InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Futuristic Priestesses & Ancient Puppies ❯ Chapter 02. ( Chapter 2 )
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By: roar sora 
Muu, Sesshoumaru arrives where he's supposed to go? A chapter summaries necessary? lmao.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.27.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 551 | Status: Work In Progress
Muu, Sesshoumaru arrives where he's supposed to go? A chapter summaries necessary? lmao.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.27.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 551 | Status: Work In Progress
Futuristic Priestesses & Ancient Puppies
Sesshoumaru / Kagome
Chapter 02.
Author’s note: Okay yay. Chapter two. I’ve never gotten past chapter one, but my bro buddy dude man Nadine has told me to continue, and I’d like, cross Canada for her so here she goes, more Sesshoumaru-y goodness. And a tidbit of wolf demon.
• • •
“Guess I can’t use my hilarious nicknames for you anymore, eh?” Came a sigh from a particularly handsome wolf demon, kicking a stone.
“Can it, ya mangy wolf.”
Kouga clicked his tongue disapprovingly, snorting and twitching his tail after it had bristled. Inuyasha still rubbed him the wrong way, even though he was human now. “Make me.” He responded, immaturely.
With his right hand on Tetsusaiga’s hilt, Inuyasha let out a withering growl, glaring daggers in the direction of the wolf demon. Tetsusaiga no longer transformed for him, he was sure his father hadn’t anticipated his turning into a mortal. The demonic blade remained a tattered, beaten sword when it was drawn from it’s sheath, however power still emanated from it once in a while. Grunting, the human Inuyasha stepped back and instead bore his fists at Kouga. “You’re pathetic without the jewel shards in your legs, I bet I could kick your ass even now that I’m human.” Despite choosing Kikyou and living happily with her, he still felt jealousy burn his heartstrings away whenever the wolf came to visit Kagome.
“I’m not here to waste my time with you,” he said, moving to brush Inuyasha aside as though he had been a flea, “where’s my beautiful Kagome?”
“Keeeeh?” Inuyasha howled, reaching to grab hold of the wolf and throw him back. “Don’t run away you coward! She’s not yours either!”
“Well she’s certainly not yours, now is she?”
“I don’t belong to anyone!” Speak of the Devil herself, a fuming futuristic female stood not ten yards away, her face flushed with anger. She could feel her heart beating in her ears as she watched the squabble from her place. Kouga’s hand was shoved into Inuyasha’s face and the human boy was pushed back onto his behind, cursing the entire way down. The wolf trotted up to her with a charming expression, one eyebrow tilting curiously while his smile remained lopsided. Inuyasha huffed, folding his hands within the Fire Rat robes, still glaring and looking particularly pouty, he was a sad sight.
“Why of course you do, Kagome, are you not my woman?” A frown, widened, sad eyes.
“… Kouga, haven’t we talked about this?” Kagome asked, sounding particularly exhausted. She still hadn’t washed her hands from her latest priestess duties, and Kouga frowned at the blood. One sniff told him that it wasn’t hers and he seemed satisfied.
“Yes, and we’ve established your place in my pack.”
“No, no we haven’t. You know I belong here, I help people.”
“You stay for mutt-brain over there.” He said, huffing indignantly.
“I do not. I stay in case the well opens up, Kouga.” She lied, looking up at him with a smile to reassure herself and him. “If I have the chance, I’m going to go home. Despite thinking that I belong here helping people, I really belong five hundred years in the future.” Her smile faded. “I would have been finished high school by now, you know? But I’ve spent too many years here.”
“High… School?”
“Her education, you dumbass wolf.” Inuyasha barked, having risen and come up to the two, narrowing his eyes. “In the future they have better education systems than we do, she gave it up for us.”
“Gave it up for you, idiot.” Kouga said grouchily, folding his arms. Kagome tapped him playfully on the forearm.
“Gave it up for everyone.” She correctly kindly, tilting her head. “Say, how come you’re here, anyway Kouga-kun?”
“Obviously idiot for brains is here for you, stupid.” Inuyasha shot moodily, turning away to march off.
Kagome only closed her eyes and glanced at his retreating form for a moment before her attention was back on the proud looking wolf demon, who’s tail swished in amongst his mokomoko. “So you’re here to see me?” She question, placing her hands on her hips.
“Of course, my Kagome.” He said with another lopsided smile. “I’ve come to see that you are well, that moron over there is taking proper care of you.” Usually Inuyasha would have shot back at Kouga’s insult, but with his human ears he hadn’t caught on to the wolf’s hurtful words. Instead he kept walking until he had disappeared into the village and a cry from Shippou radiated somewhere from Kagome’s left. She narrowed her eyes and tried to focus her attention on Kouga, but it was hard when Inuyasha was being so jealous. It never made sense, his jealously. He’d chosen Kikyou, so why wouldn’t he let Kagome get on with her life? Besides! Kouga was attracti - Wait! Am I really thinking about this? Kouga-kun, attractive? - ve. She gave a deep sigh and smiled weakly.
“He’s a bit sensitive lately, Kouga-kun, can you try not to insult him?” She knew it was a stretch to try and ask him this, as neither of them gave up once they were in the same vicinity. Surprisingly though, Inuyasha still hadn’t returned.
“Ah, why do you care about his feelings?” Kouga said smugly, waving his hand in the air with a theatrical sniff. “He didn’t give two shits about yours back in the day, he’s just a jerk Kagome. You should stop meddling with riff-raff.” With that stated, he wrapped a very toned arm around her middle and placed his hand on the delicate small of her back. He gave a gentle pull and Kagome reluctantly moved in the direction he’d wanted her to go. “Come for a walk, love. We need to catch up.” He flashed a fangy, devious grin and peered up into the midday sky.
• • •
“Oh, oh ahhhugh…” Wheezed the small imp, Jakken. He held his arms around his belly and had dropped the Staff of Two Heads into the dirt, crouching over. The sun was high in the sky and shining down on them in an unforgiving fashion. Even the great two headed beast was having difficulty in the summer’s heated rays. He would grunt and snort and become fairly untamed when he was uncomfortable, leaving Jakken attempt to handle a creature that was twenty times larger than himself. Ah-Un lifted one head angrily and pulled the imp to his feet, while the other head gave a menacing growl through his saliva soaked muzzle. “Oh! Shush you great monster, you aren’t the only one who is sweating!” He shrieked, picking the staff up to leap and hit the dragon’s forehead with it. “You shut up now!”
He began to drag himself and the dragon into the shade, where he sat himself down. Leaning forward both the heads of Ah-Un glared at Jakken until their muzzles were removed and reigns untied. One head bore his teeth at the imp before turning away and grazing in the lush green grass. “For a herbivore, you can be quite intimidating.” Jakken seethed, rolling over on to his side and laying there uselessly. “Why has milord left me with such an impossible crowd? Thank the gods that human Rin is not present with us as well.” He was talking to himself, as he usually did. It eased his mind when he was alone and even with Sesshoumaru present, Jakken might had been better off talking to himself anyway. The demon lord hardly responded to anything that the imp told him. Jakken rolled on to his belly. “I am a dutiful vassal, and yet I am treated as nothing more than dirt.” He sighed longingly, dreaming of becoming more than just the moss under Sesshoumaru’s toes. It wasn’t long until a bubble of snot formed in his nose, growing and shrinking as he breathed deeply in a troubled sleep.
The water was cool against the taught skin of his back, lapping up his shoulder blades delicately, soothing his heated body. His mind was cluttered with unnecessary thoughts and feelings, and a permanent scowl rested upon an otherwise perfect façade. He lifted one arm and gently washed his left side, breezing his fingertips over the plains of his chest. He’d grown dirty in his latest encounter, humans bombarding him.
“A human? No, you can’t be. You are nothing more than a filthy demon, I see it in those unruly markings you have. No man has a pet like that, what is it - a fucking dragon?”
“Filthy?”
“You speak as though I am lower than you, you’re disgusting!” It was a human lord, of course. He rode upon horseback, a white steed. His men behind him were anxious and bore weapons that would be useless against Sesshoumaru, what little they knew.
“How dare you speak that way to Lord Sesshoumaru!” Barked the shrill tones of Jakken, defensively stepping out from behind Sesshoumaru’s hakama pant leg. “You should bow quickly and beg for forgiveness, unless you are willing to embrace an early and gruesome death!”
The humans laughed, all of them. Some deep, others higher, none the less they seemed fairly amused. This didn’t please Sesshoumaru to be met with such disrespect, he narrowed his strangely golden eyes and his upper lip twitched.
“There are none higher than I, Sesshoumaru.” These words triggered the human lord’s attack, right upon the dirt road early that morning. He pushed his horse forward and the animal charged, warlike and trusting of his human rider. A katana was drawn and the human was still chuckling cockily to himself.
“I shall have your head!” He called, and just as he was about to glide past Sesshoumaru and bring his blade across the demon’s neck, all four legs of the steed had been taken out by claws. Blood splattered and the horse fell forward, throwing his human rider right over his head. The animal shrieked and wiggled all four of his stubs, quickly bleeding to death. Sesshoumaru cracked his knuckles and flexed his claws, peeling his gaze to the other men who chose to attack him. Drawing his sword wasn’t necessary, humans weren’t worthy of the unimaginable power that Tokijin bore. He scoffed and was quicker than the speed of light, his fore and middle finger together and pointed forward, glowing eerily. A whip of pure power in the form of light lashed out from Sesshoumaru’s fingers, severing heads from shoulders, and torsos from lower haves. Horses were decapitated and literally torn apart. Those that made it close enough to him suffered by him personally injecting poison into their veins via his extended claws.
Stepping over to the broken body of the lord, still alive, Sesshoumaru picked the katana up from the ground and swiftly cut his throat. Disrespectfully he stepped upon the man’s face and carried on as though nothing had happened, as though twenty people hadn’t just lost their lives in a matter of minutes. He idly picked a spot of blood from under his claw, his lips turned down into a rather displeased expression.
“Humans,” he uttered, disgusted. His mind was still in turmoil about his entire quest. He was questioning it. Was he truly willing to lay with a human? No matter how powerful, a human was still a human. He wrinkled his nose distastefully and tilted his head to rid his drape of silver locks of any remaining bloodshed. Surely it could be described as ‘taking one for the team’ as some would say. There were no worthy dog demons in the country that Sesshoumaru necessarily felt like courting. Many were stuck up, and came from his mother’s tribe, they expected to be mated if they were to carry a child. Sesshoumaru still wouldn’t mate, he refused. He dipped his claws into the water and made sure to rid them of any redness.
The only woman that Sesshoumaru had pictured in his head was one not clad in red and white, but green. He scoffed, that scanty little skirt was probably the only thing that kept Inuyasha even remotely near what was her name? Kagome, his mind supplied and he narrowed his eyes. She had been the one to help in the aid of Naraku’s death because heaven forbid, if Inuyasha had been able to kill him on his own Sesshoumaru would have had to hang himself. He tilted himself within the water and took much care into cleaning his wrists and hands. Despite being a particularly efficient killing machine he was also very sanitary, that and the scent of human blood drove his senses haywire and made his most recent meal curdle right in his stomach.
After he had thoroughly cleaned himself in the refreshing stream, he’d carefully dressed himself and retied all of the complicated knots that ran hand in hand with the clothing he wore. His armour was strapped on to him next, and his mokomoko was brushed free of any blood and draped around his shoulder comfortably. Tokijin and Tensaiga were happily resting at his hip and the demon lord turned himself to begin the short trek back to where he had left Ah-Un and Jakken without a word of where he was going. Slowly as he rounded the edge of the forest to where a snoozing Jakken lay, he quirked a slender brow and gazed curiously around the clearing for his pet dragon. “Ah-Un,” he said, voice low and particularly eerie, “where have you run off to?”
As his steps grew louder while he approached his imp vassal, Jakken did not stir, earning him a swift kick in the side. “Jakken, you have lost Ah-Un, I am disappointed.”
“Wh.. Wha? Oh! Milord?!” He breathed, wheezing once he had woken and he carefully nursed the pain that radiated from the kick. “Ah-Un? AH-UN!” He gasped, his eyes (which had been half shut with drowsiness) flew wide open and he threw his arms into the air in a potential flail. “Where did that stupid dragon run off to? I let him loose for just a moment to eat -”
“And you fall asleep.” Sesshoumaru provided.
“I - uh… Well yes, milord.” He hung his head and sighed, flapping one arm uselessly. “I will find him.” He said, punching himself in the chest and nodding, as if reassuring himself that he would. Picking up the Staff of Two Heads and skittering off into the woods, Jakken’s calls could be heard for a long time before finally fading in the distance. Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes and bent forward, picking up the two muzzles and reigns from the ground.
“Come, Ah-Un we shall leave.”
The dragon emerged from his shady hiding place and eagerly accepted his reigns and muzzles, bowing his heads low to Sesshoumaru.
• • •
“So you really won’t come, eh?” He asked, his tail swaying and his toes curling and uncurling.
“I can’t, I’m sorry Kouga-kun.”
“Whether you can or not, would you have wanted to?”
“I -” she paused, her eyes widened a little. Would I have? She questioned herself, and slowly closed her eyes, her lips curling into a slight frown. Maybe because he’s so nice to me… but Higurashi Kagome doesn’t live in caves. “Maybe.” She whispered, and offered a meek smile. In the back of her mind she knew that Inuyasha would have been hysterical to hear her now. She groaned inwardly, trying to focus on what was happening in front of her and not the human boy she had left fuming back in the village.
Kouga’s eyes shone and his face lightened considerably. “You mean that, Kagome?”
“I said maybe Kouga-kun, I’m not… I’m not going to fall in love with anyone any time soon, I’m sorry.” She frowned and offered him an apologetic smile. He only smiled back and took her hands into his, holding them between their chests. He didn’t seem to care whether she loved him or not.
“That’s alright, I’ll wait.”
“Kouga..” Kagome heaved a great sigh and pulled her hands out of his, but he didn’t accept that action and instead moved to embrace her, cautiously.
“Kagome.” He heaved right back, playfully.
She pushed him, and he tugged her along with him. Over the course of the past year Kouga had grown more mature and surprisingly patient with Kagome as she tagged along after Inuyasha, hopelessly in love with the brash dog demon. It had been mentioned on more than one occasion that it might be beneficial for Kagome to court Kouga, which had been suggested by the ancient priestess Kaede. It was quite weird to stand Kikyou and Kaede next to one another, knowing that Kaede had been the younger of the two. She looked distracted, and her face had fallen. Kouga watched her curiously, raising his eyebrows.
“What’re you thinking about, Kagome?”
“Ohh… nothing.” Just Inuyasha and Kikyou and their stupid happiness, that’s all.
• • •
It had been another two days of travelling before Sesshoumaru reached the outskirts of Edo. By now Jakken had caught on to his plans and the wide eyed imp had not been very pleased about the situation as a whole. He muttered stupid things the entire way there and the demon lord had been partially torn between tying him up and throwing him in the river, or sending him into enemy territory on a ridiculous quest. Either way, it would have ultimately ended in Jakken’s death and Sesshoumaru’s peace. The dog demon, one of the last of his kind, stood quietly at the edge of Inuyasha’s forest with a quirked brow and a tilted head.
“The Bone Eater’s well,” his vassal had begun to explain, ranting on about it’s history.
“Mm, the well that the girl used.” Sesshoumaru said, ignoring Jakken’s ranting about the old demon bones that folk used to toss into it. He stepped forward from the shady darkness of the forest. The grass was dry from the summer’s heat and wild animals all around them were making their evening calls to one another. The sun was beginning to set, casting a familiar orange and pink glow across the sky. It illuminated Sesshoumaru, giving him a rather warm appearance instead of his usual iciness. He continued across the long grass, stepping over bright summer flowers that immediately brought his mind back to Rin. He felt guilty. The child had wanted so badly just to travel with them, to spend time with him and he had rejected her. She was at home, more or less getting ready for bed at this hour. He peered into the sky, his eyes narrowed in thought as he lost himself within the depths of his mind, slowly seating himself with his back rested against the rotting wood of the well. Just as Inuyasha had so many times in the past few years.
“Ah… yes, um, milord?” Jakken looked confused, watching the demon lord cross the field to seat himself, looking rather trance-like. “I suppose we will be sleeping here before we attack in the morning, am I correct?”
“Mm,” responded the lord with a frown, watching as Ah-Un was released and Jakken bustled to begin a fire. That’s right. The whole reason he was here was to rip Kagome away from what was now her home. It didn’t take much planning, Sesshoumaru was sure he could find ways to take the young girl without much force. He himself wasn’t particularly interested in having a spiritual arrow shot though his chest, although he was sure that the threat remained. “Isn’t it peculiar, Jakken? I do not smell Inuyasha anymore.”
“W-what? Your half-breed brother?”
“Who else?”
Jakken stuck his nose straight into the air and when he couldn’t catch the scent of a half demon’s blood, he smirked. “The your plan should go without fail, milord!” He said giddily, seating himself down and starting a fire after he’d run around to gather pieces of kindling and wood.
“I do not fail, the priestess will be leaving - willingly - by noon tomorrow.”
Sesshoumaru / Kagome
Chapter 02.
Author’s note: Okay yay. Chapter two. I’ve never gotten past chapter one, but my bro buddy dude man Nadine has told me to continue, and I’d like, cross Canada for her so here she goes, more Sesshoumaru-y goodness. And a tidbit of wolf demon.
• • •
“Guess I can’t use my hilarious nicknames for you anymore, eh?” Came a sigh from a particularly handsome wolf demon, kicking a stone.
“Can it, ya mangy wolf.”
Kouga clicked his tongue disapprovingly, snorting and twitching his tail after it had bristled. Inuyasha still rubbed him the wrong way, even though he was human now. “Make me.” He responded, immaturely.
With his right hand on Tetsusaiga’s hilt, Inuyasha let out a withering growl, glaring daggers in the direction of the wolf demon. Tetsusaiga no longer transformed for him, he was sure his father hadn’t anticipated his turning into a mortal. The demonic blade remained a tattered, beaten sword when it was drawn from it’s sheath, however power still emanated from it once in a while. Grunting, the human Inuyasha stepped back and instead bore his fists at Kouga. “You’re pathetic without the jewel shards in your legs, I bet I could kick your ass even now that I’m human.” Despite choosing Kikyou and living happily with her, he still felt jealousy burn his heartstrings away whenever the wolf came to visit Kagome.
“I’m not here to waste my time with you,” he said, moving to brush Inuyasha aside as though he had been a flea, “where’s my beautiful Kagome?”
“Keeeeh?” Inuyasha howled, reaching to grab hold of the wolf and throw him back. “Don’t run away you coward! She’s not yours either!”
“Well she’s certainly not yours, now is she?”
“I don’t belong to anyone!” Speak of the Devil herself, a fuming futuristic female stood not ten yards away, her face flushed with anger. She could feel her heart beating in her ears as she watched the squabble from her place. Kouga’s hand was shoved into Inuyasha’s face and the human boy was pushed back onto his behind, cursing the entire way down. The wolf trotted up to her with a charming expression, one eyebrow tilting curiously while his smile remained lopsided. Inuyasha huffed, folding his hands within the Fire Rat robes, still glaring and looking particularly pouty, he was a sad sight.
“Why of course you do, Kagome, are you not my woman?” A frown, widened, sad eyes.
“… Kouga, haven’t we talked about this?” Kagome asked, sounding particularly exhausted. She still hadn’t washed her hands from her latest priestess duties, and Kouga frowned at the blood. One sniff told him that it wasn’t hers and he seemed satisfied.
“Yes, and we’ve established your place in my pack.”
“No, no we haven’t. You know I belong here, I help people.”
“You stay for mutt-brain over there.” He said, huffing indignantly.
“I do not. I stay in case the well opens up, Kouga.” She lied, looking up at him with a smile to reassure herself and him. “If I have the chance, I’m going to go home. Despite thinking that I belong here helping people, I really belong five hundred years in the future.” Her smile faded. “I would have been finished high school by now, you know? But I’ve spent too many years here.”
“High… School?”
“Her education, you dumbass wolf.” Inuyasha barked, having risen and come up to the two, narrowing his eyes. “In the future they have better education systems than we do, she gave it up for us.”
“Gave it up for you, idiot.” Kouga said grouchily, folding his arms. Kagome tapped him playfully on the forearm.
“Gave it up for everyone.” She correctly kindly, tilting her head. “Say, how come you’re here, anyway Kouga-kun?”
“Obviously idiot for brains is here for you, stupid.” Inuyasha shot moodily, turning away to march off.
Kagome only closed her eyes and glanced at his retreating form for a moment before her attention was back on the proud looking wolf demon, who’s tail swished in amongst his mokomoko. “So you’re here to see me?” She question, placing her hands on her hips.
“Of course, my Kagome.” He said with another lopsided smile. “I’ve come to see that you are well, that moron over there is taking proper care of you.” Usually Inuyasha would have shot back at Kouga’s insult, but with his human ears he hadn’t caught on to the wolf’s hurtful words. Instead he kept walking until he had disappeared into the village and a cry from Shippou radiated somewhere from Kagome’s left. She narrowed her eyes and tried to focus her attention on Kouga, but it was hard when Inuyasha was being so jealous. It never made sense, his jealously. He’d chosen Kikyou, so why wouldn’t he let Kagome get on with her life? Besides! Kouga was attracti - Wait! Am I really thinking about this? Kouga-kun, attractive? - ve. She gave a deep sigh and smiled weakly.
“He’s a bit sensitive lately, Kouga-kun, can you try not to insult him?” She knew it was a stretch to try and ask him this, as neither of them gave up once they were in the same vicinity. Surprisingly though, Inuyasha still hadn’t returned.
“Ah, why do you care about his feelings?” Kouga said smugly, waving his hand in the air with a theatrical sniff. “He didn’t give two shits about yours back in the day, he’s just a jerk Kagome. You should stop meddling with riff-raff.” With that stated, he wrapped a very toned arm around her middle and placed his hand on the delicate small of her back. He gave a gentle pull and Kagome reluctantly moved in the direction he’d wanted her to go. “Come for a walk, love. We need to catch up.” He flashed a fangy, devious grin and peered up into the midday sky.
• • •
“Oh, oh ahhhugh…” Wheezed the small imp, Jakken. He held his arms around his belly and had dropped the Staff of Two Heads into the dirt, crouching over. The sun was high in the sky and shining down on them in an unforgiving fashion. Even the great two headed beast was having difficulty in the summer’s heated rays. He would grunt and snort and become fairly untamed when he was uncomfortable, leaving Jakken attempt to handle a creature that was twenty times larger than himself. Ah-Un lifted one head angrily and pulled the imp to his feet, while the other head gave a menacing growl through his saliva soaked muzzle. “Oh! Shush you great monster, you aren’t the only one who is sweating!” He shrieked, picking the staff up to leap and hit the dragon’s forehead with it. “You shut up now!”
He began to drag himself and the dragon into the shade, where he sat himself down. Leaning forward both the heads of Ah-Un glared at Jakken until their muzzles were removed and reigns untied. One head bore his teeth at the imp before turning away and grazing in the lush green grass. “For a herbivore, you can be quite intimidating.” Jakken seethed, rolling over on to his side and laying there uselessly. “Why has milord left me with such an impossible crowd? Thank the gods that human Rin is not present with us as well.” He was talking to himself, as he usually did. It eased his mind when he was alone and even with Sesshoumaru present, Jakken might had been better off talking to himself anyway. The demon lord hardly responded to anything that the imp told him. Jakken rolled on to his belly. “I am a dutiful vassal, and yet I am treated as nothing more than dirt.” He sighed longingly, dreaming of becoming more than just the moss under Sesshoumaru’s toes. It wasn’t long until a bubble of snot formed in his nose, growing and shrinking as he breathed deeply in a troubled sleep.
The water was cool against the taught skin of his back, lapping up his shoulder blades delicately, soothing his heated body. His mind was cluttered with unnecessary thoughts and feelings, and a permanent scowl rested upon an otherwise perfect façade. He lifted one arm and gently washed his left side, breezing his fingertips over the plains of his chest. He’d grown dirty in his latest encounter, humans bombarding him.
“A human? No, you can’t be. You are nothing more than a filthy demon, I see it in those unruly markings you have. No man has a pet like that, what is it - a fucking dragon?”
“Filthy?”
“You speak as though I am lower than you, you’re disgusting!” It was a human lord, of course. He rode upon horseback, a white steed. His men behind him were anxious and bore weapons that would be useless against Sesshoumaru, what little they knew.
“How dare you speak that way to Lord Sesshoumaru!” Barked the shrill tones of Jakken, defensively stepping out from behind Sesshoumaru’s hakama pant leg. “You should bow quickly and beg for forgiveness, unless you are willing to embrace an early and gruesome death!”
The humans laughed, all of them. Some deep, others higher, none the less they seemed fairly amused. This didn’t please Sesshoumaru to be met with such disrespect, he narrowed his strangely golden eyes and his upper lip twitched.
“There are none higher than I, Sesshoumaru.” These words triggered the human lord’s attack, right upon the dirt road early that morning. He pushed his horse forward and the animal charged, warlike and trusting of his human rider. A katana was drawn and the human was still chuckling cockily to himself.
“I shall have your head!” He called, and just as he was about to glide past Sesshoumaru and bring his blade across the demon’s neck, all four legs of the steed had been taken out by claws. Blood splattered and the horse fell forward, throwing his human rider right over his head. The animal shrieked and wiggled all four of his stubs, quickly bleeding to death. Sesshoumaru cracked his knuckles and flexed his claws, peeling his gaze to the other men who chose to attack him. Drawing his sword wasn’t necessary, humans weren’t worthy of the unimaginable power that Tokijin bore. He scoffed and was quicker than the speed of light, his fore and middle finger together and pointed forward, glowing eerily. A whip of pure power in the form of light lashed out from Sesshoumaru’s fingers, severing heads from shoulders, and torsos from lower haves. Horses were decapitated and literally torn apart. Those that made it close enough to him suffered by him personally injecting poison into their veins via his extended claws.
Stepping over to the broken body of the lord, still alive, Sesshoumaru picked the katana up from the ground and swiftly cut his throat. Disrespectfully he stepped upon the man’s face and carried on as though nothing had happened, as though twenty people hadn’t just lost their lives in a matter of minutes. He idly picked a spot of blood from under his claw, his lips turned down into a rather displeased expression.
“Humans,” he uttered, disgusted. His mind was still in turmoil about his entire quest. He was questioning it. Was he truly willing to lay with a human? No matter how powerful, a human was still a human. He wrinkled his nose distastefully and tilted his head to rid his drape of silver locks of any remaining bloodshed. Surely it could be described as ‘taking one for the team’ as some would say. There were no worthy dog demons in the country that Sesshoumaru necessarily felt like courting. Many were stuck up, and came from his mother’s tribe, they expected to be mated if they were to carry a child. Sesshoumaru still wouldn’t mate, he refused. He dipped his claws into the water and made sure to rid them of any redness.
The only woman that Sesshoumaru had pictured in his head was one not clad in red and white, but green. He scoffed, that scanty little skirt was probably the only thing that kept Inuyasha even remotely near what was her name? Kagome, his mind supplied and he narrowed his eyes. She had been the one to help in the aid of Naraku’s death because heaven forbid, if Inuyasha had been able to kill him on his own Sesshoumaru would have had to hang himself. He tilted himself within the water and took much care into cleaning his wrists and hands. Despite being a particularly efficient killing machine he was also very sanitary, that and the scent of human blood drove his senses haywire and made his most recent meal curdle right in his stomach.
After he had thoroughly cleaned himself in the refreshing stream, he’d carefully dressed himself and retied all of the complicated knots that ran hand in hand with the clothing he wore. His armour was strapped on to him next, and his mokomoko was brushed free of any blood and draped around his shoulder comfortably. Tokijin and Tensaiga were happily resting at his hip and the demon lord turned himself to begin the short trek back to where he had left Ah-Un and Jakken without a word of where he was going. Slowly as he rounded the edge of the forest to where a snoozing Jakken lay, he quirked a slender brow and gazed curiously around the clearing for his pet dragon. “Ah-Un,” he said, voice low and particularly eerie, “where have you run off to?”
As his steps grew louder while he approached his imp vassal, Jakken did not stir, earning him a swift kick in the side. “Jakken, you have lost Ah-Un, I am disappointed.”
“Wh.. Wha? Oh! Milord?!” He breathed, wheezing once he had woken and he carefully nursed the pain that radiated from the kick. “Ah-Un? AH-UN!” He gasped, his eyes (which had been half shut with drowsiness) flew wide open and he threw his arms into the air in a potential flail. “Where did that stupid dragon run off to? I let him loose for just a moment to eat -”
“And you fall asleep.” Sesshoumaru provided.
“I - uh… Well yes, milord.” He hung his head and sighed, flapping one arm uselessly. “I will find him.” He said, punching himself in the chest and nodding, as if reassuring himself that he would. Picking up the Staff of Two Heads and skittering off into the woods, Jakken’s calls could be heard for a long time before finally fading in the distance. Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes and bent forward, picking up the two muzzles and reigns from the ground.
“Come, Ah-Un we shall leave.”
The dragon emerged from his shady hiding place and eagerly accepted his reigns and muzzles, bowing his heads low to Sesshoumaru.
• • •
“So you really won’t come, eh?” He asked, his tail swaying and his toes curling and uncurling.
“I can’t, I’m sorry Kouga-kun.”
“Whether you can or not, would you have wanted to?”
“I -” she paused, her eyes widened a little. Would I have? She questioned herself, and slowly closed her eyes, her lips curling into a slight frown. Maybe because he’s so nice to me… but Higurashi Kagome doesn’t live in caves. “Maybe.” She whispered, and offered a meek smile. In the back of her mind she knew that Inuyasha would have been hysterical to hear her now. She groaned inwardly, trying to focus on what was happening in front of her and not the human boy she had left fuming back in the village.
Kouga’s eyes shone and his face lightened considerably. “You mean that, Kagome?”
“I said maybe Kouga-kun, I’m not… I’m not going to fall in love with anyone any time soon, I’m sorry.” She frowned and offered him an apologetic smile. He only smiled back and took her hands into his, holding them between their chests. He didn’t seem to care whether she loved him or not.
“That’s alright, I’ll wait.”
“Kouga..” Kagome heaved a great sigh and pulled her hands out of his, but he didn’t accept that action and instead moved to embrace her, cautiously.
“Kagome.” He heaved right back, playfully.
She pushed him, and he tugged her along with him. Over the course of the past year Kouga had grown more mature and surprisingly patient with Kagome as she tagged along after Inuyasha, hopelessly in love with the brash dog demon. It had been mentioned on more than one occasion that it might be beneficial for Kagome to court Kouga, which had been suggested by the ancient priestess Kaede. It was quite weird to stand Kikyou and Kaede next to one another, knowing that Kaede had been the younger of the two. She looked distracted, and her face had fallen. Kouga watched her curiously, raising his eyebrows.
“What’re you thinking about, Kagome?”
“Ohh… nothing.” Just Inuyasha and Kikyou and their stupid happiness, that’s all.
• • •
It had been another two days of travelling before Sesshoumaru reached the outskirts of Edo. By now Jakken had caught on to his plans and the wide eyed imp had not been very pleased about the situation as a whole. He muttered stupid things the entire way there and the demon lord had been partially torn between tying him up and throwing him in the river, or sending him into enemy territory on a ridiculous quest. Either way, it would have ultimately ended in Jakken’s death and Sesshoumaru’s peace. The dog demon, one of the last of his kind, stood quietly at the edge of Inuyasha’s forest with a quirked brow and a tilted head.
“The Bone Eater’s well,” his vassal had begun to explain, ranting on about it’s history.
“Mm, the well that the girl used.” Sesshoumaru said, ignoring Jakken’s ranting about the old demon bones that folk used to toss into it. He stepped forward from the shady darkness of the forest. The grass was dry from the summer’s heat and wild animals all around them were making their evening calls to one another. The sun was beginning to set, casting a familiar orange and pink glow across the sky. It illuminated Sesshoumaru, giving him a rather warm appearance instead of his usual iciness. He continued across the long grass, stepping over bright summer flowers that immediately brought his mind back to Rin. He felt guilty. The child had wanted so badly just to travel with them, to spend time with him and he had rejected her. She was at home, more or less getting ready for bed at this hour. He peered into the sky, his eyes narrowed in thought as he lost himself within the depths of his mind, slowly seating himself with his back rested against the rotting wood of the well. Just as Inuyasha had so many times in the past few years.
“Ah… yes, um, milord?” Jakken looked confused, watching the demon lord cross the field to seat himself, looking rather trance-like. “I suppose we will be sleeping here before we attack in the morning, am I correct?”
“Mm,” responded the lord with a frown, watching as Ah-Un was released and Jakken bustled to begin a fire. That’s right. The whole reason he was here was to rip Kagome away from what was now her home. It didn’t take much planning, Sesshoumaru was sure he could find ways to take the young girl without much force. He himself wasn’t particularly interested in having a spiritual arrow shot though his chest, although he was sure that the threat remained. “Isn’t it peculiar, Jakken? I do not smell Inuyasha anymore.”
“W-what? Your half-breed brother?”
“Who else?”
Jakken stuck his nose straight into the air and when he couldn’t catch the scent of a half demon’s blood, he smirked. “The your plan should go without fail, milord!” He said giddily, seating himself down and starting a fire after he’d run around to gather pieces of kindling and wood.
“I do not fail, the priestess will be leaving - willingly - by noon tomorrow.”