InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Cursed And The Damned Walk Hand In Hand ❯ Legacy ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: AmberAutopsy 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.15.2013 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 165 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.15.2013 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 165 | Status: Work In Progress
When I woke up I was alone.
I rolled over and glanced at the neatly made bed that Sesshomaru had moved farther away from mine sometime during the night. I rubbed my eyes and just laid there for a while, letting the warm sun streak across my face. I took in a deep breath and felt a small smile cross my chapped lips.
It smelled like him...
"Ahh!" I shouted, bolting up in my bed, knocking myself in the head with the heel of my hand. 'What the hell are you thinking?!' I scolded myself in my head. Groaning, I untangled the thick blankets from around my legs and stood up, my socked feet brushing lightly across the floor as I made my way to the bathroom.
"WHERE do you think YOU`RE going?!" a high voice said behind me. At that moment I felt my breath leave my lungs and my feet leave the floor. I swung around, my eyes landing on that damned frog.
"Oh! Son-of-a-BITCH!" I leaned over and braced my hands on my knees, trying to make my heart slow as I glared at the little idiot through my bangs. "What do you think you`re DOING! You can`t just go around scaring the shit outta people, you little ass monkey!" he quirked a non-existent eyebrow at me.
"Lord Sesshomaru told me to keep an eye on you while he was away." he said, ignoring the insult I had thrown at him. "And I fully intend on doing just that."
Okay, wait a sec here," I finally stood back up, slicing the air around me with my hand as the frog began trying to speak again. "Shh! He told YOU...to keep and EYE ON ME...while he was gone." he nodded. "Can I ask...WHY?!" Jaken thudded the end of his staff on the floor once, causing a loud 'thwack' to echo around us.
"Young Lady! Are you questioning our Lords orders?" I looked at him slightly dumbfoundedly, quickly snapping myself out of it.
"Okay, first of all, he is NOT my 'Lord', and two, I am not questioning HIS orders, I`m questioning you on whether you just take your masters orders blindly or if you have balls enough to ask 'Why?" every now and then." with that I started towards the bathroom again.
"YOU!" the frog yelled from behind me. "Where do you think-"
"I`M GOING PEE!" I shouted, spinning around, my hands outstretched at my sides. "Jesus CHRIST!" I turned and opened the bathroom door. "Did people not have fucking privacy fucking 500 years ago?" I slammed the door behind me.
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I stood out under the shrines slanted roof, having shimmied out of the bathrooms tiny window, watching people pass by the shrine.
Not even an upward glance at me OR the beautiful building.
I shifted my feet slightly as I pushed the cigarette I had borrow from one of the few passersby that had actually acknowledged me. The ground was freezing and wet as it soaked through my socks. I could feel my feet pruning already.
"Hello, Miss." a voice said from beside me. I turned to my right and saw an older man dressed in golden Monk robes slowly making his way up the steps. Taking one last quick puff of my cigarette I flicked it out into the snowy street and leaned forward, taking the bags that the monk held in his arms, watching as a warm smiled crossed his wrinkled face. "Why, thank you."
Hn."
I watched as he hurried passed me and unlocked the doors, sliding them open with a soft clank. With a quick jerk of his hand me motioned me forward as he disappeared around the corner. I wandered down the long, dimly lit hall, glancing into every door I passed until I found him, scurrying around what looked like a very old kitchen.
"I thank you so much." he said again as I set his bags down on the large wooden table that sat in the middle of the small room. "You are the young lady that is staying with Lord Sesshomaru, am I correct?"
"For the moment...yeah." I said as I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans. The monks smile just seemed to widen.
"For the moment?" he said, pulling come fruit from one of the bags. "I assumed you would be going back to his time to help him in his quest." I felt my eyebrows pull together.
"What quest?" his movements came to an abrupt halt, his wide, gray eyes landing on me.
"You mean...you do not know..?"
"Know what?"
"The legend!"
"Okay...I know you`re a monk and everything, but you`re SERIOUSLY starting to annoy me now." he shook his head and nearly ran around the table between us, grabbing my wrist in his small hand as he passed. "Dude...your meat`s gonna spoil!"
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A pile of brittle, yellow pieces of parchment fell onto the desk in front of me. I looked up at the monk who stood behind them, his head barely visible as he pulled yet another stack from his over stuffed bookcase. I sat up on my knees on the small red pillow I was seated on, moving the stacks aside to see the monk who was know kneeling across from me, looking expectantly at me.
"What the hell is this." I asked, flicking a finger against on of the large piles, making it shutter slightly.
"Your legacy, my dear child!" he unclasped his hands and started to carefully sift through the papers. "Every recorded document of you by my great Ancestor, the monk named Miroku."
I was speechless.
"Legacy...?"
"YES!" he was getting excited now, his wide smile stretching his wrinkled face even further, making his dull eyes sparkle. "Your legacy! Of how you and a small, select group got back the precious Shikon jewel!" he gestured to my right where a smaller bookshelf stood, a single clear case sitting atop it. Curiosity getting the best of me I stood up on wobbly legs and walked over, staring down at the glowing purple jewel that looked to be floating a good three inches off it`s velvety red pillow. I gently pressed my bandaged fingers against the shiny glass, only to snap them back to my body as the jewel jerk towards my hand. I slowly turned back towards the monk, who was watching me with animated eyes.
"I`m sorry...but I have no idea what the hell you`re talking about..."
"Ah!" he said, waving his hand dismissively at me, as if he had been prepared for that answer. Reaching down and grabbing a single sheet of gray parchment he hurried over to me, shoving it into my hands. "Is that not you...? The girl born to the great Wolf, Mizuki?" I felt my stomach clench as I stared down at the giant black wolf in the painting, tracing my fingers over its glistening black fur. I felt a hand cup my shoulder, patting it reassuringly. "It`s okay...it`s okay to acknowledge where you came from-" with a loud snort I snapped out of his grasp, knocking the paper to the ground with one swift movement of my hand.
"I think you are mistaken, monk." I said, trying to keep my voice even as I turned. "I`m nothing but an ordinary, hopeless girl."
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I stormed into the room upstairs, the door slamming into something as I shoved it open. I paid little attention to Jaken trying to pick himself up across the room as I stomped up to the desk, ripping the first drawer of it`s track and dropping it onto the desks surface. I started digging in it, throwing papers every which way as I determined that they were not what I needed, vaguely aware of the frog yelling at me as he run up, dodging the sharp edges of the corners of the papers that where flying passed him.
I growled as I threw that drawer from me, hearing it shatter against the wall as I yanked out the next one. What I saw at the bottom of that drawer sent a jolt through my nerves, my fingers quivering as I reached down and picked up the stack of pictures, thumbing through them as my vision pulsed.
They were all of me during various stages of life.
One at my 5th birthday...the next at my eleventh...even one at my kindergarten graduated holding little sota in my arms.
'Who the hell...'
"What the hell is this!" I snarled down at Jaken, who stood by my side, banging his staff against the ground as he tried to get my attention.
"YOUNG LADY!" he yelled, casting his staff towards me. "I ORDER YOU TO-ACK!" his words cut off as I wrapped my hand around his puny neck and pulled him into the air.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" I growled, feeling my skin start to prickle and stretch tight across my bones. I shoved the pictures into his face.
"THE MONK WHO RUNS THE SHRINE GAVE THEM TO US WHEN HE SPOKE TO LORD SESSHOMARU ABOUT HOW TO TRAVEL BACK TO HIS OWN ERA!" he croaked out in labored, breathless words. "I WAS IN THE HALL SO I DID NOT HEAR MUCH-"
"USELESS!" I snarled and hurled him across the room, watching his small body pound into the wall before me, leaving a large hole in the fake wood paneling. Just as I was about to turn towards the door it was thrust open. My reddening sight filled with visions of silver.
I only felt my anger grow.
"YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!" with one quick movement my fist shot out, hitting him square in the jaw. His look of utter confusion turned into one of anger as his eyes slipped down the the now crumpled pictures I held in my hand.
"You do not go through this Sesshomaru`s things." he said, his face once again wiped clean , but his voice...his voice was lethal. I bared my blunt teeth at him and lunged at him, only to be sent back with a single back handed slap across my face. My back smacked loudly into the wall behind me, my knees thudding painfully onto the hard ground as my legs gave out. I looked up at him through flashing eyes.
His strength just made me angrier.
Losing all sense of reality I jumped back up and shot forward, putting everything I had left into that one blow. It landed successfully as I felt his hard bones ripple under my palms, his cool skin slicing under my nails.
To myself surprise I felt his arms come up and surround me as I started to fall.
The last thing I felt was my cheek against his hard chest, my bloodied digging into his bright robes, staining them with his own blood.
And then...I burst, my massive weight falling against him.
But he never faltered.
He never let me fall.
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I awoke to the grating sound of somebody groaning loudly, and as I woke farther I realized it was me. I quickly clamped my mouth shut to stop the pathetic sound. For awhile I just laid there, listening to the faint tick tock of the clock that hung on the wall over the bathrooms door mixed with the quiet breathing of the man I currently shared the room with.
"I know you`re awake, Miko." his voice suddenly said making me jump lightly from the shock. I didn`t turn to face him as I spoke. I was ashamed.
Utterly ashamed.
I had hurt the only person who had showed any sort of kindness towards me in...god knows how many years.
"So?" I said, my voice misleadingly angry. "What does it matter anyway." I heard him sigh, his bed springs creaking as he stood.
"The monk told you his story...didn`t he..." I shrugged, tracing the shadow of his form that was splashed across the wall I was facing.
"He did..."
"Why are you so upset?"
"I`m not upset!" I shot back, taking a deep, calming breath before I continued. "It`s just not true."
"I see." I let out an annoyed sigh.
'What an asshole.'
"How long have you known." I asked. He shook his head.
"I didn`t...not fully until right now..." I felt one of his pointed claws gently brush some of my hair behind my ear, softly touching the rounded shell.
So much different than his.
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He was still puzzled.
It was not every day that a human girl was bore from a wolf...
Even to his kind that was slightly odd.
She had to have had some powerful Demon for a father.
"Tell me..." he said, pulling his hand back to fall gently into his lap as he sat down on the edge of her bed. "Who was your Father...?" he watched her shrug as best she could in her current position.
"I really have no idea..." she replied, finally rolling onto her back to look up at him, the golden light from the lamp casting a healthy looking glow to her otherwise pale skin. "Like I said...dude bailed when I was barely over a week old." Biting his lip he nodded.
He had half expected her to turned back around, bur instead she sat up, leaning her back against the dark headboard. He watched her chocolate eyes run down his face, stopping at the large red gashes that trailed angrily across his neck and throat.
"I`m...sorry." those words came out strange.
As if they were some foreign language to her.
"Do not worry." he raised his hand stroked them with most ginger of touches. He noticed her eyes had fallen to the piece of parchment that he had rolled and tucked into the band of his robe.
"What is that?" he reached down and pulled it out, unfolding it across her legs, pointing a lean finger at the scribbles the monk had written on it.
"The monk believes that this is the way that I can return to my era..." he looked back up at her in time to see her dark eyebrows pull together.
"Through a well?"
"Yes. He thinks that I will most likely return the way I arrived." her eyes swung over to him, appraising him with a skeptical look.
"Seriously." she looked utterly unamused.
"Indeed." he said, rolling the parchment back up. "I was in the midst of a battle and was shoved...next thing I knew I was falling through a tunnel of darkness." she let out a loud snort.
"Yeah, okay." she said, shaking her head as she climbed out of bed. "So...you fell into a WELL...and travel 500 years AND across the country. Yeah, that all makes sense." he frowned.
Her voice was sarcastic.
"You are not exactly the epitome 'normal' either, Miko."
"HEY!" she flung a finger lethally in his direction. Her face was drawn into anger, yet a slight glimmer of amusement danced in her eyes.
He felt himself scowl.
What was this girl doing to him...
...he had actually just 'picked fun'.
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The girl was sleeping calmly now...tangled hopelessly in her mess of blankets as he stepped up to her, leaning over and examining her face as he compared it to the painting on one of the last pieces of parchment that the ancient monk had recorded. The face...the hair...
It was her.
She was standing next to a young boy with long silvery hair, his form draped in fiery red hinezumi robes, his arm wormed around the miko`s waist.
He stood back up and turned away, aimlessly walking around the small room, studying the fading picture. His heart nearly stopped when he saw a pair of rosy fang marks peeking out from her hakui`s collar.
She mated his brother?
A soft growl ripped from Sesshomaru`s throat as he crumpled the parchment in his hands, his claws slicing through the fragile paper before hurling it angrily across the room.
He took a deep calming breath as he squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose.
But it didn`t help.
'Why are you so hung up on this damned girl!' he snarled in his head, digging his claws into his palms as he glared down at her, still fast asleep. 'You DO NOT care for humans!'
'But...' a smaller voice added timidly in his head. '...she`s not human..'
His stomach lurched.
She wasn`t human.
He absent mindedly felt his hand drift up to his neck, running his fingers over the pulsing claw marks.
His thoughts were all over the place. Loud and incoherent. But one...
...one screamed louder than all the others.
'She can not come to our era!' his beast snarled as the image of her and his brother once again flashed in his mind. He nodded to himself.
She couldn`t come...
...she could never meet Inuyasha.
And even if the legacy that the monk had spoken of was true, he could finish it by himself.
He WAS Lord Sesshomaru after all...
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I rolled over and glanced at the neatly made bed that Sesshomaru had moved farther away from mine sometime during the night. I rubbed my eyes and just laid there for a while, letting the warm sun streak across my face. I took in a deep breath and felt a small smile cross my chapped lips.
It smelled like him...
"Ahh!" I shouted, bolting up in my bed, knocking myself in the head with the heel of my hand. 'What the hell are you thinking?!' I scolded myself in my head. Groaning, I untangled the thick blankets from around my legs and stood up, my socked feet brushing lightly across the floor as I made my way to the bathroom.
"WHERE do you think YOU`RE going?!" a high voice said behind me. At that moment I felt my breath leave my lungs and my feet leave the floor. I swung around, my eyes landing on that damned frog.
"Oh! Son-of-a-BITCH!" I leaned over and braced my hands on my knees, trying to make my heart slow as I glared at the little idiot through my bangs. "What do you think you`re DOING! You can`t just go around scaring the shit outta people, you little ass monkey!" he quirked a non-existent eyebrow at me.
"Lord Sesshomaru told me to keep an eye on you while he was away." he said, ignoring the insult I had thrown at him. "And I fully intend on doing just that."
Okay, wait a sec here," I finally stood back up, slicing the air around me with my hand as the frog began trying to speak again. "Shh! He told YOU...to keep and EYE ON ME...while he was gone." he nodded. "Can I ask...WHY?!" Jaken thudded the end of his staff on the floor once, causing a loud 'thwack' to echo around us.
"Young Lady! Are you questioning our Lords orders?" I looked at him slightly dumbfoundedly, quickly snapping myself out of it.
"Okay, first of all, he is NOT my 'Lord', and two, I am not questioning HIS orders, I`m questioning you on whether you just take your masters orders blindly or if you have balls enough to ask 'Why?" every now and then." with that I started towards the bathroom again.
"YOU!" the frog yelled from behind me. "Where do you think-"
"I`M GOING PEE!" I shouted, spinning around, my hands outstretched at my sides. "Jesus CHRIST!" I turned and opened the bathroom door. "Did people not have fucking privacy fucking 500 years ago?" I slammed the door behind me.
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I stood out under the shrines slanted roof, having shimmied out of the bathrooms tiny window, watching people pass by the shrine.
Not even an upward glance at me OR the beautiful building.
I shifted my feet slightly as I pushed the cigarette I had borrow from one of the few passersby that had actually acknowledged me. The ground was freezing and wet as it soaked through my socks. I could feel my feet pruning already.
"Hello, Miss." a voice said from beside me. I turned to my right and saw an older man dressed in golden Monk robes slowly making his way up the steps. Taking one last quick puff of my cigarette I flicked it out into the snowy street and leaned forward, taking the bags that the monk held in his arms, watching as a warm smiled crossed his wrinkled face. "Why, thank you."
Hn."
I watched as he hurried passed me and unlocked the doors, sliding them open with a soft clank. With a quick jerk of his hand me motioned me forward as he disappeared around the corner. I wandered down the long, dimly lit hall, glancing into every door I passed until I found him, scurrying around what looked like a very old kitchen.
"I thank you so much." he said again as I set his bags down on the large wooden table that sat in the middle of the small room. "You are the young lady that is staying with Lord Sesshomaru, am I correct?"
"For the moment...yeah." I said as I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans. The monks smile just seemed to widen.
"For the moment?" he said, pulling come fruit from one of the bags. "I assumed you would be going back to his time to help him in his quest." I felt my eyebrows pull together.
"What quest?" his movements came to an abrupt halt, his wide, gray eyes landing on me.
"You mean...you do not know..?"
"Know what?"
"The legend!"
"Okay...I know you`re a monk and everything, but you`re SERIOUSLY starting to annoy me now." he shook his head and nearly ran around the table between us, grabbing my wrist in his small hand as he passed. "Dude...your meat`s gonna spoil!"
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A pile of brittle, yellow pieces of parchment fell onto the desk in front of me. I looked up at the monk who stood behind them, his head barely visible as he pulled yet another stack from his over stuffed bookcase. I sat up on my knees on the small red pillow I was seated on, moving the stacks aside to see the monk who was know kneeling across from me, looking expectantly at me.
"What the hell is this." I asked, flicking a finger against on of the large piles, making it shutter slightly.
"Your legacy, my dear child!" he unclasped his hands and started to carefully sift through the papers. "Every recorded document of you by my great Ancestor, the monk named Miroku."
I was speechless.
"Legacy...?"
"YES!" he was getting excited now, his wide smile stretching his wrinkled face even further, making his dull eyes sparkle. "Your legacy! Of how you and a small, select group got back the precious Shikon jewel!" he gestured to my right where a smaller bookshelf stood, a single clear case sitting atop it. Curiosity getting the best of me I stood up on wobbly legs and walked over, staring down at the glowing purple jewel that looked to be floating a good three inches off it`s velvety red pillow. I gently pressed my bandaged fingers against the shiny glass, only to snap them back to my body as the jewel jerk towards my hand. I slowly turned back towards the monk, who was watching me with animated eyes.
"I`m sorry...but I have no idea what the hell you`re talking about..."
"Ah!" he said, waving his hand dismissively at me, as if he had been prepared for that answer. Reaching down and grabbing a single sheet of gray parchment he hurried over to me, shoving it into my hands. "Is that not you...? The girl born to the great Wolf, Mizuki?" I felt my stomach clench as I stared down at the giant black wolf in the painting, tracing my fingers over its glistening black fur. I felt a hand cup my shoulder, patting it reassuringly. "It`s okay...it`s okay to acknowledge where you came from-" with a loud snort I snapped out of his grasp, knocking the paper to the ground with one swift movement of my hand.
"I think you are mistaken, monk." I said, trying to keep my voice even as I turned. "I`m nothing but an ordinary, hopeless girl."
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I stormed into the room upstairs, the door slamming into something as I shoved it open. I paid little attention to Jaken trying to pick himself up across the room as I stomped up to the desk, ripping the first drawer of it`s track and dropping it onto the desks surface. I started digging in it, throwing papers every which way as I determined that they were not what I needed, vaguely aware of the frog yelling at me as he run up, dodging the sharp edges of the corners of the papers that where flying passed him.
I growled as I threw that drawer from me, hearing it shatter against the wall as I yanked out the next one. What I saw at the bottom of that drawer sent a jolt through my nerves, my fingers quivering as I reached down and picked up the stack of pictures, thumbing through them as my vision pulsed.
They were all of me during various stages of life.
One at my 5th birthday...the next at my eleventh...even one at my kindergarten graduated holding little sota in my arms.
'Who the hell...'
"What the hell is this!" I snarled down at Jaken, who stood by my side, banging his staff against the ground as he tried to get my attention.
"YOUNG LADY!" he yelled, casting his staff towards me. "I ORDER YOU TO-ACK!" his words cut off as I wrapped my hand around his puny neck and pulled him into the air.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" I growled, feeling my skin start to prickle and stretch tight across my bones. I shoved the pictures into his face.
"THE MONK WHO RUNS THE SHRINE GAVE THEM TO US WHEN HE SPOKE TO LORD SESSHOMARU ABOUT HOW TO TRAVEL BACK TO HIS OWN ERA!" he croaked out in labored, breathless words. "I WAS IN THE HALL SO I DID NOT HEAR MUCH-"
"USELESS!" I snarled and hurled him across the room, watching his small body pound into the wall before me, leaving a large hole in the fake wood paneling. Just as I was about to turn towards the door it was thrust open. My reddening sight filled with visions of silver.
I only felt my anger grow.
"YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!" with one quick movement my fist shot out, hitting him square in the jaw. His look of utter confusion turned into one of anger as his eyes slipped down the the now crumpled pictures I held in my hand.
"You do not go through this Sesshomaru`s things." he said, his face once again wiped clean , but his voice...his voice was lethal. I bared my blunt teeth at him and lunged at him, only to be sent back with a single back handed slap across my face. My back smacked loudly into the wall behind me, my knees thudding painfully onto the hard ground as my legs gave out. I looked up at him through flashing eyes.
His strength just made me angrier.
Losing all sense of reality I jumped back up and shot forward, putting everything I had left into that one blow. It landed successfully as I felt his hard bones ripple under my palms, his cool skin slicing under my nails.
To myself surprise I felt his arms come up and surround me as I started to fall.
The last thing I felt was my cheek against his hard chest, my bloodied digging into his bright robes, staining them with his own blood.
And then...I burst, my massive weight falling against him.
But he never faltered.
He never let me fall.
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I awoke to the grating sound of somebody groaning loudly, and as I woke farther I realized it was me. I quickly clamped my mouth shut to stop the pathetic sound. For awhile I just laid there, listening to the faint tick tock of the clock that hung on the wall over the bathrooms door mixed with the quiet breathing of the man I currently shared the room with.
"I know you`re awake, Miko." his voice suddenly said making me jump lightly from the shock. I didn`t turn to face him as I spoke. I was ashamed.
Utterly ashamed.
I had hurt the only person who had showed any sort of kindness towards me in...god knows how many years.
"So?" I said, my voice misleadingly angry. "What does it matter anyway." I heard him sigh, his bed springs creaking as he stood.
"The monk told you his story...didn`t he..." I shrugged, tracing the shadow of his form that was splashed across the wall I was facing.
"He did..."
"Why are you so upset?"
"I`m not upset!" I shot back, taking a deep, calming breath before I continued. "It`s just not true."
"I see." I let out an annoyed sigh.
'What an asshole.'
"How long have you known." I asked. He shook his head.
"I didn`t...not fully until right now..." I felt one of his pointed claws gently brush some of my hair behind my ear, softly touching the rounded shell.
So much different than his.
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He was still puzzled.
It was not every day that a human girl was bore from a wolf...
Even to his kind that was slightly odd.
She had to have had some powerful Demon for a father.
"Tell me..." he said, pulling his hand back to fall gently into his lap as he sat down on the edge of her bed. "Who was your Father...?" he watched her shrug as best she could in her current position.
"I really have no idea..." she replied, finally rolling onto her back to look up at him, the golden light from the lamp casting a healthy looking glow to her otherwise pale skin. "Like I said...dude bailed when I was barely over a week old." Biting his lip he nodded.
He had half expected her to turned back around, bur instead she sat up, leaning her back against the dark headboard. He watched her chocolate eyes run down his face, stopping at the large red gashes that trailed angrily across his neck and throat.
"I`m...sorry." those words came out strange.
As if they were some foreign language to her.
"Do not worry." he raised his hand stroked them with most ginger of touches. He noticed her eyes had fallen to the piece of parchment that he had rolled and tucked into the band of his robe.
"What is that?" he reached down and pulled it out, unfolding it across her legs, pointing a lean finger at the scribbles the monk had written on it.
"The monk believes that this is the way that I can return to my era..." he looked back up at her in time to see her dark eyebrows pull together.
"Through a well?"
"Yes. He thinks that I will most likely return the way I arrived." her eyes swung over to him, appraising him with a skeptical look.
"Seriously." she looked utterly unamused.
"Indeed." he said, rolling the parchment back up. "I was in the midst of a battle and was shoved...next thing I knew I was falling through a tunnel of darkness." she let out a loud snort.
"Yeah, okay." she said, shaking her head as she climbed out of bed. "So...you fell into a WELL...and travel 500 years AND across the country. Yeah, that all makes sense." he frowned.
Her voice was sarcastic.
"You are not exactly the epitome 'normal' either, Miko."
"HEY!" she flung a finger lethally in his direction. Her face was drawn into anger, yet a slight glimmer of amusement danced in her eyes.
He felt himself scowl.
What was this girl doing to him...
...he had actually just 'picked fun'.
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The girl was sleeping calmly now...tangled hopelessly in her mess of blankets as he stepped up to her, leaning over and examining her face as he compared it to the painting on one of the last pieces of parchment that the ancient monk had recorded. The face...the hair...
It was her.
She was standing next to a young boy with long silvery hair, his form draped in fiery red hinezumi robes, his arm wormed around the miko`s waist.
He stood back up and turned away, aimlessly walking around the small room, studying the fading picture. His heart nearly stopped when he saw a pair of rosy fang marks peeking out from her hakui`s collar.
She mated his brother?
A soft growl ripped from Sesshomaru`s throat as he crumpled the parchment in his hands, his claws slicing through the fragile paper before hurling it angrily across the room.
He took a deep calming breath as he squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose.
But it didn`t help.
'Why are you so hung up on this damned girl!' he snarled in his head, digging his claws into his palms as he glared down at her, still fast asleep. 'You DO NOT care for humans!'
'But...' a smaller voice added timidly in his head. '...she`s not human..'
His stomach lurched.
She wasn`t human.
He absent mindedly felt his hand drift up to his neck, running his fingers over the pulsing claw marks.
His thoughts were all over the place. Loud and incoherent. But one...
...one screamed louder than all the others.
'She can not come to our era!' his beast snarled as the image of her and his brother once again flashed in his mind. He nodded to himself.
She couldn`t come...
...she could never meet Inuyasha.
And even if the legacy that the monk had spoken of was true, he could finish it by himself.
He WAS Lord Sesshomaru after all...
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