This is an alternate universe where the gender roles are reversed, hope you enjoy.
I do not own inuyasha, All characters are fictional. This story contains mature themes, reader should be 18 years or older. This is a female dominant story. If you like the story please leave a review.
Chapter 1.
The neon glow of Tokyo’s skyline shimmered against the rain-slicked streets, painting the bustling city in a kaleidoscope of shifting colors. The metropolis never truly slept, and neither did its shadows.
Kagome adjusted the weight of her tactical bag over her shoulder as she stepped out of the armored SAT van, her boots landing with a satisfying thud against the pavement. The latest mission had been brutal—a tense six-hour standoff at a bank where a gang of rogue fox demonesses had taken hostages after they failed to get the vault opened. It had taken all of her unit’s skill and precision to neutralize the situation without casualties.
Now, at nearly 6:00 p.m., she was exhausted. But it was a good kind of exhaustion, the type that came after a hard-fought battle. Rolling her shoulders, she smirked to herself. Few things got her blood pumping like a good fight—especially when she was the one dealing the pain.
“See you online in a bit,” Sango called out, climbing into her police vehicle.
Kagome waved her off, adjusting her black leather jacket. “Don’t rage-quit this time,” she teased.
“Yeah, yeah,” Sango shot back with a snort before slamming her car door shut.
Kagome chuckled as she slid into her own police-issued car, sighing as she finally let her body relax against the seat. The drive back to her apartment was quiet, just the hum of the city around her. She planned to kick back, maybe have a drink before getting ready for her date.
A smirk tugged at her lips as her mind drifted to him.
Sesshomaru.
Flashback…
The convenience store down the block was still open, its flickering sign casting a dull glow against the sidewalk. She hadn’t planned on stopping, but a cold beer—or maybe some energy drinks—sounded too good to pass up.
As she pushed the door open, the little chime above jingled, and then she saw him.
Tall. Pale. Silver-haired.
His golden eyes flickered toward her for half a second before darting away, as if burned.
Interesting.
The young male behind the counter was a dog demon. Kagome’s sharp nose picked up his scent immediately: clean, slightly sweet, with a faint trace of nervousness clinging to him. He was lean but well-built, his long silver hair catching the harsh fluorescent lights above, almost glowing against his pale skin.
She strolled toward the refrigerator section, letting her gaze flicker back to him through the glass doors. His nervous hands fumbled slightly with the register as he assisted a female customer.
Cuuute.
Pulling out a couple of drinks, she made her way to the counter, setting them down with a lazy grin. She leaned forward slightly, resting her arms on the surface, just enough to make her presence feel larger, more imposing.
“Hey there,” she purred. “You new?”
Sesshomaru stiffened at her voice. His pointed ears went pink, and he swallowed hard before nodding. “Y-yes.”
Oh, damn. He stuttered. Adorable.
She tapped a clawed finger against the counter, tilting her head. “What’s your name?”
A hesitation. His throat bobbed as he swallowed again. “…S-Sesshomaru.”
Kagome let the name roll around in her head, testing it. “Sesshomaru, huh? Fancy name for a pretty boy.”
His body went rigid. Golden eyes darted to her—just for a second—before quickly looking away again. His face, already dusted pink, darkened.
Jackpot.
Kagome’s smirk widened. She could practically hear his heart pounding. This one was shy. Maybe even inexperienced.
Too easy.
She handed him her payment, making sure to let her fingers brush against his. His entire body tensed.
She chuckled. “Well, Sesshomaru, I hope you survive working in a place like this.” Her tail flicked behind her, slow and deliberate. “You’re a little too pretty for these streets.”
His lips parted, but no words came out.
Perfect.
With that, she turned and walked out, the door chime ringing behind her.
Sesshomaru was left standing there, face burning, completely speechless.
End Flashback…
Back in her car, Kagome chuckled to herself. Yeah, she definitely had fun messing with him.
And tonight?
She planned to have even more.
After a week of relentless flirting, teasing touches, and sly smirks, Kagome finally got what she wanted—confirmation. Sesshomaru was interested.
She had seen it in the way his golden eyes lingered a little too long when he thought she wasn’t looking. The way his hands fidgeted whenever she leaned in too close. And, of course, the way his entire face burned red when she finally asked him out.
He had hesitated, lips parting, a nervous swallow trailing down his throat before he gave a small, shy nod.
“Y-yes,” he had said, voice barely above a whisper.
It was adorable.
And now, the night of their first date had finally arrived.
Kagome sat cross-legged on her couch, controller in hand, completely immersed in a fast-paced shooter game. The neon lights from her TV flickered against her apartment’s walls as she and Sango exchanged gunfire, insults, and laughter over the mic.
“Damn it, you camping bitch!” Sango cursed as Kagome sniped her from across the map.
Kagome cackled. “Get good, scrub.”
“Oh, fuck you.”
They played for hours, locked in a fierce battle of skill and shit-talking, until Kagome happened to glance at the clock. Her eyes widened.
“Shit, the store’s about to close,” she muttered, dropping her controller onto the couch.
Sango snickered. “Losing track of time already?”
Kagome rolled her eyes as she stood, stretching. “I better hurry. He’s closing the store, and then we’re walking to a shop nearby.”
Sango hummed knowingly. “You’re really lucky. Most males today want to be wined and dined and showered with expensive gifts.”
“Very true,” Kagome admitted, slipping on her leather jacket. A smug grin pulled at her lips. “But not my male. He’s cute and easy going. I hit the jackpot.”
Sango snorted. “Alright, lover girl, just don’t scare him off. You’re… a lot.”
Kagome laughed as she grabbed her keys. “Please. I’ve been holding back.”
Sango scoffed. “That’s you holding back? Shit, poor guy doesn’t stand a chance.”
Kagome smirked, already heading for the door. “Damn right he doesn’t.”
With that, she stepped out, the city’s cool night air wrapping around her as she made her way toward Sesshomaru.
Tonight was going to be fun.
As Kagome neared the convenience store, her brows furrowed. The lights were off, it was already closed.
Her steps slowed. That’s weird. Sesshomaru should still be here, locking up. She reached for her phone to call him, but before she could dial, something caught her attention.
A noise.
A whimper.
Her body tensed. Every muscle coiled like a spring as she scented the air—blood. And Sesshomaru.
Kagome’s heartbeat slammed against her ribs as she followed the scent, her boots silent against the pavement. It led her behind the store, into the shadows of a narrow alleyway. The moment she peeked around the corner, her blood ran cold.
Sesshomaru was on the ground.
His silver hair—usually pristine—was tangled and dirtied, streaked with blood and grime. His uniform hung off him in tattered shreds, barely covering his pale skin. His face was battered, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
And worse—one of the attackers was on top of him.
A red-haired wolf demoness straddled his waist, her claws tracing down his exposed chest, leaving angry red welts in their wake.
“Ayame, hurry up,” the other, a white-haired wolf demoness, said with a cruel laugh, holding up her phone to record. “We don’t have all night.”
“I know, I know,” Ayame purred, dragging a sharp nail over the curve of Sesshomaru’s throat. “He’s just so damn pretty… I wanna take my time.”
Sesshomaru’s body trembled. His breath was ragged, weak.
“P-please…” His voice was barely above a whisper. “S-stop…”
Ayame leaned down until her lips brushed his ear. “Begging makes it better, dog.”
Sesshomaru squeezed his eyes shut, his entire frame curling inward in humiliation.
Kagome’s vision went red.
Before she could think, her hand shot out, grabbing an empty glass bottle from the ground. With a fierce snap of her wrist, she hurled it.
CRASH!
The bottle shattered against the side of Ayame’s head.
“AHH! What the fuck?!” Ayame shrieked, clutching her temple as blood trickled down her forehead.
Sesshomaru gasped, his golden eyes fluttering open just in time to see Kagome step into the alley, her expression murderously calm.
“You’ve got some nerve,” Kagome said, rolling her shoulders. Her voice was low, deadly. “I'm going to enjoy kicking your ass.”
Ayame’s shock twisted into rage. She snarled, blood dripping from her wound. “You bitch!”
She lunged.
Big mistake.
Kagome dodged with ease, catching Ayame’s wrist mid-swing and twisting it behind her back with a sickening pop.
“GAAH!” Ayame screamed as her body slammed to the ground. Kagome followed, driving her knee into the wolf demoness’s spine, grinding her into the concrete.
“You think you’re tough for attacking a male?” Kagome growled, pressing harder. Ayame let out a strangled gasp. “You’re pathetic.”
A feral shriek cut through the air as Tsukihana rushed forward, but Kagome didn’t even flinch. She wanted this.
As Tsukihana lunged, Kagome pivoted, catching her mid-charge and delivering a brutal uppercut to her jaw.
CRACK.
The wolf demoness’s head snapped back, her body collapsing like a ragdoll.
Silence.
The only sound left was Ayame’s pained groans and Sesshomaru’s uneven breathing.
Kagome turned, her pulse still thundering, but the sight before her made her chest tighten.
Sesshomaru lay motionless, his body trembling, blood streaking his face. His golden eyes—usually sharp and piercing—were filled with something she hadn’t expected.
Shame.
Not just because of what had almost happened.
But because she had seen him like this.
Kagome’s fury ebbed, replaced by something gentler.
“Hey…” she murmured, stepping closer. “It’s okay.”
Sesshomaru flinched, his hands gripping the torn edges of his uniform. He turned his face away.
Kagome exhaled, crouching beside him. “Can you stand?”
Sesshomaru hesitated. Then, slowly, he gave a small nod.
He tried to sit up, but the moment he moved, his body betrayed him. His arms shook, his balance wavered—
Kagome caught him before he could fall.
“Easy,” she murmured, tightening her grip around him. His body was cold. “I got you.”
Sesshomaru stiffened slightly at the contact, but didn’t pull away. He opened his mouth—maybe to protest, maybe to say something—but no words came.
After a long, silent moment, he finally whispered, “…Thank you.”
Kagome nodded.
She wrapped an arm around him, guiding him out of the alley, away from the nightmare he was leaving behind.
Away from the wolves who had tried to break him.
And into the safety of her world.
Kagome sat on the edge of the couch, gently dabbing a damp cloth against Sesshomaru’s wounds. He flinched slightly but didn’t protest. His golden eyes were downcast, his silver hair a tangled mess over his shoulders. His hands, gripping the blanket she had given him, trembled slightly—whether from pain or lingering fear, she wasn’t sure.
“You’re safe now,” Kagome murmured, finishing with the antiseptic. She grabbed a bottle of painkillers and held it out to him. “Take these.”
Sesshomaru hesitated for a moment before accepting the pills. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
She smirked, trying to lighten the mood. “You’re welcome—but don’t think this gets you out of our date.”
His eyes flickered up in surprise, and for the first time that night, a small, barely-there smile ghosted his lips. “…Of course.”
“Good.” She ruffled his hair lightly, making him blink in shock. “Get some sleep, pretty boy. I’ll have fresh clothes for you in the morning.”
Sesshomaru’s eyes softened, and without another word, he settled onto the couch. Within minutes, his exhaustion overtook him. Kagome watched as his breathing evened out, but her mind was already elsewhere.
She reached over and grabbed his apartment key, and wallet, flipping it open to check his ID. The address made her eyebrows shoot up.
“That’s a shady-ass place,” she muttered, shaking her head.
Sesshomaru was far too soft-spoken—too refined—to be living in a place like that. What the hell was he doing there?
Sighing, she grabbed her car keys and slipped out the door.
As she drove, Kagome hit a button on her dashboard, calling Sango.
The phone rang twice before her best friend picked up. “Is your date already over? Don’t tell me you scared him off,” Sango teased.
Kagome rolled her eyes. “No, dumbass. He’s asleep on my couch.”
There was a beat of silence. “…Wait. What?”
“I’ll explain later,” Kagome said, her voice turning serious. “I need a favor.”
Sango instantly picked up on her tone. “What do you need?”
“His name is Sesshomaru Taisho. I need a full background check on him.”
Sango didn’t ask questions. “I’ll text my contact in investigations, She’ll have it for you in the morning.”
“Thanks,” Kagome muttered, pulling up to Sesshomaru’s apartment complex. The moment her police car rolled in, she spotted movement—shadows shifting behind dumpsters, figures slipping into alleyways. Ex-criminals, all of them. The moment they saw her vehicle, they vanished like rats.
Her grip tightened on the wheel. What the hell is he doing in a place like this?
“Alright, I gotta go,” Kagome said.
“Be safe,” Sango warned before hanging up.
Kagome stepped out of the car and locked it. She glanced at Sesshomaru’s keys. Apartment 2-15.
She climbed the rusted staircase, her ears twitching at the faint sounds of distant shouting, a baby crying, a TV blaring. The whole place stank—cheap beer, cigarette smoke, and unwashed bodies.
When she reached his door, she hesitated. Sesshomaru’s scent was behind the door, it was a scent filled with fear. She unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Pitch black.
Flicking the light switch, she frowned as the dim bulb barely lit the room. The apartment was small. A cramped sitting area, a tiny kitchen, and a bathroom. No furniture. No decorations. No TV. Just a single bedroll on the floor with a small pile of neatly folded clothes beside it.
The air was clean—Sesshomaru was meticulous, not a speck of dust or a single piece of trash in sight. But there was nothing here. He owns nothing.
Kagome’s chest tightened. He’s barely surviving.
Her sharp eyes caught the worn-out bath products in the corner—cheapest brands, nearly empty. She crouched near his bedroll, brushing her fingers against the thin fabric.
Why the hell is someone like him living like this?
BANG. BANG. BANG.
A drunken, slurred female voice screeched through the door.
“I know you’re in there, pretty dog!”
Kagome’s eyes flashed red.
“YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME FOREVER!” The woman cackled. “C’mon, let me in, baby—I promise to be gentle.”
Kagome yanked the door open.
The cat demoness outside—tall, curvy, with wild black hair—stumbled back, her breath reeking of alcohol. The moment she locked eyes with Kagome, her pupils shrank.
Kagome flexed her demonic aura, letting it ripple through the air. “You got the wrong apartment,” she said, voice deadly calm.
The woman’s face drained of color. “Sh-shit, my bad.” She turned and bolted down the hall.
Kagome exhaled slowly, reigning in her power. Slamming the door shut, she locked it and glanced back at Sesshomaru’s things.
A bedroll. A few pieces of clothing. The cheapest soap and shampoo money could buy.
He had nothing.
She grabbed a clean shirt and pants from his pile, then picked up his bath supplies.
Locking the door behind her, Kagome walked away with Sesshomaru’s belongings in hand, her mind set.
Tomorrow, she was getting answers.