Hey guys, so this is my first fanfic! I hope you enjoy!

Kagome walked silently back to Edo. It has been seven years since she saw everyone, she almost couldn't contain her excitement! She planned on coming back in half of that time, but she discovered during her training that she would required much more time to control her powers, and she still struggled with them. She currently wore a priestess kimono that she had modified so she could take it off easily. Her fighting suit beneath it, much like a demon slayer's, for the occasion of a confrontation. A sheathed katana adorning one side of her waist. Her beaten up yellow backpack filled with everything she owned weighed on her shoulders. Her bow and quiver rightly in place with her long and thick french braid swaying behind her knees.

Kagome was still debating with herself whether or not she'll reside on the village. She wanted to be close to Shippo, but some things couldn't be helped, she needed more control to be able to do so. Twilight began to creep over the late afternoon and she decided to camp for the night. There was another hour of walking to do and she'd have to camp far away anyway. She kneeled and put her hand on the ground, sending a slight pulse of reiki to in search of a hot spring. She found one, and gladly walked towards the forest in its direction.

When she reached the springs she noticed it had a natural wall separating the water into two pools, one smaller than the other. It was quite the pretty sight actually, almost as if it was two private natural bathtubs. She sent another pulse of reiki through the air around her and scared away a few low youkais. She had gotten much better at using her powers for things like this, it was almost like an instinct. After the defeat of Naraku, she refused to need any help to make a difference. She wouldn't listen to people saying she was useless anymore. She had found the time and will to make herself stronger, both in her home and here.

After she felt the area was safe, she prepared her camp before walking to the springs. Leaving her bathing apparel on a rock, and her bow close, she entered the water.

"Aah, this is heaven." She sighed to herself. The temple where she trained did have hot springs, but there was also a waterfall that was quite cold. They were required to bathe under the falls every once in a while to create endurance and train the body for 'uncomfortable' temperatures. Needless to say, those baths were as short as they could be. After feeling her sore body relax under the hot water, she grabbed her handmade soap and began to wash. It wasn't as perfumed as the industrial ones, but she did a very good job with what she had. After cleaning her body, she undid her braid and let loose her hair so she could wash it with her also handmade shampoo. Her usual bangs were long gone and her hair reached behind her knees. She liked not having bangs, having a french braid allowed her hair to stay out of her face, and the look suited her. After thoroughly washing her hair, she dunked to get the shampoo off, and when she resurfaced she immediately felt it. The presence made her stop, she so wasn't ready for this in her current state. But nonetheless, she looked at her campsite.

Sesshomaru was headed towards Edo for his monthly visit. He had brought Rin another set of Kimonos and supplies, she was in a growth spurt that started a few months back and he had to bring her bigger Kimonos almost every time he visited. Not that he minded, seeing how healthy she was from a good nutrition and the happiness she felt when seeing him made him smile. Internally of course. Jaken had started squawking on Ah-Un's back and it began to irritate Sesshomaru. He was about to tell him to shut up when it hit them. Ah-Un's heads sighed slightly, and Jaken shut his beak and visibly relaxed on top of the dragon. Sesshomaru stopped mid-air, absent-mindedly telling Ah-Un and Jaken to go ahead, not noticing their reaction as he was entranced on his own. He was relaxed. Sesshomaru didn't relax outside his own springs. He could feel satisfaction and warmth that was not his. Not knowing what was causing this, he thought of his beast.

Are you doing this?

No. Find the source.

His beast was also very intrigued by the feeling. Sesshomaru hid his presence and began searching the land. What for, he didn't know. As he came closer to the ground, he smelled a minty scent and decided to land and follow it. As he got closer, he smelled something familiar, flower sweet with a touch of citrus, the combination of that with the mint was quite pleasant. He continued walking and his curiosity grew with every step as the relaxed feeling grew stronger. That's when he saw her.

The young woman was washing her hair, brushing her long locks with her small hands to spread the foam. He was transfixed, her face showed her relaxation and delight, and then he realised it was her aura he was feeling. Only… auras didn't do what hers was doing. He watched her dunk and leave the foam from the soap behind, and he made his presence known. He'd get answers, he was beyond intrigued. He watched as the girl resurfaced and immediately stiffened, taking away the relaxation, not that he noticed. She covered her intimate areas with her long, raven hair, her blue eyes on him. For some reason, he felt like he knew that girl. Her scent was familiar but her aura... She even resembled the hanyou's Miko-

"Sesshomaru?" She called him out, interrupting his thoughts. Her voice was softer but he still recognized it as the miko's. And yet this aura. He never felt anything like it. "Sesshomaru?!" She exclaimed as he approached her. He hardly took notice of her nude state as he was intrigued to the core about her powers. She dunked the rest of her body up to the neck and hid behind the rock on the edge of the springs.

"Who are you." He demanded, he needed to know. He narrowed his eyes as she gave a nervous chuckle.

"What do you mean who am I? I cannot believe you've forgotten about me!" She responded to him, feeling obviously hurt he didn't remember her. But he was convinced it couldn't be the Miko, even now that he inspected her closely. Her features were sharper, her body curvier and her muscles were lightly toned. He took a step closer and eyed her dangerously.

"This Sesshomaru will not ask again." He demanded an answer.

"It's me, Kagome. The priestess who defeated Naraku and wished the jewel away. The one you tried to kill a couple of times. There, happy?" His intimidation didn't seem to affect her, he couldn't smell fear. "I would love to catch up, but the smell of your arousal is making my situation more uncomfortable... if that is even possible." Her cheeks reddened deeper with this statement, but she didn't lower her eyes. Those blue orbs held a hint of shy amusement as his golden ones widened. I am pretty sure I'll regret saying that. Kagome thought bitterly.

Immediately he turned and walked to the other side of the spring, the wall taking her away from view. He hadn't noticed he became aroused, in fact, he wasn't paying attention to his own reactions at all, which left him disturbed and displeased. And the fact that she could smell it left him even more intrigued. It was something that only youkai could smell. She claimed to be the Miko, but she was … different. He was almost drawn to her, it was as if something was pulling him towards her. And he hated it. He needed to know who and what she was and move on. He was distracted. It wasn't like him to lose control over his own reactions like this. Especially with a human priestess. He regained his control and waited for the woman, listening to the shuffle of fabric and steps here and there.

"I'm properly dressed." She called, and he walked over to her, determination and curiosity moving him.

"You can't be the half-breed's Miko, even if you resemble her, your aura and presence are different ." He stated.

Kagome glared at him. Did he just accuse her of lying? She knew she had to be cautious around Sesshomaru, but he was starting to test her patience. He also didn't scare her anymore, she'd hold her ground.

"I'm not lying about who I am." She responded, the hint of annoyance clear in her voice. She reached for her hairbrush and began to brush her long wavy locks before tying it back with a hairband. "My aura is different because I've spent seven years training at the western temple to expand my powers." His eyes narrowed at her.

"Last time this One saw the Miko was during the previous spring." He was getting angry, he knew it was a lie, even if he couldn't smell or see any indication of deceit on her. Admitting that she told the truth would mean that he had lost his mind. He flashed to her, his hands reaching for her neck with a threat ready on the tip of his tongue, but his claws met only air. He snapped his head in her direction. The wench dodged me?! He did not like this human woman.

"Are you making shit up so you have an excuse to kill me?!" She glared at him, exasperated that he truly didn't believe her. Next thing she knew she was dodging a green whip. The tree behind her gave a loud 'crack' as its trunk broke into pieces and fell to the side. "Sesshomaru listen to me!" She didn't want to fight him, she didn't want to hurt him because of Rin. All she had done was relax, for once stop concentrating on keeping her aura to herself. Stupid aura. I really need to fix it before it gets me killed. I've got to calm him-

"You lied to this One and expects him to listen?" He interrupted her thoughts by whipping at her again, but she no longer was where he aimed. He was more than convinced this couldn't be Inuyasha's Miko. He stopped suddenly when he felt a calming wave roll over his body. His rage was suppressed under it and he hesitated before attacking again. Kagome took her chance. She charged at him, using her Reiki to throw herself on him with enough force to make him hit the ground on his back. Her reiki binds holding the now furious red-eyed daiyoukai to the ground. She cradled on his armor just below the spikes and began chanting.

From mind to mind

My memories through your sight

When our fates intertwined

I will share what is mine

Sesshomaru stood still as she chanted the words over and over, his body unresponsive as he began to drift away from reality. Once her voice went silent, he felt her lips lightly touch his. And as if her touch was a switch, images flooded his sight. He watched every encounter they had through her eyes. From the retrieval of Tessaiga to the last time he saw her on the village and the encounter they were having now, up until the moment she touched his lips. What seemed an eternity, lasted only a few seconds. When he blinked and saw reality again, she was already off of him.

"Do you believe me now?" She whispered, panting slightly, a few feet away. That damn spell always took a toll on her. She had to relive everything within those memories or let the receiver feel it. She did not want him to know how she felt right now. She knew why he became aroused and it wasn't exactly his fault. And to top it off she had used an absurd amount of Reiki to be able to hold him down since she didn't know how much she would need to be able to do so, she used everything she got. As she calmed her heart from the swirl of old emotions on her mind, she saw him getting up. His eyes, back to their molten gold intensity, fell upon her. She knew that, if he wasn't convinced, she would die right there. She barely had the energy to walk, let alone dodge any attack or create a barrier.

"How." He demanded, his voice was way deeper than before, sending shivers down her spine. She tried taking a step but her legs gave up and she hit her knees on the hard dirt. She shifted to sit on her butt and faced him, hoping he would at least let her rest.

"It's a spell, but I need to rest. Can I explain after I do so?" She asked, not being able to raise her voice above a whisper. She really didn't like using spells that messed with memories and such, the cost was high. She watched him, unsure of how this would turn out. But surprisingly…

"Hn." And then he walked to the edge of the camp and perched himself on a tree. His eyes glued on her.

Kagome tried standing, her wobbly legs not exactly helping her. Once she stood and gained confidence, she dusted her clothes and began to pick up her supplies so she could put them away. Slowly but surely.

"Miko." Sesshomaru called, he had watched how she would stop and close her eyes tight every ten seconds. Her body reeked of fear. Kagome sighed internally.

"Yes?" She whispered and turned to look at him. If he wanted to talk, he would have to settle with her whispering. She felt her arms begin to weigh and the fight to keep conscious was getting harder. The emotions from her memory were helping her mind stay alert, but they would soon fade.

"Why is it that this Sesshomaru smells fear on you now?" He seemed genuinely curious. Or maybe just offended she wasn't scared of him earlier.

"That is because I only gave you the visual part of my memories. The remaining sensory parts - smell, touch, feelings - I kept to myself. I'm just conscious because of said fear." She informed him, leaving her supplies next to her backpack and, with difficulty, taking her sleeping bag out. Before settling in, she tried scanning the area again, just in case.

She didn't know Sesshomaru's intentions, therefore she couldn't count on his protection. She could only go forth a couple inches before her reiki ran out of energy. With a heavy sigh, she entered her sleeping back and passed out almost immediately. She had to trust him, she had no other choice.

He watched her trying to scan the place again, her exhaustion was quite clear. He would wait and get the answers he wanted from her. No human had ever matched his speed before or was able to tackle him down in the manner she did. Also, it didn't make any sense to him why would she lie about being away for longer than she has. She had the same attitude, looks (even if matured), scent and memories as Inuyasha's Miko. The only indication she might be telling the truth is the length of her hair and her aura. Her aura was quite powerful and had overwhelmed him almost instantly, making him feel her relaxation and tranquillity as if it was his own. It took him a while to know that what he was feeling was an aura. He gazed upon the forest, looking at nothing in particular. The images she shared with him were quite interesting, as some of them, he knew, never happened. Thinking about those, in particular, made him lick his lips.