Invisible Partner by pulsing soul

Invisible Partner 1

Invisible Partner

Chapter 1

Because I have failed to update in months, and because I am profusely sorry I now decided to give my readers a complete, fluffy and beautiful story. May you forgive me for not updating for so long!

Kagome walked into the empty clearing a determined look set upon her beautiful features. Her sapphire eyes darted through the open field, her knuckles turning white from the heavy burden she was clutching.

A sword.

Yes, one would never guess that it was the sweet innocent little Kagome, who now walked out of camp in the middle of the night, just to take out a very , very , heavy sword, which she had had to hide from Inuyasha for what seemed like eternity, and for what?

No, she knew very well for what. The kiss Inuyasha had shared with Kikyo kept plaguing her mind ever since she had witnessed it, and the fact that Kikyo had so daringly tried to kill her, was an even fresher memory. Inuyasha hadn't been there, he wasn't there to protect her, but she truly doubted that if he had been there he would have protected here.

Thus, fellow readers, the sword.

She had talked Totousai into making her one, and the old man had forged what she considered the most deadly blade ever made. Even Tessaiga and Tenseiga did not compare to it, not even Toukijin, although it was very much like Sesshoumaru.

Deadly through it's perfection, through it's beauty. The hilt was designed so that two stones could perfectly fit in it. "Which stones?" She had asked Totousai.

"The stones of soul mates." He had calmly answered.

Soul mates , still the words were meaningless to her. Inuyasha wasn't her soul mate, he was . . . as much as she disliked to say it, nothing more than a friend. After the incident with Kikyo she had come to the conclusion, that in many ways, Inuyasha was just a child. A boy who had never had the chance to actually grow. And now he was trying to make up for that. But she didn't desire the love of a boy anymore.

No, she didn't want to think if his feelings were true, if a relationship with her was something he wanted or just something he needed.

No, she was too tired of that, she wanted security and love.

But in order to get that she needed to stay alive first.

Smiling dejectedly she walked forward.

"Well here we go Kagome."

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He was sweating. He hated sweating. He hated anything related to foul stenches.

But on the other hand, he needed to relieve stress, and to do that he had two fucking options: bedding a woman, or training. He didn't like the way women tended to cling to him, so he ended up in his dojo, training, and in conclusion sweating.

He didn't like this one bit, the fact he hated most, being that all were too afraid to even train with him! Well, usually he ended up hitting each and every one of his training partners, well, beating to a pulp was better way to put it.

He hated it. He cursed it. He cursed himself. He was raised to be perfect , and every moment he spent being perfect delivered painful blows to him. He had lost his mother because of his duty, he had lost his little brother because of the pride which he had to have, he only wondered how much more it would take, until he lost himself.

When he was a child he liked to play with his mother, that is until his father made him train, train with the best, giving him Tenseiga, only in order to make him survive his trainings. He was supposed to be the best, and in order to be the best you had to be ruthless. What shocked him most was that the day his mother died, the day Inuyasha and his mother came, he was left alone, he didn't see them, he only saw the dojo, the training ground, and his room. Even the garden he considered his sanctuary had lost it's sparkle.

He remembered the little silver haired boy, with doggy ears on his head, coming to him, looking up to him, and he remembered how he never allowed himself to say something. He was there for Inuyasha, whenever he needed him, his presence he got, but never his soul.

His father though had ruined it all. He never saw his son being squashed by the burden he put up on his shoulders, he never knew what he would cause . . . Inuyasha's mother had betrayed them, and for that she had to die. Would he have had more emotions, the battle against his instincts would have been harder, but like that, he knew, there was only one way. Her death.

He had lost his brother, even now when they fought for the Tessaiga, it was only to see him, to see he was alive, to see that even though all the hate he harbored against him, he was relieved to see his little brother was well. Well, as relieved as one could be when the little pest was flinging a sword around.

Now back to his training.

Forward, skip, jump, bend, sword to the left and...

He met another blade.

~^~

This was it. No turning back now.

She raised the sword above her head, and giving one push, in one rush of power, her thoughts flying to her family, he friends, her adopted kitsune son, to all the people who needed her alive, she swung the sword, but she never expected to meet another one.

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"What the hell?!" She cursed under her breath, Sesshoumaru instantly picking the words up. 'A girls voice' he realized, taking his blade back. But why couldn't he see her? He smelled her, the scent of wild flowers and fruit and clear sea water hitting his nose, enveloping him, welcoming him, he felt her presence, felt her inner turmoil, and yet he could not see her.

She knew he was there, she didn't know how, she didn't know who exactly he was, why she felt him, his seducing power, but she knew he was just as shocked as she was at the fact that they couldn't see each other.

"Who are you?" She whispered, her voice teasing his ears like a sweet melody .

"The question is, who are you?" He asked her coldly, his voice leaving no room for any argument about who would respond first.

"You know, I asked you first. " She retorted angrily.

He pushed back her sword with ease, knocking her to the ground.

"Auch!!! You big jerk!" She cursed mildly under her breath to his utter shock and amusement.

"You don't really know how to wield that sword do you?" He asked her, his smirk evident in his tone of voice.

"You don't know anything about manners either!" She snapped at him.

She felt a cold blade press to her neck, but she was too freaking tired of situations like this to even care.

Her sword instantly answered her call, flying into her hand but before she could even raise it her blade met the familiar pressure of her opponent.

And thus the nightly training sessions began, just like the friendship of two most unlikely partners.

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