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Mystery Solved
The first time she met him his clothes were ragged, tattered and bloody, and he appeared to be asleep, but she knew even then. His hair was strewn about him in perfect haphazardness which oddly suited him. He hardly spoke, and when he did it was more often than not condescending and negative, still he couldn't hide from her. She just looked beyond and saw what he really was. She smiled when he tried to push her away, because she knew his secret.
For the first time in her young and tragic life her smiles were not forced; she bestowed them on him as eagerly and simply as the food she brought to him despite his protests.
It was short-lived happiness though, and soon enough she found herself running from ravenous wolves, her little legs trembling with the exertion of keeping her going and then it was all slow motion: her trip, her fall, the wolves coming closer and closer. Her last moments were spent calling out in her mind to a man whose name she did not know.
Seeing her motionless on the cold and bloody ground moved something in his frozen heart. It was not a sight he was unused to but he managed to find it terribly disturbing, and he did not know why. It irked him for it laid an insult to his perfection; therefore, he brought her back to life, for the sole purpose of fathoming what it was about her that had made him uncomfortable. Surely, when one is faced with something unknown they must explore it, was the reason he gave to himself. It was never a question of emotional debility, just mere curiosity and experimentation, naturally.
He felt the oddest sensation in the region of his chest when she turned sleepy eyes on him and smiled. This would be a fascinating experiment, indeed.
When she opened her eyes, he was there, as though summoned from the smoky depths of her prayers; seeing him in all his glory ascertained what she already knew, and she smiled.
"You should be thankful to Sesshoumaru-sama for saving your life, girl!"
Even his name sounded regal, and she smiled wider still before bowing and expressing her gratitude with simple, childish words. He began walking and she followed, elated when he did not tell her to stay behind. The more she thought about it, the more sense it made: he was aloof, and mysterious, but kind and protecting, his hair shone like moonlight and his eyes like the sun on a winter day, he had been there – the last person on her mind, and the first when she awoke – and then, he had graciously saved her life. There was certainly no mistake as to his identity.
Jaken, the little toad who seemed to be his vassal took it upon himself to inform her of Sesshoumaru-sama's greatness. She needed no such education for she knew he had to be a 'man' of grandeur, still she couldn't help but echo Jaken's words to him when he divulged his lord's nature:
"A...dog-demon?"
"That's right! Lord Sesshoumaru is son of the late Dog General, a great military force renowned throughout the demon world. Despite this, he has become great on his own terms and is without a doubt the greatest dog-demon and the most powerful..."
She tuned out after a while of listening to Jaken singing 'his' Sesshoumaru-sama's praises. She already knew how wonderful he was. She pondered the new information, though.
A dog-demon?
She peered carefully at the graceful silhouette in front of her, the snowy hair billowing gracefully in the wind, the refined hand peaking just below the sleeve of the haori he wore, the way he walked-almost floating, then she shook her head and giggled.
Dog-demon? Silly Jaken. Sesshoumaru-sama is an angel!
And content with her conclusion she started running.