InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Poison of Erised! ❯ Chapter Eleven - Gone Without a Trace! ( Chapter 11 )

The Poison of Erised! by Vyncent

 

The Poison of Erised!

by Vyncent

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Chapter Eleven - Gone Without a Trace!

 

Shippou had helped Sango get Inuyasha settled near Miroku. As it was with the last of her strength, she soon collapse, the pain of her injured leg finally catching up with her. It was still bleeding, although not as badly as it had been, and with some help from Shippou, it was soon well cleaned and bandaged.

Shortly after that, the rain that had been hanging heavy in the air, began to fall. It was just a light drizzle at first, and being part of a warm summer rain, it was not uncomfortable. It would be a problem soon, however, as they all needed to find dry shelter to properly tend their wounds, build a fire, and to prepare something to eat.

It was the annoying trickle from the light drizzle, running down his face that finally awoke Inuyasha. Hard on the heels of his regaining consciousness, Kirara also awoke. Miroku was still out, but was not in any serious danger. Sango was conscious, but look to be on her last leg for strength, and Shippou was tired, but uninjured and doing his best to help everyone else as much as he could.

The first thing that Inuyasha had done upon opening his eyes, was to look for Kagome. Not seeing her anywhere near, he was immediately concerned. Things had just been too strange of late around the young Miko, and he didn't like it one bit. What had happened to her this time? Where was she? Was she alright? Or had the unthinkable happened to her?

"Where is Kagome?" he asked of Sango, who while awake was currently just sitting back resting while Shippou tended to the last of Miroku's injuries. He had suffered a head injury, but it was not life threatening, and the few cuts and scratches were all that was left for Shippou to tend.

"I don't know," spoke up Sango in a pained voice that was caused by more than the pain in her injured leg. "All I know, is that I turned around to try to help fight off that youkai, only to see her fire an arrow just as he took a swing at her. He hit her at about the same time that her arrow hit him, but then everything from that point forward was a blur."

"What do you mean," he growled in frustration and worry, "a blur? How could you not see what happened to Kagome if you were looking?"

"Just what I meant Inuyasha," the Taijiya growled back, "everything was a blur. One minute, Kagome was turning and firing one of her arrows. Even as it hit the youkai, he hit her, and she fell. I know she was injured, but I do not know how badly. The next minute, it was visible, roaring and turning to attack you, even as Kagome's arrow was destroying him. The youkai was still moving after he attacked you, but completely came apart as it turned back to try to finish me. When I looked to see where everyone was, and how badly injured, she was gone."

Despite the rhythmic pounding that felt like Totousai was beating out a new sword inside his head, Inuyasha got to his feet and proceeded to make his way back out to the scene of the battle. He wanted to scout out the area, before the rain got any worse. It was bad enough now, as even this little bit of drizzle would have interfered with whatever scents there were at the site, especially as it seemed to have been going on for a while.

There was still a bit of light to the day. The battle having taken place around mid-morning, even with the overcast sky, it was still apparent that there was still a good couple of hours until sunset. Even a few clues was better than no clues at all, and he needed to get as much information from the site as he could before it was too late.

He walked around the clearing, carefully inspecting the debris and blood that littered the ground. The most overwhelming scent around the scene was that of their foe. Of course, this was to be expected considering that the bits and pieces of the youkai were scattered far and wide. What was not expected, was that there seemed to be an underlying scent that he could not identify. It was strange, and seemed to be a part of the bear youkai, and yet not.

Setting that matter aside for later consideration, he continued to check out the other scents that were most prevalent. Sango's was the second strongest scent, especially as she had been injured and in pulling Inuyasha along the ground, the blood from her wound had covered the area as well.

The next most noticeable scent was Kagome's, but it was just as strange as the youkai's. There was no doubt where Kagome had fallen. Even if the blood had not been apparent to every sense he had, he found her bow and arrows lying near the spot, and knew that Sango was right. Kagome had taken an injury and by the smell of it, one that was only dangerous if it was infected and left untreated, but that was the heart of the problem.

Where was she, and was her injury still bleeding or had it taken infection from any toxins that might have been on the claws of the youkai? It was not uncommon for many powerful or strong youkai to have the ability to exude poison from their claws when fighting. Sango had taken an attack from the beast and been able to use simple first aid to treat it, Inuyasha was sure that this beast had not made use of poison. On the other hand, any dirt or debris that might have been naturally clinging to the beast's claws could readily cause infection if not cleaned as soon as possible.

What made it unusual, however, was that there was no trail. It just was there, and nowhere else. There was no trail to show what direction she had been taken, and no scent to indicated who had taken her. The only way that something like this was possible, was either that her scent had been masked by whoever had taken her, or they had flown. Either case meant that it would be almost impossible to figure out where they had taken her.

Even the bits of the youkai was puzzling. Sango had said that the youkai had been destroyed by Kagome's arrow. But if that were true, then why were the remains scattered all over. Most of the time, when Kikyou's purifying arrows had taken down wayward youkai, there was nothing left of them but a bit of ash or wisp of smoke. As far as Inuyasha could recall Kagome's worked the exact same way. No, this youkai didn't fall because of only Kagome's arrow. Something else had killed it, probably just after her arrow had hit it and disrupted the beast's ability to remain invisible.

Even that was a puzzle, as most bear youkai didn't have that kind of ability. The strange scent of the beast suggested that magic had been used. Dark magic from the smell of it. But how, when, where, why, and more importantly who had set this up? What was their aim in this? Were they after the jewel shards, Kagome, or both? Or could it be that they were looking to destroy them all? Was it possible that whoever was responsible for the bear youkai, was also responsible for what was happening to Kagome?

As he continued to examine the area carefully, something odd caught his attention. It was something lying in the grass, near where Kagome's arrow had landed after the youkai had died. It was red, dark red, so dark as to almost be black. As Inuyasha had been moving around looking for clues, the light glinting off of the smoothly polished surface of the object had been what caught his attention.

On closer inspection, he was surprised to find a shard of a medallion, or more accurately, a talisman. It took but a few more moments to find the remaining pieces of the magical object, which he quickly gathered and carefully wrapped in a scrap of cloth that he found among the debris scattered around. It had an almost evil aura around it, and there was the rapidly fading stench of Naraku's miasma clinging to the object. He put it away safely in the sleeve of his haori, as he gathered up Kagome's bow, the arrow that he had found near the talisman, and her quiver and headed back towards where Sango, and the others lay waiting.

By the time he got back, the rain had started to fall harder, and as Kirara was almost back to normal, they all gathered their belongings and Kagome's things and headed out to find shelter from the storm and to rest up from their injuries.

A small cave provided suitable dry shelter and a supply of wood and some patient effort on Shippou's part got a warm fire going so that they could keep warm and prepare a small meal.

"Did you find anything, Inuyasha?" asked Miroku, who had regained consciousness just before Inuyasha came back from his inspection of the clearing. At this question, the hanyou removed the small cloth wrapped bundle of the broken talisman and laid it out for the others to inspect.

"Unfortunately, I could not follow Kagome's scent," he grumbled, angry at the helpless feeling he had at not being able to do something. "I found where she fell, and you were right Sango, she was injured. All I can be sure of, is that it was not life threatening. At least not unless it gets infected. But there was no trail to follow. It is like something, or someone, either masked her scent, or else they picked her up and flew away."

"Shimatta," he growled in anger, "To make matters worse, with this rain I can't even find a scent on the breeze." Letting his frustration and concern for Kagome get to him, he growled again, and slammed his fist into the ground.

"Patience Inuyasha," sighed Miroku calmly. "We are all worried about Kagome, but as you pointed out, as long as the rain continues, we will not be able to search for her. Besides, it will be dark soon, and even with the night approaching, we would be handicapped in such a search with no trail, even if it were not raining."

They all sat considering the situation, realizing that their were pretty much stuck until the rain passed. None of them were happy about it, but even Inuyasha had to admit that they were stuck for the moment. Besides, they had all suffered in one form or another from the fight, except for Shippou, and all needed at least a night's rest to recover from their injuries.

Miroku was looking over the shards of the broken talisman. It took but a few moments to arrange the few pieces to show the kanji that had once decorated the surface of the highly polished dark red stone. He frowned when he saw it, and turned to Inuyasha questioningly.

"Where did you find this, Inuyasha?" he asked.

"I am not completely sure," Inuyasha answered, his own curiosity taking over for the moment. "From where I found it, I think that it had something to do with why that youkai was invisible. It looked like Kagome's arrow must have hit it, and then hit the youkai. I figured that it was the reason why we were suddenly able to see him."

"I see," was the simple reply from Miroku. For a moment he closed his eyes, letting his spiritual senses focus on the talisman before him and quietly chanted. For a few moments, nothing seemed to occur, although the houshi did suddenly break out in a sweat, as strain became apparent on his face.

Suddenly a small, but definite scream could be heard throughout the small space and before anyone could jump to try to find where the blood chilling scream came from, the bits of the talisman began to dissolve. As it did, a black cloud of miasma arose from where the evil charm had once lain, forming for a few brief seconds, an almost skull like ghostly image before completely disappearing as though it had never been, taking the scream with it and leaving a Shikon no Kakkera in its place. As the scent of it filled the air, they all readily became aware of one thing.

"Naraku," they all exclaimed.

A moment later, Miroku seemed to collapse and would have if not for Sango having leaned over to support him.

"Houshi-sama," she spoke with obvious concern in her voice, "what happened? Are you alright?"

"Hai," he spoke, his voice a bit weak, "I just need a moment to recover. It was dark magic and powerful at that."

After a few moments, he recovered enough to sit on his own. For once, he seemed to be caught up in the events of the last few hours enough that he failed to take advantage of the close proximity of an enticing and inviting round of supple and hidden Taijiya flesh, to let his hand do its usual round of groping. Instead, he turned back to look at the spot where the talisman had once lain, and seemed to consider this latest bit of information.

"Apparently, Naraku is trying something new to get at us," spoke up Miroku. "That talisman was spelled to make the wearer invisible and apparently it also held a Shikon shard."

"Then Kagome must have broken it," spoke up Shippou, "when she shot at him. But how did she know where to shoot? How was she able to hear it? Why could she not sense the Shikon no Kakkera that it held?"

"From where I found that medallion, near Kagome's arrow," spoke up Inuyasha, "it looked like when she shot at him, the arrow pierced the talisman by chance, and then the youkai. A lucky, but good shot. As to why she could hear it, and none of the rest of us could, I do not know. It is even more puzzling that she was not able to detect the shard, yet that is exactly where her arrow hit."

"Now that I think about it, wasn't she the one who saw that last youkai we encountered before anyone else?" spoke up Miroku.

"Hai," spoke up Sango. "She saw it long before even Kirara did."

"There is certainly something unusual going on here," spoke up Miroku. "I wonder if it has to do with the Potion that we suspect she was given. Perhaps there is something more to this Potion than even the person who gave it to her is aware."

"You mean like some kind of unexpected side effect?" asked Shippou. He was being unusually quiet, but then he was worried about Kagome. So much had happened to her over the last couple of weeks, and he was scared for her. Who would want her like this? Who was it that was trying to take his friend. She had come to mean so much to him that in many ways she was more of a protective mother figure, than just a friend.

"Hai," spoke up Miroku. "but it remains to be seen whether it was a good or bad effect. For that matter, we may find that there are other effects that we have not yet noticed, or that have yet to occur. We should try to be more observant of any unusual behaviors or changes just in case."

"I suggest that we do what we can once the rain has stopped, to try to find Kagome," the houshi continued. "Once we do, we had better get back to Kaede-baa-chan's and see if we can learn more about this Potion. For now, we should all get some rest."

"I am not tired," groused Inuyasha, "I will take first watch."

"We are all concerned for Kagome, Inuyasha," spoke up Sango, as she gather the jewel shard and carefully stowed it in one of the many pockets of Kagome's backpack. It was too corrupt with evil for any of them to handle it for long, but until they could locate their friend, it could not be purified.

"Of course I am worried about her," he groused angrily, "Without her, there is no one who can detect the jewel shards."

"You know Inuyasha," spoke up Sango with anger in her voice, "it is your fault that she was injured this time, and taken."

He growled in rage at those words, and gave the Taijiya a threatening look.

"And pray tell," he spat back at her in his anger, "just how did I cause all this to happen?"

"It's simple Inuyasha," spoke up Shippou, angered at his behavior, "you ignored Kagome when she tried to tell you that there was danger nearby. You called her stupid and told her she was just imagining things. The way you treat her sometimes, makes me wonder why you hate her so. But had you not been the baka you usually are, she might not have gotten hurt or have been taken."

"Why you...." yelled the hanyou as he started to lunge for the kitsune. Before he could rise from the ground, however, he was met with the business end of a Shakoju and the working end of Hiraikotsu.

"What the hell was that for?" he groaned, rubbing his now throbbing head.

"Since Kagome is not here to defend him," said Sango, "we feel it necessary to fill in for her on this. She would not allow you to hurt Shippou, especially when all he did was tell you the truth. Had you not been so blind, and stupid, and listened to Kagome's warning, we all might have been together now, and had a few less injuries. But you are so hard headed where Kagome is concerned. Are you afraid that she might be good at something? Or are you not aware that a kind word can go a lot farther than hurtful ones? Do you really resent Kagome that much?"

The familiar question brought the hanyou up short, and instead of continuing to argue, he just sat back and scowled. They were right. Had he listened when Kagome said that she could hear something, they might have all faired better than they had. If he had listened to her warnings, she might not now be missing, possibly badly injured or worse.

Sighing sadly, he just hung his head and remained silent. It was going to be a long night, and it had only just begun.

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Despite the rain, the night was warm. Even after the rain had eased off, the humid warmth of a summer night still lingered strongly in the air. A few breaks in the clouds promised clear skies by morning. The light of the quarter moon shown brightly on the world below, its subtle light making the shifting flora glitter like jewels in the night.

The distant sad call of a lone ookami could be heard clearly over the land, and was soon joined by the roar of a raion, announcing the success of his night's hunting. The snort of a ojika calling to his herd added its sound to the music of the night, as did the wise old hooting of a lone fukurou. Various insects, frogs, toads, and other varied fauna of the night, blended their centuries old songs to the music that made the night a living, breathing thing.

To many it was music to be enjoyed, the different sounds bringing news to the listener. To others, the sounds were just noise. They were either there, or they were not. To still others, they were the stuff of nightmares that walked in the night, each carrying with it a story of horror, death, and danger. Regardless, it was the sounds that were completely natural to a world going about its business, unconcerned about the schemes, plots, and plans of those who could not truly appreciate their dark world. To those who could hear the news and stories of the music of this dark realm, the sounds brought the comfort of knowing that evil was not sitting on your door step waiting to pounce.

The waters of many streams, rivers, and brooks, added their own glitter to that shroud of jewels that the rain had cloaked the flora in. It too, added to the night's song with the soothing and gentle trickle that their passing caused. Following any one of them could lead to many places, people and things. No two led in the exact same direction, nor did they all lead to the same people, places, and things.

On this particular night, there was one particular spring. It was a cold, gently flowing, spring, who origins lie to some unknown place high in the mountains and wound its way through the darkness of the night, passing through forests, over rocks, around boulders, under bridges, but most importantly it passed by a very special and little known cave.

Oh, on the face of it, this cave didn't appear to be special. It did little to openly draw attention to itself, and in fact, few of any measurable intelligence even knew it existed or how to find it. For the most part, it could barely be reached by land. The thick undergrowth of the forest that surrounded it, left only one or two barely accessible animal trails available that even led to the small shelter. Those trails meandered through the thickest of the vegetation in the area, and only those who were almost desperate to reach the shelter of the cave would dare to travel to it on foot.

From the air, it was much easier to reach, although much more difficult to locate. The same thick vegetation that made foot travel near impossible, shrouded the small cave like a living cloak, almost hiding it from all who passed.

During the cold winter months, it was much easier to find. Not because the vegetation was more revealing, but because of the very special benefit that this cave held in its dark recesses. A small part of the spring flowed close enough to the mouth of the cave, to form a small pool just within the shelter of its overhang. From deep within the mountainous interior, another small spring flowed readily to meet the first one.

What made this spring special, was that it was a hot spring. One that was fed by waters heated to almost boiling, deep within the heart of the mountain of which the small cave was but a tiny part. In the cold weather, the billowing clouds of steam belched up from many cracks, crevasses, nooks, and crannies, all casting a warm mist over the area.

But during the hot summer months, the steam was not noticeable, or at least barely seen. What most tended to give the little cave away, was the warm, moist air that always wafted upwards from its mouth, casting a heated updraft just above its hidden location. Those with the ability to either scent the air from above, or to come across its updraft, were usually the ones that found the benefits and blessings of the little cave, and took advantage of its gift of a warm, soothing, and healing pool.

On this night, two such beings had done just that, both of which were still in residence in the small, but comfortable natural shelter, currently resting in each other's comforting embrace regaining their strength from recent events. To any who might have been suicidal enough to get sufficiently close to see the couple, they would have seen what appeared to be two inuyoukai taking advantage of the thick, soft layer of moss that graced the floor of the cave.

Although at the moment, both were resting comfortably, it could not be said that the male was not alert or aware of everything that was going on in the nearby area. He was a youth by appearance, and although even by youkai standards he was still young, he had seen the moon cycles of over three hundred years, and all of the experience that came with being the eldest son of a Great and Terrible Youkai Lord. He was powerful and strong, and though not as powerful as his late, great father, he was still a most formidable being. Even now, none existed that could match his strength, cunning, power, grace, and where he felt it was warranted, his ruthless and icy demeanor.

Although he would deny it to anyone, he was a most formidable being in other ways, as well. Ways that he tended to see as weakness, something that he hated to show with a passion. But the more primitive side of himself, while being the more ruthless side, also knew that he was wrong on this fact. For in truth he was a lost and lonely soul. One that had hungered for something for so long that he found that very craving to eat away at his sense of reason.

The pain of this craving had gotten worse over many long decades, and eventually he found it becoming unbearable to him. He could not understand what this strange desire was, it made no sense to him. He had vowed long ago, to not let his feelings or the desires of his body rule him. He had schooled himself sternly to keep all that he felt under tight restraint. The many heated arguments that he had, had with his father long ago, occasionally haunted him on long, cold and especially lonely nights.

But just as they had not fully made sense to him back then, they tended to still be cryptic to him now. Was he not stronger and more formidable without his feelings? Did not his father die, because he had allowed himself to feel? Were not the less violent of emotions just weakness? Weakness that your enemy always watched for to take advantage of? Or could he be wrong?

He had tried many things to ease this pain. Things that he was sure would make it go away. Although the pain seemed to settle around his stomach, he found that food was not the cure. Sometimes it would settle around lower regions, but even mating only partially helped. Allowing himself to find and take more pleasure in hunting, when he sought to satisfy his need for food, sometimes offered a bit of relief, but even it didn't fill that emptiness that screamed at him louder and louder to be filled.

Something was missing, and he had to figure out what or die trying. Having closed himself off to feelings for so long, he found that he could not analyze his craving with any kind of common sense or logic. If fact, it just defied all of the logic that he had come to expect of everything around him. All that he knew was that he needed to find the cure, even if it took him half of eternity to search for it.

Then he had come across a riddle that would lead him to the Great Fang of his father. For a short time, his desire to possess the blade that could kill a hundred youkai in one stroke, seemed to push the pain of his craving back, at least just a little. Or at least he thought it had, but he had been a fool to think so, as when he saw the strange, raven haired ningen that was traveling with his hanyou half brother, the craving had come back with such force as to almost be staggering.

Although he had not let it show, the strength of that pain was overwhelming enough to frighten him. For the first time since that one night all those centuries ago, he had not felt a fear like this. It was the fear of the unknown. A fear of still not understanding what was making him feel this way, or even what the feeling truly was. All that was certain, was that the sight and smell of his brother's wench seemed to pull at every sense he had when she was near. Something about her seemed to speak to this strange almost alien hunger that he felt, and for just the briefest of moments that emptiness inside felt less empty.

Although it was not apparent to that baka brother of his, the effects of being in her presence had overwhelmed him enough that he was distracted, and when they fought over the possession of his father's Great Fang, it had cost him dearly. On one level he wanted to blame it all on her, but in truth he knew that it was not her fault, but his own. He had let weakness take control of him and at a crucial moment he had lost his arm, an arm that he had spent the next five years trying to find either a way to replace, or to get vengeance against his brother for taking it from him.

He had even held it against her for awhile. After all, she was the one who had freed the sword from his father's grave, and then bestowed it upon his hanyou half brother. True, had she given it to him, he might have just killed them both and been done with them, but some small part of him knew that he would not have been able to do so, if the opportunity had been there.

Which each encounter of his brother and his unusual pack, he had found that the power and strength of the hunger inside seemed to grow to proportions that he had not thought possible. Now, however, he found that the pain of the hunger seemed to ease when she was near, but it would increase almost a thousand fold each time that he could not feel her presence.

When he had met Rin, and later revived her with Tenseiga, he had found that her presence seemed to also help fill that empty void within. He knew that Jaken would not understand this, and so had never said anything to him about why he had chosen to revive the girl. Nor had he ever bothered to explain to anyone the deep seated longing that seemed to haunt like no other. Rin's presence helped a lot, but even she didn't fill that empty place quite the same way that being near his brother's wench seemed to do.

All that he was sure of, was that he had to have her. She had begun haunting his every waking and sleeping moment over the last year and a half. It was the reason that he had finally come to the conclusion that possessing her was the cure to this horrible pain filled hunger that he felt. Only when she was near, did he feel like he could have peace from the craving and the pain. Only when he saw her, did he feel that he was whole, and with that thought in mind he had formed his plan and decided to find a way to get her to come to him, so that he could claim her.

It had taken over a year to both find and get his hands on the tools that he required, but he was nothing if not a patient Youkai. He had learned one thing in all of his three long centuries of life, and that was that if he was patient enough, all well laid plans would prove successful in the end. It had worked too, as his current situation proved, for here he was now holding his most treasured possession in his arms, and for the first time that he could remember, he felt complete. That long felt painful emptiness was gone and the craving was no longer there.

He had been right in his assumptions that she was the cure to the hunger that he had felt. She filled him in ways that he had not known possible, and the treasures that she offered seemed endless. Not only had she given him back the arm that he had lost to his brother, but she had given herself and had even had enough will to claim him as her own.

As he lay beside her resting form, comforted by her warmth and nearness, these memories and thoughts filled his mind. The recollection of all that he had gone through to reach this moment in time, only served to make him appreciate the tenshi in his arms all the more, and to finally give him some of the answers that he had so long sought.

He was still confused by it all, and there was much that he still tried to deny, even to himself. But at least he felt that he was gaining some understanding of why so many things seemed as though they were as they should be now. She had touched something deep within him, something that he had almost completely ignored, but now realized was an integral part of his very being. He was sure that he had touched a similar place in her as well, but until the effects that the Potion seemed to provide eventually either wore off, or if she some how dispelled them, he would not know for sure. On some level, he found the prospect of the possibility of her rejecting him, far too painful to even consider.

It was still hours before dawn arrived, the rain had passed and the clouds were now drifting lazily away. The stars added their jewel like tones to those that were rapidly fading from the glitter left behind on the flora below by the rain's nourishing touch. A gentle breeze wafted into the cave, caressing softly the cheek of the sleeping onna, disturbing her slumber and bringing consciousness back to her Potion shrouded mind.

Although the rain had stopped a little while before, Sesshoumaru had chosen to give Kagome the time to rest that he knew her body needed. He was grateful that her injury had not been life threatening, but it had bled quite a bit, and just the shock to her system would have been taxing on its own. The Potion sped things up, but still she needed a bit of time to just let her body recover.

In a never ending chain of surprises that she seemed to bring into his otherwise mundane life, he was amazed that their most recent joining had not been as frantic and driven as the previous two times that they had been together. Even more surprising, was that this time he had not lost his control to his Youkai. In fact, amazingly enough, he had felt as though they both had joined with her. He was fully aware and conscious of the pleasures that he had shared with her in this joining, but had also felt the strength and power of his beast along side him as both sides of himself had enjoyed the encounter.

As she stirred again, from the gentle caress of the night's breeze passing by, he was instantly and fully awake. Pulling her closer to him, he nuzzled his mark on her neck to soothe and comfort her as she became aware of her surroundings. They had remained joined at the hip all during the short sleep that she had needed, and with her first shifting movement, both let out groans of pleasure as the rush of fire raced through their eager and willing forms.

The groans only became louder and more passionate, as a little shifting of limbs, bending of knees, and sliding of bodies, permitted Sesshoumaru to move both himself and Kagome, until she was beneath him. Now leaning on his elbows and facing his mate, he looked at the face of his tenshi. She opened her eyes to look into his golden, lust glazed orbs, with her own blood red, equally lust glazed ones.

She raised up her head enough to nuzzle his chin, a soft pleading whimper escaping her lips, as the lustful desire in her growl increased. It was a message, a request, but one that he understood. She arched her hips up and ground into him, taking him deeper into her core, as she nipped at his chin. She trailed a string of small bites and kisses along his jaw and down to his throat. When she reached her mark on his neck, she eagerly ran her tongue over the hyper-sensitive area. The vibration of her growl heightened the spark of fire that raced through the contact and pulled a groan from his own lips.

Her actions were unexpected and he reveled in the sensations that he felt coursing through his veins. As his own lustful growl increased to match her own, she once more thrust herself up, this time hard, and at the same time she bit down into her mark on his neck. The action was so unexpected that the rush of fire that raced down his spine to his lower regions had him releasing more violently than he had ever done before.

A roar of blissful pleasure tore from his lips, as he found himself slamming almost involuntarily into her depths and sinking his own fangs into his own mark on her neck. As she felt his throbbing shaft pulsing in her hot and fiery depths, and his seed filling her writhing passage, she too released. Her own response was as violent and as strong as his, but muffled as she still kept her fangs locked in his flesh.

Both were panting heavily from the intensity and unexpectedness of their sudden release. The vibrations of their respective growls and their still buried fangs seemed to prolong the sensations like nothing they had ever experience before. After what seemed like a bliss filled eternity, their wave of passion eased and they both released the hold of their fangs.

On instinct they both licked the renewed marks clean of the bit of blood that trickled from them. Though slowly returning to normal, their breath was still short, but their purr like growls and the look of satisfaction on their faces showed how wonderful the experience was to each of them.

::My bitch is so hot...so good...:: ::Gggggrrrrrrr::

::My mate makes me feel so good...:: ::Gggggrrrrrrr::

He captured her lips in a heated kiss, pouring all of the passion, hunger, and pleasure that he felt into it. He wanted to show her just how much he desired her, and how much he treasured every moment that she was with him. She readily responded back, loving the way he made her feel, and growling her pleasure as she felt the fire once more begin to rush to her nether regions.

This time, it was his turn to nip a path along her jaw and down to his mark on her neck. He didn't stop there, however, as he continued the trail down her heated and sweat coated flesh to her breasts. He shifted his weight enough to free one hand and put it to good use massaging one of her lush mounds. As he rolled and pinched the hot flesh between his fingers and claws, he proceeded to devour its neighbor.

Soon she was loudly groaning and arching up into his hot and hungry mouth. The fire of the almost desperate need that he built in her, was rapidly climbing to new heights. His senses reeled as his fangs lightly pierced her skin, the scent of her passion heated blood, mixing with her spicy scent of arousal and racing to his own loins in a rush that soon had him harder than before.

Letting instinct take over, he rocked his hips forward, grinding hard into her hot core and pulling a growl of pleasure from her lips. Delighted with her response, he slowly pulled back, paused briefly and just when he knew she was about to whimper in protest, he rocked forward again. He repeated this, being sure to rock forward each time hard and deep, while grinding into her with each thrust.

He switched to suckling her other breast, never breaking the slow, teasing rhythm that he had set. The fire building in his own loins a pleasure to feel, was almost too slow even for his own control, but he was enjoying the sounds that his efforts were drawing from her. Even the look of passion on her face and the lust in her eyes was a picture of sensual beauty. One that he was enjoying as he continued to tease her with his efforts.

The fire in her own blood was boiling hotter than ever, and each excruciatingly slow thrust was keeping her hanging on the edge, the aching need in her belly almost screaming for release. She tried to find ways to make him lose control and force him to pound into her like there was no tomorrow, but he only growled in pleasure and held her firmly to the pace he had set.

::Onegai....::

::::GGgggrrrrr:: Tell me...ask...what does my mate want?::

Again, he paused not quite pulling completely out, but not pushing forward again. She whimpered her desire, trying in vain to push upward, but he kept her pinned beneath him by grabbing both of her hands in one of his and pinning them to the ground above her head, and his other hand holding down on her hips. He smirked at her as she squirmed and another whimper escaped her.

::I want to hear it...ask me...my mate...tell me...what do you want?:: ::GGgggrrrrr::

::Onegai...:: ::GGgggrrrrr::

More than anything he wanted to pound into her with all his might, and he didn't know how much longer he could control his own need. But he was enjoying teasing her, and making the wonderful sensual feeling that their actions were causing last as long as he could.

::Say it...let me hear you, my mate...ask...Now!:: ::GGgggrrrrr::

He smirked again, as she whined and whimpered her need. She wanted him to take her like he had on their previous encounters, hard, fast, and deep. But even with the Potions effects, she was still a strong willed individual and some small part of her didn't want to be completely submissive. Still, the pain of her need was stronger than her will to defy his request, and she found herself growling her plea for him to take her hard.

::Take me...Onegai...claim me again...harder...faster...onegai::

::As you wish...my hot, sweet, little bitch...:: ::GGgggrrrrr::

While he didn't pick up the speed much, at least not yet, he did set a steady rhythm of thrusting deep, and hard. Each time he pounded hard into her depths, he ground into her, in a hard semi-circular motion. He made sure that he ground against her swollen and highly sensitive bundle of nerves with each thrust, feeling how he was building the fire in her own loins, the intensity almost rivaling his own.

::Onegai...faster...::

She pleaded again with him to let go and take her hard and fast, the fire building in her nether regions begging to be allowed to let go. He could feel her need, as it rose to almost painful levels, his own not much better, but the sensual feelings that their actions were causing was a pleasure so intense that he wanted to drag it out as long as he thought that they could both stand.

The look of shear, lustful pleasure that glowed on her face, along with the rippling of her hot passage around his shaft, was more than clear evidence that she was as caught in the pleasure of their passion as he was. At that moment, she was the most beautiful, erotic looking feral creature that he had ever beheld, and his own passion was driven higher just at the knowledge that she was his.

::Hmmm! Hmmm! Hmmm! Hmmm! My sweet bitch...Ahhh!...Hai...So hot...so good...patience, my pet...soon...::

Still holding to a steady pace, he increased the speed of his thrusts into her deep, hot, tight depths and ground into her harder and harder. The hand that rested on her hip, keeping her pinned to the ground, slid sensually along the supple curve and down a graceful limb until he reached the back of her knee. Without slowing his rhythm or breaking his pace, he lifted the leg until it rested on his shoulder. With his next thrust into her hot, writhing passage, he ground harder than ever and began to pick up his pace feeling the last threads of his own control to hold back on his own impending peak finally beginning to slip away.

At the new angle, he was penetrating her writhing passage deeper and deeper, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside that soon sent her into wave after wave of orgasmic release with each thrust. She growled her pleasure brokenly, as she fought for air and her body shuddered with the intensity of the waves of fire passing through her.

::Hai...again...onegai...more...::

Between broken breaths, she continued to urge him to further increase his pace and to pound into her harder and harder. The nearly mind blowing waves of ecstasy that coursed through her body, were as intoxicating as they were pleasurable and welcome. Her growls of welcoming passion more than showed the pleasure that she felt at his actions, as she gave herself freely to the sensations.

Pounding harder and faster into her hot dripping depths, her writhing core sent wave after wave of pleasurable fire racing up his throbbing shaft and coursing through his blood. His own growls of heated passion were increasing to match hers with each thrust into her slick, clenching passage.

::Hai...Give you more...my sweet bitch...you feel so damn hot...::

His paced quickened even more, as the last threads of control left him. He pounded into her, burying his hardened, engorged shaft deeper and deeper into her tight passage. Both were growling almost continuously, panting out their hunger and need to reach that pinnacle of release that both were almost in pain with their efforts to achieve.

With a last powerful surge forward, he drove his throbbing shaft deep into her fiery depths. Her writhing passage clenched around him like a vice as she released with a growled scream of passion filled pleasure filling the small cave with the sounds of their joyous joining. Hard on the heels of her growl, was his own roar of triumph at once again laying claim to his chosen mate.

As both still writhed in their climax, their fangs lengthened and their lustful, hungering growls were broken only by the sinking of fangs into the necks of each other, as they both reclaimed their mating marks on each other's throats. The waves of heavenly release began to ease, and both licked clean their respective marks. Gentle kisses trailed along jaws to finally meet at still panting lips.

Once again, his treasure was in his arms, he had held her close, and lay his claim to her form. She had needed him, and he had been there for her, and he had helped her to heal. He provided for her, and she had given herself to him easily, openly. Now he only had to wait for her to give herself to him freely of her own will, not the will of one clouded by the effects of a Potion.

As he gazed into her still passion clouded, blood red, glowing eyes, he found a sense of contentment, and fulfillment that he could not remember having seen in those deep pools before. Even as he watched, the red left her eyes, and for a moment the beautiful, deep cerulean blue orbs that he remembered so well, were once again looking deep into his own soul.

It was as though something connected them suddenly, something that reached deep into their very souls. Something that tied them together with a force that could never be separated. For a moment he held his breath, sure that she had finally overridden the Potion's abilities to keep her free will on a tight leash and that she would fear him, and reject his presence and hate him for what he had done to her.

To his surprise, however, she sighed happily and pulled him closer, once more capturing his lips in a heated and hungry kiss. As his eyes widened in unexpected surprise, her eyes flashed and once more bled red. Had he imagined what he just saw? Did she really returned to her normal self? Had it been her free will that had shown through for just the briefest of moments, and accepted his advances without remorse or hatred?

The scents and sounds of the night, brought him back to his senses, reminding him that there was not much time left to this night. Soon, she would have to be returned to her companions, and that thoughtless and incompetent hanyou brother of his. He would need to leave her for just a few days, as he needed to finish patrolling his Lands. It was a task that needed to be done, even if he didn't want to leave her alone with his ignorant and blind sided brother. But he could not leave his Lands unguarded.

Yes, he had others that stood in guard of his borders and rich, prosperous lands, but he was never one to leave something so important to only his subordinates. Besides, by keeping his own regular patrols, he was ensured of always knowing first hand what was transpiring within his own borders.

He could, and would make sure that he finished quickly, and make sure that Jaken was tending to Rin's needs, safely in his fortress nearest to his half brother's forest. That should take no more than three days, and he would then return to find his mate and make sure that she was well. In the mean time, there was a little planning to do. Planning for the payback that Inuyasha must suffer for having failed by his own carelessness to heed Kagome's warning, and for letting her get hurt.

Hmmm! What would be appropriate. Something that would cause his little brother pain. Something that would let him know that he could not let Kagome come to harm and not pay for his lack of judgment and carelessness. Hmmm! Perhaps something with that dead bitch of his that he was always chasing after. Hmmm! Yes, that offered some possibilities that would do quite nicely.

"Come Kagome," he spoke to the tenshi still lying beneath him, as he lifted himself reluctantly away from her form. "It is time to leave. You need to get dressed, although you will need to wear your torn garments until we return you to your companions."

Now standing, she wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled against his chin. Her simple submissive act did more to touch his normally cold heart than he was willing to openly admit, and he found himself wrapping his own arms possessively and protectively around her small form.

"I don't want to go," she whispered, a small sob escaping her lips, "I want to stay here with you."

A soft almost purr like rumble emanated from his chest, soothing her and offering comfort. Though he would not say it out loud for fear of appearing weak, he didn't want to leave her behind. He knew that he would, after all he had to tend to his lands, but it still didn't make it any easier even promising himself that he would return in just a few days.

He had only spent three passion filled nights with her, and yet it was harder each time to let her go. Though he hated to admit it, his plan of causing his half breed, half brother pain, was rapidly taking a backseat to his desire to keep, protect, and stay with his mate. Was it just the urgings of his Youkai? No, he didn't believe so. While he admitted that his Youkai desired and claimed the Miko willingly, he had to admit that he also willingly claimed her. Never would he have thought that he could fall for any female, least of all a ningen. Ningen's were just filthy things, lowlife that were a plague upon this earth.

But then Rin had shown him that there was more to ningens that he had originally thought possible. She was bright, cheerful, resourceful, and brave, not just for a ningen, but for a child of her young years. She filled a void in his life that he had not realized was empty until she first appeared before him. Even when she had been beaten and dirty, she still did not smell like other ningens. Her scent was pleasant and often he found it soothing. Perhaps she was an exception.

But then, he recalled the first time that he had come across his hanyou brother and the young Miko. She had surprised him by standing up to him and not showing fear. Oh, there was fear about her, but it was not for herself, but for what was happening to Inuyasha. She had been the one to first figure out that the un-mother was not the onna that the youkai had taken the form of, and that it had been a trap to ensnare his brother and get the secret to his father's tomb.

Even in the tomb itself, after she had pulled the Great Fang from its resting place, he had been captivated by her quick wit, boldness, loyalty, and courage. She had fought against Jaken, stood up to him, the Lord of the Western Lands, without fear of him and had bestowed his father's great sword of power on his younger brother. It had angered him that she had, but at the same time he could not help but admire what the seemingly simple ningen had done.

He picked her up and carried her back into the warm waters of the nearby pool. He still could not afford for his brother to find out their little secret, too soon. The Potion's work was not yet complete. Once she was free of its effects and her own will kept her in his arms, he would out with the truth. For now, he had to make sure that his scent was cleaned off of her, and whatever lingered was masked and his mark on her neck hidden.

"Soon koishii," he said, the unaccustomed word feeling surprisingly natural to him in her presence. "Soon we will be able to stay together, but the time is not yet right. Come, we must finish quickly. I will return in a few days and call for you again."

Again she nuzzled his chin, returning his almost purr like rumble with one of her own. "Promise?" she asked, the longing more than apparent in her tone.

"Hai," he replied readily, "You never have to doubt this Sesshoumaru's word. I will return for you."

"Arigato," she sighed, as she let him go enough to start cleaning herself up.

"Why are you thanking me?" he asked, honestly curious as he gazed upon her petite form.

"For saving me," she said simply and quietly, as she let her gaze rise to meet his. Once again her eyes returned to their normal cerulean blue depths, and was it his imagination or did they bleed red just a little slower this time? She continued, "protecting me, caring for me, and wanting me."

This took him back in complete surprise. The seemingly simple reply, was anything but. It suggested that there was far more of her free will still unencumbered by the Potion than he had thought. What was with the changes in her eyes? Was she still able to fight the effects of the Potion? If that was the case, then why was she so accepting of what he had done to her? Should she not be resentful and angry?

Even though he had given her more of it just yesterday, not to mention that he had given it to her twice before, she still seemed on some level, to remain herself and in control of her ability to make her own choices. Could it be that on some level she had wanted him to begin with?

No, that could not be. It was not possible, especially with all of their past encounters when he had tried to kill the half breed, and harm those who traveled with him. She could not possibly have found him desirable, could she? It just didn't seem possible. Yet, it was obvious, and had been right from the start that she was powerful enough for her will to still show itself despite the strong magic of the Potion he had used.

Her indecision that first night, then her choice to gift him with his arm and mark him the second night, and this time she chose to express her gratitude for him allowing her to be with him. According to the old witch, she should not have been able to make such choices. Her mind should only be focused on one thing. She should not be able to think beyond being with him, and pleasuring him, and letting him have his way with her as he wished.

It would then gradually wear off, and in so doing leave him with a pliant mind that he could mold to his desire and eventually have her wanting him completely and no one else. He was sure, however that it would have taken far more time than had already passed. After all, it had hardly been more than a couple of weeks so far. Besides, the old witch had said that it could take several months for the Potion's permanent effects to take full effect.

Perhaps there was more to the Potion than the old witch had told him. It would bear checking out. Was there more that he should know about? Could there be potential danger to the one that he had chosen to give it to? What could the danger possibly be? He had to know. There were too many strange things going on here, and not one of them had he been warned about by the old witch.

Returning his attention to his mate for now, he helped her to bath in the pool. He was in no real hurry, there was still enough time to make sure that he got her back safely. The feel of the warm and soothing waters on their skin was as sensually delightful as the feel of her skin against his own. As she began to clean away the remainder of the blood and gore from the day before, he could not resist the urge to let his own hands run over her body as they shared the pool.

Kagome was cleaning her arms, and had just turned to start on her stomach and chest, when a pair of warm, softly caressing clawed hands made their way around her waist and up to her breasts. The feeling of his hands on her still sensitive flesh had her panting in seconds at the contact, and she leaned back against him, grinding herself into his nether regions. His aroused flesh slid easily and was welcomed along the folds of her backside and between her legs. As he rolled and pinched her nipples between his fingers, she reached an equally clawed hand down until she could feel the tip of his hyper-sensitive shaft as it poke from between her thighs.

As his lips found his mark on her neck, and his hands worked the mounds of rapidly heating flesh on her chest, he growled in almost pained hunger as her fingers caressed his own heated flesh between her thighs. His body responded with an involuntary, though not unwelcome thrust against her allowing his shaft to caress the sensitive and swollen treasures that lay hidden in her hot folds of flesh.

Feeling his need and hunger spread to her own quivering form, Kagome eased away from him, but only enough to find purchase on a nearby rock to lean forward against. Presenting her now exposed folds for welcome entrance by his almost painfully enlarged shaft, she growled lustfully back at him, as she looked at him over her shoulder.

He needed no further encouragement, as he stepped forward and thrust hard and deep into her hot, quivering depths. The feel of her surrounding his heated flesh spiraling the welcome lustful heat through his body like fuel to an undying fire. Growling his pleasure at his mate's willingness to offer herself to him, he set a hard and fast pace. She met his every thrust with equal fervor as both of their growls filled the small cave once more.

He leaned into her, pounding harder and harder, each thrust coming faster than the one before. He felt her losing the strength to hold herself in place, and gripped her hips with his claws, the action breaking skin and drawing blood. The heady scent of her passion heated blood, mixed once more with the scent of her arousal, and the intoxicating aroma carried his own desire into a painful hunger and aching need that drove him still harder into her hot core.

::Hai...ahhh!...more...again...harder::

Her growled words of inu were more than happily received and eagerly fulfilled. He could feel the signaling ripples of her tight passage that warned of her impending release and it only drove him to further increase his speed. He reached a hand down to her abdomen and applied just a little pressure. It shifted the angle of his thrusts into her writhing depths, allowing him to hit her sweet spot with each penetration.

As she threw back her head and roared her release, his own roar joined hers announcing to all within earshot of his conquest and her acceptance. He quickly leaned forward and bit down into his mark on her throat, savoring every drop of her sweet blood as it coated his tongue. Both leaned into the rock face, panting their pleasure and recovering from their most recent coupling.

"The more of you I have," Sesshoumaru found himself saying to the tenshi still trapped beneath him, "the more of you I find that I desire."

"The more of me that I give to you," Kagome's ready reply came, much to the Youkai Lord's delight and surprise, "the more of me that I wish to give to you."

Though still reluctant, both finally got cleaned up and dressed. Sesshoumaru made sure that the scent of himself on his mate was masked, and his mark on her neck once more cloaked. He gathered her into his arms, and the two made their way back to her group of companions. Dawn was still about an hour away.

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It had not taken much time for them to make their way back to the clearing where the battle had taken place, and with the scent of smoke gently floating on the breeze, it just took a moment longer for the Youkai Lord to find the cave where his brother and the others were camped for the night. The two landed above the cave, Sesshoumaru masked their scents and his own youki, and left Kagome there long enough to check out the situation so that he could ensure returning her without the others noticing his intrusion.

The Taijiya, houshi, and kitsune were sound asleep. The two ningen recovering from their injuries in the battle of the previous day, and the kit just tired from having been the only one able to treat their injuries the night before. The neko mononoke was curled up along side the Taijiya, asleep but alert to any perceived threat or danger approaching.

Inuyasha was sitting near the entrance to the cave, his eyes closed, but it was obvious from his scent that the hanyou was not asleep. His ears were almost non-stop twitching picking up every sound, showing his ready alertness to any potential threat that might be lurking nearby.

Before the hanyou had time to react or even notice a nearby presence, he suddenly slumped in seemingly sound sleep. Kirara's ears twitched, but nothing more.

Sesshoumaru quickly returned to Kagome. As she saw him return, she quickly wrapped her arms around his waist hugging him tightly. He engulfed her in his arms, returning the hug just as reluctant to part from his mate, as she was.

"I promise," softly rumbled Sesshoumaru, "my sweet bitch, that I will return in just a few days."

They stood like that for just a moment, and then he lifted her in his arms, and leaped lightly down to the cave entrance below. He looked carefully inside the cave, making sure that everything was clear, and then quietly took Kagome inside. He set her down, and watched as she quietly went to her oversized bag, and pulled out the odd futon that she seemed to always use at night. She unrolled it, and quietly crawled into it. It only took moments for her to fall fast asleep.

As he turned to leave the cave, he noticed that the neko mononoke was lying quietly as she had been when he first saw her, but watching his every move. She quietly twitched her ears, and blinked at him, as though sending a silent message. He returned her scrutiny with an almost invisible smirk, and a brief nod of his head. He then left the cave and headed off into the last remnants of the night, making his way to his fortress to check on his ward, and his lands.

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A few hours later, the excited cries of a small kitsune filled the cave where the shard hunters had spent the night. At first it was difficult to make out what the kit was excited about. As everyone pushed at their sleep fogged minds, it became apparent why Shippou was so excited. At the back of the small space, comfortably nestled in her sleeping bag, lay a sleeping Kagome, completely unconscious and unaware of the furor in the cave.

Inuyasha gained full alertness first, although he was surprised that he had been asleep at all, but refused to say anything to anyone about his slacking while on guard duty. As he took in their surroundings, the events of the day before rushed back into place and he quickly turned to see what Shippou was so excited about. Before he could ask, he saw for himself, and was almost instantly at the side of the little Miko.

"Sango," Inuyasha yelled, as he rushed to the young onna's side, "it's Kagome. She is here! Get over here and check her for those injuries that she got yesterday. Shippou, bring her first aid kit from her bag."

Sango, using her Hiraikotsu struggled to her feet and made her way quickly over to Inuyasha's side, and lowered herself to the floor of the cave beside him. She quietly pulled back the fold of the sleeping bag that covered Kagome, both expecting to see blood and a horrible gash on her body. They both gasped in surprise at the sight that greeted their eyes.

Miroku could not hold out on the suspense any more, and although his head ached from his own injury from the day before, he got up and made his way over to his friends to see what they were staring at. As he looked over their shoulders to see what they were staring at, he too gasped in surprise. Where it had been obvious that she had been seriously injured by the damage to her clothing, there was no sign of any injury to her body.

There was plenty of dried blood on her shirt and even her skirt. It was apparent that the injury had been from somewhere in the vicinity of her lower right hip, to her upper left side, ending somewhere near her left breast. The blood was old and long since dried, and there was no new stains of any kind showing on her sleeping bag. The skin that shown through the rents in her clothing was completely unblemished. There as not even a stain of blood on her skin to show that she was ever injured at all.

"From the looks of things," spoke of Sango, confusion and awe more than obvious in her tone, "we were right. She did suffer some kind of injury, and from the blood staining her clothes, it was serious, too."

"Hai," reply Miroku, just as confused as everyone else, "but how did it heal so fast? She is only ningen, after all. Such an injury should have barely done more than stop bleeding by now."

"I wonder where she disappeared to," spoke up Shippou, "and how and when did she get here?"

"I am going to scout around," spoke up Inuyasha, standing and making his way outside, "maybe I can pick up a trail or some clues as to who or what took her and brought her back."

Sango chased Miroku off to fetch water so that they could make breakfast, and with some help from Shippou, she changed Kagome's clothing. Through all of this, Kagome remained asleep, much like she had on two prior occasions. Sango and Shippou were both relieved that at least this time, she didn't have any kind of fever and her breathing seemed perfectly normal.

By the time she was finished, and had Kagome comfortably tucked back in again, Miroku had returned with water and the two of them began the task of getting breakfast going. Just as it was finished, and being served, Inuyasha returned from scouting the area to see what he could find. Everyone settled beside the fire, and looked to the hanyou for the latest news.

"The only place that I found anything at all," Inuyasha spoke in a puzzled tone, "was a trace of Kagome's scent in a spot where she apparently had stood for a few minutes. There was not a lot of it, but what was there was strong."

"You seem perplexed Inuyasha," spoke up Miroku, "what was it about the traces that was unusual?"

"It was their location," he replied in a confused tone, "and the unusual way that her scent smelled."

"Where were they, Inuyasha," spoke up Shippou, "and what do you mean 'unusual'?"

"The traces were on a spot up above this cave," he reply perplexed, "but I can't understand how she could have gotten up there. It can only be reached either by flying or by someone like me, who can jump that high. She had to be standing there in one place, for at least 10 minutes or so. But it was her scent that was the oddest part. It smelled almost like the blood of a youkai?!?!?"

"You mean," inquired Sango, "like she had the blood of a youkai on her? She might have had some blood on her from that youkai that we fought yesterday."

"Iie! I do not mean," Inuyasha answered, "that she had youkai blood on her, but that her own blood smell youkai, not ningen."

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Dictionary

Baka - Idiot

Chikushou - Beast, Brute, Damn

Doushite - Why

Fujo - Witch

Fukurou - Owl

Hanyou - Half Demon

Hiraikotsu - actually translates as 'Come Flying Skills' and is the name of Sango's boomerang

Houshi - Monk

Inu - Dog

Kazaana - Wind Void/Tunnel - Miroku's curse from Naraku

Kitsune - Fox Demon

Miko - Shrine Maiden

Mononoke - Animal Spirit - Kirara would be considered an mononoke as she has no human form

Neko - Cat

Ojika - Stag

Okaa-san - Mother

Onee - Older Sister

Onna - Woman

Raion - Lion

Sama - Lady or Lord - respectively

Shakoju - Staff - the one that Miroku carries and wields

Shimatta - Damn it

Shikon no Kakera - Shikon Shards

Shikon no Tama - Jewel of Four Souls

Taijiya - Demon Exterminator

Taiyoukai - Demon Lord

Tenshi - Angel

Tenseiga - Sacred Life Fang

Tetsusaiga - Iron Pulverizing Fang

Youkai - Demon

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