Disclaimer: Kagome, Inuyahsa, Sesshoumaru, Moroku, and Sango do not belong
to me. ..
However Ami dose!
W_W - I apologize for any misspellings, I assure you they are not intentional.
Chapter 4 - Kill for me -
Two days passed, following the same schedule as the fist. Wake up, walk all day, bead down, sleep till dawn.
Over the period of time Ami didn't complain, But on the fourth day it became evident that she was feeling week.
They were walking westward, and to Sesshoumaru, she seemed quieter than usual. She didn't sing or attempt to make conversation with him, she just simply walked.
Around noon they stopped for a quick rest. She stood for a minute next to him, closed her eyes, and sighed as she usually did. But she didn't rub her sore leg musicales or sit down on a rock to catch her breath. She grabbed hold of his empty sleeve and fell into his side.
He looked down impatiently at her.
"What are you doing."
She started to fall forward, so he reached his hand around to catch her.
"Ami." He shook her lightly but she didn't respond.
He looked at her unconscious form for a minute, again he was unsure of what he should do.
He rapped his arm around her and threw her upon his shoulder, careful not to his her fail body on his spiked armor.
He walked at his own pace till he came upon a village that was built in his territory. He stopped outside of view of the villagers and discarded his armor, then arranged his hair to cover the demonic markings on his face. If he went into the town as a demon lord he would scare away anyone who might be able to help his companion.
He walked out of the forest and along the main road into the village where the women were doing odd jobs around there homes. A few of the young girls giggled and waved at him as he passed. The apparently thought the limp form over his shoulder was his brother, since Ami was wearing pants.
An older woman was sitting quietly, kitting, outside her home. He walked to her. As his shadow fell over her she looked up and gasped as she looked onto Sesshoumaru's handsome face.
"Excuse me, " he said in his blunt, unemotional, voice.
"She collapsed suddenly." He moved the shoulder Ami was flopped across in indication of who "she" was.
"Oh my!"
The woman put aside her knitting and held out her arms. Sesshoumaru pulled Ami of his shoulder and placed her in the woman's arms.
"Follow me, my boy."
The old woman walked slowly up the road hauling Ami's unconscious body. Sesshoumaru followed behind.
They came to the end of the road were the temple lay.
"The priest will be able to help."
She walked into the temple, but Sesshoumaru stopped at the door. There were demon wards on the doorposts, so he could go no further.
"Come young man." The old woman motioned for him to follow.
"I will wait here."
The woman nodded and continued in.
Sesshoumaru watched the old woman till she turned down the hall. He turned a sat down under a tree in the courtyard. He leaned his back against the trunk and closed his eyes to wait.
-Inside the temple -
The old woman carried the young, strangely dressed girl, into a room and laid her down on a small bed.
She looked carefully at the girl for a moment then left to fetch the priest.
She didn't have to look far, she found him in room close by talking to a woman wearing a large boomerang on her back. A small cat perched on her shoulder.
This woman came to visit him often. They had, apparently, been friends for four or five years. Though young the priest had gained the trust of village because he proved himself an extremely valuable asset to them and not to mention that he was quite a handsome youth.
"Lord Moroku,"
The woman came up behind him.
"I do not mean to disturb you but young woman has collapsed. Her brother brought her to me asking for help."
Maroku turned.
"A young lady? Tell me. .. what dose she look like?"
"Well lord monk," the woman replied. "She has dark hair and wears strange clothes, clothes I've never seen the likes of before."
"Strange clothes you say?"
He looked at the young woman beside him.
"You said her brother brought her? What dose he look like?"
"Well sir, he had white hair. .."
"White hair!" Moroku interrupted as he sprang to his feet.
"Show me to this young woman."
"I'll come to Moroku!" The girl next to him commented. The cat meowed, and the trio followed the old woman to Ami's room.
Moroku slid the door open and looked down at the girl's comatose form.
"Sango, it's not Kagome."
"Oh." Sango sighed
The cat approached the girl and sniffed at her lightly, then began to growl deeply.
"Kelala?" Sango asked. "What is it?"
Moroku kneeled next to the strange girl and put his hand toward her, then withdrew it.
"This girl has been in close contact with a demon."
"A demon?!" Sango griped her oversized boomerang.
"You may leave now, kind woman. Do not worry we will have the girl up in a matter of days. It seems she just suffers from depravity of food. May I show you out?" Moroku asked politely.
They walked down the hall and he lead her out the temple door. The woman thanked the monk and as she headed back to the village she waved to the young man sitting under the tree in the courtyard.
"Excuse me sir!" Moroku called to the man under the tree.
"Could I ask you a few questions?"
The man got up slowly and walked over to the waiting priest, who stood just inside the demon wards. Sesshoumaru stopped just outside the doorframe and looked down on the priest.
"Could you follow me?" Moroku asked.
He reached out and grabbed the hand to lead the man in. His eyes widened and the demon presence soared. Thinking quickly he pulled the man forward a step and the magic of the wards took effect.
Sesshoumaru's hair flew back, reveling his moon crest mark and side stripes; along with those on his hand and that his opposite sleeve was empty. He gritted his teeth against the pain and reviled his fangs.
The monk let go of Sesshoumaru's hand. The force of the wards threw Sesshoumaru backwards.
"Sesshoumaru!"
Moroku stepped forward and his eyes widened in shock. He never though he'd see Inuyshas's brother, or half brother, any were near here especially caring for a human girl.
Sesshoumaru straitened up and brought his hand out in front of him, claws at the ready.
"I remember you, you were one for my brothers companions, I knew I had seen your disgusting human face somewhere."
"Why YOU!"
Moroku stepped out from under the overhang of the temple roof and griped the prayer beads that sealed his wind tunnel.
"MOROKU! NO!"
A female voice screamed from behind him.
Moroku turned to see the girl that had been laying in the temple, leaning against the doorframe, Sango was running up from behind her.
"Watch out MOROKU!" Sango yelled in warning.
The tall strange girl held in her free hand a very large knife. Sesshoumaru recognized it as the same "Switch-blade" she had protected herself against him with.
"If you hurt. .. MY Sesshoumaru. .. I'll have to. .. have to kill you!" the girl stammered out.
"Ami!"
Sesshoumaru dropped his hand, startled by the girl's sudden appearance and readiness to kill the monk if he tried to suck him into the wind tunnel.
"Sesshoumaru! Go wait for me somewhere!" She panted out, her knees shaking.
"I'll meet up with you later!"
Her legs gave out on her.
Moroku turned form watching the girl in astonishment, to face Sesshoumaru again. But the demon lord was already gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~
W_W - WA HA! It's getting suspenseful!
Sesshy - * sitting up intently *
W_W - LOOK! He's speck less!
Sesshy - * Ignores her taunts *
W_W - Give us a review! *waves *
Sesshy - Ja Ne.
However Ami dose!
W_W - I apologize for any misspellings, I assure you they are not intentional.
Chapter 4 - Kill for me -
Two days passed, following the same schedule as the fist. Wake up, walk all day, bead down, sleep till dawn.
Over the period of time Ami didn't complain, But on the fourth day it became evident that she was feeling week.
They were walking westward, and to Sesshoumaru, she seemed quieter than usual. She didn't sing or attempt to make conversation with him, she just simply walked.
Around noon they stopped for a quick rest. She stood for a minute next to him, closed her eyes, and sighed as she usually did. But she didn't rub her sore leg musicales or sit down on a rock to catch her breath. She grabbed hold of his empty sleeve and fell into his side.
He looked down impatiently at her.
"What are you doing."
She started to fall forward, so he reached his hand around to catch her.
"Ami." He shook her lightly but she didn't respond.
He looked at her unconscious form for a minute, again he was unsure of what he should do.
He rapped his arm around her and threw her upon his shoulder, careful not to his her fail body on his spiked armor.
He walked at his own pace till he came upon a village that was built in his territory. He stopped outside of view of the villagers and discarded his armor, then arranged his hair to cover the demonic markings on his face. If he went into the town as a demon lord he would scare away anyone who might be able to help his companion.
He walked out of the forest and along the main road into the village where the women were doing odd jobs around there homes. A few of the young girls giggled and waved at him as he passed. The apparently thought the limp form over his shoulder was his brother, since Ami was wearing pants.
An older woman was sitting quietly, kitting, outside her home. He walked to her. As his shadow fell over her she looked up and gasped as she looked onto Sesshoumaru's handsome face.
"Excuse me, " he said in his blunt, unemotional, voice.
"She collapsed suddenly." He moved the shoulder Ami was flopped across in indication of who "she" was.
"Oh my!"
The woman put aside her knitting and held out her arms. Sesshoumaru pulled Ami of his shoulder and placed her in the woman's arms.
"Follow me, my boy."
The old woman walked slowly up the road hauling Ami's unconscious body. Sesshoumaru followed behind.
They came to the end of the road were the temple lay.
"The priest will be able to help."
She walked into the temple, but Sesshoumaru stopped at the door. There were demon wards on the doorposts, so he could go no further.
"Come young man." The old woman motioned for him to follow.
"I will wait here."
The woman nodded and continued in.
Sesshoumaru watched the old woman till she turned down the hall. He turned a sat down under a tree in the courtyard. He leaned his back against the trunk and closed his eyes to wait.
-Inside the temple -
The old woman carried the young, strangely dressed girl, into a room and laid her down on a small bed.
She looked carefully at the girl for a moment then left to fetch the priest.
She didn't have to look far, she found him in room close by talking to a woman wearing a large boomerang on her back. A small cat perched on her shoulder.
This woman came to visit him often. They had, apparently, been friends for four or five years. Though young the priest had gained the trust of village because he proved himself an extremely valuable asset to them and not to mention that he was quite a handsome youth.
"Lord Moroku,"
The woman came up behind him.
"I do not mean to disturb you but young woman has collapsed. Her brother brought her to me asking for help."
Maroku turned.
"A young lady? Tell me. .. what dose she look like?"
"Well lord monk," the woman replied. "She has dark hair and wears strange clothes, clothes I've never seen the likes of before."
"Strange clothes you say?"
He looked at the young woman beside him.
"You said her brother brought her? What dose he look like?"
"Well sir, he had white hair. .."
"White hair!" Moroku interrupted as he sprang to his feet.
"Show me to this young woman."
"I'll come to Moroku!" The girl next to him commented. The cat meowed, and the trio followed the old woman to Ami's room.
Moroku slid the door open and looked down at the girl's comatose form.
"Sango, it's not Kagome."
"Oh." Sango sighed
The cat approached the girl and sniffed at her lightly, then began to growl deeply.
"Kelala?" Sango asked. "What is it?"
Moroku kneeled next to the strange girl and put his hand toward her, then withdrew it.
"This girl has been in close contact with a demon."
"A demon?!" Sango griped her oversized boomerang.
"You may leave now, kind woman. Do not worry we will have the girl up in a matter of days. It seems she just suffers from depravity of food. May I show you out?" Moroku asked politely.
They walked down the hall and he lead her out the temple door. The woman thanked the monk and as she headed back to the village she waved to the young man sitting under the tree in the courtyard.
"Excuse me sir!" Moroku called to the man under the tree.
"Could I ask you a few questions?"
The man got up slowly and walked over to the waiting priest, who stood just inside the demon wards. Sesshoumaru stopped just outside the doorframe and looked down on the priest.
"Could you follow me?" Moroku asked.
He reached out and grabbed the hand to lead the man in. His eyes widened and the demon presence soared. Thinking quickly he pulled the man forward a step and the magic of the wards took effect.
Sesshoumaru's hair flew back, reveling his moon crest mark and side stripes; along with those on his hand and that his opposite sleeve was empty. He gritted his teeth against the pain and reviled his fangs.
The monk let go of Sesshoumaru's hand. The force of the wards threw Sesshoumaru backwards.
"Sesshoumaru!"
Moroku stepped forward and his eyes widened in shock. He never though he'd see Inuyshas's brother, or half brother, any were near here especially caring for a human girl.
Sesshoumaru straitened up and brought his hand out in front of him, claws at the ready.
"I remember you, you were one for my brothers companions, I knew I had seen your disgusting human face somewhere."
"Why YOU!"
Moroku stepped out from under the overhang of the temple roof and griped the prayer beads that sealed his wind tunnel.
"MOROKU! NO!"
A female voice screamed from behind him.
Moroku turned to see the girl that had been laying in the temple, leaning against the doorframe, Sango was running up from behind her.
"Watch out MOROKU!" Sango yelled in warning.
The tall strange girl held in her free hand a very large knife. Sesshoumaru recognized it as the same "Switch-blade" she had protected herself against him with.
"If you hurt. .. MY Sesshoumaru. .. I'll have to. .. have to kill you!" the girl stammered out.
"Ami!"
Sesshoumaru dropped his hand, startled by the girl's sudden appearance and readiness to kill the monk if he tried to suck him into the wind tunnel.
"Sesshoumaru! Go wait for me somewhere!" She panted out, her knees shaking.
"I'll meet up with you later!"
Her legs gave out on her.
Moroku turned form watching the girl in astonishment, to face Sesshoumaru again. But the demon lord was already gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~
W_W - WA HA! It's getting suspenseful!
Sesshy - * sitting up intently *
W_W - LOOK! He's speck less!
Sesshy - * Ignores her taunts *
W_W - Give us a review! *waves *
Sesshy - Ja Ne.