Last time:
Lucy didn't know when she started paying, but soon she was dancing through the little field, playing her heart out. Fireflies danced around her and the grass leaned into her touch. The sun had set long ago, and underneath the moon, Lucy felt invincible. The music started to speed up, and she felt a new energy coursing through her veins. Her senses heightened, and she could feel the auras of everything in the area. That's when she saw him.
He was cold, calculating, and powerful. Lucy knew that he wasn't someone to mess with, but that was just tempting her to meet him. She stopped playing and sat down on the cool grass. "I know you're out there. If you're hiding because you're scary or if you're scared, it still doesn't matter. I will not draw your blood unless you give me proper reason." Said person growled at her statement. He was not scared he was just curious and wished not to be seen. Apparently this woman could see past his attempt to hide his scent and aura. He stepped out of the shadows and the woman smiled.
"I know who you are. You're Sesshomaru, right? I've heard a lot about you. Kagome tried to make you sound like one of those weird lunatics who kill everything they see. I knew she was wrong." She looked down. "I wanted to meet you sooner but 'Gome said that as long as I was in the mutt's group I wouldn't be able to see you without fighting you." She looked up to him and saw both irritation and pride when she mentioned Inuyasha and called him 'the mutt'. "I always wanted to meet someone similar to me."
He sat down next to her, shocked mostly but also confused. She said she was in his brother's group, and she also knew the miko. He felt like he should recognize the girl, but he could not remember her name.
"Tell me, wench, who you are and how you could be anything similar to this Sesshomaru." She looked at him.
"People would probably like you more if you didn't call them wench." She said quietly, forcing her memories down. "My name is Lucy. I had a family, well adopted family, I never knew my real parents. I was found at the doorstep of a young couple with only this bag," She showed him the black bag on her back. "and a note telling them that my name was Kareta Hana."
"Dead flower." He said with well-masked curiosity. "An interesting name."
She laughed. "You could say that. They decided that Lucy was a better name." she stopped smiling, her memories finally resurfacing. "My adopted parents hated me. Called me slut, whore, wench." Sesshomaru didn't miss the slight anger in her voice when she said this. "They beat me, treated me like trash. They eventually broke up, and by then I was eighteen and was living on my own. Sarah, my adopted mother, was pregnant but claimed that the baby was her new boyfriend's. They ended up going to the hospital to have the baby's blood tested." He could smell her tears, slowly streaking down her face. "Their car was hit, and-" she was shaking now, reliving he memory. She felt something around her, and looked to see Sesshomaru's moko-moko around her waist. She gripped it tightly, the daiyoukai's scent instantly calming her down. Said demon didn't know why he was doing this, but he knew that he couldn't see this woman in any more stress. After a few minutes of calming down, she spoke. "I didn't care about them. I was quite happy when they died." She took a deep breath. "It was the child, the only thing that I could have to love like family, that I cried over. It wasn't even born, yet I failed it. I failed my sibling, even if we weren't related. I haven't been truly happy ever since." She looked over and saw his missing arm. She reached over and plucked a string on her violin. She watched as his arm grew back to its original form. "For listening to my story. I've never trusted anyone like this before."
Sesshomaru didn't know how long they sat there, but eventually the wen- Lucy fell asleep against his moko-moko. He looked over to his new hand. He moved it around and was shocked to see that it was the same arm he had before Inuyasha cut it off.
'This girl could be useful.' Was the last thing he thought as he carefully picked up the girl and carried her bridal-style out of the clearing, making sure that her instrument was tucked safely away in her bag.
Unknown to him, two figures watched him, smiles gracing their faces.
