This chapter is dedicated to NiZuNaLoVeSyOu. She was wondering when it'd be posted, and it motivated me to post it ^_^

Even Demons Wear Jewelry, but not for Fashion

So here's something I learned, because you can't know everything all the time, his name is Sesshomaru. Last name's a bit iffy, but with a mouthful of a first name like that I doubt I'd be able to handle a last name. He didn't approve of Mr. Demon Lord and "requested" I use the name he gave me. Of course he had to stop calling me "Woman," so I think it all worked out.

But I like it, his name I mean. It's long and has more S's than Mississippi, I feel snake-ish when I say it and I have to be sure I don't mess it up when I do so I say it carefully. It probably sounds stupid when I say it, treading across every syllable with such care. Not that he actually answers me when I use it anyway. I like it though. There's something about it, beautiful like him.

I'm not a blind woman. I've killed some fine demons in my time, but this lord takes the whole freaking cake. There just are no words for him. Feelings though, there's plenty of that and I have to keep reminding myself that I'm a top-notch executioner and not some easily-swoon maiden.

But even us executioners want a bit of swooning now and again. I mean, the last time I even came close to swooning was when… Never mind.

Another thing I learned, since the world is big and I don't know everything, there's a little girl who travels with him and absolutely thinks the world of him. There's this toad-like creature, also, that serves him and calls him "Master" and everything. A damned annoying servant, but damned loyal too. Some days I wonder if Sesshomaru ever fantasizes about killing him. I've just met him and I think about it constantly.

Of course the toad doesn't like me much, and continuously deems it his responsibility to tell me so. At least he stopped calling me names. After he labeled me a "foul-smelling, stupid, human bitch" Sesshomaru let me strike the toad with my knife. He'll never be able to grow back the chunk in his ear I slice off.

I know he let me do it of course. That ugly word, I don't like. I don't tolerate it. And I most certainly do not let anyone call me by it. Sesshomaru seems to agree that the toad should not have called me that, or he would have stopped me from slicing at his ear. I could have killed him, though. Maybe Sesshomaru was testing me? Maybe he was testing my silver?

Also, I'm not allowed to do anything, and I mean anything, to the little girl. Sesshomaru finds her special. There's no obvious telling of his feelings, he's probably handled years of experience under his belt when it comes to hiding his affections of anything. Demon lords and all that jazz, what a friendly bunch. It's not like I would strike the child or yell at it or anything, but here's the thing: I don't like children.

They're loud and messy and so…so delicate. I don't do well around delicate things. We don't even own a single object made of glass cause of my dislike for everything fragile. It's a very good thing the little girl clings to Sesshomaru the way she does. Though, I do not like the curious glint in her eye when she looks my way.

Our journey was silent, the way I preferred them. After we got our names out of the way and regrouped with Sesshomaru's party, we set off for the Bone Eaters Well. For some reason the girl was happy to be heading this way, which bothered me a great deal. If the girl knew of the well she had to know about Kagome. And if she knew about Kagome, then of course Sesshomaru would know about her. Maybe they even met. Which would all mean that my little cousin has been far too involved with these devils.

Inuyasha I could tolerate. He appeared to actually care about Kagome, and being a halfer and all he was bound to human emotions other demons were not. So Inuyasha cared about Kagome, fair enough, but for Sesshomaru and Kagome to be in the same vicinity of one another set my teeth on edge and my blood to boil.

I saw how much good this place had done for Kagome, but it didn't outweigh the dangers and perils it put her through.

And who are you to decide what's best for Kagome?

Shut up, Conscious, no body likes you.

"We will camp here for tonight." Sesshomaru's voice drifted through my harsh thoughts. It was such an unjust thing for him to have such an enchanting voice. If it wasn't my soul-sworn duty to kill anything demonic, I wouldn't have minded spending more time with him. Provided he didn't try to kill me or anything.

And we're just going to cut that line of thinking right now.

"How much farther?" I asked as the toad and the girl set up a fire.

Sesshomaru no longer looks at me, probably because if he did he would remember the humiliation of my knife at this throat. A tiny pink scar marred his neck now; if you weren't looking for it you wouldn't have seen it. "Another day and night, at the very least."

I frowned at that. How did I get so far in such a short time? I mean, I know I couldn't run for a whole day straight, nothing can. So how did it happen?

The demons must have knocked you out. You found the jewel in your skin, right? They needed to take you to their den so they could properly cut it out of you. When they rushed into Sesshomaru's territory he killed them all. Their blood hid your scent. And now you are where you are.

Okay. Sure. Why not? Only… When did they knock me out? How did I let them do that?

"Is there somewhere I can wash this out?" I point to my shirt. We had come across a pond earlier in our travel and Sesshomaru waited while I rinsed the blood off my face and neck and arms. It was quick work and I wasn't sure if I even got it all out of my hair. No matter how short it is, you can still manage to get God knows what in your hair when killing nasties.

He nodded to his right, "There is a shallow river over that way." We leave it unsaid what should happen if I get into trouble while on my own. I tricked Sesshomaru into being my guide, not my bodyguard.

Without a thank you I walk away and moments later find the river he was talking about. It went about as high as my ankles and was so icy cold I almost screamed. Instead I slipped my tank off and shoved it down into the water.

It wasn't long before the sun set and the moon peaked around the tree tops to see what I was doing. Even though it didn't feel so long to me, it was really a couple of hours I sat there straining and washing and rubbing at the material. Black is the safest color to wear in my line of work. It can hide all manner of stains. It's just the stench I need to get rid of.

Before long I'm soaked and shivering in my haste to get rid of all that blood. As I try to clean it away I can still see the sight I woke up to this morning. My imagination was probably adding special affects because I could scarcely recall my hand ripping out a demon's windpipe. Impossible, of course, because of the denser skin I would never be able to do something so powerful. And downright scary if you ask me.

The more I try to push the thoughts away, the more my imagination picks up. Bright silver cleaving heads and sharp claws severing arteries. It isn't glorious. It isn't pretty. I don't feel powerful or better or safe.

I gather myself out of the water sluggishly. When I found the bank I threw my sorry mess of clothing away from me. The very thought of all that blood, staining my skin, caking on my flesh, It gave me goosebumps, set my heart pounding, and left me feeling paranoid to the ninth degree.

I'm not squeamish or anything but that isn't natural, even for my life.

Several deep breathes, for about ten minutes, and I feel like a can get back up when a sturdy presence brings me back. I sit with my back to the river in my underwear while Sesshomaru stares at me. His gold eyes seem to glow in the dark. My tank and jeans are somewhere to my side, drenched and horribly cold, but I can't bring myself to conjure up a bit of decency.

Those captivating gold eyes of his pin me down like lead weights. Only far less comfortable.

My arms wrap around my torso as I ask, "What is it?" Yeah, I'm blushing. I know it because my face is the hottest part of my body right now.

His movements are graceful, like he's floating towards me. When I have to crane my neck to keep eye contact, he throws something soft and warm at me. It blinds me for a moment and I think Dammit, now he's going to kill me.

But it's only a blanket.

Covered and modest to a degree I watch him turn around and walk back into the trees. I stare at my soaked clothes, not going to put them on anytime soon.

With them hanging by the fire they should dry faster. At least the blanket covers me completely. Maybe it belongs to Sesshomaru. Something about the denser skin cells also makes most demons immune to the weather somewhat. Maybe a demon lord would have no use for a blanket. But if that were the case, why would he have one to begin with?

I glanced at the sleeping child. She was safely bundled against the cold in her own fine blanket. The toad didn't seem to need one as he slept freely of anything. Frowning I stared at my guide. He didn't seem like the type to take humiliation in stride. Nor did he appear like he cared what my business was with the well.

He has his own agenda with the well. That's safe. Demons always have their own agendas. They follow the basics of Me and Mine, an old understanding between humans and demons. It's older than America so maybe it's something that can be applied to Sesshomaru's breed.

Vaguely he reminded me of Inuyasha. Not by attitudes, certainly not. But there were minor similarities between the two. Their long silver hair, for instance. I had never seen such fine hair on any demon before. Their eyes were the same color, but what did that truly tell me? I frowned harder. It was too hard to comprehend. Not that it matter what his breed was.

Doesn't it matter? Not all humans are the same, how can you claim that all demons are? Hypocrite.

Shut up, Conscious, no one asked you.

"It would be best if you sleep while you can. I do not plan on making any stops tomorrow." Sesshomaru said, his eyes still closed and his breathing still mild. I huffed and shuffled against the tree trunk I was against, just out of his reach and more due to his speed.

The two long knives usually strapped to my back where at my side, within easy reach if need be. Though they probably wouldn't do much if Sesshomaru really got serious against me, it was more for a matter of comfort. I was sure he noticed my human comforts.

It took an hour tops before I really feel asleep. The last thing I saw I'm certain was Sesshomaru watching me.

Hiking for hours through a begotten forest in the middle of summer is not fun. I'm not out of shape, I don't hate the outdoors, exercising is good for the soul, and all that jazz. It's just not a blast. It's more like a chore. You have to do it even though you don't want to. Whether it's boring, tedious, repetitive, or just grates on your nerves, it must be done.

Sesshomaru tells me this is the fastest way to the Bone Eaters Well. So this is what must be done. I just don't like it. The toad is like a bee buzzing by my ear, annoying and probably considering stinging me if I try to swat at it. The girl, in all her childish excitement, stays close to Sesshomaru while eyeing me in that curious way children do.

It makes my mouth go dry. I wish she was at the very least wary of me.

But after several hours of the same thing, hiking in utter silence, my guide stops. It's fleeting and if I had not glued my eyes to his back I would have missed it. His head tilts ever so slightly to one side, listening to something I cannot hear. Then he addresses the toad demon, "You will look after Rin and our guest."

Of course I don't like somebody making decisions for me even less than being told what to do. I know, I'm difficult. So I huff at him, "I'm going with you" while at the same time the child squeaks "Yes Lord Sesshomaru." I don't trust the toad as far as I can throw him. It would be smarter to stay with them though; Sesshomaru would not leave the child alone in the woods so he would eventually come back.

But if something caught a demon lord's attention I wanted to be sure I knew what it was. Curiosity be damned, if he were meeting with another demon to plot my demise I should know about it, right? It's not paranoia when you're dealing with demons. It's called self-preservation.

"As you wish" he says as if I'm not annoying the hell out of him. The tick in his jaw tells me otherwise.

We walk off without anything else said. The toad only gives a groveling acceptance to his order and the girl sits down to wait. Looks like they've been through this order before. I turn to glare at Sesshomaru's back again. "What is it?" I ask.

"If you do not know, then why did you come?"

I scoff, as if it's that hard to figure out, though truth be I have no idea what I'm doing following him like I am. "I want to see you in action, I suppose."

"So that you may kill me one day?"

For some reason the question catches me off guard. "I hadn't really thought about going out of my way to kill you." He'd be too much for me. He did, after all, kill that horde that was chasing me all on his own. Besides, once I got back to my own time, he would become nothing more than a dream. So why bother with the energy?

My answer doesn't satisfy him. Why should it? "You're lying. Why are you here?"

Well, if he could tell me what he meant by "here" I'd be happy to give him the truth. I mean, "here" in the forest with him, "here" in this era, what? But since I didn't know what he meant I didn't answer.

We come up to a small clearing of trees. It isn't natural; all the trees within a seven foot radius are dried up and dead. Just shriveled up stumps and thin twisted roots left behind by whatever did this. The nearby trees still provided a canopy above the clearing, blocking out the sun to keep this area from sprouting life again.

A chill crept up my spine. Not a good sign. I slip out both knives and flourish them to release some nervous tension, a strange smugness overcoming me when Sesshomaru's eyes follow the movement. Then I slip up against his back. Something is watching us.

A glowing whip appears in his hand in instant later and he flicked it almost experimentally out into the air. Nothing happened. Still there was something out here with us. Something inhuman and wishing to cause me harm, from what my instincts are telling me.

I stood still for five minutes, holding my breath and tensing my muscles. Nothing happened. But it was still too creepy for there not to be something out there. I was sure there was. Slowly I half-turned to Sesshomaru to tell him we should just leave when my voice caught and my eyes widened. He must have sense something because his eyes glance down at me.

"You're bleeding." I said, nodding at his cheek. He brushed it with the back of his hand and tightened his jaw at the sight of a thin line of blood. Nothing serious, but the fact that he never even felt it was foreboding to say the least.

Before I knew what I was doing I reach out toward his cheek, he's still as a statue as he watched me do it. His eyes more on the knife than on me, but I had flattened it mostly to my forearm so I could inspect his cut. But an inch from his pale skin he seized my hand with a swiftness I envied. He turned my hand one way to stare at the back of it and growled, "You too."

Well that's not good. Little nicks and scraps the body can write off as nothing to keep the awareness trained on whatever might actually kill you. But I can still feel those scraps. I register them as meaningless or that I'll get to it later but here, I didn't feel this at all.

Hell's bells, this sucks. Our eyes lock again as recognition settles over us. And I watch with terrible fascination as another tiny strip of blood appears and slowly trickles from a cut on Sesshomaru's neck. His eyes widen, same thing must have happened to me. I pull away from him; keep my back against his, while I crouch into a defensive position. Have to make myself as small a target as possible.

I watch as another strip of blood oozes from my arm. Not. Cool. "Hey, Sesshomaru? Can you see them?"

"No," was his lone reply.

"Then pay close attention, you're demon eyes are better than mine." I slipped under his arm, sticking close to him to stay out of his way, and struck one arm out completely into the air in front of us. Before he could remark, four new injuries appeared from nowhere on my arm. Good, I had almost feared it'd be severed from my body altogether.

Sesshomaru was not one to waste opportunities. His glowing whip struck one of the creatures attacking us. As he lay motionless on the ground I wondered what a puffer fish was doing out of water.

Only its stomach was bare of the quills that adorned it. And it truly looked just like a puffer fish from an aquarium. No weird discoloration, no evil aura, no nasty red eyes, just a normal looking fish - that traveled in a pack of a hundred and could swim in thin air. Awesome.

Sesshomaru made quick work of several more fish and I clutched my arm to my chest. It looked like I got into a fight with a kitten, and it won. I couldn't see the devils, but I swung my blades on the opposite side of Sesshomaru, keeping both sides closed off to attacks. I probably needn't have bothered, but it's not like I'm going to let a demon protect me.

To my luck I actually managed to kill a couple.

A cold wind at my back warns me that Sesshomaru has left me. Damn him! To leave my back so defenseless! Not that I normally combat with a demon on my side for starters, I just think he ought to have warn me he was leaving me to die. Can't trust nobody these days.

"Lousy, good for nothing, devil!" I shout for good measure into the darkness of the forest he disappeared to. Stupid demon, and to think I had willingly put my back against his. Albeit for self-preservation of course, but still…How stupid I was to think I could have allowed myself so close to him. To have trusted him to strike the fish down when I sacrificed my own arm to do so.

My parents are probably weeping somewhere.

I shook my head of such nonsense. Doesn't really matter now. The fish are diminishing; I can anticipate where they're going to strike now that I know what I'm dealing with. I don't need that man!

A sharp hiss sings between my teeth before I am flung like a discarded toy into a standing tree and trapped there by some overbearing creature. Damn it all! It hurts like anything to fly into a tree. This is penance for punching the innocent tree earlier, isn't it?

"Such a pretty, little human, and so foolish to be the object of Lord Sesshomaru's demise!" Not a pleasant voice, there's a certain echoing to it too. Creepy and totally like something you'd find on the Sci Fi channel; I snarl at it. Since its missing an elegance to it, I suspect this to be a very average demon and nothing like Sesshomaru at all.

Now here's something I can handle. "You ought to let me go. I'm not worth it. I'm just a poor, helpless human." I can feel him loosen his hold. "What could you possible gain by holding me against this tree? I can't possible harm you." His hand is but a whisper against me. I kick him hard in the shin and he cries out in that creepy way of his. Then I swipe my sword at his stomach. He just barely misses the real sting of my wrath and I only manage to give him a paper cut.

"W-what did you do?" He snaps, but the echo is distorted. I frown, it's like more than one person is asking me these questions.

I'm on the defensive. The demon comes for me while the puffer fish try to target my sides. I don't do the impossible!

When he pins me against a different tree with both hands, I can see how distant and unfocused his gaze is. Well hell's bells, a demon possessed by another demon. Who would have thought of something like that?

"Human bitch," the voices call, "if I could, I'd take my time and enjoy killing you." I knee him in his inner thigh. It isn't as painful as the family jewels, but it does the job. He flinches away, giving me enough wiggle room to plant an elbow in those paper cuts I gave him. When he takes another step back I glide out of his reach.

Maybe it was subconscious that I seem to be going after Sesshomaru. I mean, it wasn't like I need him to take this weakling on for me. Yet I try to run in the direction I saw him leave. Before I could even think about my next move, the demon closes in and throws me down under him. He straddles my stomach, cutting off a good amount of air, as he sneers down. Then he slams my hand down on the ground hard enough for the grip my weapon to slacken.

Weak he is, dumb he is not.

"Stupid human, if it would affect Lord Sesshomaru even the slightest I would torture you until you begged me to stop. But since it won't I can only settle for killing you the most gruesome of ways." His hand on my wrist tightens horribly. It'll break soon; I can feel the bone creaking in my body. Hurts like all hell gets.

But I don't cry out. If I do it'll only please him. Some part of him is controlled by my Influence. But there's another part in there, the whole possessed part of him, that isn't affected much. Not like Sesshomaru, it reaches him, but it's like he can brush the Influence off.

Doesn't matter either way, I'm still stuck. I try to scratch at him with my other knife awkwardly; something sharp coming for the eyes makes anyone move out of the way. Eyes don't really have the same constitution as the denser skin does in demons. Go for the eyes if you're at your last call.

But something cold snaps around my wrist, it doesn't hurt but my body shuts down. The hand that was going for his eyes falls limply to the ground. I frown – try to anyway, the facial muscles don't move. Paralyzed? What for? He could have killed me just as easily as he wished to a second ago. What could he have use for paralyzing me?

I can feel Sesshomaru's eyes on me. I smirk at the sensation, at least I feel like smirking. In such a short time and I already know it's his gold eyes on me. How odd for me to know this demon's presence like I could identify someone like Kagome or Sota, people I've known for years.

Slowly, like drifting on a boat in sewage water and a thick fog, I begin to feel my body responding to me again. I shift into a crouch, my legs safely tucked under me; I have to ignore how much effort it is to do this. Sesshomaru is kneeling close to me, his gaze shifting before I can catch it to the demon in front of us.

This weak demon's smirk really pisses me off. I've been told on many occasions that I am a sore loser. And this demon's going to know the full meaning of that.

When he chuckles it sets my blood to boil.

"What have you done?" Sesshomaru asks it, he voice slowly pulling me to my feet alongside him.

"Those bracelets have sealed your fates" the demon echoes. "Your fate," he points at Sesshomaru, "and the bitch's as well." He only gestures toward me, as if I'm not even worth his time anymore. As if he forgot the beating I dealt him already, regardless of the one I'm about to give him.

"What do you mean?" he inquires. Ah, his voice is tighter. Something about it stokes the hatred inside me for this demon.

"If she dies, so do you. Your lives are now tied together." He chuckles some more. Oh, I've had enough of it!

I charge, setting my knives out at the same time and with a flourish I grant him more than paper cuts. He cries out in surprise and I prefer the sound of it to his disgusting chuckle, so I slice him again in the side. I move quickly out of his grasp and instead cut his entire hand off for his endeavor.

When he clutches at it and cries out again, I kick him in the back. The satisfaction from hearing his "oof" is probably far too much than it should be considering it wasn't much effort to take this thing down. I knee him in the middle of his back, being sure his spine creaks the same way my wrist did when he almost snapped it off.

"Here's how it's going to go," I say as coolly as I can, which is damned cool for how hot I feel. I shove a knife into one hand and another into his forearm to pin him like a biology project. I take up one of the puffer fish from its smooth belly and shove the quills deeply into the shoulder of the demon. A sharp gasp tells me it's going to do the job. "This demon lord is going to ask you some questions," I twist the fish inside his shoulder, "and you're going to answer every single one with the truth." I pick up another fish and stab it into his side, the one I cut up pretty nicely. "Then, I'll let you go."

This close I could really see how messed up this demon was. His eyes start to shift attentions every second; his skin was a sickening, pale, green; one of his horns on the side of his head was missing and his form was more gangly than muscular.

"Bit-"

"And call me that again," I twist the second fish in his wound and he nearly screams at me. "And I'll see to it that you die in your own stinking blood."

Not my first time dealing with Death you see. When I want some damned answers, I make sure I get them. Not one of the sorest losers, but you get my point: I like to win.

"Where did you get these bracelets?" Sesshomaru starts the interrogation.

"From the demon Naraku." Huh, his voice isn't so distorted anymore.

"Why does Naraku have them?"

"I d-don't know." It sounds almost… well, human doesn't qualify…

"You said our fates were tied. What did you mean by that?"

When he didn't answer, I stabbed him in the arm that nearly broke my wrist. "H-he said – he said that if a human who wore the pair of the bracelet died, then you would also die. Th-that's all he s-said about it. I s-swear it!"

"How do you get it off?"

"I-I don't know! I didn't ask that!" I really want to twist the fish in his arm, but I'm not cruel. Just cause I'm pissed at him doesn't make my means of interrogation a justifiable reason to punish him further.

You don't shoot the messenger. You just torture him for answers.

"Why hire you?"

"He said he'd give me a fragment of the sacred jewel if I did." Sesshomaru waits, probably already knows the answer to his question anyway. "I-I-I can c-command the tolkies." The puffer fish… How fitting that they would be his demise.

Mr. Demon Lord gives a pause. Probably to make the demon sweat, no doubt. I can respect that he knows how to play this right. The whole good-demon-bad-executioner thing. "Who made the bracelets?"

The demon glared at Sesshomaru, I huff a tired laugh and finally got to twist the quills. He grunted and whimpered at the same time, an odd sound and it's almost too slow. Maybe now that he's no longer possessed – which a reasonable conclusion since there's just the one voice – he feels the drag of it on his mind. I've seen possessed people once the demon's gone, they just pass out for days sometimes. Some might go into a coma, and some don't ever make it out. "Dammit, bit…" He grits his teeth when I show him the next puffer fish, but I don't shove it into him yet. "I don't know, but Naraku said he got it from a demon named Kyouryoku – who gave it to him to gain favor most likely."

Sesshomaru frowned, a subtle change in his eyebrows, probably my signal that he got what he needed. I drop the fish right next to the demon, scratching part of his ugly nose off. Then I snatched up my blades, at an angle just to hear him squeal, and quickly got out of his reach and stood behind Sesshomaru.

He sneered at me. "Human bitch," he snarled, his voice scratchy and hoarse. His eyes dart around sporadically, and its unhealthy how sweaty he is. "You'll die soon. Very soon. You're just a fragile, worthless human. If Naraku wishes you dead, you will be."

"And you're still standing here. Outnumbered and pissing me off." I snap as I stuck my nose in the air. Once he turned around it wouldn't matter what he called me.

He gave me a lecherous sneer before stumbling away. When he probably felt safe, I watched soundlessly while Sesshomaru sent the demon to hell with that glowing whip of his. A swelling began in my chest but I squeezed it down. I suspected Sesshomaru wouldn't let the thing go. And I kept my word to the very end. He died in his own blood for calling me what he did.

I turned to get back the way we'd come when Sesshomaru's deep voice forced me to look back at him. "Demons do not frighten you. You seemed to be in no need of practice when procuring information from them. And you are trained in your weapons and in demon sparring tactics."

I gulped.

"It was no concern of mine who you are, and how you learned these things." He held his hand up, a bracelet made of what looked like mother of pearl shimmered in the faint light streaming through the canopy.

I stared down at my own hand, its pair baring my wrist. So the demon hadn't been trying to break bones. He had been forcing jewelry on me. I frowned at it, not a string of little balls of pearl; I mean to say that the entire band glowed iridescently like pearls did. And something in the back of my mind was hissing and raising its fur at the bracelet. Demon jewelry, what else could there be?

"Was?" I asked, afraid of what his next words were.

"That demon said that if you die, I die." He glared at me and it nearly left me shaking. "So, from now until I can find Kyouryoku you will not be out of my sight."

A bit of my flare came back with a vengeance at him for just deciding all this. "I'm not helpless. I can take care of a few demons sent my way. All I need to do is get back to that stupid well and I will no longer be in your service."

"You do not understand the gravity of our situation." His chilling voice never raises, never wavers as he moves toward me, all quiet stealth and deadly grace, forcing me to hold my breath for no reason at all. "If Naraku means for this to prelude my demise it means he is not toying with me. How well can you stand against a hundred demons? Because if he believes that is what it will take, he will do it." I hate it when demons make logical sense.

"Well, for now we're traveling together anyway," I sigh as if being with him is of no skin off my back, which it may well be one day. "Do you know where this Kyouryoku guy lives?"

I've learned to watch Sesshomaru for the subtle changes toward his mood. He isn't the only guy I've come across with expression issues. He looked off to the west, the direction we were heading towards Kagome and her accursed well. "It would seem," he said still looking far away, "that fate would be on our side."

How am I doing so far? Everyone excited about their relationship? Anyone wanted to know how Sesshomaru plans to get rid of it? And what about Kagome… Ah, who cares about Kagome?
Seriously, y'all have to tell me what's up! What do you like? What don't you like? What would you like to see happen? How's the OC fitting in?
You have free will and I'm asking for your opinions! How could you pass this up! ^_^