Hi! I'm danradgurl14! Well, uh, duh! (smacks head) I guess you'd know that. This is my first fanfic so I'm kinda nervous. Well, I hope I get some reviews, constructive criticism is okay, helps me think of ways to improve my writing for you. If you flame me I'll just ignore it. So go ahead and release your pent up anger and criticism, it's OK. Holding in your emotions is bad for your health. You must find ways to release the feelings… Um, ah that's enough. Sorry, kinda got carried away there. Hehe. Right, on with the writing!

Disclaimer: This is the hardest part of posting a story, (sniffles) I mean, I have to say that I don't own Inuyasha, and, and,(lip begins trembling) it's just so hard! (begins bawling like a baby) bwahhhhhhhh! It's not fair! (slaps self across face) um, ok, I'm better now. I think. Anyway, I-I-I don't… own Inuyasha! (begins crying again)

Summary: Kagome's different, and was banished from her home because of it. Now when she runs into trouble away from home, a great lord unexpectedly saves her! Sesshomaru and Kagome story! I suck at summaries so just read the story!

Waters of the Moon

Part one

Prologue

The loud crash of waves on the shore could be heard for miles as the rolling hills of water splashed onto the sand. There was little light, for the moon was only a thin crescent sliver, suspended in the velvety black sky among millions of twinkling stars.

In one place, the surf surged around a lone dark figure, bent over on the sand. Unfolding and standing up, the tall figure turned toward the sea, gazing at it longingly and shaking its head. Whirling around with a sudden decision, it shot into the forest surrounding the small beach, disappearing into the darkness.

Chapter one:

A pair of symmetrical golden eyes scanned the early morning horizon. Reds, yellows, oranges, and pinks melted together to form a breathtaking sight. Yet the eyes spared not one glance to the watercolor painting in the sky. Instead, they focused on a plume of smoke forming a black column in the star-fading sky.

A small breeze flirted with the lush green foliage and raised long silver strands of hair. As the breeze settled down, the hair slowly fell back into place, reluctant to cease its game with the wind. A single lock fell upon a spike connected to a breastplate of dark green armor.

Long, slender fingers, tipped with razor sharp claws, brushed past two red stripes on the cheek near an elegantly pointed ear, behind which, the stray lock was tucked.

Above the pair of relentless golden eyes, a dark purple crescent moon contrasted greatly with the pale skin of the young demon. His nose twitched as his left hand curled its thin appendages around the hilt of an old sword, bringing to life the two twisting red stripes upon his wrist.

Pushing off of the ground, his slipper-clad feet propelled him high into the bright blue heavens where he remained momentarily before descending to the ground in front of a small, blazing house.

"You killed my daughter you witch!"

"Why do you not fight back wench?"

Turning, he saw a small crowd jumbled around something, obviously a person, for whoever was in the middle was emitting painful screams. A small boy in the crowd turned toward him, and tugging a nearby man's sleeve urgently, cried with fear, "Another demon!" An old man turned around as well to inspect the boy's cry.

"Look! His forehead! It's Lord Sesshomaru! Run for your lives!"

With this outburst, the group of villagers scattered into the woods screaming at the top of their lungs, painfully piercing his acute ears. As the last of the villagers entered the forest, stumbling over themselves in their haste, he was able to see what they had been so passionately beating.

A young woman, bruised and scraped, lay in a crumpled heap on the dirt. What once was most likely a pure white gown now lay in tatters along her body. Long, waist-length raven-black hair was tangled into knots, while her sickly pale skin appeared to be drawn tight against her bones.

Stepping forward, Sesshomaru knelt down beside the woman and lifting her head in his hand, watched as her long eyelashes fluttered a bit before opening slightly and squeezing shut again. A painful groan emanated from her thin lips, and she brought her hand up to her forehead brushing her bangs away to reveal a long, deep, cut, which stretched from one side of her forehead to the other. Momentarily she cringed, and then opened her eyes all the way, revealing pale blue irises.

Surprisingly, the first words out of her mouth were not, "Thank you, my lord," or "Please spare me, my lord," but rather, "Please… do you have any water?"

Blinking back his surprise, Sesshomaru contemplated this a moment. Then, wondering to himself about the odd question, he decided to humor her.

Reaching into his kimono sleeve, he pulled out a small wineskin filled with water. Lifting it to her dry lips he squeezed gently and allowed water to flow freely into her parched mouth. The woman gulped it down greedily, but gratefully. Finally he pulled the wineskin away from her mouth and placed it back inside his sleeve.

As he looked back up, Sesshomaru mentally gasped. The woman that had appeared to be sick and beaten was gone and a beautiful creature sat in her place.

Her hair was darker and silkier; her skin had a pure and healthy glow and her lips were plump and pink. Her dress was purest white and mended perfectly. All the cuts on her body including the one on her forehead had disappeared, and her eyes had become the brightest blue that he had ever seen.

She smiled weakly at him before saying, finally, "Thank you, Lord Sesshomaru. But it was not quite enough water." As Sesshomaru sorted out his confusion at her words, the young woman began to stand up. She managed to rise a bit before wobbling on shaky legs and tumbling backwards.

Out of instinct, Sesshomaru's arms shot out and caught her before she could touch the ground. He held her shoulders while she faced away from him. Lifting her head up, she looked into his stoic facade and smiled warmly as a silent thank you.

Out of nowhere words suddenly formed on his lips. He had no idea why he was asking her this, or what made him do it, but Sesshomaru wanted to know who this beautiful creature was, where she came from, and what she was.

"Who are you?" he asked firmly.

(A/N: Hmmm… maybe I should leave you dangling here! Bwahahahahah-! (pelted with rotten food) ha… ha? Ok, fine. I'll type more. (wipes food off of face) Man is that disgusting! Now-Oh… wait a sec…(evil glint in eye) he, he…(slings food off hand onto angry reviewers) Hahahahaha! (evil sing-song voice) Oh! I'm sorry did I do that? I must have done it accidentally-on purpose!)

For a moment, the woman looked thoughtful, and then apparently deciding there was no harm in telling him said, "I am Higurashi, Kagome, my lord." She nodded her head in a small bow, for she was still supported by Sesshomaru's arms.

He set her on the ground, and reached in his sleeve again. Hesitating for a moment, he determined he could get more water later if he needed it. Pulling the wineskin fully out of his kimono, he handed Kagome the wineskin and let her drink the last of it.

Kneeling on the ground to wait, he breathed in deeply through his nose. The lovely fragrance of water lily's and Hindu lotus's entered his being filling him with a sense of peacefulness and joy. Something that Lord Sesshomaru of the Western Lands, had not felt in centuries.

"My lord?"

Returning to reality and banishing his memories to the back of his mind, he focused on who had addressed him. A wineskin was held out in front of him, and he looked at it curiously for a moment. Then remembering that it was his, he snatched it out of the slender fingers that were curled around the bag.

Kagome pulled her hand back as if offended and said sort of angrily, "Well, you didn't have to be so touchy, Mr. Impatient!" She crossed her arms over her chest in a final way and huffed.

Sesshomaru blinked. 'What the…?' Then standing up in an angry fury, he pinned the woman to the ground. "What happened to 'my lord'?" he snarled out threateningly.

Kagome wriggled beneath him and coughed as her air supply began diminishing. "You're …choking me..." She wheezed.

Suddenly, Sesshomaru was made airborne, soaring into the trees nearby, consequently frightening hidden villagers out of their hiding places. He twirled in the air so that he was upright, and landed for a split second on the grass. Then, as he pushed of the ground again, he fleetingly glimpsed Kagome brushing off her dress and standing tall.

Faster than light itself, he flew toward the young woman, and stretching out his razor-sharp fingers he lashed out at Kagome. Yet when he landed on what should have been the other side of her dead body, he smelled no blood. Sesshomaru could not feel the exhilarating sensation of killing, he couldn't feel her aura depleting, and he most definitely didn't hear her scream in agony.

"Tsk, tsk, my lord. You should be faster than that."

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