Time after time

Prompt 1. planting the seeds

The samurai turned mercenaries' had a plan. A very simple one. This youkai was a pest to all humans everywhere.

Families, villages, JAPAN!, could be ruined because of these blasted youkai. And the pay was nice too.

So, now it was their mission to wipe them all out one by one.

Starting with the disgusting hybrid that had been seen wandering the nearby forests.


The fierce looking hybrid sat idly in a tree, a sleep-like state of meditation image presented to any who where near or passing.

However the youkai was sitting waiting for them to come. The humans. They always came. Was he truly to be blamed for his heritage?

Always looked upon with horror and shame because of the sins of the father? Like he cared…

A faint rustle could be heard in the vegetation to the left of his tree and the bushes directly in front of him.

Ready to pounce on the slumbering demon. Cowards, the hybrid though. All humans were cowards. And ignorant.

He readied himself for the oncoming attack and drew his sword after deftly dropping from his branch.

The mercenaries watched in horror at the speed of the demon slowly picking his way through them.

From the look in his eye he was enjoying himself.

Monsters all of them, rabid dogs in need of being put down.

That is what a youkai is.


Twelve. Twelve he had killed so far and approximately another 5 to go before he could once again enjoy the tranquillity only nature could offer.

In another part of the forest, he wasn't very fond of the smell of rotting corpses. Ningens, always inconveniencing him.

He flicked the blood dripping of his sword onto the grass and readied himself for the onslaught of more bloodshed.

He had never seen the monk hiding his aura and presence behind him ofuda in hand.

But he sure as hell felt the sword piercing his heart.


Another sigh escaped the small kitsune cuddling into his surrogate mothers chest as they continued to march forward through the thick undergrowth of the forest.

It was that dark in here, you could be forgiven for thinking that evening had arrived. They had been up since the sun made its way over the mountains and had yet to stop.

Well, excluding the usual pitstop to watch a flushed demon slayer to knock a hentai monk out soundly for his wandering hands.

That had been nearly 4 hours ago, and they had been travelling for about 3 before the usual incident occurred.

That stupid baka hanyou the little kit whispered in his mommas ear.

He loved making her giggle.


The laughter soon stopped as They all in turn banged into the hanyou who had stilled and turned his head sharply.

"A youkai." He had stated "And a lot of blood." He turned back around to continue on his course as soon as he deemed the invisible opponent to be off no danger.

The miko stood there clutching the kit in her arms before looking forward towards the hanyou to calculate their distance.

Putting the little fox down she grabbed her bow and arrows before telling him to go distract the hanyou marching on with authority.

As soon as the words left her mouth hundreds upon hundred of screaming mushrooms landed on the soon to be irate hanyou.

She took that as her cue to leave.


How long had he been stuck here? An hour, 2 at most? And vulnerable to boot.

Being stuck to the floor by a blasted sword slowly bleeding to death whilst not being able to move due to paralysis inducing ofudas was not a nice experience he decided.

What a horrid way to die, absolutely disgusting. A light whooshing of the grass alerted the hybrid to someone coming close by at an extremely fast pace.

This was it then.

And he couldn't even look his killer in the eye. A soft voice called out.

Even better, he was going to be killed by a ningen onna.

A task not even the female demons of his island of birth had managed to do when he was but a babe. Oh the irony.


The mikos head whipped around wildly as she scoured the high grass with her eyes. She couldn't see the body of anyone. A glint.

That wasn't a body but a…hilt? A sword hilt.

She moved towards it quickly as she slowed as she took in the scene in front of her.

Mangled bodies everywhere and there in the middle of them was the one body that still had all pieces attached. Had he killed them all?

But why would a youkai knowingly go for trouble in an area like this? It was farming land, no riches or wealth to be gained here.

And all the bodies, weapons where nearby as if they where attacking…

It had been an ambush.

Humans where now ambushing and killing seemingly peaceful demons.

A bitter taste entered her mouth and she moved hurriedly towards the body.


The hybrid laid there. Waiting patiently for death to arrive. How long did it take a ningen to walk a few metres anyways?

Oh, she was moving.

A rush of air on his right hand side meant that the onna was indeed kneeling beside him.

Why was she pressing her fingers at his neck?

And then he felt it. More of that damned holy energy. He was about to be purified.

The small lithe woman knelt by the demon and took in his features as she checked his vitals.

He was masculinity personified. Compact, but well defined muscle wise. Strong. Hair as thick and wild as fire, a refined face. Handsome.

She felt a pulse and decided it was now or never. She grabbed the hilt of the sword and yanked it as hard as she could.

After falling on her rump she moved up quickly and ripped material from the demons shirt and pressing it to his heart.

She needed to be calm for this to work, calm and focused. Spreading her other palm on top of the hand she was pressing down on his heart she allowed her powers to flow.

She could see it in her minds eye.

The blood moving backwards into the veins and arteries which them themselves seemed to stitch back up, the tissue of his heart melding back together, like a video on rewind.


If he could have growled at any moment in time the second the metal was wrenched free of his skin probably would have been it.

At least he was saved the dignity of looking pained in front of the ningen onna about to kill him.

A small bit of pride retained.

And then a warm feeling enveloped him, the ache in his chest getting less and less painful by the second.


She gingerly removed the soiled shirt from his chest before checking his wound to see if it had healed properly. He still wasn't budging an inch.

Surely she hadn't imagined that pulse. She had not just healed a corpse.

Again her fingers brushed over his neck searching for a pulse when she felt something that certainly was not skin on the back of his neck.

Twisting her head she saw a piece of paper that was in the process of dissolving.

An ofuda, only those with holy powers can use or remove them.

By the time she looked back towards his face her heart nearly burst from her chest when she found eyes that could put rubies to shame staring back at her.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked kindly. Concern overriding fear at the moment.

The demon had a sword sticking out of his chest just a second ago.

He grunted noncommittally before opening his dry mouth to grind out "Why?"

"Because you where in need of aid. What other reason would I need?"

He looked at her suspiciously and she stared it him curiously right back. What was left of his heart beat wildly in his chest as he took her in.

She was be-a ningen onna.

And Ningens where not to be trusted.

Regardless of their undeniable beauty. He looked at the hand thrust in his face with a raised brow.


"Forgive me for being so rude. Kagome. Higurashi Kagome."

He considered not answering but couldn't control the way his voice and lips shaped and pushed out a "Hiei" in her direction.

He was most uncomfortable.

" It's nice to meet you Hiei."

Kagome smiled.

Hiei forgot all about being uncomfortable. He forgot how to breath altogether.