Need
Solitude, it never really bothered him. The vast landscape of his territory provided just that, the West was large, and villages were far in between. Being alone provided him the quiet he needed to think, strategize, hunt, but most of all it allowed him the time he needed to be one with his beast. He was a powerful Daiyouki, the feared Lord of the West and many things were demanded of him, but out in the wilderness of his lands while out on patrol he was able to truly enjoy the solitude that provided for so much needed peace.
That was until she came, her with her scent of fresh spring rain and her youthful spirit. Such naïve-ness that frustrated him to no end and a brave unmovable heart, so much conviction in such a small body. Such courage and determination he had never witnessed in any other of her kind, yet she defied him with blazing fire in those azure eyes of hers. Those orbs that trapped you in their abys with just a single glance and arouse with their pureness. She was young, a child not much older than Rin. Yet she possessed knowledge not of this time, knowledge he himself was not all familiar with. She was honorable and loyal not to mention powerful. A miko with so much untapped potential and yet she remained by the hanyo.
That wretched half-brother that soiled his father's blood by just existing. The fool needed the help of their father even beyond the grave to keep his demon side in check, such pathetic excuse of a brother he was. Yes, he himself had to admit that by underestimating the mutt had resulted in the loss of his arm, however upon further evaluation he deducted the fault laid with the miko, the mutt had just gotten lucky. She was the source of his power the key to unlocking the tetsusaiga from within the stone. And yet the hanyo did nothing but constantly compare her to the dead priestess that had pinned him to the tree. Funny how incredibly stupid and irrational he had been, calling it love and blaming his weakness on such sentiment. Such deplorable half-breed, a true embarrassment to their lineage.
Love such feeble emotion predicated in the inability of the humans to view themselves as weak. An emotion he himself had never experience and thus did not comprehend, the conflict of decisions made towards Rin were justified he was there to look and provide for her, she was his ward a responsibility, if you must dog demons are anything other but loyal. Yet the mere site of the mikos tear stricken face did a number on him, the uncontrollable desire to wrap his arms around her and help her forget her troubles baffled him.
She had intruded in on one of those moments of much needed solitude. Cheeks blazing from the heat of the day, hair a mess with pieces of what seemed and smelled to have been a wild berry bush. She seemed startled to have barged in on him like that, she was so distracted, she had not sensed him. And yet there was absolutely no scent of fear in her. She had respectfully apologized and promised to be on her way, yet for some unknown reasons to him he had asked her to stay. She talked he listened, she cried he watched, she laughed he remained as unaffected as before yet he had become intrigued, curious, inquisitive, puzzled on the mystery that was this human woman.
Their encounters had become more frequent, their conversations longer and his interest become much stronger. She was everything he stood against and more and yet he could not bring himself to stop. No amount of self-loathing would encourage him to stay away not even the constant run ins with the half breed mattered. She had embedded herself in his thoughts that she had become one with his thought process. She had affected him so that he was becoming the very thing he mocked, he cared, worried and even lost sleep for such a small fragile miko. She was becoming his everything and yet remained as his nothing. The inner conflict tearing him apart. His rational repeating what he already knew to be so she was HUMAN and a miko to boot, no wishing or hoping would change the fact and yet his beast rattled within his mental cage. Deciding to not follow in his fathers foots step he had maintained as much distance as possible during their temporary alliance and vowed to permanently erase her from his thoughts after the defeat of Naraku.
Yet events never came to pass, no matter how far he traveled or who warmed his bed thoughts of her remained. She was the very definition of a disease that had invaded his body like a cancer and no possible treatment would return him to normal. He had to find her. But how all trace of her had vanished after the filthy hanyo was finally destroyed. Her group had moved on with their lives and the half-breed mourned her as if she were dead. How was he to end this insatiable need for her when she was not even present, how was she to quench his thirst for her when he never tasted her?