Xiaolian and Himawari had been walking for two days, drawing moderately nearer to their destination. Xiaolian stopped suddenly as she sensed people coming, she narrowed her eyes as her pointed ears twitched, shaking her square jade earrings in the process. People was coming and fast, Xiaolian's hands clutched her swords and turned to Himawari.
"Stay here. Do not move," Xiaolian ordered before she took off into the forest in the direction of the approaching group.
Himawari stood silently for only a moment before sighing in boredom and walking around in small circles. Himawari heard the light tip-taps of footsteps again, the same as the couple of days ago. It was the person who walked on their toes, the footsteps ceased and Himawari could only imagine that that person sat down. How odd, she thought, she'd never encountered a person who walked purely on their toes. Curiosity got the better of her and soon she was walking in the direction of the footsteps. She walked, brushing leaves out of her face during the whole time and amazingly enough she hadn't bumped into anything yet. Soon she knew she was upon a clearing and she could feel the weight of a person lying down on the ground beneath her feet.
"Hello?" Himawari called as she walked closer to the person. The body didn't say a word but she could clearly hear the steady breathing of the person. When Himawari knew she was standing above the person, she knelt down and sat on her knees by their side. The faint scent of fragrance assaulted Himawari's nose, this person smelled different, like the mist at the bottom of a waterfall. She knew that they were awake but she couldn't think of a reason that they wouldn't want to speak to her; they couldn't tell she was a hanyou just yet could they? Maybe the person was asleep; if that were the case then maybe she should just leave. Still, Himawari was compelled to reach out and touch the person, whoever they were, besides this and the little girl Rin she'd met days ago, she'd never met anyone that was outside of her family. She was terribly sheltered, her mother feared that people on the outside would hurt her because she was an hanyou, Mika even when to the extent of building tall walls around her mansion to keep uninvited guest out and Himawari in.
"I wonder who you are, I do not know you but I would like to I suspect," Himawari whispered more to herself. No one really spoke to others like this, but there was no way that Himawari could know this, she had no sense of socializing. Himawari sighed, for all she knew she was talking to someone who was asleep. She leaned over what she thought was the body and reached out her hand, only wanting to feel the heat radiating from the form. It was only then that Himawari was hit with the immensely powerful wall of demonic aura, this person was a youkai and they were so strong it made shivers run down Himawari's spine in fear. Now she knew this was a bad idea, but it seemed like it was too late for the youkai grabbed her wrist and squeezed causing her to cringe in pain.
Meanwhile: Xiaolian.
Xiaolian walked slowly as she came in first contact with the group of people, one hanyou, a kitsune, three humans and a cat. One was dressed in strange skimpy clothing and oddly enough she was pointing at Xiaolian.
"She's emitting a powerful demonic aura," the only human male said as he glared at her. "She has to be the one who destroyed the village," Xiaolian had no idea what village they were referring to, she and her sister hadn't cross through a village in weeks.
"I sense the presence of a shikon fragment coming from her but I can't find it," the one dressed in strange clothing said.
"Do not point that finger at me, human," Xiaolian hissed as she narrowed her eyes, the hanyou was the first to step up, obviously he did not like the way she'd talked to the woman but Xiaolian couldn't have cared less, she showed an insulting amount of flippancy that was enough to rile the hanyou.
"Mind if I point my finger at ya then? Hand over the shikon fragment and maybe I won't cut you in half," the hanyou threatened before he unsheathed his fang sword. Xiaolian scowled, this was a waste of her time. She had not shikon fragment and she had no desire to make this trip across this land any longer than it already was, if that meant avoiding fights then so be it.
"I don't have time for this," Xiaolian said before closing her eyes and turning her back on them preparing to head back to Himawari.
"Don't you turn your back on me!" the hanyou shouted before he swung his sword, Xiaolian didn't even flinch. Tigers were naturally stealthy and being a demon she inherited some of that power. One of her powers being able to make her body completely translucent, so Inuyasha's Wind Scar fazed right through her body. It was nothing new to her, she could do this since she was a mere child but she always was amused by the looks of shock from her opponents.
Xiaolian grabbed the hilts of her two swords, if he wanted to start a fight that she knew that she would finish then so be it.
"Fool! You should have counted your blessings when I turned my back on you," she hissed when she turned back around. The group looked like they'd recovered from there apparent shock and they looked like they were prepared to fight, this was fine with Xiaolian, their blood would mean nothing on her swords. Just as she were about to unsheathed her sword however, she heard a faint cry from Himawari. Shit. Mother would kill me if anything happened to her. Xiaolian sighed before once again turned her back on the group.
"Pitiful hanyou," she muttered before she was off within the blink of any eye. Inuyasha held a grudge immediately, of course he thought that she'd called him pitiful little did he know that to Xiaolian he was about as important or threatening as a small pebble stuck in the ridges on the bottom of her boot.
Himawari.
"You should have minded your own business,"
There were two things that Himawari was absolutely sure of now, one: that this demon that still held on to her wrist was a male, and two: everyone you came across was not necessarily friendly. This demon was awake, apparently he had been sleeping and Himawari with all her naive nosiness had woke him up and if she thought his demonic aura was intimidating while he was asleep then now that he was awake it was overbearing. It reminded her of her brother Tarou, it was common knowledge that he was the strongest of all her siblings, debatably the strongest tiger-demon even more so than their father (so she'd heard, she hasn't met the man) and this demon before fed of strength and power that was frightening.
"Forgive me for disturbing you; I merely wanted to meet someone new," Himawari replied softly as she averted her eyes from whom she was sure was looking at her. However he was right, she should have minded her own business.
Xiaolian arrived to see Himawari was being held by a demon in white. Xiaolian narrowed her eyes, and pulled out one of her swords and moved at high speeds to point the sword at the demon's throat. He seemed perfectly relaxed and why shouldn't he have been, Xiaolian was very much aware of how much power this demon was leaking off, but getting Himawari to Kaizou safely was a part of her assignment, and she had no intentions of failing her mother, she wouldn't hear the end of it for as long as she lived.
"Oi," Xiaolian started as she narrowed her eyes at him, "the hanyou belongs to me, release her," she demanded. He didn't even give her a glance before he was up and swinging his sword at her. Xiaolian thought fast, she'd pushed Himawari out of the way as soon as she was free and still had enough time to block his sword before pushing him back. This demon, however strong was just as physically intimidating. Standing an entire head taller than Xiaolian and two heads taller than Himawari it was clear that he looked the part of demon killer. Xiaolian was not afraid though, she was confident in her abilities and in her mind she could lay this demon out if she wanted to.
Soon swords were clashing again and Xiaolian was in a death grip with the demon known as Sesshomaru (though she didn't know it yet). Golden eyes met golden eyes as they stared at each other with murderous intent. Soon however, Xiaolian fazed through his sword and jumped back a distance from him. He narrowed his eyes, it wasn't the shocked expression she was used to but she had a hunch that his emotions were very well hidden, much like Xiaolian's.
"I don't have time for this, you miserable cur!" Xiaolian spat before she swung one sword and released a large wave of energy that had the power to level the forest and scar the earth. Sesshomaru stood on the defensive and surprisingly enough to Xiaolian; he completely cancelled out her wave with his Tokijin. Xiaolian glared at him and blew a breath out through the side of her mouth. "What a bother," she muttered before she charged back at him.
