his, her sudden panic and paranoia won out and she hurriedly looked around the nurses’ station to see if anyone else could see him. ‘Oh.’ From the looks on their faces, they could most definitely see him and were planning a buffet composed entirely of deliciously rare, dripping, inu daiyoukai. Sensing displeasure from him, she slowly turned her head back to him and was ensnared by gold within gold eyes that warmed her like she was standing in the summer sun.
‘She looked away from this Sesshoumaru!’ The very idea of a human overcoming the draw long enough to peruse her coworkers for gods only knew what reason while he was standing there unable to take his eyes from her was absolutely incomprehensible. He watched her return her gaze back to him and smirked as her incredible blue eyes got larger and her scent spiked with her arousal. ‘That’s more like it.’
Though her mouth suddenly felt full of cotton she managed, “May I help you?”
‘Oh, but I can think of many ways for you to help me, miko…’ He blinked. He was overcome by his arousal to this female and realized he had no idea what to say to her. She was expecting an answer. ‘How did she manage words when they have deserted this Sesshoumaru?’
Help came from an unlikely source. Throwing an arm around the mute daiyoukai’s back he announced, “Hey, Kags! I thought you’d like to meet my half-brother, Sesshoumaru.”
In the time it took to blink, the spell was broken. Breath filled her lungs for the first time in minutes. This was the demon that had tormented her best friend for most of his life. This was not her childhood fantasy come to life but a self-important bully. Whatever she felt a moment ago couldn’t compare to the truth. “Hello, Dr. Taisho. Welcome to the GVI,” she replied in a voice that froze his heated blood solid before she turned away from him and shouldered the ringing phone receiver.
At that, a supremely satisfied hanyou slapped his brother on the back with a smile. ‘I knew she wouldn’t make it easy on the bastard.’
Japanese glossary: (This girl is so not Japanese, I just watch entirely too many subtitles. If you catch an error, please let me know!)
Youki A demon’s spiritual power
Daiyoukai Great Demon/ In this fandom it is used for the most powerful of demons considered nobility
Baba Old lady
Miko The proper title for a priestess
Koibito Lover, sweetheart