Disclaimer: I do not own Sesshomaru, but I do own Satomi.
Note: I did not write this story about Sesshomaru and Kagome. I added my own character. I wanted to test my writing skills plus this story has been bothering me, so I decided to write it.
If you don't like that I added my own character, please refrain from reading it. I would appreciate criticism and suggestions. If my story gets enough reviews, I will post a Sesshomaru and Kagome story.
A Rival, A Friend, or Someone To Love
Chapter 1
'What is wrong with this world? Why is it that every human, demon, or half demon I come across are filled with hatred and greed?' thought Satomi. Satomi was no ordinary demon. She didn't have an evil aura like Naraku did, nor did she despise others like most demons did. She was known as a Truth Demon.
Truth Demons are very rare nowadays. You would have to be very lucky to come across one. Most of her kind left this land. Many could not take the hatred that plagued this world. What makes Truth Demons so rare are their extraordinary powers. Not only are they readers of the soul, but they are in tune with everything. They know what one is feeling at any given moment. They can read the desires of the heart, along with the fears, wishes, and hopes. Satomi was rare among her kind. Her powers exceeded even the Great Dog Demon of the West. She was able to read everything about one's soul. Not to mention their every thought.
Satomi was feared and respected by all that knew her. Her powers were ones to desire. However, Satomi felt them as a burden at times. Most demons came after her ability to control anything. She could make a tree grow, a rock fly, and water dance. Her ability to control a demons actions, or a warrior's sword were what caused most of her battles. She was the type that never killed for fun. She hated killing, even if it was a horrible demon.
What confused her the most was why someone would want to possess her powers. Being attached to the emotions of another wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Satomi was connected with a person's emotions, and being a Truth Demon, those particular emotions were amplified.
Satomi was what you would call a peaceful demon. She was also a bit of a prankster. She relished in her ability to moved at the speed of light. No one could catch her movements, no matter how hard they focused. She was able to travel miles in a mere second.
Though Satomi was extremely powerful, she considered everyone her equal. That was the one thing that infuriated most demons.
Walking along a forgotten path deep within the woods, Satomi paused to view her reflection in a near by river. Long, snow white hair caught her attention first. Her hair traveled all the way down to her mid-calves. It flowed in the wind like a river and made her invisible in the winter.
Further down she saw her eyes. Piercing yellow eyes shown back at her. Eyes of a wolf. Every Truth Demon takes on a form of their choosing, or one that they inherit from their family. Satomi's was that of a wolf, a pure white wolf, just like her mother.
The next thing she noticed were her distinct markings that adorned her upper arms. Four white stripes made a pattern on both arms along with a set on her right ankle. Her clothing wasn't what women wore normally but was that of a fighter. A tight dark-blue fighter vest with black trimming covered her upper half, leaving an inch of stomach. For the bottom she wore a pair of black hakamas. (not sure if that's what they are called) She would have worn kimonos if it wasn't for the fact that she spent every waking hour in the wilderness.
Sighing again Satomi continued walking down her own path, for it had been abandoned long ago by travelers.