A Crimson Taste
A growl echoed through the forest, attentions were turned as the sound reached deaf ears. The hanyou's companions have been searching for Naraku as usual, but they have quickened their pace, for the sooner he were defeated, the more time they would have to be able to look for that half-demon. Ever since that meeting with his half-brother, the group had grown sullen, even little Shippo was affected. They paid no attention to their surroundings, nothing really mattered then.
Cold, blood-red eyes surveyed the area, a nose sniffed the area, fangs were beared as he rushed through the forest. Dog-like ears twitched and claws dug into tree bark as he hopped from tree branch to tree branch. A mission, yes, that is what he was sent on, his friends, the targets for they were in the way of his Master Naraku. Purple stripes lined his cheeks as another growl was released. He was angry, his primal instincts had taken over, only the Gods themselves had any chance of stopping him.
What was that noise? Could it be his brother? His head turned towards the source of the growl, long, silver hair whipping around as he did so.
"What is it Lord Sesshomaru?" Rin questioned as she looked up to her Lord. An innocent look in her eyes as usual, her hair was not that in that tie she usually wore. It had snapped, and she carried it in her hand. They were on their way to a village to get another one for her.
Jaken looked back as well, he was, well, scared to say the least. He didn't show it however, he w-was stronger than that... he thought.
"It's nothing Rin...Jaken, take Rin up ahead, I will meet with you later," the stoic demon lord answered as he took a few steps before disappearing into the darkness of the forest.
This left the two alone in the forest, Rin wasn't scared, for ignorance was her shield. Jaken however would've wet himself if he knew that that demonic half-brother of his Lord was there. After a moment of silence, Rin started skipping towards the village, laughing happily as Jaken walked behind. His little hands tightened around the shaft of the Staff of Two-Heads, ready in case there was trouble.
They stopped in their tracks and thier heads darted around. 'What was that?' the group all thought in unison. Kagome hoped it was their missing companion, for even though if there was something wrong with them, they might be able to fix it...She was dead wrong.
He appeared out of the forest, flexing his claws as a shiver ran down their backs.
"I-Inu-yasha?" the frightened miko questioned. Hesitantly, she took a step towards him.
A smirk appeared on his face, bearing his fangs as he pounced at Kagome. He pinned her to the ground, his claws digging into her uniform and forearms. Blood was drawn, he was getting riled up. They all rushed towards them, but then, the hanyou looked up and snarled. They backed away. They couldn't defeat him, but they couldn't just let him kill Kagome.
Nervously, the monk moved forward with a loud gulp that echoed into the hanyou's ears. He pointed his Wind Tunnel at them. Oh no, he wouldn't use it, he wasn't as rash as their companion was, it was merely a ruse, though, he just hoped it'd work.
Growling, the youkai slowly removed himself from the shivering girl underneath him. Though, this time, he pounced at the back, pinning both arms behind the monk's back as he bared his fangs at the monk's neck. Sango quickly pulled Kagome away lest he do something with her again, but now, Miroku was the one that was facing death.
"R-Run..." Miroku said with a groan as he could feel Inu-yasha's fangs slowly making their way into his shoulder now. Oh, the demon would have fun with his plaything before this whole thing was over. "I-I can hold him off..." he said through gritted teeth. He struggled as he tried to unleash his Wind Tunnel. He would have to die from that someday, at least now, he can save his friends with his death.
"No!" Kagome shouted as she pointed an arrow at them. A holy aura was easily seeable by anyone. Tears were in the girl's eyes. She wasn't about to let anyone die even if it meant...If it meant...k-killing Inu-yasha.
Sango was crying as well, but she stayed silent. There he was, the man she loved, facing death, and she couldn't do anything to save him. She gripped the strap of her Hiraikotsu, clenching her fists tightly. Kirara purred and rubbed up against her Master's leg, for she had not transformed. Even the neko could see that there was nothing any of them could do.
Then, all eyes moved to the newcomer. Long, silver hair, pointed ears, cold, amber eyes, a crescent moon on their forehead, his brother had came.
