InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Songs About Rain ❯ Reunion ( Chapter 12 )

Jamila felt the power of Fatima beneath her and closed her eyes in pleasure of the wind whipping through her hair. Last night had been powerful and she reveled in its magic. She knew they were brought together by destiny and she knew that Sesshomaru was the kind of man who could never accept that. It had been a long time since she had felt such a sense of hope, long ago before Mother had left she had known hope, had known the strength is could give but with the disappearance of Mother and the betrayal of her sister hope had faded to a bitter memory. Jamila felt herself drifting into the past in remembrance of times long gone.

Kanika came to my room and swept her dress back from her body. “Get ready. They are coming.”

I stood and picked up the knives by my bed and ran the tip of one down my cheek. “Who are they?” I asked meeting her cold eyes.

“Rebels. Bandits searching for food.” Kanika said. “They are entering the outer temple.”

“Let's get to work then.” I exited my room beside her, the knives fitting comfortably in my grip while she flexed her fingers. The sound of pottery breaking echoed down the hall and when the two of them entered the temple room they saw twenty men rummaging around searching for food. One of the men had the only priestess in his grip and was tearing at her clothing and his. Another was sitting on an elderly priest forcing him to watch helpless. “This will not do.” I said loudly. “Why rape a priestess when you have such willing women here.” I crossed my arms behind my back and thrust my chest into the air. Kanika stretched her arms over her head languidly.

The men laughed appreciatively and the priest relaxed tiredly onto the ground. “My ladies...”

Kanika stepped forward boldly as the first bandit reached her side and she let him take hold of her arm before twisting it back behind him then up snapping it off at the shoulder.

I leapt forward tackling the man off the priestess and driving my dagger into his chest and through up to my elbow. I jumped backward letting his blood drip from my arm. The rest of the bandits had paused in shock when their comrades died but now they rushed forward half to Kanika, half to me raising their soft knives and tools and I leapt into the midst of them slicing swiftly taking them out one by one quickly and efficiently. Kanika was going slower revealing in the pain she caused before finally killing them. When they were all dead I helped the priest and priestess to their rooms and made sure they were alright. When I returned to the main room I found Kanika kneeling on the floor her hand dipped into the pool of blood.

She looked up when I entered and her eyes had a light I had never seen before. “It's so warm…”

Jamila opened her eyes to see a vast blue sky above her head and a sea of green beneath Fatima's feet. “The past is best left there.” She said sliding from Fatima's back and wriggling her toes in the soft grass. Fatima wandered around the clearing eating as
Jamila settled into a fighters stance. She moved slowly through fighting moves each movement carefully controlled and balanced. At the end of the set she repeated it over and over, each time she increased the speed but kept it controlled. By the time she stopped at noon she had reached a speed so great no normal mortal would have been able to track her movements.

She made another movement at the end of this set and slid to a stop in front of a person in a white baboon pelt that had been watching. “Naraku I am going to assume.”

Sesshomaru wandered outside to find Xanthus watching over Rin as she played. He stood beside Xanthus in silence as he watched the little child play innocently in the field of flowers that Sesshomaru had let grow in the East courtyard.

After a few minutes Xanthus broke the silence. “Jamila is not going to make you weak.”

Sesshomaru felt anger flash quickly through him but said only, “Why do you say that?”

Xanthus crossed his arms and Sesshomaru noticed for the first time the multitude of scars that crisscrossed them. “I've known many demons and humans in my time Lord Sesshomaru. One of the most common things I've seen is a fear…no a conviction that knowing and loving someone will make a person weak.”

“And you think I have this fear?” Sesshomaru felt anger licking steadily in his chest. But there was another feeling in him as well. Something that agreed with his words.

“I think you have this conviction. Loving someone can make you weak. But it can also make you stronger than you could ever be before.” Xanthus said quietly and closed his eyes as if remembering something.

Sesshomaru strode forward when Rin waved to him and tried to push the words Xanthus said away. He knew Xanthus had watched his children age and die and had probably been in love. But Sesshomaru saw no reason to let such a thing as `love' enter into his life. His father had loved and it had killed him. Nothing could change that and nothing could change the way he had grown with a distant father and loveless mother who saw all other forms of life as a curiosity. Thinking of his mother made Sesshomaru wince. He would have to visit her with Jamila now that he was mated. A faint smile came and went at the thought of the two of them meeting. Jamila was highly opinionated and he was actually looking forward to seeing them butt heads. A lightning clash hit the ground behind him and he turned ready to fight to see Fatima carrying an unconscious Jamila on his back. Sesshomaru felt his heart skip a beat and moved swiftly forward to lift her from the horses back. She sighed slightly and curled into his arms and he felt his body calm at the sight of her unmarred body but the smell of blood assaulted his nose and he noticed the damp spot on Fatima's back and with a wave of unease he turned Jamila over and saw the spreading pool of blood on her back.

The baboon stepped back and pushed his hood from his face and Jamila saw red eyes framed by long wavy black hair. She felt a laugh in her chest. He looked very girly. “What can I do for you Naraku?”

“Simple. I want you to die.” He said with a smirk.

“Now that's going to be a bit of a problem (lol woo 300). I don't want to die and you can't exactly make me, especially not in this puppet form.” She crossed her arms and felt the person land behind her but chose not to turn around. “And Kanika has yet to kill me though she seems to like sneaking like a coward.” Jamila felt the anger surge and ducked just in time for a hand to go over her head and destroy the puppet. “Oh dear Kanika. Naraku wont like that one bit.”

Kanika growled and swiped her foot out which Jamila leapt onto popping the knee sideways. Kanika yelped and punched forward in rage. Her knuckles brushed Jamila's cheek when Jamila bent backwards kicking her foot up into Kanika's chin and sent her flying backwards. Kanika landed hard on her back and Jamila was on her chest in seconds her feet planted firmly on Kanika's arms and crouched putting her face close to her sisters. “You really need to concentrate Kanika. You shame yourself with these pitiful attempts at killing me.” She drove her knife down for Kanika's face and felt a spike drive into her back. She peered over her shoulder in surprise and saw a tentacle coming from her sisters hand. She stood breaking the tentacle off and holding it up curiosity. “Interesting. Good bye Kanika.” She said kicking her sister in the ribs and enjoying the sound of breaking bones. “Tell your mate goodbye for me.” She wondered over to Fatima and got onto her back. “Home.” She let herself fall asleep as Fatima headed towards Sesshomaru's estate and wondered how bad the injury was.