He ducked behind a tree just seconds before the object of his desire looked towards his hiding place. No, not hiding place. This one does not hide. I am merely observing, he thought to himself. His silvery hair fanned across his back reaching about his ankles and his tell-tale outfit had been replaced with a haori of black and blue with matching hamaka.
His perch was high up in the old tree giving him a perfect view of the small meadow, with its songbirds and wildflowers. But it was the old well he was watching over, making sure his prey does not disappear on him again. The last time she had he had almost lost his concentration on concealing his youkai from the nearby village and the hut that his half-brother lived in.
He had been her silent observer for the past ten years, since she had made her wish on the jewel. He admitted that he had no idea what wish she had made, but he did know that everyone that had been troubled by the long-dead spider hanyou had gotten something. His brother became full youkai and his wench came back to life but had lost her powers. The taijiya's family came back to life as well and her monk's hand had been healed and he married the demon-slayer. His own Rin had gotten a family, though it was only him. She had become an inu youkai so she could live longer.
The Shikon Miko though, did not appear to gain anything. The girl was surrounded by a halo of light right after the wish was made, but when the light died she was still just a young ningen onna. Hn, if she were ningen though, why did she not age?
I realized she did not age a decade ago when I left Rin to hunt and she was attacked by a youkai seeking revenge after this Sesshomaru. It was a fully grown ogre demon, much too strong for and ningen to take on, or so this Sesshomaru thought. When this one arrived, the girl, looking exactly the same, shot the beast with a holy arrow and slew it. She told me that she was passing through and had something for Rin and left. Out of curiosity this Sesshomaru followed her and so began this obsession.
He had been her protector, not just her silent observer. Many a stray demon had fallen to his blade because of her. A few ningen too. Hn, they were not even worthy enough to think of the onna. That privilege should be this Sesshomaru's alone. No one else is powerful enough. The half-breed is out of the picture now, having mated the undead wench. The ookami-prince needs to be dealt with still. An easily won battle I'm sure.
As Sesshomaru continued his inner-musings, he did not realize he had let his barrier slip marginally, just enough for her to sense. The Shikon Miko sighed; she wished he would just approach her instead of watching from a distance, as he had been doing for the last few months.
Kagome, finally fed up with this charade, nocked an arrow and aimed it at his hiding spot. It wouldn't kill him, she reasoned, just injure him a bit. It was devoid of any of her purification powers. It wasn't anything that she couldn't heal herself.
Quickly, she drew back her bowstring and fired.