Wheeeeee….Crossover time, folks! Mostly because I need things to write and my phone happens to have many unfinished plots and things stored on it. Which I am now dredging up and completely ignoring my other fics in favor of starting. Because that's just what I do, damnit.

But heeeeyy, come along for the ride?

Onwards!

Summary:

Sesshoumaru finds his pack-mate Kagome in the present and decides that she will never be vulnerable again. The logical choice? Ship her off to America to be trained by a descendent of a hawk youkai and his mate in the art of assassination. Joke's on you, Sesshoumaru- you weren't expecting Gods to attack New York and enslave her trainer's mind. Now she's got to get him back- by any means possible. Because as much of a bastard as he is, he is pack. Gods damn it.

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Rain pattered down against the soft grey concrete, droplets rebounding from the sheer force of the gravity propelling it. The surrounding greenery likewise appeared a mournful shade of charcoal thanks to the mottled grey and black sky above.

Few figures briskly made their way through the torrent, even fewer at a pace less than a slow jog. Only one seemed to be unconcerned about the weather- a raven haired young woman with a pastel blue umbrella shielding her from the majority of the watery onslaught.

Kagome Higurashi seemed almost unaware of the fact that it was raining- rather, she was almost entirely focused on the handful of textbooks cradled to her chest and the other several tucked away neatly in her dark brown messenger bag. Her gumboots swished through the deceptively shallow puddles, her formfitting jeans only slightly damp from the water being flicked up the backs of her thighs, and her rain-jacket keeping the rest of the moisture from fully penetrating her small bubble of warmth.

The young woman's thoughts were tranquil- the sound of the rain around her was soothing. In all honesty, ever since returning from the past and the well sealing itself, the rain had become something of a fond memory. Every time it rained, she could recall any number of brief moments that she still clung to. She and Sango tending a fire beneath a thick canopy of trees, the occasional drop of rainwater managing to fall down onto someone's head. Of nights spent in shallow caves with the members of their little mismatched group, usually huddled together in a mess of hair, furs and blankets.

Kagome had long since come to accept the fact that there was no way back to those days. It had taken a while, but now she could smile whenever she remembered her friends of the past. Her miko abilities were still within her, but the times that she needed them were in the past now as well. The same said for any of her weapons training- archery in particular was something that she couldn't find a use for, but she did manage to fit time into her schedule to practice anyway. Despite her lack of skill compared to Kikyo, Kagome liked to think she could at least hit something every time she loosed an arrow. It was a far gain in skill compared to the first days when she barely knew how to hold a bow, let alone loose an arrow.

Since returning to her own time, Kagome had turned to her studies as a way to cope with the sudden loss of everyone she had known. Even the ever stoic and cool Sesshoumaru was considered among the many people and youkai she knew. Despite his initial distaste and- dare she say it- disgust- at her presence among the humans and halflings, the inu-youkai had come to consider the woman as a part of his pack. After all, Inuyasha was still pack, even after the many offenses he'd committed against his family. Apparently, given Inuyasha's attempts at "courting" in the beginning of their long and later platonic relationship, this somehow meant that she had become something of a sister to the inu-youkai's House.

If she had known sooner than that final battle, perhaps she could have thanked Sesshoumaru for his kindness and willingness to bring her into his pack, despite her human heritage.

But there was none of that. Now, Kagome was beginning university studies, hoping to attain her goal of a history professor. Hence the many textbooks she was bringing home to the shrine. Her only class of the day had let out early so that the students would be able to collect reading material for the paper that would be due in several weeks. The topics were of the students choice, so it would provide some variety to a paper that could easily grow monotonous to read twenty times over as the professor.

Glancing both ways down the street, the raven haired woman crossed and began her easy trek up the stairs to the shrine. Currently, she was the only one tending to the place- the rest of her family had taken a trip to visit a family friend for a couple of weeks, and given that Kagome was still in the first couple of months of her semester, she had decided that it would be for the best if she remained behind to focus on her schooling.

If only I had thought that way back then. She thought in amusement as she unlocked the shrine gate, slipping into the courtyard and closing the large door behind her. Maybe I could have finished school a year early and stayed in the past.

She couldn't help the snort of laughter that snuck past her lips at that particular thought. In a perfect world, perhaps that would have been the case. But at the time, she had been young and much more impulsive than she was now. She was tempered by experience and memories of a war that had occurred in history hundreds of years ago but only happened to her a handful ago.

The front door was welcoming as she reached it, and as she pulled out the house key she heard the mournful mewl of Buyo from just inside the door. The silly creature was quite insistent that he be let outside, but Kagome knew as soon as he saw the weather he would be changing his tune.

Sure enough, the moment the door opened Buyo took off in the opposite direction of the outdoors, making a beeline for the couch.

"I know you better than you think, silly cat." She called after him, folding up her umbrella and shaking it just outside the door before hanging it on the provided stand. Peeling off her gumboots with an experienced twist of her ankle, she continued to the kitchen, unloading the textbooks onto the table before pulling off her jacket and returning to the entryway to hang it up next to the umbrella. On her return back to the kitchen, however, there was a startled hiss from the living room, followed by Buyo's poofed up form as the cat raced in the opposite direction of whatever had startled him.

Almost immediately after, the hair on the back of the young woman's neck prickled.

Not a good sign.

Now wary, Kagome slowly moved back towards the hall, where her bow had been hung. It was an ornament now, considering it was from the past and that she had since upgraded to a modern age bow, but at the moment it was her best shot.

She inhaled quietly- exhaled. Her ears were straining for any sound that would signal an intruder, but there was nothing. Rather than reassure her, it only made her worry grow.

Then-

The slightest shift of a foot against the carpet.

She lunged for the bow, grabbing it and whirling into a defensive position.

No one had been behind her.

"If I had been trying, you would be dead, miko."

Kagome's mouth parted at the monotone words, spoken softly from right behind her left ear. As if they were some kind of trigger, the raven haired woman realized that a deadly sharp claw was pressed against the side of her neck, and that the faintest scent of cherry blossom hung in the air.

She swallowed heavily, barely daring to believe it, before she blinked and slowly turned, meeting the intruder's molten gold gaze.

"Sesshoumaru-sama." She whispered.