It was a normal day. Well, as normal as it could be for demons and half-breeds. Ah-Un rested in the shade, eating grass and keeping close watch over Rin, who had Jaken out of breath after a game of tag. "I told you you couldn't catch me master Jaken!" Rin exclaimed merrily, skipping around him in victory. As for Sesshomaru, he was sitting in the trees above Ah-Un, off in his own little world. At time he would watch Rin happily play and run around, while occasionally sniffing the air for the slightest scent of a demon.
Inuyasha, Kagome, Sango, Miroku, Kilala, and Shippo had just arrived in another village. But as soon as they walked through the fields, Inuyasha scowled. Miroku noticed his expression and asked, "What's the problem, Inuyasha? You're lagging behind." Everyone stopped and turned to Inuyasha. He simply replied, "Sesshomaru".
Sango's P.O.V.
I walked alongside Miroku, who was carrying Shippo on his shoulder, while Kilala trotted beside me. I heard footsteps and turned around. Soon, everyone else did too. And out of the darkened forest, came Sesshomaru. Sword drawn, bloody, bruised, and weak. But he stood strong. But all of a sudden, his eyelids drooped a little, and he fell to the ground. Inuyasha ran over to him and placed two fingers on his neck, checking for a pulse. "He's alive, just unconscious" he said, sounding relieved. 'I know you care about your brother, and I know he cares about you' I thought. Kilala volunteered to carry Sesshomaru on her back. We then made our way to the village. Maybe Kaede can help him. No, I know she can help.