InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Chosen ❯ Is it a bird? Is it a Plane? No it’s Sesshoumaru... ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter two: Is it a bird? Is it a Plane? No it's Sesshoumaru...

Sesshoumaru hadn't been looking for a fight. In fact he was out on a case. It was a simple, if a boring case, the wife suspects the husband of cheating on her and as such he, as a PI, had been hired to follow him and bring back the evidence of his infidelity. That was the annoying thing about those types of cases, the party accused of cheating always was actually cheating and it irked him that he had to follow lowlife cheating scumbags and take photos of them entering hotels and bug them while they had sex. He was an Inu Yokai for Christ's sake; listening to two people rutting wasn't something high on his list of things to do, his sensitive nose and ears were a curse in those circumstances. It was however somewhat amusing to watch the gleeful vengeful wives take out their anger on their unsuspecting spouses. The saying was true, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

But being a PI was what he did because to be honest without that job he would be bored out of his mind. Of course on top of investigating human cases he got a great number of demon cases and that was the sort of work he relished. They usually involved him having to use his strength and prowess as a Yokai and he enjoyed the challenge.

His father told him that he should stop `gallivanting' and join the company, but he was not one for the corporate life, he was a young Yokai and loved the thrill of the chase, hence the job. Though his father kept up his facade of being annoyed at his career choice secretly he was happy that his son did not cave to anyone's wishes; it was the Taisho way.

Sesshoumaru was one to pride himself on power and as the son of an Inu and a Doku Yokai he had become the world's first Doku-Inu and he was powerful because of it. His mother was the cause of his Dokasso and his poison whip whereas his father's strength could be seen in his keen dog like senses and the customs he followed.

But the point was he wasn't looking for a fight.

He had been driving along after forcing himself to sit through the rather short sexual encounter of his latest cheating target and was driving home or maybe to the gym for a work out; he hadn't quite decided yet. But when he wound the window down to alleviate the stifling heat of the summer in the metal vehicle the scent of neko had permeated the air. No, wait it was more like panther demon and then he sensed the potent spike of reiyouku, it seemed he was in the neighbourhood of an impromptu battle between a holy person and a pack of panther demons.

Okay so his interest was officially piqued. He had no idea that a ningen possessing that much power still inhabited this time. He thought they had died out back in the feudal era, apparently not.

By the time he had threaded his way through the side streets the scent of female human blood was saturating the air, the scent was melancholy somehow, the blood that was not meant to be spilt and that was somehow familiar. He had no time to dwell on that fact though as he realised the smell was of a lot of blood and so he took to the rooftops in order to get there faster.

When he reached the scene of the fight he was mildly surprised to find all but one Panther demon eating dirt, apparently the young ningen onna he could see was strong, not that the Yokai were high level but there were six and she was only one.

Her blue eyes glared up at the panther with faltering consciousness as he realised that a combination of the blow she had sustained to her head and the blood she had lost through her shoulder wound was going to seal her fate.

The panther demon brought back his claws to sever the artery in her pale neck and something inside of Sesshoumaru snapped. Maybe it was seeing something as powerful as a Yokai slaying something as defenceless as a ningen. Maybe it was the divine injustice of something so pure being slain. But those reasons were not what flashed through the Inu Yokai's mind in that instant.

She is not allowed to die.

He had no idea why his beast had chosen to make an entrance but he decided to heed it's warning.

He jumped from the roof and sliced the demon that dared harm her into barely recognisable chunks of Yokai with his poison whip. He really hated neko of any kind and the stupid panther hadn't even had the brain power to sense his presence, sure the thrill of the kill was important but all predators should remember to preserve their own safety. Self preservation is supposed to be the most important instinct for a carnivorous Yokai, the only instinct that could be put before the thrill of the hunt.

“Pathetic” he intoned in a bored voice

He stepped over the chopped neko and crouched down besides the powerful ningen and tilted her head up to face him. Even with the beating she had just received she looked beautiful. It was not like him to admit to a ningen being beautiful but seeing as it was within the privacy of his own mind he would allow it.

Sesshoumaru smirked as the claw he could see in his peripheral vision attempted to slice his head off. He moved slightly to his right and the claw sliced through air and deposited the claw's unbalanced master on his hands and knees next to the Inu.

Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes; did the panther seriously think it could get one over on him? He turned and stood to loom over the fallen bloodied alpha.

“What is your argument with this girl?” Sesshoumaru asked his poison whip curling around the panther's neck with a sickening hissing noise as his flesh melted. The panther tried and failed to breathe due to his nose being bloodied and his oesophagus being squeezed.

“She is the Shikon no Tama Onna” he gasped out trying fruitlessly to scrape the whip away from his neck with his claws; the whip merely tightened its choke hold vindictively.

Sesshoumaru cocked his head to one side the gesture reminiscent of a confused puppy; he had heard that phrase somewhere before. Somewhere in the past, back when his mother was alive. He shrugged and retracted the whip.

“Leave now or die” he told the panther

He chose death.

Once Sesshoumaru had reduced the panther to acidic panther intestines with his Dokkaso he turned to survey the other four unconscious but still fully functioning panther demons. He realised that if he left them alive with their alpha dead revenge would be taken against the girl. He sighed and made quick work of them with his whip; it went against his aura to slay those who could not defend themselves but these pathetic creatures who had attempted to prey on the onna were exempt from this rule. Or at least that was what he decided.

He frowned down at the athame that the alpha had held concealed in his robes. He bent to pick it up. He was below stealing from corpses but this athame was different. It was intricate silver with an inscription in the hilt and a stone set in it that shimmered through the spectrum of colours. This wasn't what captivated his attention though, what caught his interest was the fact that the athame had a demonic aura of its own. In fact the aura of the athame far surpassed the panther that had been in possession of it. He lifted the athame and discovered it smelled only slightly of neko, like the neko had only just picked it up. The true scent that clung desperately to the blade like a second skin was the scent of Doku Yokai.

Sesshoumaru's eyes widened in shock as he recognised the scent. It was the scent of his uncle on his mother's side, he had only met the Yokai once when he was young before his mother had been slain and so it had taken him a second to recognise the scent.

He shivered as he remembered that particular uncle; he was a vindictive bastard incapable of niceties or being cordial. He remembered how the man stunk of human female blood and sex; it had been repulsive to him as a pup and was just as repulsive to him as an adult.

So now he was confused and the emotion did not sit well with him, he hated being confused. It was most unlike him. Why did a random neko have the athame that had belonged to his uncle? And why did his uncle posses an athame that exuded an aura of its own?

He decided these questions should be answered later; up until that point he was lucky no one had spotted him but now two ningen females were rounding the corner.

“Kuso” he cursed under his breath as they both screamed and ran. He knew it was only a matter of time before the police appeared and he had a low tolerance for law enforcement.

He bent and scooped the onna up and cradled her into his chest making sure he supported her neck like she was a baby. He stood for a moment as he winced at the scent of her blood that filled the air, the onna was lucky he had no penchant for humans as the scent of her blood was far too appealing. He growled as he realised for the first time exactly how much blood there really was and realised he was going to need to treat her wounds soon.

He took to the rooftops for the second time and was depositing her within his car in the next minute. Growling under his breath at his current predicament he accelerated away from the scene before someone saw him. It was never good when he was seen at a crime scene, after all how many demons could there be with magenta strips, a crescent moon on their forehead, long silver hair and gold eyes? Not many. It seemed he was always having to talk himself out of being arrested.

As he drove he began to wonder exactly where he should take her and then the fact that her blood loss was suddenly bordering on dangerous he decided to take her to his apartment.

He could have taken her to the hospital and washed his hands of the tempting onna, but he had a feeling there was more to this than a simple demon attack. The panther had called her the `Shikon no Tama onna' and although he had heard the phrase he was having memory issues.

One might presume that getting an unconscious teenage girl through the lobby of a manned apartment complex in one of the better areas of town would be hard. But the ningen who worked there had learnt long ago not to look at Sesshoumaru or question him in any way. So he proceeded to his apartment unscathed.

Depositing the onna on the sofa he went over to the freezer to retrieve an ice pack for the lump that was rapidly forming on her head. He frowned and wondered what her reaction would be if she woke up and then decided in true Sesshoumaru fashion that he didn't care.

He sliced through the top half of her shirt and bra with his claws to attend to her shoulder. He surveyed the wound with a bizarre curiosity. If he had sustained such an injury it would have healed immediately but to this human child it was a serious injury. He sniffed the wound and deduced that although it was deep there was no poison in the wound.

His nose wrinkled in distaste as he realised what he was going to have to do. He wasn't one for interacting well with ningen and this ningen would more than likely try to purify him when she awoke.

He exposed more of her shoulder and calmly licked along each of the incisions sealing them back together with his saliva. He was expecting revulsion but the taste of her blood made his eyes roll back into his head. The taste was like nothing he had ever experienced and he didn't even enjoy human blood. In this day and age in order for a Yokai to actually survive eating humans was strictly taboo, but this girl was seriously not making it easy. Her scent was appealing enough, the scent of strawberries, but the taste of her blood was like a drug it burned in his mouth and made him crave more.

...the blood that would attract all of Yokai...

He frowned and leaned away from the sweet and intoxicating blood as he remembered the phrase. His mother had told him something about that, he just couldn't remember.

He growled in frustration, he was Sesshoumaru he wasn't supposed to be forgetful. Such slips were the pathway to an early grave.

He took a moment to survey his unconscious quarry and decided his initial conclusion had been correct, she was beautiful. Even with the cold sweat that was clinging to her skin due to her injury she was appealing. Her long waist length raven hair fell in a sleek waterfall to her slim waist. Her cheekbones were high and aristocratic, her lashes long and her lips a gentle rose colour. Her hourglass figure was refreshing in the modern era of skeletons.

He smirked in satisfaction as her breathing evened out and stopped being so laboured and her temperature calmed itself. She was recovering.

He tensed in abrupt agitation as he realised she was probably going to wake up soon, and when she did he was going to have a lot to answer for, if she didn't try and purify him first.

Her eyelids fluttered and heavily lidded blue eyes gazed up at his own hard gold ones.

She sat up and lightly touched the back of her head before deciding that was a bad idea and wincing “Son of a bitch” she intoned

This should be good he thought dryly.

A/N: I do not own Inuyasha and I never will. Anyway I hope you enjoyed and PLEASE REVIEW. Because reviews make me happy. Thanks to the lovely people who reviewed on fanfiction dot net last time; Serenity digo19, GothicHime89, kouga's older woman and Moonlight X Luna.

The faires told me Doku means poison in Japanese in case you guys didn't know. Okay now buh bye.