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The nagging voice in her head was getting louder.
No really, there was a voice shouting obscenities at her from the inside of her head.
It had all started last night, when the gang had gotten word of a village on the brink of madness. Every person within a five mile radius was rude, angry, and sleep-deprived… or so they had been told.
In reality, the village was haunted. The hermit who’d lived on the hill had died last week, old age finally taking the crotchety man to the guilty relief of the rest of the village. But then the chaos had started.
One by one, villagers said and did things that were so out of character, and frankly quite rude and raunchy, that it roused suspicion, and a priest was called immediately.
Of course, the priest they happened to call was the raunchiest of all. And that’s why Kagome had accompanied Miroku to the village, to keep him out of trouble. That one decision turned out to be a mistake, because now Kagome was being haunted by that old hermit, and he’d liked her enough that he’d followed her home.
Possession, Miroku had called it.
Perversion was more like it though.
She couldn’t help but cringe at every crass joke or rude comment he whispered in her head, mortified at the ghost’s casual comments about how Kagome should show him her tits, or how she was a prude for not grabbing the nearest butt available.
But the worst thing, the absolutely most horrifying thing about this whole situation, was that this ghost was able to take over her body for short amounts of time. It only happened when she was particularly distracted or exhausted, but it was mortifying nonetheless. He’d made her catcall women, come onto men, and generally make a fool of herself. Hell, she’d woken up this morning plastered across a confused Inuyasha’s lap with her hands squarely on his…
Yeah, she never wanted to know just exactly the size of Inuyasha’s inheritance, but it wasn’t exactly a choice she’d made.
But it seemed that no matter how many chants, spells, or exorcisms they tried, the spirit of the gross old man was clinging onto her. He’d dug in his heels somehow, and it was making her life a living hell.
They’d stopped traveling for the night, a small ryokan on the side of the path offering a promise of food, shelter, and most importantly, a hot soak in the natural spring onsen behind it.
"Smells like foxes." A certain hanyou's grumpy voice chimed in, rolling his eyes at the way Shippou stood up straighter in excitement. "But don't get yer hopes up runt, I think it's just an inn, not a school. Can't smell too many other brats around, just other demons."
A youkai inn! They'd never stayed at one before, except for the kitsune schools where they'd been pranked at.
An innkeeper came out to welcome them, noting the presence of equal numbers of humans and youkai, and ended up allowing them entrance. Kagome sighed in relief when the group walked into the small tatami receiving room, feeling more relaxed despite the old man's voice in her head berating her every move. She did her best to ignore it as Inuyasha and Miroku paid for their room, everyone politely ignoring the suspicious nature of the innkeeper...as well as his kitsune tail.
Kagone supposed it was only natural for the owner to feel some nervousness, allowing in three humans, two of which happened to have holy auras. But money was money, she supposed, and they'd paid quite a bit for one of the larger rooms to accommodate all six of them, though Shippo and Kirara didn't actually take up that much space…
Her thoughts were interrupted by the innkeeper beckoning them towards a hallway, where he began walking them towards the nicer and larger rooms in the ryokan.
“All the rooms are soundproofed and scent blocked through the use of kitsune magics, able to dampen even those with the sharpest of senses…” The kitsune continued, playing up the inn’s benefits for the youkai clientele until they arrived at their own accommodations.
An odd pulse flared up from the room next to theirs as they passed by it, but no one else seemed to notice it besides Kagome. She paused in the shoji door frame, looking to that room on the left and holding her breath, a strange feeling of something important creeping up on her.
A short call from Shippo asking for help setting up his futon popped her concentration like a bubble, and she was back to herself. A short shake of her head and she passed through the door, helping her companions set up the futons and the privacy screens. Sango asked if she wanted to come to the onsen with her for a bath and a soak, but Kagome just shook her head and looked out to the gardens.
It was getting harder and harder to control the spirit possessing her as the night went on, the ghost of the old pervert seeming to get stronger over time. She didn’t have much time before the old codger well and truely took over her body full time. She needed a plan. She needed to think, without the noise of the boys in the background getting ready for bed.
Kagome slipped out the back shoji and onto the porch attached to their room overlooking the gardens. The moon was steadily creeping up and illuminating the zen gardens beyond, the still waters of the ponds, and the moon bridge further out. It was beautiful, peaceful, quiet…
“I thought I sensed you earlier, miko. What impertinence, for the owners to place my own half-brother and his group in the room next to mine.”
Kagome turned, wide-eyed, and saw Sesshomaru of all people, sitting on a pillow just beyond the door to his own room. He was sprawled out in the most dishabilled state she’d ever seen, wearing a dark blue sleeping yukata provided by the inn. It had slipped down somewhat, a long vee of pale skin peeking through the lapels of the robe.
And he was smoking a pipe.
Her brain fritzed out for a moment at the sight. It was all too surreal. And somewhat sexy, if she allowed herself to be truthful. Long past were the days when they were mortal enemies, trying to kill each other at first sight… but it was still weird. Too intimate.
And then she realized she was just staring at him, at the way he was laid out looking all perfectly undone. And his eyebrow was quirked up in that pompous tone of his.
The spirit inside her head was practically screaming sexual innuendos and urging her to go to him. Kagome was able to keep her mouth shut with extreme effort, but it left her body vulnerable instead. Against her will, one foot moved, and then another, shaky footfalls completely unlike her usual stance and walk.
“Miko?” Sesshomaru’s eyes narrowed as he put down his pipe, standing gracefully and examining her carefully. “There is something wrong.”
Her eyes were practically screaming at him for help, trying to convey somehow that it wasn’t her moving her body.
“I want you to fuck me Sesshomaru-sama...”
Oh my god that was her voice saying that!!! She could feel her lips moving without her conscious effort, which was terrifying. Her arms lifted to pull aside one shoulder of her miko robes down and off, exposing the cloth bindings across her breasts to the chilly night air.
Sesshomaru had gone deadly still in front of her, his eyes narrowed and trained onto her face...though she swore she saw them dip down for a fraction of a second quickly. He watched as she continued, until they were only breaths apart, and she was panicking as her body leaned in for a kiss.
Warm fingers grabbed her chin, turned her head sideways and she felt him scent the skin of her jawline. Her heartbeat fluttered just beneath her flesh, every molecule of her being trembling in heightened sensitivity. It was terrifying… exhilarating .
“You are possessed.” He pushed her away and watched her stumble to the side. Her body jolted forward involuntarily, her hand shaking as it skimmed along the soft fabric of his yukata, traveling up his thigh until his own caught it. Golden eyes bore down into her own, some sort of unknown heat simmering within them. He seemed to notice the way she mentally fought off the compulsion to do more, say more, and nodded his head with finality.
Sesshomaru dropped her hand and backed away gracefully.
"I could relieve you of this pesky poltergeist, but nothing in this life is truly free. How far are you willing to go in order to have your body back, I wonder…" He assessed her slowly, eyes roaming down her rumpled state, watching her shake with the effort of staying still. Something in his expression left her feeling embarrassed, the way he saw her at her most vulnerable with her hair wild and her clothes half shed.
"I am going to free you from this...infestation, Miko, but know that you owe me a boon. One I intend to collect forthrightly."
A bend of the waist, and the daiyoukai lord held Tensaiga aloft, the sword seeming out of place with his bedroom attire despite the regal air with which he held it. A slow pulse from the fang and the air around them stilled, bathed in a soft blue light as time seemed to stop.
Kagome turned her head in grotesque horror as she felt the sensation of slimy perverted hands crawling across her flesh, squeezing her as the transparent face of the old man leered at her from over her shoulder. Luckily, Sesshomaru seemed just as disgusted at the display as she was to experience it. Tensaiga came down through her body as if meeting no resistance at all, and with that one swing of his sword the feeling of creeping hands was gone. The old pervert let out a howl of frustration, and then poofed into nothingness, releasing his power over Kagome in an instant.
She stared, wide-eyed and dumbfounded, until a cool breeze across her midriff alerted Kagome to the fact that her shirt was still halfway off. The mad dash to right herself and stand back up left her feeling dizzy and off-kilter, swaying slightly right in front of Sesshomaru as he sheathed his sword and set it against the wall behind them.
She stood there expectantly, blushing and looking down slightly, only to peek back up. Despite being grown now, a woman in her own right, Kagome felt...thoroughly embarrassed. Dear god, she'd thrown herself at him half naked! Her best friend's brother, perfection in humanoid form… who hated humanity and thought of them as pathetic.
How was she ever going to live this down?
"In order to repay this favor, Miko, you will accompany me to the bathhouse. My vassal Jaken, useless imp that he is, has been delayed, along with the majority of my belongings meant for this trip. I find myself in need of a bathing attendant." Sesshomaru looked over her for a moment, lingering on her now-covered chest before meeting her flushed face. "You will do nicely."
"Hey, listen here buddy. You may have saved my life tonight…" she paused for a moment to blow a sigh out, "but that doesn't mean I just want to...to...replace one pervert for another! I can't just go around helping men bathe. You'd be naked!” Kagome crossed her arms and looked away, nervous energy coming out from the way she refused to meet his eyes.
Sesshomaru scoffed at her display and she felt herself wilt just the slightest bit.
"Foolish mortals and your modesty. Bathing is a necessity. I will do nothing unless you ask it of me."
He...only wanted her to help him bathe? Really? And it wasn't some insinuation? She eyed him for a long minute, his droll stare back at her filled with boredom as she silently debated in her mind.
One the one hand, he really had saved her. Without Sesshomaru’s help, she’d still be possessed by that gross old pervert right now. She owed him big time, and he really hadn’t asked for anything huge.
On the other hand, to be his bath attendant, they’d both be naked in the same space. Aside from the eternal embarrassment of Inuyasha’s brother potentially seeing her naked, there was also the fact that she would probably see him naked.
Her brain wasn’t willing to label that possibility as a pro or a con. Hell, her hormones were secretly wishing for that. She may be embarrassed, but she wasn’t blind.
She snapped back into focus as Sesshomaru turned on his heel and slid his room door open. His command of “You will meet me at the onsen once you gather your necessary supplies” was tossed over his shoulder right before he snapped the door shut behind him, leaving no room for argument.
What had she gotten herself into?
A scant few minutes later, Kagome found herself staring at the small curtain denoting that the onsen was indeed, gender neutral, with both kanji for man and woman on the checkered blue and red fabric. A deep breath in, and she pushed through, walking down a small slope into the shower area.
The floors and walls were formed out of the natural river stones, steam from the showers and the onsen beyond drifting in and obscuring anything farther than a few feet away. From what she could tell, there were four showering stations, each complete with the traditional small stool and bucket. Above each, what almost looked like a small showerhead carved out of bamboo let water stream out slowly, creating a low-pressure system of running water. It was the closest she’d ever seen to modern plumbing, and it left her astounded at the ingenuity.
Placing her shampoo and conditioner down, she dipped a finger into the stream of water, and gasped at the warm temperature. Maybe it was kitsune magic at work again? Either way, Kagome was just secretly doing a little happy dance at the thought of a warm shower and then an even warmer soak in the hot spring. This was the best thing that’d happened to her since she’d been trapped in the Feudal Era after Naraku’s defeat.
“You may bathe first while I select adequate supplies from the inn’s provided soaps.”
The dulcet tone of Sesshomaru’s amused voice had her spinning around and blushing at the awkwardness of being caught staring at a shower. She watched as he walked past, somewhat disappearing into the steam in a swirl of pale skin against midnight blue. The bulk of his hair whipped past her as he walked, the ends of some tendrils brushing along her skin in an unexpected motion. It was so soft, smooth as silk against the back of her hand, and then it was gone and so was he.
She stripped quickly, pulling the soft cloth yukata off her shoulders and sitting down on the stool under the warm sluice, clean heated water quickly drenching her hair. The sweet scents of honey and botanicals drifted up from her hand as she poured shampoo into it, eternally grateful that her mother had bought bulk hygiene products before she’d left her own time. She’d probably eventually be able to recreate this shampoo with feudal era ingredients since it was listed as “all natural” but she was a long way from that point.
Keeping her back to the daiyoukai, a natural predator, who was probably only a few feet away was a risk...but if he happened to glance over, at least he’d only see her naked seated back this way. She washed herself thoroughly, enjoying the way she felt cleaner and less tense beneath the water. It was soothing, like the stresses of the situation were lightened under the slow spray.
At least that was until she chanced a glance to the side and saw a certain youkai standing a few feet away. He wasn’t actively staring at her...but she felt the heat of his gaze nonetheless. It was...strangely not unwelcome. To be watched while bathing should feel unnerving, right? But all she felt was...exhilaration? Some sort of powerful feeling, that she had captured his gaze, at least once...
She would sort through that later. Too bad therapy hadn’t been invented yet.
And if she just happened to lean forward a little more than needed when fetching her towel, thus giving him an eyeful of (quite perky) sideboob? Well then, that was just between her and god.
She stood and turned, holding the small modesty towel that the ryokan had provided. It was just enough to cover the goods, and she flushed as she saw him give her a once over covertly. She followed behind him closely as he led her to the back of the room, letting him choose where to lead.
Sesshomaru had yet to strip off his yukata, and it clung to his skin delicately, a point for Kagome’s eyes to fix on as the steam got thicker towards the back of the room. He stopped as they came to the last shower in the room, untying his obi and folding the fabric delicately.
Kagome tried to keep her eyes from following that yukata downwards as he undressed, she really did. But as he pushed the cloth off of his skin, it was graceful, sensual even. First his shoulders, then to his waist… she counted those magenta stripes of color swirling across pale muscles as they were revealed. The lightest sheen of sweat and condensed steam on his lower back dripped a lazy trail all the way down to the vee above his buttocks.
Every single strip of his body was unblemished, covered in lean muscle that left him with an amazing physique. Powerful thigh muscles flexed as he stepped sideways, the curtain waterfall of his silver hair teasing her with glimpses of beautiful skin.
He was, as his name described...perfection.
And she was drooling. Or at least, she was drooling in her mind. In reality, Kagome was simply standing there, soaking in every inch of perfect flesh as he folded his yukata and placed it to the side. A slip of his hand behind his neck and suddenly the drape of his hair was over his shoulder, exposing the rest of his body to her eyes.
“I’ve, um, never been a bath attendant before. You’ll have to tell me what you need me to do.” The words slipped out of her mouth as she watched him lean into the heated water, watched the flow of each trail cascade down the span of his back and even further down to the tautly muscled cheeks below. You really could bounce a quarter off that, Kagome was sure of it…
Shit, he was staring at her over his shoulder, hooded eyes crinkled in a knowing way. One side of those cupid’s bow lips quirked upwards in the slightest grin, as if he could tell what she’d just been thinking.
“You will help me wash my hair, Miko.” Sesshomaru sat gracefully on the stool in front of her, and she carefully kept her eyes averted from anywhere too private. Luckily, she needed to turn around to grab the soap he’d selected earlier, and that kept her mind away from, well, him .
“You know, you should really call me Kagome now, after all this. I think I’ve earned it...and we’ve certainly become more acquainted now.” She couldn’t help but snicker quietly as she scrubbed his scalp, feeling the tension slowly ease out of his body. He almost seemed to lean into the way she scratched behind his ears and up to his temples as she worked the soap suds in. She’d never say it out loud, but in that moment, the Great Dog Lord seemed more like a cat than anything else.
The knuckle of her pinkie brushed against his ears, and she could practically feel him purring beneath her fingertips. She did it again, feeling the way he sighed in a rare expression of pleasure, before turning back to the task at hand. This was a lot of hair, and needed her full attention.
As she slowly began working the soap through the long strands, she was careful to keep her hands to herself, not wanting to accidentally molest Sesshomaru and get dismembered for it. He was still Sesshomaru for god sakes, the most dangerous being she’d probably ever known, or at the very least, the most dangerous being she’d ever been on friendly terms with.
He stood and rinsed under the water, and she bit her lip as he raised his arms to massage the suds away. She hoped he couldn’t tell that she was staring, how her eyes were tracing over every sculpted ridge and muscle. He turned a bit to rinse the ends of his hair and she got a brief glimpse of something protruding from just beyond his gorgeous thighs…
“Use that cloth to wash my back.” His voice broke through her blatant staring session and she quickly jolted to attention. Kagome grabbed the small cloth meant for washing the body, and then immediately realized that she’d need to drop her own towel to adequately wash the top of his back. He was so much taller than her, that she’d have to stretch to reach his neck and shoulders.
Facing forward toward the water, he couldn’t see her if she dropped the modesty towel, and, looking around quickly to confirm they were alone, she did just that. It felt even more compromising, to be fully in the nude with a drop dead gorgeous man right there in front of her, but it was also strangely freeing. Arousing even. She’d been daydreaming, staring at all of his beautiful body the whole time, and she could tell that she was soaked down there even after her shower.
Kagome bit her lip as she used the soap on the washcloth, and then tentatively brushed it across his back. She splayed her hand wide, running it in circles and seeming to almost do more groping than true cleansing. He was just so...tight. Every inch was pure muscle, cut and lean. If she was gonna clean it, might as well feel a little too, right?
“Harder.” His voice seemed….strained, like he had groaned out the word instead of just saying it.
She scrubbed deeper, leaning on her tiptoes until she could reach the very top of his shoulders, and began working the soap along his skin. Unfortunately, she made one vital mistake when calculating how to achieve this. She forgot how boob physics worked.
Her breasts had just smooshed up against the bare skin of his back.
Her -very erect- nipples had just scraped against Sesshomaru-sama, the Great Inuyoukai Lord.
Kagome could tell from the way he shuddered and stiffened, that he’d realized and felt it too. She stifled her own gasp at the sensation, gently pried herself off of him, and continued sudsing him up.
She idly traced along a stripe of magenta flesh as she worked, wondering what they meant and how they’d gotten there. Had he been born with them? They seemed to be a different texture than the rest of his skin, so they probably weren’t tattoos. She stroked the stripes up and down his back, daring to even wash the ones along his hips in a gentle caress.
A low rumbling growl from his chest slowly started, waking Kagome up from her thoughts, but not quickly enough it seemed.
Sesshomaru turned around in the blink of an eye and snatched her wrist away from him, pulling her through the stream of water and then closer to the wall they’d just been facing.
“Do you even know what you were doing just now, woman? Those are sensitive .”
Kagome could barely even hear him from the way all of the blood had rushed up to her face and was currently thundering in her ears. She gulped in a breath as she watched his eyes travel down the length of her body and back up, lingering along the swell of her breasts before he closed them. Sesshomaru looked like he was nearly in agony, a soft panting sound near her ear as he leaned in.
“You’ve taken liberties with my person, Kagome … does that mean that I may now take liberties with you ?” The way he whispered in her ear sent a shiver down her spine. She felt strangled for air, the way he backed her up against the cool river tile of the wall with just his encroaching presence. Her neck craned up as she stared at his eyes, the sclerae slightly pinkened in what she now understood as lust.
He leaned his forearms against the wall above them, creating a cage around her and making her feel positively, deliciously small and feminine in comparison. He was close enough to mingle breaths, silver hair cascading all around them like a magnificent waterfall of platinum.
“Or maybe I should just make you continue washing me, just as I am now. All of me .” Her eyes followed his own as he stared down at himself, at the proof of what she’d done to him.
God, he seemed massive.
Kagome’d never seen one this close of course, and never while it was...erect like this. But he must be above average, she thought, because even while he was leaning above her, elbows and forearms against the wall, it was still nearly long enough to touch her, hovering just this far away from the tense flesh of her belly.
She bit her lip, debating whether he was serious or not, before giving in and running the cloth over his skin tentatively starting at his pecs. He held her gaze for as long as she allowed, until her own eyes dipped down to his chest, The soft fabric caressed across his flesh, teased his nipples and ran through the fine silver hairs of his abdomen. She stopped at the long vee line beneath his belly button.
If she went further, it would be a clear invitation. Did she dare continue?
Looking up into his hooded eyes, she licked her lips and watched him track the movement. It was like he was under a spell, her spell, only...she was under it too. Her breaths met in time with his own harsh pants, seeming closer with every passing second.
She dropped the cloth and her hand grasped heated flesh.
It was like every inhibition went out the window. His lips met hers forcefully, his body crushed hers against his own, sandwiched between the freezing wall and his scorching skin. She could barely move her hand along his cock in this position, but he more than made up for it by rutting into her for friction.
A hand roamed along her flank, skimming down until it rested on her hip with a slight force. His knee slipped between hers, rocking against her body in a tantalizing rhythm, just barely teasing from the way it was rubbing. Her free hand ran up his abs and over his pecs, fingers gliding along flexing ridges and planes, until she could grasp onto his shoulder for stability.
He stole her breath with invading kisses, only breaking apart to allow her to breath and so he could hoist her up slightly and capture a pert nipple in one suckle. Kagome’s whole body seemed to clench tightly, simply holding on as his tongue swirled and laved across the small bud. The hand that’s been on his length just before was now wound through his hair as she held on tightly.
Sesshomaru’s hand on her hip left as he switched nipples, fingertips tweaking where’d he’d been sucking just seconds ago. She was trembling, aching as he tortured her with pleasure, not knowing how to relieve it.
His hand seemed to have an idea though.
From the moment his knuckles brushed against her drenched core, Kagome knew this was where she’d be losing her virginity. She was already ready for him, soaking and leaving a slick trail along his thigh, when all he’d really done was play with her tits. Her body was nearly ready to cum and he’d barely even touched her clit.
In a move she shouldn’t have been surprised at, Sesshomaru grasped both of her thighs and pulled her up higher. She circled her arms around his shoulders and plastered herself to him, lips meeting him again in a frenzy. Her hips clicked into his own like two pieces of a puzzle, the feeling of him hot and hard just underneath her cheeks.
His thighs may have kept them standing, but his pelvis seemed to twitch with every movement of her body, crushing her against the wall with stuttering hips. She broke away from the kiss, hair mussed and eyes wide, and stared at the great Lord of the Western Lands.
He looked like a mess. A hot, sexy, sweaty mess.
He’d never been more beautiful.
“I want you to fuck me Sesshomaru-sama...” It was eerily, the same thing she’d said before, when she was possessed.
This time the only spirit she wanted inside of her was an inuyoukai.
He lined up the shot, groaning against her neck as he pushed inside, and bit down just hard enough to bruise. Kagome wiggled against the intrusion, wincing as inch by agonizing inch kept coming, filling her up in places she didn’t even know existed. Pleasure on the edge of pain zinged along every nerve ending and she fought against the urge to tense up. God, how was it still going?
When he finally bottomed out, she let out a sigh of relief and laid her forehead on his shoulder, listening to the light huff of his chuckle against her hair.
“Touch yourself,” each syllable tickled against the baby hair tendrils framing her hairline, “It’ll feel better if you touch it, Kagome .” She shivered at the way he said her name, and complied, sneaking a hand down between them and hesitantly exploring where they were joined.
It was… odd, feeling someone else within her, feeling that hard cock moving in her as she touched herself. It was completely different from the way she usually touched herself. Light circles against her hood, soft pressure along the sides, nothing seemed to work with the pace Sesshomaru was working up to.
She needed more, wanted more, stroked faster and pressed harder as he drove himself into her in a brutal speed. Her abdomen was tensing up, clenching thighs trembling in anticipation of the release she knew was just around the corner. Sesshomaru was making a small series of gasps and groans into the crown of her head, the sound of their bodies joing making lewd slapping noises on each thrust.
Knuckles and brain both went white as Kagome fell over the edge in a gasping, clutching fall. The push and pull of her hips rode out seemingly neverending spasms and aftershocks, a broken cry of Sesshomaru’s name escaping in a breathy pant.
His hips seemed to stutter at the sound, pushing in one last time and Kagome felt a distinct warmth and an odd stretching feeling. She may have not known a lot about sex but there was one thing she knew for certain, there’s shouldn’t be anything stretching down there. That was...not normal.
“S-Sesshomaru?” She wiggled her hips and realized she couldn’t pull away from him “What’s going on?” Her fingers explored where he was inside of her, feeling a massively swollen base just inside.
“I have tied with you. We are stuck.” His hips twitched with every move she made, and he made a particular strangled groan when she clenched down around him. Kagome was sure she felt an actual gush at that, and blushed at the implication.
“You mean we’re stuck here? Together? And you thought that was a good idea in a public bathhouse?”
“It was not...I did not plan for that to happen.”
There was a charming blush high on his cheekbones and the tips of his ears, as if the great Sesshomaru-sama himself was in fact, embarrassed , at his lack of control.
“But now what? What if someone comes in?”
Unfortunately, those happened to be the magic words that brought someone’s footsteps echoing down the hallway toward the onsen.
“Kagome?” A familiar voice drifted up through the steam from the entrance, making her gasp in alarm. “I can smell you in here, where are you doing out this late… WHAT THE FUCK?!” She completely hid herself under the fall of Sesshomaru’s hair in absolute mortification as Inuyasha continued sputtering out obscenities.
“You may have received the sword, Inuyasha, but now it appears I have the sheath…”
Sesshomaru’s rare laughter echoing through the room was accompanied by Kagome’s slap of a facepalm and Inuyasha’s body fainting to the floor in shock. It appeared that she had, indeed, traded one pervert for another in the end.