Alright, so I managed to make a second chapter, not the best one, or do they have as much contact and time to know each other as the last. But still important I suppose, I'm still working out the details of how the third ties into the first one and this one, so bear with me. You lot are all going along with this at the same pace I am.

Another note: I'm happy to report that despite my thoughts of this being horrible, I have had plenty of views and even one review! (It doesn't seem like much, but hey, I wasn't expecting any at all to be honest.)

Anyway, this is the second installment. If you're confused, please just message or review saying you are and I'll try to explain it better to you.

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-TL S0nya

"My Lord, why are we going to visit the grave of some lowly human?" Jaken's annoying voice cut through the quiet morning air, unknowingly raising his Lord's anger. "I cannot imagine a dead human is worth your time." The Imp continued blissfully unaware of the cold anger that continued to grow in Sesshomaru with each word he said.

"Not to mention-"

"Jaken." Sesshomaru's cold voice cut off his tirade, making him glance up at his Lord and freeze at the fury emanating from the Demon Lord. "Y-yes, my Lord?" The imp stammered nervously, twisting his hands on the staff he held tightly.

"Be quiet." Jaken let out a breath of relief when he received no beating and followed after Sesshomaru once more at a greater distance this time. 'Something has been bothering my Lord this past week. If I didn't know any better I'd think he was in mourning.' Frowning in thought, Jaken folded his arms overtop the staff of two heads. 'But why would my Lord grieve for a simple human? Hardly worth his time!' Snorting to himself, he failed to notice Sesshomaru stopped, causing him to run into the back of his legs and fall onto the ground in an undignified heap.

"My Lord, why did we stop?" Scrambling to his feet, Jaken peered around the Demon Lord's legs to study the small crowd of people gathered near the edge of trees just outside of a village. Narrowing his eyes, he studied the people before gaping out loud. "My Lord, that looks to be a royal guard of sorts!" Looking up, he caught sight of Sesshomaru walking down the hill towards the group with his usual, gliding stride. "My Lord, wait for me!"

"Halt! You will come no closer to the Lady!" One of the guards barked out at the two demons that drew near. Several female attendants let out small cries of surprise and gathered around a well-dressed young woman in a Kimono made of blue silk dotted with small silver flowers. "My Lady, demons approach us from behind!" One whispered loudly, making the young woman look up from the gravestone she knelt in front of, her face hidden by a curtain of long, black hair.

"Stand down." A soft lyrical voice ordered, making the guards and females gathered turn to her with looks of surprise. "But, my Lady-"

"I ordered you to stand down, Captain. Or will you disobey a command from the Lady of the house?" The same musical voice demanded, a hard edge clearly heard under the light tones. "My Lady, it is my duty to protect you! We do not know the nature of this demon or what he desires."

A pale, slender hand appeared from the sleeve of her silk kimono, reaching up into her hair to pluck a deep blue flower from behind her ear to gently place in front of the gravestone before standing up and brushing the front of her clothes off. "You would do well to recognize the Lord Sesshomaru, Ruler of the Western Lands, who kindly allows us to live on peacefully."

Beside his Lord, Jaken puffed his chest up slightly in pride at the praise the young woman gave Sesshomaru, his yellow eyes closing in content as she turned to the attending women with her. "Come now, we shall leave so our Lord may have his peace at the grave as well."

"Miho." Sesshomaru's voice stopped the small procession, making the young Lady turn to face him with a gentle smile. "Yes, my Lord?" the Demon Lord stayed silent for a moment, simply studying the woman carefully then turned to look at the grave. "Did you know this woman?"

"Oh no, my Lord. She died before my birth, I am afraid." The young woman laughed gently behind a hand, her shocking (Haunting) Blue eyes sparkling with a (Painfully) Familiar glint of mischief. "Then why do you pay respects to a woman you do not know?" Sesshomaru asked quietly, his gaze never leaving the stone, his eyes tracing over the words carved into it carefully. "Her story is something of a legend in our village, my Lord."

"Legend?" He queried, finally turning to meet her gaze, ignoring the small flicker of recognition that tried to flare to life inside him. "Yes, it is said she befriended a young demon Lord that visited our village often near twenty years ago. They spent many days together in the woods that surround the area, the two of them speaking of things we can only imagine considering neither one ever spoke of what they discussed." The young woman turned to look at him fully, hands folded in front of her as she continued the story in a soft tone.

"They say she fell for this young Lord, but would never tell him because of his dismissal for humans in general. Her confusion as to why he continued to visit her was understandable, but she never questioned or worried about it, simply taking it for what it was: A gift for her to enjoy." Blue eyes closed as her voice hitched slightly at the end, a small shadow of sadness seemingly covering her face as the story continued.

"Then one day, a fire spread through the village, and the young Lord had been absent for days at a time. By sheer luck, or perhaps by the hand of Kami, he arrived shortly after the flames spread. Without thought for his own safety, he ran into the blaze, searching for this woman only to find the villagers had taken her to a nearby field to rest." Opening her eyes, the Lady stared at the grass in front of her, refusing to look up and meet Sesshomaru's eyes while she continued to speak.

"But he was too late, her wounds from saving the villagers that were trapped by flames or inside their homes were too great and she would soon die. Some say that those who were close enough to hear, heard her speak of a letter he had given her before he left for those days before the fire. And while no one knows what the letter said, they can only guess he had asked her to leave with him judging by her answer to it." Taking a deep breath, she raised her eyes finally to study his face with a sad smile on her lips, a small sheen of tears shining in her eyes.

"They say the young Lord held her hand until she passed, then closed her eyes and placed a kiss upon her brow before vanishing. No one saw him return to the village again." Her eyes drifted away from his amber gaze to the gravestone, the sad smile replaced by a wistful one instead. "Many of the villagers believed he fell in love with her but refused to admit it by the simple fact he wouldn't accept humans for anything that could stand equal to him. His folly ended with his greatest loss, I believe."

Her voice fell silent, leaving the area quiet save for the shifting of clothing and soft breathing from the crowd gathered around the young woman. "You visit a grave for a story?" Sesshomaru finally voiced, his gaze turning back to the grave once again, unable to look into the Lady's eyes any longer. "I like to believe the story, it gives me hope. If a Demon that hated humans could fall in love with one, then perhaps my dreams to find my own love are not so unattainable." She said gently, her head bowing forward slightly with a small smile on her face. "I would suspect a human's dream like mine would seem but a folly to you, my Lord. But I like to dream, even if they are only stories. They are happy stories either way."

"Your dreams are yours to obtain, Miho." Sesshomaru answered quietly, his voice carrying over to her on the gentle wind that blew her hair about, making the young woman lift her head and study him once more with a gentle smile. "Ah... Do you have dreams, my Lord?"

"Once, but no longer." Turning away from her, he knelt in front of the gravestone, a hand reaching out to brush over the name carved there, a single claw tracing the letters slowly. "Is the story the only reason you visit this grave?"

"I suppose it isn't..." She said quietly, turning to leave him alone, her guards and attending ladies following her dutifully. "We share the same name as well. Good day, my Lord. Safe travels."

Sesshomaru jerked his head up at her words only to see the group slowly descend over the hill and vanish from sight. 'Very well, Lord Sesshomaru. Safe Travels.' Her voice echoed in his mind, making his eyes shut tight against the memory then turn to face the grave once more and study the flower placed upon the grass in front of the stone.

Reaching into his sleeve, he produced the same flower and placed it gently beside the first, comparing them side to side and stood back up, his head turned in the direction the Lady Sonya had went with her attendees and guards.

' Sniffing the air slightly, Sesshomaru frowned at the basket she kept beside her where she sat leaning back on the grass, her head tipped back to study the sky above with a small smile on her face. "That basket, what do you have in it?"

"Hm? Oh!" Sonya smiled brightly and reached in to pull out a deep blue flower with the inner petals a soft white. "A flower? It has no medical purpose, why do you fill your basket with them?" He frowned, looking up from the plant in her hands to her face, studying the happy expression she held while studying the petals in front of her.

"They are my favorite flower. They remind me of a sky right after a thunderstorm passes. After the rain cleanses the air and washes away the filth on the earth below, and a rainbow stretches across the sky from end to end." Looking up at the sky while she spoke, Sonya reached up with both hands, holding them out to imitate the rainbow she saw in her mind. "It's colors shine brightly in the sunlight, it reminds me that no matter how hard or horrible things become, something wonderful is always waiting afterwards."

Turning to look over at Sesshomaru, she smiled happily, reaching over to place the flower in her hand behind his ear playfully. Growling slightly in warning at her, he reached up and plucked the flower from where she placed it and held it in his hand at eye level to study it. "Pointless thoughts, there is no reason behind a rainbow other than it is there." He pointed out roughly, his amber eyes darting over to catch a wistful smile on her face.

"That may be... Haven't you ever wanted something just because you liked it? Even if you thought you couldn't have this thing... You still want it, you admire it at a distance if you have to. But the desire to hold it, to bring it near is still there."

"You desire to hold a rainbow? Impossible, strange human." Sesshomaru snorted, leaning back against the tree once again, his eyes moving up to study the sky above. "Insufferable Demon." She shot back, earning an angry glare from him only to freeze at the playful smile she held. Eyes shut and head tipped back at an angle, she kicked her feet against the large rock she sat on. Feeling his anger drain at what she said, he let out a low sigh before standing.

"You're leaving?" Sonya's voice brought his attention back to her, amber eyes locking with blue as they studied each other. "I have things to do that do not involve you." He snorted, his attention shifting to the trees behind him, the hand with the flower held out in her direction. "Keep it."

Jerking back around, he eyed her incredulously. "What would I want with a useless flower?"

"Well, you may not have a use for it. But it's a gift, it may not be something bought for you, or even expensive. But isn't it normal to give someone a gift if you care for them?" Sonya asked happily, her same smile on her face making Sesshomaru blink slightly at her statement. "Hm." Turning around, she held the basket in front of her as she walked away from him in the direction of the village. "Safe travels, Lord Sesshomaru~!"

Staring after her until her form vanished into the shadows of the trees, the young Lord looked down at the flower still held in his hand before snorting slightly and tucking it securely away into the front of his kimono and walking off in the opposite direction she left in.'

Opening his eyes, Sesshomaru shook himself from the memory and turned to leave, ignoring Jaken as he followed dutifully behind, turning once to glance back at the grave with a small frown on his face. 'Why hasn't my Lord ever mentioned knowing this woman? I am his most trusted servant! Surely he would have mentioned her before now... Right?'

Facing forward once again, he hurried along, catching up with Sesshomaru to travel in silence once more.