A fateful encounter

Sesshomaru's Side - Curiosity

Sesshomaru had finally learned that his supposed sister-in-law was not from the feudal era but from the future. It sounded pretty far-fetched in his point of view but with all that had been going on, it seemed pretty normal. Sesshomaru was on his way back to the Western Lands after he visited Rin once again. 'It would have been better off if she stayed with me.' he thought to himself as he trudged alone in peace without his bumbling fool of a servant named Jaken.

His mind went back to how he had learned that Kagome wasn't from his time and how unnatural it felt to know… yet as he thought in his mind once more: it was pretty much natural. What if something like that happened to him? Yeah, get real. To actually fall in love with a useless human? One that may not have any powers at all like Rin? He'd always have to protect said human and that will just make him hate them even more than he could even bare. It was only because of Rin why he just might come to liking humans. That made him smirk. What the hell just crossed his mind? To be honest, maybe it was a good idea to leave Rin in that old Miko's village.

Having her around will give him strange feelings towards humans. Other humans. That's not who he was. He's nothing like his sorry excuse for a half-brother. He's the true demon. He doesn't need anyone or anything. Well, maybe his weapon and probably his servant. If he were anything like Inu-Yasha, he'd probably have fallen for Rin by now. 'Glad I'm not a hybrid like that useless Inu-Yasha.' He thought. He stopped walking and looked up at the clear blue sky, the sun beaming down upon his pale skin and a soft wind blows gently through his strands of silver hair.

If he were to be anything like his brother, he'd be curious to know what it might feel like to… fall in love. He looked straight ahead, his face blank- emotionless. No. He musn't think such weak thoughts. However, his curiosity wouldn't let up its tempting nudging. Could he love… anyone? Human, Demon? Man or woman? He wondered. He'd probably give into the temptation just to make his curiosity die out. That's the best solution.

Sesshomaru continued walking back to his home.

Squalo's Side - Confusion

Squalo clutched his heavy bleeding right arm. Standing before him was an ugly, grotesque demon. It raised its hand to strike him again. The hand stained with his blood. He had no idea how he got here- to this place. The male knew he was speaking with Xanxus and told him he had needed to take a nap. Ah. That could be it. It was all a dream, right? He'd even left his coffee to cool and drank it cold. He'll now make sure to drink his coffee hot… no milk anymore, two sugars. Once the demon, swiped at him, he did his best to dodge.

The pain was becoming unbearable for him. As much as he wanted to screech, he couldn't. He wasn't going to show this demon he was such a weakling. He is Squalo Suberbi, dammit. He let go of his arm and drew out his sword. First he was going to rid the demon of the hand that drew out his Varia blood.

"You fucking bastard!" He yelled at it, surprised he had found his voice and ran at it with his limp arm. The demon raised the same arm up yet again and lowered it down with a force that cracked the earth. Squalo jumped up, dodging it with a fierce look in his eyes and came down mightily with his sword and sliced off the arm clean. A smirk etched itself onto his face. Hm. He took off the arm when he said hand. Oh well. Either way, he's happy. He was preparing to cut off the other arm when a sharp pain struck him. It hurt so bad he could feel it in his neck.

Squalo's body was practically numb now and he had fallen to one knee now clutching his left arm again. He was awaiting to awaken from this foolish dream anytime now. He hoped Xanxus, Bel, hell-even Lussuria could wake him up. Had he prepared to die in his own dream? If it were a dream in fact? The beast was preparing to end the mere mortal in its sight and feast upon his flesh. It couldn't. Many arrows pierced its body and it fell to the floor dead.

Squalo looked where the arrows came from and saw people on horses riding up the path. Horses? What the fuck kinda dream was this? Hell, he isn't even going to drink coffee anymore. God, the mention of coffee will turn him off completely. A girl with long black hair, a ponytail tied to the side of her head stopped the closest to him. The others were way back behind in case they were attacked.

"Guys, this person is hurt," she said. "Let's get him medical attention."

"What I need is to get out of this fucking dream! Get away from me, woman!" He yelled surprisingly sounding as if he were okay. A low grunt escaped his lips and he removed his hand. He was losing blood and lots of it. The girl hopped off her horse, walked to him and squatted in front of him.

"You remind me of this guy I traveled with when I was younger. He always visits me." She told him. His eyes were wide but then turned unamused. Her hand yanked his face up to look at hers. Squalo bats her hand away from her.

"Don't touch… m-me." he says and curses silently for stuttering… for talking weakly.

The female stood up and turned around. "I said this person is hurt! What are you waiting for? Let's get him medical attention. Let's go, come on! Move it."

Two men on their horses rode forward feeling guilty for standing around not listening to her for the first time. She turned back to the guy. "Please call me Rin."

With that she hopped back onto her horse and the men helped Squalo onto the back of it. If this wasn't a dream, what was it? Certainly not reality. Though… if it weren't a dream nor reality… then what could it really be? Can't be a story… and it doesn't feel like a movie. He was giving into his mind defeated. There was no other conclusion.

It was reality and how he got there is a mystery.