Jul 20, 2020
For Sesskag week day 1: crime
This was a brain child of late night ramblings with @drosselmeyerwrites. Detective Sesshoumaru working along side his new rookie partner, Kagome Higurashi. Oh, the trouble they’ll get in to.
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For Sesskag week day 1: crime
This was a brain child of late night ramblings with @drosselmeyerwrites. Detective Sesshoumaru working along side his new rookie partner, Kagome Higurashi. Oh, the trouble they’ll get in to.
Dokuga - A Sesshoumaru and Kagome Fansite
Just Friends by Omnicurls
It all began with some mischief and petty thievery. A story told in snapshots around the seven prompts for SessKag Week 2020. Day 1: Crime
Rating: T - Universe: Alternate - Status: Incomplete - Category: Chapter Stories - Genre: Friendship, Humor, Romance
Drag To Die For
For SessKag Week 2020 Day 1: Crime - Whodunit / Yakuza / Heist
This Fic touches on some sensitive subjects like suicide, and treatment that members of the LGBTQ community may face.
It’s something that I’ve wanted to write for a long time. I felt like this would be the perfect opportunity for inclusion.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor imply ownership of “Cover Girl” by RuPaul, The name Princess Pickles, nor any Inuyasha characters.
“I will not tell you again, Kagura. I am not interested in hanging out.” He scratched the stubble that had already begun to grow on the side of his face.
“C’mon Sesshomaru, it’s just a drink.” She hung off the door frame, sheer red dressing gown hanging loosely off her cinched torso. “It’s too depressing to drink alone.” She added with a pout, “We are friends, right?”
Throwing his suit jacket over his arm, Sesshomaru huffed, “Indeed.”
The small apartment felt cold with a draft coming in from the night lit balcony. Kagura gracefully kneeled down, tucking her legs underneath as she threw back the contents of whatever it was she was drinking that day.
“You drink on the regular, however tonight seems special.” Sesshomaru murmured after his third beer. “What happened?”
Kagura shrugged one lean broad shoulder, “A friend died.” She laughed a hollow sound, “Mmurdered. No onnne caresss when a drag queen diiies, essspec-ially not in draag!” She didn’t say any more after that, and he didn’t ask.
Kagura passed out on her very red very fluffy couch.
Sesshomaru took the bottle from her hand and sat it on the counter beside a matchstick box.
He let himself out, only to discover her body on the pavement outside the complex at four A.M. the next morning.
Continue reading on AO3 or Dokuga! <3
Dokuga - A Sesshoumaru and Kagome Fansite
The Dungeon Master by Discord
Seeking his abducted ward, Sesshoumaru is drawn into a game of Dungeons & Dragons by Kagome. Each chapter is a prompt from SessKag Week 2020.
Rating: T - Universe: Canon - Status: Incomplete - Category: Chapter Stories - Genre: Friendship, Romance
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Kagome infiltrates Yakuza leader Sesshomaru-sama's home to steal a priceless artifact.
Rated G
Dokuga - A Sesshoumaru and Kagome Fansite
For Heirlooms and Honor by cakeiton
Concealing his identity, Sesshoumaru travels around the world in a chase for his family's heirlooms and revenge against those who have betrayed him.
Rating: M - Universe: Alternate - Status: Incomplete - Category: Chapter Stories - Genre: Action, Angst, Drama, Romance
Chapter 5 written for SessKag Week 2020 Day 1!
Sesskag Week 2020 | Day 1: Crime
He-who-annoyed-her
Sesskag
a/n: If you accuse me of writing a wannabe BNA au, then I mean...youre not wrong but way to call me out lol
Kagome took a deep breath when she woke up. The unfamiliar room and the unfamiliar sounds of a city that wasn't her own caused her to pause and bite her lip. Sitting up was a disorienting affair. It felt as though the air hammered against her from every side, and it took every second of her waking to try and just focus on herself and the action of sitting up in bed.
"You're focusing too hard on the wrong things," the low voice from the other side of her door huffed, slightly muffled. "Just breathe. Let everything flow around you."
She growled and grit out, "I'm not in the mood."
There was no reply and she welcomed the silence.
That man on the other side of the door infuriated her. If she could even call him a man for that matter. That male. She groaned and rested her forehead against her palms, wishing she was anywhere else but here.
Still...she wondered how solid his advice was, he who annoyed her. Taking a few stabilizing breaths, she focused on the sounds and shifted pass the sensations—like strokes through water. Gradually and painstakingly slow, the overstimulation eased away. The bombardment that had assaulted her mind, all those irritants that she couldn't quite name, finally petered off. Taking a breath of relief, she slid her legs off the bed and dressed for the day.
Opening her door, the back side of he-who-annoyed-her faced her from across the room. His head was bent down and yet his posture was impeccable as always. The shorts strands of his hair tampered back along the base of his head, stopping just above the nape of his neck—pointed ears displayed quite clearly. The rest of him was hidden away behind an ever-pristine white coat, a red t-shirt, and jeans. He looked so clean cut, Kagome was almost grateful he wasn't wearing a stereotypical PI outfit of trench coat and suit.
"You are in less distress." His tone never wavered and it never reached anything other than a disinterested monotone.
"Thanks for the advice," she muttered.
"Hn." He shut the book he'd been occupying and returned it to the shelf in front of him. "You'll find no shortage of youki, jaki, and miasma in this city. For as long as you stay here, a natural ability to ignore it is apparently imperative for your daily functions."
Kagome bit her lip and nodded, despite the sharp pang of pride stinging and making her want to snap and tell him she knew exactly how to block out things that weren't her reiki—she knew he was just trying to help. In fact helping was all the man, male demon she corrected herself, had done.
He turned around so that the bright glitter of his gilded eyes, and the stark contrast of crescent moon and magenta stripes on full display. This was Private Investigator Sesshomaru. Current landlord of her loft (which was actually a rooftop janitor's closet in his study) and interestingly enough her savior.
He stared listlessly at his nails. "I've recorded and analyzed the scents at the site where you were found. Based on the olfactory trails that were left behind, you were kidnapped and dragged here by a centipede demon."
"Centipede demon?" Kagome echoed with an owlish blink.
He flicked his gaze up with an unamused expression and didn't repeat himself.
There was a pause as Kagome messed absentmindedly with her bangs. Three days ago she woke up in one of the most dangerous places a girl like her, a miko to be exact, could be. Shikon City. A city with a 100% population of demons or those of direct demon descent. Not knowing where she was or how she was there, she suddenly woke—her body ablaze and overreacting to the completely untamed demonic energy that saturated the metropolis. And in her loss of control that was when he-who-annoyed-her found her, knocked her out, and took her to his home. Because there was one teeny tiny problem about Shikon city, unless you were an official or extremely and brazenly overpowered, the barrier surrounding the town neither let things in or let them out. So obviously the PI had questions. Questions she couldn't answer.
What's your name?
"Kagome Higurashi."
Occupation?
"I'm a highschool student—although I just applied for my first year at Tokyo university."
You realize demons cannot leave this area, correct?
"W...what do you mean demons? We're in Meguro...aren't we?"
You're human.
"Um. Aren't you?"
"Thanks to your scent being eradicated by your reiki outburst a few days ago, I can neither confirm nor deny that you are actually from outside the barrier," Sesshomaru clenched his hand. "However your little stunt did not vanquish the smells on the surrounding ground and further behind you. Congratulations Ms. Higurashi, you may be able to process out of here in less than a month if what you claim is true."
Ah yes. That was one other thing, and it was the main reason for why she'd so kindly dubbed him the annoyance of her existence. "I told you. I had a wallet on me, and it wasn't there when you found me. Someone must've pinched my wallet, but if you find that, my ID in it would prove that I really am not a demon or from this city!"
"And yet conveniently, said-wallet disappeared before I arrived on the scene of your kidnapping."
"Aren't you a detective? Isn't it your job to find missing things?" She bit out with exasperation.
"You need money to hire me, Ms. Higurashi." He gave her a cruel and fanged smile. "And that was stolen. Apparently. Be grateful I'm scenting without charge as to why you are missing from wherever you came."
Her lip curled up in anger and she stormed away. Sesshomaru made no move to stop her and she was glad. Maybe she'd find her own way out! She didn't need that stupid, smug, stuck-up jerk's help. After all she was a miko, if she could make a barrier then surely she could escape one.
Outside in the open-city was as unnerving as it had been the first day. Different auras of all demonic pedigrees pressed upon her as if they knew she were a human. As if they knew they could disperse the holy energies inside of her. She shivered and didn't like the idea. Trudging along she wrapped her arms around herself and tried to avoid bumping into people along the walkways. The demons here were for the most part humanoid. Sesshomaru told her no one took on their true forms unless it were for festivals or protection. And extreme emotional overload. Her warned her that for every chance that she could blow a circuit, so could a demon. And neither outcome would be pretty.
Something pulsed.
The air, herself, the aura inside her. Sight shooting up, she swung her gaze everywhere, trying to spot what drew in her power. And that's when she saw her. An eerily tall, four armed woman with wiry wavering locks. She was walking away from her, and right then and there Kagome felt a shiver of familiarity. A centipede demon. What were the chances? Honestly in a demon city, what were the chances.
Tucking herself to the crowd and trying to appear small, Kagome followed the woman. There was no proof that the demoness had stolen the wallet—but if it was the same centipede that Sesshomaru had sniffed out, then it was really truly super super possible that the wallet had been stolen by her kidnapper. The only question was, why go through the impossible hassle of dragging Kagome from the human city to a demon one. It shouldn't have even been plausible and yet somehow it happened. But all that was taken was a little tiny wallet that was hardly more than an over-glorified coin purse.
Kagome tailed the centipede demon to a back alley that led into a dumpster area—little more than a small turnabout for garbage trucks to circle around once they've picked up their loads behind the buildings. Crouching against the wall and doing her best to hide, she waited to see what the centipede would do. To her horror, the woman turned towards her direction and slid a long and slimy tongue from parted lips. Between clawed hands she reached into the pockets of her outfit and held Kagome's missing item in the air.
"Oh little human so predictable. Come out, come out, I'm hungry," she sang out.
Hand covering her mouth, Kagome paled. Oh no.
"You need this don't you?" The demoness didn't move, just swung the pink wallet back and forth like a pendulum without a string. "All I had to do was hold onto this and my little meal came back to me without a fight and more importantly without that stupid guard dog. How tantalizing. I like obedience in a girl."
Something struck a nerve.
Kagome stood up and stomped her way over, holy pink aura unhinged with her anger. "I'm hardly obedient! Least of all to someone like you!"
"Oh but you came to me, didn't you?" The centipede dropped the wallet and lunged—maw outstretched and ready to snatch up her snack.
No time to lose, Kagome ducked to the side, wrapping herself around the woman's leg and sending out a bolt of her aura. Purification rose into the air like the crisp clean stench of bleach. The demoness fell back and screamed as her leg faded away to wisps of incense—her body spasmed in pain as the residual effects of the purifying blast took its toll. Smiling Kagome picked herself up and sauntered over to her wallet. Well that was that.
One moment she was on her own two feet and the next she was elevated upside down, body restrained by tight exoskeletal coils. Kagome screamed and kicked, sending wave after wave of her miko abilities. And yet the hold on her only constricted.
The centipede woman extended her jaw and giggled. "See if you can get through my skin now, little human. Your struggling makes me even more hungry!"
This is it. This is where I die.
A flash of white, an agonizing scream, and then Kagome slammed into the hard cold cement. Her head spun and her limbs protested in agony. But when she looked up, Sesshomaru stood in front of her—protectively, angrily—claws barred and nose in the air. The centipede woman was no longer in her true form. The centipede woman was no longer. She lay in pieces, in shambles, in tatters on the floor melted by acid and torn apart.
Not a single spot of blood stained the PI's still immaculate jacket.
Sesshomaru turned around with a smug grin that quickly faded while she sat up. His nose flared and his gaze snapped to the abandoned and pink wallet by his foot. He grabbed it and flipped it open, staring at the contents as if they personally offended him.
The glare he shot her could've burnt a hole through her forehead if she had been paying attention. It took her a moment, but she realized why his nose was acting up. That wallet, that precious little thing that she'd been desperate to find and that he hadn't cared to find, held one thing that spoke on more volumes to he-who-annoyed-her than the words printed on the plastic ID in the pockets. That wallet had been stolen before she woke up her first day in Shikon City, and subsequently before she had burned her own scent in the subconscious attempt to self-purify.
That meant her pure and unblemished scent, the details of her original home and original whereabouts, all sat there waiting for him to take a sniff and realize.
"Will you help me now?" She staggered to her feet and cradled her side.
His gaze slid to where her hand rested, and lifted a delicate brow at the sight of blood seeping through her shirt. One of the slabs of the centipede's skin must've sliced the side.
"Only a human," he huffed and pocketed the wallet. He easily slid his arms beneath her legs and scooped her up against him. "Once we patch you up, we'll take you to the police for an official statement. This one will be able to start conducting the investigation from there."
Kagome smiled weakly and poked his chest. "Hey. Did you save me for free too?"
He rolled his eyes and didn't answer, carrying her out of the alleyway.