InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Existence ❯ Smell Good... ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: This chapter had been renovated. Or rather, it has been re-written but has the same basic storyline. It's better though if anyone cares.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Scene 4

When Sesshoumaru entered a small clearing in the forest, the scent of blood was so thick, he had to cover his nose to mask the smell even just slightly.

`Demon blood… no not fully demon… hanyou… no not hanyou either… the human in it is too light… It's so thick…'

He sniffed the air again finding another heavy scent. He grimaced inwardly.

`Sex… the smell of sex along with demon blood…but there's another scent…'

A small gasp escaped his lips, the last of the three scents registering in his mind. He grimaced when he thought of who else was there.

`Naraku… Sex, blood, and Naraku… I don't want to know who fell victim to that… vile creature!'

His request, however, was not met when a sharp intake of breath was heard. He looked down at the little girl at his side whose gaze was focused at the base of a certain tree off to the side of the clearing. Her tiny hands covered her mouth and her eyes were rimmed with unshed tears.

Following her gaze, he visibly shuddered at the sight he beheld.

Lying against the base of a tree was a young demon girl. She looked to be around sixteen to twenty human years but for a demon she could easily be about a hundred. Had it not been for her extreme bruising, her beauty would be profound and he could honestly say that she still was.

She lay very still, her breathing forced. A simple, thin yukatta covered her privates but other than that one piece of clothing, she was utterly exposed. She was lying in a pool of what had to be her own blood. She was covered in it and lay there half dead. It was amazing she wasn't.

Sesshoumaru quietly told Rin to wait with Ah-Un, his two-headed dragon pet, and he warily approached the girl. When he stood about a foot from her, the bushes from which he had emerged rustled. He looked back, finding the group he had been fighting with earlier. A chorus of gasps met his ears as shock defined the features of Inuyasha and his group.

Kagome had almost immediately covered the young kitsune's eyes. Inuyasha grabbed Kagome, pulling her against himself upon first witnessing the bloody scene. Sango's head was buried in Miroku's chest as he held the trembling young woman in his arms. Inuyasha reluctantly released Kagome and stepped forward, his hatred toward his half-brother momentarily forgotten.

`Oh gods… she's so young… why?'

He brushed his thoughts to the side, assuring himself that now was definitely not the time to think of such things. He walked toward the unconscious girl, "Is she… ano?"

"… No… she's barely hanging on… but she's not dead… yet. She will be though, if she's not treated immediately." Sesshoumaru carefully lifted the girl's small body, covering her more efficiently with his own outer robe.

"You're going to take her?" Inuyasha replied, somewhat stunned by his brother's kindness.

Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes, "Yes… What is the problem with that?" His annoyance was starting to show. If he didn't hurry the girl would die.

"The problem with that is that your lands are too far from here. Even if you headed back now at your fastest speed, she would die before you even got halfway there!"

Sesshoumaru looked down at the girl thinking darkly. `I hate tot admit it but he does have a point…'

A pained moan escaped the unconscious girl's lips as Sesshoumaru readjusted his hold on her, trying to inflict as little damage as possible, "Hanyou, speak your mind. What exactly are you suggesting?" Sesshoumaru had exceptional medicinal practitioners at his castle so it would be quite easy for her recovery there but it would be too late once they got there. `What does this baka have in mind?'

Inuyasha growled threateningly. Somehow Sesshoumaru always had to insult him in the most dismal situations. `Why the hell does he have to be such a fucking pain in the ass? Freaking asshole! I'm only trying to help this girl… she doesn't seem evil… and Naraku's scent is all over her so perhaps she may have some answers…that fucking bastard!'

"We can go to Kaede's hut… it's not far from here and she knows a lot about medicinal herbs and such."

Another moan rang from the girl. She winced shifting in Sesshoumaru's arms, accidentally brushing an open wound against him. Everyone got quiet as they brought their attention on the girl. Her eyes slowly fluttered open.

One thought registered in her mind as unbelievable pain shot through her body. `I'm still alive… I should be dead… oh gods, why do you prolong the inevitable? Bring me to eternal happiness with my love… Makoto… wait for me… I will join you soon enough…'

Her gaze focused and she found herself held in a strong set of arms. He head leaned gently against his chest. Looking down she found herself covered in a long, white, silken robe but it was stained with some of her blood. Oddly enough, a feeling of safety and peace kept her body relaxed although it probably would have hurt too much to tense up. She snuggled closer into the man's embrace, clutching his shirt with her fists. She still breathed heavily and irregular because of the immense pain that came with every inhalation. But despite her chest pains, she sniffed the man that held her. She closed her eyes and tried to breath deeply, his scent relaxed her further and easing some of her pain.

`…Mmm… he smells good… just like fresh rain with a slight flowery hint… it's so captivating… I could get lost in this…'

Her eyelids begged to stay closed and her grip loosened on his shirt. Her body leaned into his warmth and sleep overwhelmed her. She gripped his shirt once more though, a thought racing through her head, `I have to see who… who is this man?'

She brought her head back, trailing her eyes lazily up from his chest to his face. His shirt collar came into view… his neck… jaw… chin… lips… nose… She watched watch feature come into view and her eyes widened at his impeccable beauty. She looked further up and met his gaze. She gasped, losing herself in his golden depths. The amber pools stared back curiously, `So familiar… It… It can't be…'

"Ma…ko…to…" The whisper died on her lips, all strength vanishing from her body. Her hand dropped lifelessly and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her consciousness drifted further into the eternal darkness of the dream abyss…