Disclaimer: I do not own Sesshomaru, or the other characters, but I do own Seiya.

Note: This story is about Sesshomaru and one of my characters named Seiya. I just wanted to put in my own character because it was getting tiresome to keep reading about the ones that are given.

If you do not like the idea of having a different character than the ones given, please refrain from reading this story. I am writing it just for fun and I'm not trying to offend anyone. For those that do read it, enjoy!

Nothing Is Lost

I could feel him. Every person has a special aura to them, an aura that only I can sense. It's hard to define, but I feel their personality. For example, this certain individual has a calm and stoic personality. I can tell this by the way his aura feels. Of course there is only one person that I know of who has this particular aura. Too bad I'm too injured to greet him.

Out of the corner of my eye I see him walking along a forgotten path. His silver mane flows like a river in the slight breeze. His eyes, such beautiful golden depths, shine in the moonlight. Behind him a tired girl sleeps on the back of a two-headed dragon. And a small toad youkai holds the reins of the dragon, leading it along.

Each of their auras filter through me. I like the little girls the most. Hers is so full of life and happiness. My aura was said to be like that once. Of course now I would say it was dull and cold, the complete opposite of hers.

A few more feet and he will be directly beneath me. I wonder if he has sensed me. He has. An emotion flickers across his face. Though it was fast, I can easily decipher it. He is feeling curious. A smile spreads across my tired lips. If he doesn't notice my tails then he will surely notice the pool of blood that has gathered around the base of the tree. Earlier today I had managed to get involved in a fight. You would be amazed by the amount of damage a human is capable of. But being the demon I am I couldn't hurt them. It was after all a small group of humans that found me.

He has stopped in his walk. I can see him standing there. Though it is hard to see because of the branches, I can tell he is trying to figure out what lies up in this tree. I wonder if he has heard of my type before. Not many have. I am not widely known among demons. Of course I would suppose that to be a good thing.

He has now directed his attention to the branch I am lying on. I would move down to meet him, but I have lost too much blood. The funny thing is, is that I can easily heal myself. I just refuse not to. I guess it is because of the way my life has been going. I am amazed I have managed to live this long. But I would assume that my power has stopped many demons from destroying me. With him, however, I doubt that will be the situation. He would want to defeat me, only because I possess more power than him.

Oh boy, now he has joined me on the branch. I hope this thing can support this much weight. I feel him walking towards me. Maybe I should heal myself. Then I could at least have a good fight before I die. Unfortunately, I am more powerful than he is, so I can easily defeat him.

I can see his eyes now. His golden depths meet my piercing yellow gaze. Weird, he just stands there. If he was any other demon I would be dead, or absorbed, depending on the demon. Maybe he is taking in my appearance before he finishes me off. There's not much to take in. I have jet black hair that goes a little past my shoulders; some of it hangs on the sides of my face. I have sharp facial features but not to where I look like I am scared all the time. My eyes are a bright yellow; most wolf eyes are. Yes, that is the type of demon I am. But I reached six feet off the ground in my transformed state. I wear a white kimono that has been cut off at the hips. I also have black coverings on my thighs and arms, along with black corset type armor on my stomach. This is my normal appearance.

As he looks at me, I can only guess at what he's thinking. Half of my stomach armor is gone. I have five huge slash marks on my legs and arms, and the left side of my face is bloody from the head injury that refuses to stop bleeding. Now that I think about it, I wonder why I haven't been killed. I haven't put up my barrier and surely all this blood would have attracted demons. Now I get it, it is because of him. His powerful aura alone makes sure he is not disturbed.

Now he has closed the small distance between us. His face has turned from curious to disgust. Sometimes I curse my ability to read emotions. Well I didn't tell him to come up here. "If you are so disgusted by me then I suggest you leave." Wow, I meant for that to sound fierce. I couldn't scare a butterfly with how that sounded.

Not like it did any good anyway, he still continues to stare at me. I can't believe my final moments on this land have to be spent like this. Demons these days. I let out a frustrated sigh that sounds more like a rasping noise.

Finally, he is going to end my misery. He has drawn one of his swords. Now that I am looking, I have noticed that he is missing an arm. Hmm, I wonder how he lost it. Oh well, now's not the time to dwell on it. He has been gracious enough to end my life, seeing how these wounds can't seem to do the job.

Something is not right here though. I sense this sword is unable to kill. In fact, its aura is one of healing. Oh great, just what I need. Before I can make any kind of protest, he swipes the blade over my battered body. I give up, all I wanted was peace and what do I get? I can feel all the wounds closing and I feel my energy returning.

"For someone whose life was saved, you don't seem pleased." came the deep baritone voice of Sesshomaru.

"Maybe because I didn't want my life to be saved." I spat. I suppose my voice hasn't returned yet, because that sentence came out strained.

"You should be more grateful, I could kill you easily." retorted Sesshomaru.

If you say so almighty one I wanted to say that to him but what's the use. But what I should do is prove to him that he couldn't harm me even if he wanted to.

I think he was waiting for me to say something back. He has this expectant look on his face. I wonder why he is letting so many emotions play across his face. From what I've heard about him, the only emotion he shows is anger. Too bad, he is even more beautiful when he's curious.

I should probably leave, wouldn't want to disgust him further. I rise to my full height. This to him is only to his chin. My tails swish back and forth behind me. They were feeling a little bit cramped from sitting like that for so long.

He continues to stand there. You would think after he saved me he would leave. I know for a fact that he didn't do it willingly. His sword pulsed for him to heal me. This is quite sad really. For someone like him to be told what to do by his sword makes me want laugh, though I don't. Well better get going.

Maybe I shouldn't have thought about dying. I would miss all of my special abilities, for instance, my ability to move at the speed of light. Before he could register what happened, I was already thirty feet from the tree. I know he can move at a fast rate, but when I move you not only lose sight of me but my scent vanishes as well. That is probably why it took him a little bit to find me again.

I came to a stop near a stream. All of a sudden I felt very thirsty. I could feel him staring in my direction. I could also hear the toad youkai asking him what was wrong. I bet my hearing out does his as well. It's really quite funny. I think Sesshomaru has finally met his match.

I turn to face him. I can see him perfectly, even though it is pitch black outside. Once again he starts to stare at me. What is with the staring? Fine, if he wants to play games, let's see how well he can defend himself.

Before he can blink an eye I am at his throat. My claws fully extended and ready to puncture flesh. My ego boosts considerably when the look of fear crosses his face. But being the demon he is, he quickly puts his mask of indifference back on.

I know he wants to strike me; in fact, he is getting ready to do so. I can smell the poison dripping from his claws. But before he can move an inch I grab the poison-clad hand and I twist my body to throw him against a tree. I can feel my adrenaline pumping. Why waste the energy that has been restored to me? I fly at him again, this time not at my full speed.

He is up and prepared for another attack. This time I appear behind him and give him a swift kick to the back, again sending him colliding into a tree. By now the little girl has woken up and is cowering behind the dragon. The toad, who I have learned is called Jaken, is also cowering. I can sense confusion all over him. I suppose he is not used to seeing his master lose, especially losing to a female.

He probably hates me now. I beat him and now he is humiliated. Maybe, seeing as he is up and ready to fight again, I should let him get at least one hit in. Sesshomaru has now drawn one of his swords. This one holds immense power. Nothing I can't handle though. I let him charge at me. It feels like forever until he finally slices me. His speed is noticeably slower compared to my own.

Blood pours from my wound on my side. The sword cut me fairly deep. In fact I think I see bone. I look back up to see him standing a few feet off. Blood is dripping from his sword. He looks so smug; he actually thinks he has defeated me. This is quite amusing; I can't hold back the laughter this time.

Confusion radiates of off him in waves. I would be confused too if I were in his place. Most demons don't laugh hysterically when the have been injured, unless the injury drove them mad. In this case I am not mad, just amused at his antics. After I have calmed down I walk over to him. Black flames appear at my wound and it heals instantly.

"Thanks for the fight Sesshomaru, it was fun." I said.

Sesshomaru looks at me for a second then turns to leave. Before he does I pay him back for the fight.

"Before you go, I want to thank you for healing me and then giving me a very entertaining fight." I walk over to him and raise my hand to his body. Soon my black flames dance down his left sleeve, and in its place appears the arm that he has lost.

I don't know how he reacted to me healing him, but I didn't stay around to find out. When he realized what I had done I was already a mile away from him.

I hope you liked it. I need some reviews until I update Chapter 2. Thanks for reading!!