Invasive as the Wind
The blade was a swordsman's very soul. Sesshomaru occasionally speculated if he had one, but certainly his latest weapon was its manifestation. Tokijin was the gleaming seal of its wielder's equality and worth to Tetsusaiga. His superior handling of a mere ogre's fang cemented it – with one sullying aspect. Who had "allowed" him to have it?
"You may keep the blade," she'd said. Never had anyone dared address the Western Lord with such affronting equality. Or superiority. Poison talons shredded any opposition.
Then he thought of something else she'd uttered. "Such a fine-looking man." Sesshomaru had never considered his temporary form handsome. The greater forms of demons, especially daiyokai, stuck out like sore thumbs in the human world. Looking like he did allowed for a more innocuous presence.
Sesshomaru absently traced the mark on his forehead. Did she really think him attractive? Such blatant flattery! Did that woman even bother to refer to him with his proper title? Kagura, wasn't it?
A warm evening breeze swirled over Sesshomaru's fur, and he suppressed the urge to shudder. First his nose, now his mind –
Kagura is proving to be an invasive woman.
He breathed deeply, distracting himself with the night air. Sesshomaru's nose diligently studied the currents.
"Naraku's scent?"
"By 'Naraku,' you mean that scoundrel who's plotted so insolently against you in the past, my lord?"
"It is his scent," he mumbled to himself more than Jaken.
"And he was here?! How can you tell it's him?"
Sesshomaru caught the insinuation. Familiar winds violently kicked up, tossing the imp sky-high.
Doubtless, Naraku's smell is even more putrid and vile than –
"Yo! Sesshomaru!"
Hers.
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A/N: I'm trying to avoid reiterating what the series already covers, but such that the story still flows. So I have to play on interactions off-screen; hope I'm doing all right so far.
