InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Ninja ❯ A Stoned Demon Lord Is Scary ( Chapter 8 )

Please see chapter 1 for ratings and disclaimer.

 

CHAPTER 8: A Stoned Demon Lord Is Scary

 

Kagome, Sango and Shippo were up and heading over to Kaede's to see how Sesshoumaru was doing and met Kaede on the way.

 

“Miroku is in with Lord Sesshoumaru and Kai, they are still sleeping”, she told the girls and youkai child.

 

“Where's Inuyasha?” asked Kagome.

 

“Miroku said he went to get Lord Sesshoumaru's companions, he should be back in a day and a half.”

 

“He shouldn't have gone alone”, Kagome said, wringing her hands in worry.

 

“Kirara went with him child, he'll be fine.”

 

“I guess so”, said Kagome still not totally convinced. She was certainly surprised and happy that Inuyasha seemed to want to care for his brother instead of kill him. I hope this peace will last, thought Kagome, Sesshoumaru better not try and hurt Inuyasha after all he's done.

 

“Breakfast is by the fire”, said Kaede as she continued on her way to do her day's errands.

 

“Thanks Kaede-sama”, said Sango grabbing Kagome's hand. “Come on Kagome-chan, let's see how everyone is.”

 

“Yeah, breakfast!” squealed Shippo running right behind them.

 

When they entered the hut Shippo ran directly to the kitchen area and started tucking in to a bowl of food before he headed back into the village to play.

 

Sango and Kagome picked up their bowls and an extra for Miroku as they headed into the now curtained off area near the rear of the hut. When they went in they saw an extremely nervous Miroku looking on in fear at a very stoned Sesshoumaru.

 

Sesshoumaru was sitting up with the blanket still loosely draped across his waist and had his poisonous green whip partially extended from his fingers. He was waving it back and forth in front of his eyes totally engrossed in the way it wavered in the air causing streaks of green light to flow in front of him.

 

Miroku was as far away as he could get without leaving the room; Kai was still snuggled up in Kagome's sleeping bag, blissfully unaware as to the happenings around her.

 

“Uh Sesshoumaru”, tried Kagome. “Are you hungry?”

 

“Humm?” said Sesshoumaru still gazing at the end of his whip as he began to twirl it in a circle.

 

“Why don't you put that away and I'll get you a bowl of food. What do you say?”

 

“Ok”, said Sesshoumaru genially. He really did feel quite hungry. His whip snapped back and he watched as Sango gave a sighing and happily relaxing Miroku his bowl of food while Kagome ran out to get his. Sesshoumaru did not normally eat human food, preferring his food more….raw, but he did eat it occasionally and although he always pretended it was the most ghastly stuff he ever had to put in his mouth, he did enjoy some of it. Today, however, because of the drug coursing through his veins making him feel, well, pretty damn good, thank you very much, he didn't even try to disguise the fact that he was enjoying his meal much to the astonishment of the three humans.

 

“Where are my clothes?” he asked no one in particular realizing for the first time that, except for his yumaki, he was naked.

 

Sango stood and gathering the food dishes said, “I'll retrieve them for you.” When she came back in she passed the clothes to him as she blushed and tried to look away, she then dragged a staring Kagome away to give him privacy.

 

“Do you require assistance”, asked Miroku looking over the well toned body of Sesshoumaru. Even with an arm missing, he is hot, Miroku couldn't help but think.

 

Sesshoumaru gathered up a bit of his old demeanour and looked scathingly at the monk who “epped” and made a hasty retreat. Sesshoumaru looked over at the honey colored head of the girl tucked into the bag on the floor. Seeing she was still asleep and wouldn't bother him he stood shakily and began to dress himself wondering who she was.

 

Outside the room the three friends could hear shuffling, banging and cursing. Kagome and Sango were telling Miroku to go in and help him. He was not about to try his luck with a stoned demon lord however. “He'll be fine, give him a few minutes”, he said fidgeting, not about to enter that room. Soon the noises in the room went silent and after about ten minutes of hearing nothing, Miroku knocked on the side of the door frame.

 

“Enter”, said Sesshoumaru sounding more like his old self. The trio looked at each other nervously before cautiously peering in.

 

Sesshoumaru was now sitting on the floor where Inuyasha had been the night before staring at the girl who was, unbelievably, still sleeping. His battle armour was laying on the futon; Sesshoumaru's muddled brain unable to get his fingers to tie the damn thing on. It had left him in a slightly sour mood and he was not about to ask these humans for help. “Who is she?” Sesshoumaru demanded, ignoring the offending garment.

 

Kagome and the others told him what they knew about Kai and everything that had happened the night before, from how Kai had found him to how Inuyasha had stayed up all night with him. The only thing they left out was the time from which both Kagome and Kai originated, unsure how far they should trust the deadly demon lord.

 

Sesshoumaru was quite astonished by all he heard and couldn't believe he had been that close to death. Even though the drug had mellowed his demon instincts, he still felt a stab of anger at Naraku and at what he had tried to do, his golden eyes momentarily turning slightly red. “I will join with you”, said Sesshoumaru regally, “until Naraku's defeat”. Sesshoumaru gave a small chuckle which resulted in three pairs of eyes looking at him curiously. He had just realized the irony in that he was surrounding himself with humans and that it wasn't as bad as he thought. Must be the drug making me feel so magnanimous he mused to himself. He had tried to be nothing like his father and now it seemed he was turning into him anyway. Very ironic indeed he thought.

 

The others began to talk amongst themselves about how to get rid of Naraku and what his plan might be; ignoring Sesshoumaru who was watching the dust motes, fascinated by how they swirled in the air. He wondered why these humans had helped him so much after everything that had transpired between them in the past. It was something that left him quite puzzled and he was hoping the motes would tell him the answer. Could there be peace between us? He wondered as he thought of his brother. In his heart of hearts, he hoped so.