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AN: I know there are probably a hundred and one of these by now but I just read the translation and this wouldn't leave me alone 'til I wrote it.
Wind
Sesshoumaru stood, his face impassive as he listened to Rin babbling at Jaken (and his attempts to shut her up) in the forest clearing behind him when out of the corner of his eye he glimpsed a flicker of white.
He turned towards it then moved off leisurely in the direction of the anomaly. "What is it Lord Sesshoumaru?" Jaken asked ingratiatingly from behind as he began to follow.
"Remain here with Rin." Sesshoumaru bit out increasing his speed and leaving the clearing behind. Stepping past the tree line he found himself near a cliff edge. Looking around he glanced down the cliff face then dismissed the sharp drop as inconsequential and tried to find what had caught his interest. He became very still when his eyes found what he was seeking as he recognised what had drawn him.
It was a feather.
Trapped in a spiny bush the white feather fluttered as if the wind attempted to free it. Reaching out with a steady hand Sesshoumaru gently untangled it, ignoring the small wounds inflicted upon his fingers from the razor sharp thorns and raised it to his nose. The scent was the same; very faint like the wind after a rainstorm overlain to the point of being nonexistent with the stink of Naraku's miasma. He smirked; certainly his brother never would have noticed it given how weak his sense of smell was.
The smirk faded as he drew the feather back to stare unseeingly at it. Roughly a month had passed since the day he had scented Naraku's miasma mingled with Kagura's blood. He had found her in a field of flowers bent over in pain as the poison ate its way through her. As he had moved forward her head had snapped up and a stunned expression had flooded her face. He remembered the bitterness that had overtaken her features when he'd told her he had been following the scent of miasma and how he had felt compelled to tell her he knew it was her. It galled him that Tenseiga had been unable, or unwilling to save her. They had spoken for a short time longer and she had smiled and become dust in the wind. All that had remained was the feather he now held, he had watched as it drifted in to the air and now it had found its way to him.
He studied the feather again as he was reminded of Kagura's smile, he still could not understand how despite the pain she was obviously in and the fact she was dying there had been absolutely no anger or sorrow in her expression, just contentment.
Sesshoumaru made a sound of disgust and once more dismissed the thoughts that had been plaguing him for the past month as he turned to join up with Rin and Jaken once more. However his hand was gentle as he tucked the feather within his kimono.