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Kikyo's Servant
Chapter 2: Who is Kikyo's Servant?
It was the middle of the night, Sesshoumaru had been walking past a familiar route, a path that led to Inuyasha's forest. His golden eyes scanned the area closely, his nose had been picking up familiar scents all around.
"Kikyo...what has she gotten herself into?" Sesshoumaru gave a slight snort as he continued to walk. When fanally he reached the scent of mud and bones, he smirked and held his palm. Sesshoumaru had found the ability to heal Kikyo. He didn't understand why or how it worked, but he knew he could do it. Time after time the woman would come to him for a bit of healing, whether it had been from Miasma or battling the young Miko named Kagome.
"You better be grateful, Wench." The gleam of light appeared on his palm and then the poisons from his claws seeped onto the broken clay woman. She rose from the dead, again, but was not complete. She was a hallow vessle. "Of course, I saved this for you, Kikyo." A frown spread on his lips and he placed the jewel shard into her body. A small portion of a soul traveling from beyong the trees and entering her body. Kikyo let out a gasp and looked up at Sesshoumaru.
"I told you, I will be the one to kill Inuyasha." Sesshoumaru chuckled darkly and turned away from the Undead Miko.
"So it was you!" She exclaimed, pointing her pale, cold finger accusingly at the demon Lord.
"Of course, did you beleive I would actually let you take him to hell?" Again the Lord chuckled as he swung around on the balls of his heels. He walked up to her, pinning her to the tree he glared down at the woman. "Next time, Kikyo, make sure I'm with you." He released her then, her teeth clenched as she smoothed out her clothes. She snorted lightly and held her soul stealer.
"I don't think there will be a next time-"
"Of course not." The hooded child had jumped down from the branch in which she had perched herself on. With a chuckle from her she flipped back her hood to reveal a beautiful, pale face. Pitch black lochs fell to her shoulders in a 'v' from the back of her head. Her eyes were like ice, blue and pale, lifeless almost. "Listen, Miko. If you want a Servant, then you gotta pay them right. I saved you Kikyo. Don't forget it." The girl pressed her pale hands to her hips. She was wearing a short kimono, slits cut into the fabric by her talons. She wiggled her bare toes into the dirt and braced herself scencing an attack from the Miko. Indeed, the woman had strung her bow and was about to fire at the treacherous girl.
"I wouldn't try it, Wench. The girl is skilled, even though she can not see." Sesshoumaru chuckled watching the two wenches.
-With Inu and Cast-
"Inuyasha...Kagome..." Miroku tended to the two, Inuyasha, being a quick healer and recently having his soul back, had come back only moments earlier. But the concern at the moment was the Miasmic shards that were embedded into Kagome's throat. They couldn't remove them for fear they would harm her more. She was silent, her eyes had fallen closed but inside they moved quickly. Spastic, as if she were in a bad dream. Her body twitched in parts, mainly where the shards were. Another concern was the fact that the scar on her side, where the Shikon no Tama had once been now glowed ominously.
"I fear, she may have been cursed." Miroku sighed with regret as he told the group.
"But, she's been cursed before! She can fight it!" Inuyasha pouted, though his voice seemed hopeful the rest of his body wasn't. He caressed her hand lightly, kissing it lightly.
"We're so close...we need Kagome-Chan." Sango spoke through clenched teeth, her hands balled up so tightly that it seemed like she would soon break the skin and bleed herself to death. Her dark brown eyes turned to the side, watching as Shippo slept silently next to Kirara. Or so they had hoped they were, they were desperatly hoping the spell had worn off and if it hadn't then they would run away again.
