InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Telling ❯ The Voyeur ( Chapter 3 )

He had followed the influx of power swiftly, but once he had arrived at its source, he began to think that for the first time in a very, very long time, he had made a mistake. Was this truly the spiritual strength he had been tracking? “Surely not.” He thought to himself with an indignant snort.

But there she was, the hanyou's miko, apparently in the middle of some sort of tantrum. Of all the things that he had imagined as being the source of the unearthly power, this was certainly the last thing he had expected to come upon. Golden eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance as he turned his back to take his leave of the pathetic scene. Suddenly, he found himself caught unaware as another blast of power radiated from behind him. Turning deftly, he realized that he was in fact not mistaken about the source, merely skeptical. The information that he had not made a mistake as he had previously presumed was not as comforting as it should have been.

“Stupid.” He heard the girl mutter to herself as she continued to stalk through the woods. He felt a twinge of anger at her words. Had she just called him stupid for his lack of belief? Shaking his head slightly, he told himself that there was no way that she could have possibly read his thoughts. She was after all, merely a human woman who by all appearances didn't even seem to know that she was being tailed by a powerful demon. There was simply no way her comments were directed at his person, despite the fact that she seemed to have a great amount of power at her disposal. And on that note, where had this power come from anyway? He had previously faced her many times in battle and he had not sensed anything of this magnitude within her. Yes, she had gotten off a few lucky shots with her bow, and indeed those arrows had been infused with holy powers, but never had she really posed a threat to him. In fact, the time that she had actually attempted to hit him, he had caught the arrow as though it were nothing and promptly dissolved it between his fingers. But the woman who walked before him was miles and away more powerful than that girl whom he had faced. Was it really that same human? Tilting his face upwards, he deeply inhaled her scent. There was no denying it; she was truly Inuyasha's miko. But what had happened to her to increase her abilities so? And was it possible that she didn't know the new strength that she now possessed?

Coming out of his thoughts, Sesshomaru finally noticed that he had lost sight of his quarry. Apparently she had yet to notice his aura and had continued her outburst through the forest. Quickly taking another deep breath to determine her direction, he set off again.

It seemed that this little human was deserving of more observation.
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When he came upon her again, she had stopped walking and her power had receded. Now she was standing calmly beside a spring. Before she could notice his approach, he concealed himself behind a large bush. He had to admit that the last thing he wanted was a fight with the miko in her current state. His personal mission may have been to battle with the most formidable of demons in the quest for ultimate power, but in this respect, the human was sorely lacking. Powerful, yes, but what would be the point of a battle with a creature that did not know of the strengths that it possessed? And the longer he observed her, the more certain he was of the fact that she was not aware of her power. He had decided to simply watch and wait. Sesshomaru knew how to bide his time.

He watched as the woman gazed at the spring and sighed in a resigned fashion. Then, to his surprise, she stepped out of her shoes. What was the little miko doing? Did she not understand that she was alone in a forest, completely exposed, in the dark of night? She was removing the shoes that she would need to run should she come under attack. “The woman is either very brave or quite stupid” he thought to himself as she began to remove her socks. But at her next gesture, all coherent thought ceased.

The little miko grabbed the lower edges of her shirt and swiftly pulled it over her head. The sight of her there, her upper body bare of everything but an odd contraption of lace covering her soft breasts caused the demon's eyes to widen and his breath to momentarily catch in his throat. Although he had barely spared her a passing glance on the battlefield, Sesshomaru had to admit that she did look lovely in the fading twilight. Her pale skin was flawless and her body appeared lithe and softly muscled. She was obviously in shape from her fighting with his half-breed brother, but not so toned as to lose any of her femininity. He stared as she turned her back to his place of concealment and reached her hands behind her to undo the clasps of her torso's remaining bond.

What was he doing? He was the Lord of the Western Lands, and he was admiring a human female? This would not continue. Although it had been longer than he could remember since he had rutted with a female, the thought of doing so with a human woman was beyond the bounds of tastefulness. Not only was she a human, but she was his brother's human, and he would never allow himself to desire something that the disgusting half-breed had surely claimed as his- especially no mere mortal girl. His father's fang had of course been different. No one had had a say in who that sword went to except his father and the idea that Inuyasha actually needed it to keep from killing everything in sight made his father's decision to leave it to the hanyou more palatable. Although everything about the entire situation rubbed Sesshomaru the wrong way, he had come to realize that besides his victories on the battlefield, his father had been a wise and compassionate man. It was a testament to his greatness that he had left his youngest son the great fang and saved him from a fate much worse than death, and for now, Sesshomaru could leave the situation as it lay. But why had his father left him the useless blade? What was he intended to do with a sword that could merely save lives and never take them? Narrowing his eyes, he remembered that it was the human in front of him that had initially caused him to lose the fang to the half-breed. And here she was, alone and vulnerable in so many ways, yet all he could think to do was admire her physical form? He should be killing her......

Drawn out of his homicidal thoughts by a soft rustling of fabric, Sesshomaru couldn't help but to once again lose himself in the picture before him. The woman had removed the ridiculously short article of clothing that she deigned to call a skirt and was left standing with only a tiny swath of fabric covering her backside. The sight of her wavy black locks caressing her bottom once again took Sesshomaru's breath away. Perhaps he should teach both the miko and his brother a lesson by taking her by force? That would certainly show them the wisdom of staying out of his way. With a soft “Hn.” he decided that he was, of course too honorable to take any female by force, human or not. But there was certainly something here, some advantage to what was happening that he could use to turn some things in his favor and show them the repercussions of inciting his wrath...... He had yet to collect all the pieces of this particular puzzle, but he would continue to observe until he did. And when that happened.....

He returned his thoughts to the present only to notice that the little miko had removed the last of her clothing and was wading into the warm water. He had only a moment to admire the round firmness of her backside before it was completely immersed. “A pity to have missed such a view” the taiyoukai thought to himself. He watched the girl move away from his location to the deeper parts of the spring, turn, and lower herself to a sitting position. Her aura absolutely screamed relaxation as she tilted her head back, closed her eyes and enjoyed the heat of the water as she soaked.

“Well, there are certainly less enjoyable things that this Sesshomaru could be surveilling” the taiyoukai thought to himself in a rare show of wry humor.