InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ Cat Fight ( Chapter 51 )

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Hizumeha and InuYasha watched him intently as he strode back to the camp. Daylight was lightening the sky enough that he could see their faces clearly enough from twenty feet away. The umayoukai was ever smiling and Sesshoumaru couldn't tell if it was because he had some dirty secret on him that he would go and tell Akanesuji or if he was getting his rocks off from the previous show.

 

He hated him.

 

Really.

 

Really.

 

Hated him.

 

He sat down not far from them “What do we do now?” InuYasha asked him, tapping his fingers impatiently under his sleeves.

 

“We go about our day and pretend like we don't see the attack coming. We have to be close to Naraku for him to send her. He wants us delayed.”

 

“We could split up. You deal with her while the rest of us hunt him down.”

 

“Agreed.”

 

“It will kill her,” InuYasha said, repeating words told him earlier in the evening.

 

“Would you kill your lover for the safety of your wife Kagome?” he asked the boy, giving him an answer in the form of a question. He had already been too open with him already on the subject and now in Hizumeha's presence he would once again become the cold and indifferent ruler.

 

InuYasha was discovering hard and fast that being Sesshoumaru was not as easy as it always looked. He nodded his head in understanding and tried to go back to sleep, but rest would not come at all.

 

Hizumeha continued to grin and snicker to himself to the point that Sesshoumaru started choking with his whip. “What is so damned funny?”

 

The horse grabbed at the whip around his neck. It wasn't tight, but it easily could be. InuYasha jumped up and backed away, crouching down low and waiting. Sesshoumaru wasn't killing him, but he wasn't being kind either. Who's side to choose?

 

“I'm just thinking about last night,” the horse confessed. “That's all.”

 

Sesshoumaru withdrew the whip and frowned. “You are a pervert.”

 

“Yes sir. I am.” Hezumeha rubbed his neck and smiled again. “Nice show this morning too.”

 

“Not a word to my wife.”

 

“And why not? I could have her back then.”

 

“Not when I tell her about you fucking the monk.” Sesshoumaru smirked. He knew the horse would not tattle when he had an equally valuable secret to hold.

 

“Miroku?” InuYasha gasp disgusted. He knew the monk was a wild man, but...woah...that meant Kuza, Hina, Hin, Hiza AND Hizumeha. He shivered.

 

“Enough,” Sesshoumaru said, low enough that all heard, but gruff enough for it to be taken seriously. “We do not need Sango to over hear any of this. She is still an innocent.”

 

Everyone nodded to each other in agreement and settled into silence. Hell, InuYasha thought himself an innocent too.

 

Sango tossed and turned, and Kirara held up her head to look at her. Kirara wished she could talk. Boy how she wished she could talk. Everyone ignored her, assumed she never heard a thing. She had so much dirt on people it wasn't funny. Poor Sango. Poor, poor mistress. If there was anything she could do to comfort her, she would. She nestled her nose into the girl's neck, her warm breath to help keep her from getting chilled again. The girl mumbled in her nightmares and tossed herself again, the men peeking over Kirara's back to look in on her in concern. Those stupid, baka men and their wandering penises. Sango deserved better.

 

“It's alright,” InuYasha said to the neko, rubbing her back and moving to her ear. “Sango will be alright with time.”

“You talk to her?” Sesshoumaru asked, looking at the cat a little harder.

 

“Well...yeah. She's not dumb. She just doesn't have a human form.”

 

“So her mind is strong, but her magic isn't?” Hizumeha asked, looking at the cat too.

 

Kirara tilted her head then nodded. She gave a little soft mew.

 

“And she's very old,” InuYasha added. “And very sweet.” He rubbed her under the chin and she began to purr and purr.

 

“I'd be careful if I were you,” the horse snickered. “Keep that up and she'll want you to mount her. Nekos need love too you know.”

 

“Pervert.”

 

“If you won't, I will.” Hezumeha slapped the cat on the ass and rubbed. “Pussy is pussy,” he joked.

 

Kirara opened her mouth like she was going to spit out a fur ball and made a hacking sound. The Neko didn't like horses at all. How insulting. They may have been her size, but they were always so...so herbivore. They never ate meat. Wussies.

 

InuYasha laughed, as did Hezumeha. He wasn't into cats anyway. Their tongues were rough, their claws hurt and they aways smelled like meat.

 

Sango sat up and rubbed her eyes. They were puffy and swollen. Looking around and focusing, she pushed the Moko-moko-sama off her and stood up. Kirara gave her a loving kitty nudge and she pet the cat and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

 

The men were standing talking amongst themselves, trying not to look like they had been watching her but they had. She went out to the woods and relived herself then came back and collected her things. She hopped up on the neko's back and they were off again.

 

It was when the heat of the noon day sun beat down on her black suit and her stomach started to ache from hunger that she finally asked for a break. Touching down in an open field they all took a rest while she dug through a napsack for food. She questioned if she had packed enough. Here it was, the next day and already she had gone though two rice cakes and some dried cuttlefish. From a waxed gourd she drank water. InuYasha, knowingly watching her thoughtful glances at the bottle told the others they would need to stop earlier tonight. Sango wouldn't be able to keep up at this break neck pace for more than a few days. A strong and skilled slayer she was, but human still. They all nodded in agreement.

 

The wind picked up and everyone drew together their backs in a protective ring. She was coming. Her smell was in the air. “What is it?” Sango whispered, falling into the circle because everyone else had. Years of working with InuYasha had trained her to read his body language. He would know smells and sounds quicker than she.

 

“Kagura,” the horse demon said in reply, extending his spear to point in the sky at a white feather. They all heard metal fans open and the scream of attack and like a troupe of well trained acrobats they split into the four cardinal quarters, leaving the small circle vacated.

 

Sango ran then dived into a roll, coming up to face in Kagura's direction and threw the giant boomerang. It knocked her off the feather as she focused on attacking Sesshoumaru. With grace the wind witch somersaulted and dove through the air, ever attracting, ever yelling. The boomerang returned and she estimated where the woman would land, making a dash for it.

 

“GO!” Sesshoumaru yelled to the men, giving them the signal to break and find Naraku. When Sango approached, the inuyoukai had parried Kagura's attacks and was steadily getting closer to her. “Follow the others!” he ordered Sango, but she would not. She understood they had a plan, but she would not partake in it. Instead she made a run for the wind witch, her weapon before her as a shield.

 

She got in close, but only because Kagura was distacted by the green whip pulling a fan out of her hand. With a hard hit, she smacked the woman in the back of the knees, pushing her down. throwing her weapon to the side, she jumped on her back and beat her with closed fists in the side of her face while her other hand pulled her hair. “Where is my brother!” she demanded, bruising the woman's face.

 

Sesshoumaru was not happy. With her down like this, it was not going to be clean. When he approached Kagura, he put his sword to her neck and motioned Sango to stop. “Where is the girl's brother?” he asked, cold as stone.

 

“I don't know.”

 

“You lie!” Sango began beating her again and again as Kagura tried to reach around and scratch at the slayer. With her fans gone and her feather far way, she was useless with inside attacks. “Tell me where Kohaku is!”

 

“I don't know. I swear!”

 

Sango took Kagura's right arm and twisted it back until she heard the shoulder dislocate. She put her other arm under her left knee and pinned her tight so that she could hurt her some more. Placing her thumbs into the pressure points below the ears and pressing hard, Sango smiled with gritted teeth. The woman screamed in intense pain, bucking backwards. Nothing Naraku had ever done to her prepared her for this.

 

Sesshoumaru was internally shocked though he would not show it. Sango wasn't as mild and gentle as he had always imagined her to be. When she wanted, she would show another meaner, crueler side of herself. Was this a truth that the monk knew? Sango lived for the challenge and the chase?

 

“I'll ask you one more time, where...is....my...brother?” Sango did it to her again, and the woman contorted into wracked spasms when she hit the pressure points again. Waves of migraine headache, combined with the feeling of spears though the body made her want to die.

 

“Kill me,” she begged when Sango let loose, only for her to do it to her again and again.

 

“Enough Sango.” the standing man said. “Clearly she does not know.”

 

“She knows. She had to know. She is tied to him. She is part of him. She knows.” Standing up from her she kicked her hard, turning her over. Kagura was covered in urine, tears and saliva. Her face hideously wrinkled in pain from shoulder to head. Sango kicked her again and Kagura's body moved two feet. Blood trickled from her mouth.

 

“Kill me.”

 

“No you bitch. I'm not going to give you what you want.” The demon slayer kicked her again, this time in the lower abdomen, doubling the wind witch over. “You give me my brother, and then I'll kill you.”

 

Sesshoumaru stopped her before she landed another kick into the woman's face. “Do not take out your anger at Miroku on this one.”

 

Sango took her arm back with a nod and ran to Kirara. She mounted quickly and took to the skies yelling the neko to go faster. If the wind woman did not know where her brother was, then the next best thing would be to catch up with the others and find Naraku himself. This left Sesshoumaru alone with the downed woman.

 

He stood above her motionless. All breezes had died and the air felt heavy around him. “Until we meet again, Kagura,” he said to her before taking to the air himself in a rapid ball of light. He hated to leave her there, but what else could he do?

 

She closed her eyes and rested knowing it had been good enough. She did not feel her heart choking under his magical grasp or her lungs starting to sear. Naraku would leave her alone to pick herself up and find her way back home somehow. She allowed unconsciousness take over.