InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Songs About Rain ❯ Old Friends and Home ( Chapter 9 )

Jamila approached Inuyasha's' camp with a small smile on her lips. “Hello.”

They turned to look at her and the silent demon lord behind her. “You lost?” Inuyasha guessed scowling.

“No, my mother had a few choice words for me about my game so I forfeit.” She said. “But I wanted to wish you all luck. I'll drop by as often as I can.”

Kagome stood and hugged Jamila tightly. “Good luck to you too. Our men won't cooperate with each other but if we come across any new information I'll let you know.” Kagome breathed in Jamilas' ear too soft for the dog demons to hear her.

Jamila returned her hug and nodded goodbye to the others then turned to follow Sesshomaru. He had not spoken to her since she agreed to mate him but she didn't mind, her thoughts were occupied elsewhere. Kanika is getting stronger everyday with the help of her mate. We need a way to put her out of commission for a while so we can gain our strength. Jamila frozen then spun raising her am.

Jamila stopped and turned suddenly making Sesshomaru slow to a stop before looking back over his shoulder. He watched as blood dripped to the ground between Jamila's spread feet and he felt his heart hammer in his chest. Then he saw the woman in front of Jamila as she coughed, blood spitting from her mouth onto Jamila.

“Kanika,” Jamila said smiling, her hand buried deep in Kanika's stomach. “I was just thinking about you.” She slowly lowered her arm careful not to wince as the blade pulled out of her bone and skin then tugged it from her sisters limp hand and tossed it away.

“Bitch!” Kanika coughed trying to pull herself off of Jamila's impaling arm.

“Tsk, tsk, sister dear.” Jamila replied letting Kanika fall. “I've gotten used to these sneak attacks of yours. They won't work any more.” Sesshomaru moved up beside her his eyes flashing red and back again. She smiled at the fear on her sisters' face. “Oh by the way…this is my mate Sesshomaru. Tell Naraku we said hello.” She stepped back bowing ironically to her sister and walked off Sesshomaru trailing behind her this time.

“You're going to let her live?” Sesshomaru asked quietly after a while.

“She will go to Naraku and tell him that we are mated, he will be very angry, according to what you all have said about him, its likely he'll attack her and they will be weakened as a unit.” Jamila said winking. “Cats don't take abuse well.”

“Neither do dogs.” Sesshomaru said seriously.

“You dish it out pretty well though.” Jamila muttered looking around the clearing. She could smell Jaken and Rin around here somewhere.

“What does that mean?” Sesshomaru said grabbing her am and making her look at him.

Jamila looked into his eyes enjoying the warmth the golden hue of his eyes gave her. “You deny the truth of love in front of one who would love you so easily. Is that not a form of abuse?” She said seriously.

He opened his mouth to answer and a scream cut him off. The two of them took off as fast as they could go matched speed for speed toward Rins voice.

Jaken was standing in front of Rin who cowered on the ground in front of him was a large half-man, half-horse scratching his head in confusion. “Τι συμβαί&# 206;½ÎµÎ¹?” The horse half of his body was a light sandy gold and his hair was a blond to match. He had tan skin and dark blue eyes that seemed too dark for his face.

“Xanthus?” Jamila said staring at him surprised.

“Πιό αγαπητ& #207;ŒÏ‚ μου, εσείς υπάÏχεΠ¹! Σας έχω ψάξει!” He said cantering over to her and grabbing her hands with his.

“ΜποÏε 06;¯Ï„ε να χÏησιμÎ&# 191;ποιήσÎ 1;τε μια γλωσσι&# 206;ºÎ® πεÏίοδÎ&# 191;; ΜιλοÏν τα ιαπωνι& #206;ºÎ¬.” Jamila said looking at the others as they stared at her shocked. When he nodded and touched his throat and ears with his fingers she continued in Japanese. “What did you do to Rin?”

“The girl?” He looked over at her and shrugged, his voice was heavily accented but they could understand him now. “I thought the imp was going to eat her and I tried to grab her.”

Rin stood slowly and gave him a shy smile. “No this is Master Jaken, he watches over me.”

“Forgive me sweet child.” He said graciously and bowed bending one of his forelegs under him. “I am Xanthus, late of Greece. I found my village….distasteful and left to find my elusive friend Jamila.” He smiled at her and at a soft sound from the land next to her he turned to look at the demon. “A dog demon.”

Jamila nodded, “This is the Lord Sesshomaru. My intended mate.”

Xanthus studied the tall demon and used his magic to feel for his power level. “Strong, handsome, determined.” He said then began to circle him. “Loyal, fairly compassionate. I think that he'll do well for you.” He looked at Jamila. “I'm jealous.”

She laughed, “Of him or me?” Xanthus like many Greeks from centuries ago, liked both men and women.

“Both.” Xanthus replied smiling and causing Sesshomaru eyes to widen fractionally and Jaken dropped to the ground amazed.

Rin studied the two of them while Jamila giggled. “Are we going home now?”

Sesshomaru nodded and started off giving Xanthus a wide berth. “You're welcome to follow as my intended mates' friend.” He said to the centaur.

The centaur bowed even lower at the demon lord and Jamila picked Rin up setting her down on his back. “Rin this is a very good friend of mine. Xanthus, Rin.”

“Hello.” She said resting her hands on the joint between his human half and horse half.

“If you feel like you're going to fall off just grab onto the leather straps across my back.” He said looking over his shoulder at her as they walked off.

“What are they for?” She asked running a finger over the interlacing leather.

“In my country there is usually some war going on. This is a type of armor, usually only centaurs wear it though.” Xanthus replied easily. Jamila glanced at him from the corner of her eye. She hadn't been to Greece since Justinian had ruled there. It had been a rocky thousand years and Xanthus had only been two hundred or so when they had met.

“Are there many centaurs where you live?” Rin asked.

Xanthus was quiet for a moment then shook his head his hair swaying like a mane. “No, I am one of the last.”

“Why is that?” Rin asked.

Jamila was about to stop her questions when Xanthus looked straight at her. “Many women do not survive the birth of a centaur child and our females have long since stopped giving birth to them. Our children are becoming human.”

Jamila winced. “But isn't that good? They shall not be hunted as you were.” She knew what it was like to believe you were the only ones of your race. Until she was 400 she did not know about other demons like her.

Xanthus nodded silently. Behind him Rin grabbed a bit of his hair. “I'm sorry.”

He looked over his shoulder and smiled, “It's not for you to fret over child. I had ten sons and seven daughters who were wonderful children and only one of them was a centaur. They lived happily and had children of their own.”

Jamila began asking about other people she had known when she had been in Greece and Sesshomaru listened intently from ahead. His children had been human, lived like humans, died like humans and he only spoke of them with love. There was no regret in his voice, no anger. What must it be like, to love someone so fully that you forget about the things that used to bother you? He glanced behind him as they passed into his castles lands and saw a shiver go through Jamila and she paused to look around before smiling up at the centaur. It bothered Sesshomaru, seeing her smiling like that at another man. He noticed the soft looks the man gave her and wondered if he had wanted her to be his mate. The thought made a coil of emotion stir in his gut and he was unsure of what exactly it was. It wasn't hatred, or anger, more like…envy. He faltered in his steps a moment then resumed his pace. He was jealous! Jealous of the looks the centaur and his woman were sharing. He turned his face to the sky as the castle came into view and stared at the white clouds. What am I going to do?

Jamila gasped in wonder at the beautiful castle. “This is your home?” She said breathlessly moving to Sesshomaru's side.

“Our home.” He said stiffly.

Her eyes flicked to him and wondered if he thought she was going to back out of mating him. “I love it.” She said looking at it and touching the back of his hand with a brush of her fingertips. “Our home.”