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It comes at the same date every year but, still Yoshirou could never be ready for it. And she hated it. Yoshirou walked until she reached her destination. The same place she always hind in, a large forest; dark and creepy yes but it has always kept her safe from any intruders. Plus she could go in and out of it blindfolded.

There she stood before that lake, in the dark, cold evening of autumn. It well be frozen soon she must hurry in before it does. After placed all of her belongings under the root of the giant tree near the shore, while doing so Yoshirou begin to feel her body heat up. She no longer submitted to the cold night, but trembling in fears heat, panting for air. She slowly wiped away the sweat forming on her forehead and neck, trying to make her way to the lake as soon as possible. But every few steps she made was becoming harder and harder, as her legs try to root her to the ground.

"Must… reach… the… lake." She spoke as she forced her body to follow her command.

The lake was just inches away, but how long could she control herself, it seems to be getting worse every year. What if one day she blackout and then… she don't even want to think about it.

"Finally!" She shouted and quickly jumped into the lake.

There her high temperature body slowly returned to normal as she sank to the bottom. She would be in there for at least a month, suspended in animation that is until her father comes to wake her.

Elsewhere...

Standing on the edge of a cliff stood the lord of the western land himself, emotionless and silent as usual. But this night was different than any other, for his demon sense the presents of a female demon.

He tried his best to block out her intoxicating scent, but his demon blood is boiling, followed by his scarlet eyes. She is out there so where, in heat no less. Her scent, it's faint but, it doesn't make his body ach for hers any less. He slowly—painfully shut his eyes and pushed away the erotic images flowing through his mind.

"Who is this vile temptress that dare corrupt my thoughts?" Growling in rage he quickly searched for her.

His mind focus on her sent as he used his demon speed to find her. The question is what would he do when he does? He had finally reached the area in which the sent has materialized the most. The location appears to be a maze of deceased vegetation. The entire setting lay before the lord was, if not, ominous than mysterious. At first sight the scar can be easily mistaken for a grave site. The trees were the ones who mainly influenced this thought as they were dry, creaked, and gray with age. The dark roots imitate the image of thousands of disfigured fingers trying to reach out and escape their horrifying imprisonment.

Just ahead of the Sesshomaru was a patch of liquid, instead of stopping, he ventured farther. During the shot journey the demon had decided to kill the seductress than return to the campsite. But soon he realized the female was longer there, her sent it ended just above the lake.

The intent to kill disappearing from his mind, instead he stood there wondering what exactly happened to her. He took the few steps he needed to examine the scenery. Within a few seconds his brilliant mind figured out the plot. The female demon is resting in the lake. He decided it is best to exit the area. He would hold nothing against the female. He acknowledged the desire of this particular female. She did not want to mate with anyone and therefore was spending her ''time'' in this isolated area. The water's propose was to erase her sent and the cold chill was to help lower her temperature. And the forest maze was meant to confuse and positively keep intruders away.

Sesshomaru slightly nodded his head in approval, he admits to the intelligence of this female. She is resourceful and, if not looked into, might prove to be trouble in the near future to all those who oppose her.

'She well be a worthy opponent' he thought, if he would ever face her in a mental battle, but he figure he would probably never cross paths with her again and erase the idea.

Before the he was about to leave the shore of the lake his nose drove him to a slightly, different direction...

Months later...

Yoshirou awoken from her dreamless sleep. And surfaced to a ruthless sunlight burning her sensitive eyes. Blocking the killing sun with her hand, her head spun quickly.

'That's strange' she thought 'where's dad?'

Seeing as he was the one that is supposed to wake her up. Almost running she made it to land, heading straight for her bag she had buried earlier. Unearthing her bag, she pulled out a new kimono to change into. And continued pick through it for the food she had packed, while doing so she couldn't help but notice something was missing.

"Where is it, where is it..." She franticly chanted, ripping the bag to shreds with her claws.

She cannot believe this! She's been robed!

After Yoshirou was done screaming in pure anger for an hour, she stood there panting in frustration. She sat down trying to take deep breaths to calm herself, just like how her father taught her. When she fully relaxed she picked up her bag and sniffed it. It's faint but she could tell it is the scent of a demon – a dog demon to be precise…A male dog demon.

She sniffed it again. The scent is to clean to be a mountain bandit's, she figured it belongs to a noblemen of some sort.

'That's strange.' She thought 'Why would a nobleman steal a women's hair pin?'

She spilled out all she had onto the ground. Everything was still there, except for the one item.

"Lousy thief! He'd probably give it to his wife – or worse!" She shuddered in disgust, "A mistress!"

She hated home wreakers beyond all reasons…Especially after what had happened.

Yoshirou clenched her fist in rage and use your demon-speed to scale the area. She had to find it! The missing item was held very dear to her heart, for it belonged to her mother. If it were anything else she would not have cared so much….

While on the pursuit of the thief, Yoshirou suddenly smell the scent of blood, after a few sniffs she realized something – "DAD!"

And with that she completely changed directions and headed straight for the origin of the scent. Needless to say the area was vacated but she continued through the trail. It seemed undisturbed and with no trace of human activities at all. But the splashes of blood coated on the trunk of the trees told a different story.

"DAAAD!" She shrieked, bursting into tears.

Falling to her knees she silently weep while hugging the tree with the acidic blood of her father – acidic?

She looked up at the bit of blood and sniffed it

"Poison!" She shouted. "He was poison!"

After passing her lengthy stated of hysteria, Yoshirou composed herself and wiped away the tears and examine the tree. The blood was her father's and he was poisoned that much was clear. The stench was a dead giveaway. The blood was dried; it's been there for weeks. Upon close inspection Yoshirou concluded he was ambushed on his way to wake her up.

She knew he's not dead because the stench of the poison is weak and her father was strong enough to survive it. With a sigh of relief, she turned to the direction to where the thief's scent was and then to her father's. She didn't have to choose.

"Dad! Dad! Where are you?" Yoshirou shouted as she made her way into the abandon temple, with the faint scent of her father. She went stiff as she sensed the present of the person she least expect to see in Japan.

"How lovely is this? I, in the search for my father just happen to walk into the temple of Amida, the God of death." She said in mocking tone, laughing at the so obvious trap.

"Long time no see, dear child..." the rasped voice of an elderly woman echoed through the vast interior of the deserted shrine.

"Yes, yes it has..." Yoshirou spat back in disgusted.

In mere seconds the masked creature appeared before her eyes.

"My, my look as how much you've grown," The witch purred in a fake pleasant tone "Why, I remember the lasted time I saw you, you were this tall." She held her hand just above her knee.

"Oh yes!" Yoshirou imitate her tone of voice "and last I saw you, dad threw you into a pit of snakes and scorpions. I see it has done some wonders with that once crude face of yours."

Yoshirou elegantly pasted her hand in front of her mouth, giggling contentedly, gaining a hiss from the witch. But through her rude words and taunts Yoshirou couldn't help but think of such a shame it was…the witch was so beautiful...was.

If the witch wasn't she would have never attracted Yoshirou's father attention.

"Pretty little mouth you have there, just like your mother." the witch said coldly.

Satisfaction shone through the eye holes of the witch's mask as she saw Youshirou flinch at the mention of her mother.

"Oh? Where is she? That's right! Useless dust!"

Without a second word Yoshirou drew her Shang Gou, hooked sword, and leaped at her. The witch reacted by throwing talismans at the demon, blowing up the entire shrine. Landing on the center of a clearing Yoshirou swiftly surveied her surroundings. As before the witch's laughter surround the area making it difficult to determine her actual location. Yoshirou's eyes darted left and right, until she saw arrows flying towards her. With her agility she quickly dodged the string of arrows shot at her in every direction after another. Soon the arrows cease as the witch ran out of arrows.

Yoshirou reached into her bag tied to her sash and pulled out balls of poisonous gas. When the gas cleared Yoshirou knew she was gone, she must've inhaled her poisonous gas and retreated. The poison was meant to slowly kill her intended victim and also release a black trail wherever the victim went, so she could follow her.