#my fanfic writing has been uninspired lately hopefully i'll get back into the swing of things. anime writing is always fun anyway.

[mikodaiyo]

Shinto Maiden

Summary:  When Kagome was a child, a demon fell out of her well and in love with her. But, Kagome is the Shinto Maiden, a delicacy for demons, promising eternal life in her flesh and unsurmountable power in her spilled blood. On her 19th birthday, who she is, is revealed, and all she can hope for is that if she is to be devoured, let it be by the silver haired demon of her childhood.

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These are chapters 1 - 3 posted for convenience and enticement that anyone’ll be inclined to read the rest

Snowflakes fell quickly from a dark, blue sky dusted with gray cloud dusts and twinkling, white stars. Atop a tall shrine house, a chimney bellowed smoke and, lights brightened the entire house in an amber aura. It's doors suddenly slid open letting in a young, tabby cat with an annoyed mewl and letting out a tiny bundle of brown and red with green eyes twinkling at sight.

Higurashi, Kagome, a quiet child who had a Mama who told her she was wise beyond her years and a Grandpa who told her exciting tales of the magic in their shrine, showed her fantastic swords and samurai armor and taught her how to read old scrolls. Sometimes, she even got to dress as the shrine's priestess and greet people during holidays, leading them to the well to pray while her Grandpa gave fortunes and Mama did palm readings. On those days, children from her school would play with her, thinking her magical and cool.

Any other time however, when Kagome invited other children over to play they would call her strange, telling her to stop using her 'powers' when they played hide and seek or tease her by playing 'Kagome, Kagome' just to get upset when she won and, call her a cheater.

Kagome preferred it more when they liked her... and she blew big puffs of frosty air to distract herself from such sad thoughts.

“Kagome, don't forget to close the door!” She heard her Mama call from the living room, “And stay in the yard!”

“Yes ma'am!” Kagome responded, sliding said door shut and paddling her way to the first step to sit down and safely making her way down the steps covered in icy patches.

First, she would make snowmen-no, snow angels-no! A whole snow army to have a snowball fight with!

“Hurry up and be born, Souta!” Kagome spoke to herself she knelt down underneath The-Big-Tree-With-The-Name-She-Couldn't-Pronounce and dug her hands in a plush pile of snow to begin her first snowman, “Playing by myself is no fun.”

When her Mama had finally decided what her baby brother's name would be, Kagome wore the name on her tongue as if someone bet her she couldn't; Her Mama told her she was big now, bigger than she was yesterday, and even bigger than she was last week, and that meant Souta wanted to catch up. Kagome was excited to have a new friend, one that lived with her so he couldn't leave, one that'd be just like her Mama and Grandpa and like his big sister just the way she was.

Simply remembering that made Kagome extra cheerful, and she held her red mittens against her mouth to gleefully squeal into them.

Which made her miss the bright, blue light that suddenly shined out of the well house, and mistake her sudden shiver as a product of the cold.

Abruptly, a loud THUNK reverberated off of a branch overhead, making Kagome look up in time to see a large pile of snow headed for her. Yelp smothered, Kagome fell face first into her snow pile, so she let out an indignant cry when heaving herself up on her hands and knees.

“You there. What are you doing?” A voice called from up above. Following it, she spotted a boy, dressed in a blue haori and white hakama, with only a big fur around his shoulders like the models in magazines to keep him warm.

...Her Mama always said not to talk to strangers but, Kagome assumed that was just a rule for adults and kids bigger than her; Even though he was up higher, he was probably the same size as her. And the boy was much too pretty to be dangerous. In fact, Kagome thought he looked a little dainty, like one of the porcelain dolls they sold.

“...I'm playing.”

“Underneath the snow?” He cocked his head.

“I wasn't underneath it until you made it fall on me.” Kagome pointed out, standing up to dust her coat off while keeping her eyes on the boy, “Why are you in our tree?”

“My pet pushed this one into the Honekui no Ido.” He said, as if that explained everything.

“Which one?”

“This one.”

“This... you?”

“Yes. This one.”

“You talk funny.”

The boy glared at her, “As do you.”

“Just say 'me'.”

“Make 'me'.”

Kagome blinked, then stuffed her mittens against her mouth to hide her giggling.

“I just did!” She looked up at him triumphantly, and the boy in the tree looked at her in shock, making her laugh more.

Immediately, he jumped down, barely making an indent in the snow or noise in the air, making Kagome liking him to a snowflake himself with all his pretty, silver hair trailing behind him. Once he stood directly in front of her, Kagome saw he was a little taller than her. 'But, only a little', she thought, smiling on.

“What is your name?” He asked after growling.

“Higurashi, Kagome. What's yours?”

His eyes narrowed, “I am Sesshomaru. Prince Sesshomaru, of the West.” He spoke with all the authority his childish, scratchy voice could exude. Even those from other lands, maybe even stranger than this one knew the names of the Western Rule, so the Prince had little doubt that when he heard the name, she would remember herself.

Rarely did Sesshomaru feel the need to pull rank but, he felt a bit foolish at losing her game before even realizing there had been one to lose.

“That's too long, can I call you Sesshy?”

“You will do not such thing.”

“But it's too long!” Kagome whined, and he could smell the tang of oncoming tears even better in the crisp air.

“It is a fine name and you will cease before you insist at once.” He pressed, the growl in his chest growing louder in his ire.

“B-B-But-I c-can't say long things...” Kagome sniffled, and a low whimper escaped her before she was on her way to a tantrum. However, before her whine could escalate, Prince Sesshomaru put his hand over her mouth, and Kagome rapidly blinked her tears away to see again.

“You will say 'Sesshomaru-sama'."

“But-” Kagome began, stopped only by the look he gave her.

“No 'buts',” Sesshomaru sighed, rubbing at his chest to quell the burn inside from his growling, “I will teach you, simply cease.”

Hesitantly, Kagome nodded and Sesshomaru removed his hand, then gestured to the ground for them to sit; Kagome plopped down onto the snow while Sesshomaru gracefully swished his fur underneath himself.

“My name is simple in its beauty, and deadly in its design. Meant to strike a wonderful fear into the hearts of my enemies.” Prince Sesshomaru spoke highly of himself. He merely repeated what his parents had always told him but, he did so in such a way that the words became his own, just as he was taught.

“My Mama gave me my name. She said she saw a star on my chest when I was born.”

“A star?” The Prince blinked, something about such a thing sounded familiar, like something heard in passing the welcoming hall of his castle, something his parents spoke of with other adults. But, since he didn't recall strongly enough, it must have bore as much importance to him then as it did now.

“Yeah.” Kagome finished wiping her eyes and took the chance to really take in the boy's appearance. Big yellow eyes, like the moon sometimes, and even a pretty purple crescent on his forehead. While Kagome was sure her cheeks were nice and red due to the cold, his were without any hues or markings, and they looked soft, like dumplings! He really was pretty like a doll, no wonder he was Prince of a whole West!

“Are you Prince of our well, Se-Sess... Maru-sama?”

“No. To only reign over a well would be foolish.” Instead of sighing, Prince Sesshomaru raised a brow at her and asked sincerely, “Do the people here ask foolish questions so often?”

Kagome shrugged, “I dunno. I haven't met every person, Maru-sama.”

“Who have you met here?”

“My Mama... My Grampa... I'll meet my little brother soon... lots of other kids... lots of people that come to this shrine.”

Prince Sesshomaru eyed the shrine behind her. It was weak but, there was indeed a magical tingle about the place.

For the next few hours, this is how they continued. Prince Sesshomaru would correct her on his name, ask her questions about her realm, and decided to answer her silly ones for compensation.