InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Songs About Rain ❯ Fighting the Child ( Chapter 10 )

Jamila walked down the hallway listening to Rin's laughter in the far off garden. Rin had taken a fancy to Xanthus and spent a lot of time with him learning about Greek culture. Sesshomaru had retreated into his rooms and had yet to come out. Jamila was starting to get annoyed, every hour he wasted sulking, Kanika healed a little more. Suddenly Jamila stopped sniffing the air. There was someone coming and the scent was unfamiliar. She took off at a run toward Rin and Xanthus in the direction the scent was coming form. When she got there she saw a tall woman with brown hair and red eyes floated to the ground on a feather. Jamila stood next to Xanthus and Rin as the woman approached and felt the woman's eyes go over her curiously.

“I'm looking for Sesshomaru.” The woman said standing a few yards away from us.

“Hello Lady Kagome.” Rin said quietly moving a little further back,

“Rin.” Kagura said nodding at her. “Is Sesshomaru around?”

“What do you want with him?” Jamila asked stepping forward to draw Kagura's eyes to her.

“Naraku has discovered where he lives, he's sending his horde.” She pulled a feather from her hair and leapt onto it flying off. “I came to warn him.” She called down as she left.

“Rin?” Jamila said quietly looking at the black cloud approaching. “Go inside.” Rin nodded and darted inside calling for Lord Sesshomaru.

“Who'd you guys piss off?” Xanthus asked looking over his shoulder as Jamila moved to stand on his back.

“From what I understood, someone pissed Sesshomaru and his half-brother off and doesn't know how to run while he has the chance. He keeps pushing them.” Jamila said studying the mass of demons. She counted over a hundred but not terribly strong demons.

“Well, if he constantly sends lower demons out his probably trying to distract you.” Xanthus replied his hooves stomping the ground eagerly.

“His mate is Kanika. I injured her pretty badly not to long ago. He's probably giving her time to recover.” Jamila braced her feet as Xanthus charged to meet them.

`Kanika. I always knew that girl was trouble.” Xanthus mattered rearing as they hit the first of the demons. Two went down their skulls crushed by the force of his hooves. A third died when his human hands broke his neck and he moved onto the next.

Jamila leapt from his back as he reared and stabbed the closest demon with her claws then landed on another below breaking its head open as she rode it to the ground. She felt a tearing in her arm and grabbed the demon biting her and with a yank ripped its head off her and its body. “Filthy animals.” She said grabbing another and sending it into another their claws impaling each other.

“Rather a depressing fight.” Xanthus grunted pulling apart another.

“Too many to be an easy fight but not difficult.” She leapt suddenly into another snake demon ripping it and its neighbor open with a swipe of her claws.

“You might have made a mistake in mates if this guy thinks these things can take him down.” Xanthus said ducking under an eye.

“It's not that. Something seems wrong here.” Jamila jerked around at a sound behind her and stared in shock as a bladed staff drove for her chest. She threw up her arm blocking the blade from impaling her but unable to prevent it from now going through her arm. It pulled out quickly and she let the arm dangle as she charged through the masking mass and leapt at its wielder. She was thrown back from a barrier and looked at the boy within. He had long whitish hair and purple eyes and rode a giant white fire stallion. “Who are you?”

“My name is Hakudoushi.” He said studying me as closely as I studied him. “What are you?”

“I am too old for games child. How did you get that body? You are only two years old but you have the body of a 10 year old.” Jamila asked standing outside his shield.

“You are perceptive. I am your sisters…child. Her mate is my creator.” He said sneering at her.

“That's disgusting.” Jamila scrunched up her nose.

Hakudoushi stared at her shocked. Then he nudged the horse and it dove for her spitting flames.

Jamila leapt over the flames and at the horses had only to be suddenly stopped as he brought his shield back up. “Coward.” She muttered regaining her feet. Xanthus called out to her and she waved him off. The demons were ignoring her and the child and concentrating on Xanthus who was calmly tearing them to pieces. She stared at the boy testing the smell and feel of his aura. “You are weak.” She concluded turning her back on him disdainfully. Behind her she heard him growl in anger and charge at her. She waited until she heard his ragged breathing and the whistle of the blade as it came into her circle of reach and spun kicking the weapon up and catching it as it twirled. Before he had a chance to bring his shield back up she swung it severing his head from his body, a second swing, so close on the tail of the first it was hard to see it was a separate movement, stabbed into his chest. The horse reared sending the corpse into the air where it floated in its barrier. The head hissed angrily at both her and the horse than flew off the last few demons converging on it and taking it with them.

What was that child? It should have been dead but I never picked up the sound of a heartbeat from him. She was barely aware of the footsteps approaching or the drip of blood as it fell from her injured arm. Behind her she heard Xanthus muttering then silence as he joined her. Her eyes focused on the large horse demon before her and it slowly bowed.

“Amazing.” Xanthus said circling the beast.

“What is?” Jamila asked reaching out to place a gentle hand on the horses muzzle. She dropped her hand quickly when a streak of lightning came down from the sky and wrapped itself around the horse. When it faded a black mare with blue flames replaced the white stallion. “Odd.”

Xanthus knickered to the mare and it began to talk back as he translated. “I was Entei a cursed demon horse only allowed to be ridden by powerful demons. Bastet has freed me and made me Fatima.”

Fatima bowed deeply to Jamila and Jamila ran her hands over the soft black hide. “Want to go for a run Fatima?”

Fatima neighed and tossed her head happily. Jamila pulled herself up onto her back and paused to take the cloth from Xanthus and bandaged her arm. She grabbed onto the mane and Fatima took off running. Jamila laughed with joy as she felt as if she was flying. She felt all the tension of the last few years draining from her as she rode along.

As they slowed to a stop and started back to the house Jamila laid on the long neck of Fatima dangling her arms and thought. Sesshomaru had not even come out of his rooms to see them as they fought. Was something wrong? Was he seriously regretting his decision to mate her? Jamila growled and closed her eyes as she entered the courtyard. She could smell him now, smell the anger in him. Why he was angry she didn't know but he was and she was about to show him what angry was about.

Fatima drew to a stop and she slid from her, running her hands adoringly over her and whispering gently. She felt Sesshomaru come up behind her and moved to the side too fast for him to see when he reached out to grab her arm. She turned to face him as he stood there slightly shocked. “I am not a child for you to scold Sesshomaru.” She said walking past him leading Fatima to the stables. “If you had bothered to join in I might now have been injured at all.”

She felt his anger behind her as surely as if it was solid but he said nothing as they approached the stables. Xanthus come forward to lead Fatima in and walked flirtatiously beside her. Jamila turned toward the house and headed inside. “Follow me Sesshomaru. We need to talk.” It was in her hands now and she wasn't going to bend.