Eight

...even with this power I am still the same...

Sesshomaru slumped against a cliff, showing more weakness than she had ever seen in him before. Demonic blood oozed from beneath his fine silk, staining the holy ground with potent energy. Kagome was afraid, fearfully inching towards him with bated breathe.

He lifted his bowed head and opened his eyes to glance at her stoically.

Crimson. Gold. Crimson. Gold.

She breathed a sigh of relief. At least his rationale still had control.

She stepped towards him, panting and finally aware the soreness in her legs and lungs. She hesitated.

What if he killed her? Sesshomaru would not hesitate to do so. Why did she want to help him? She would probably do more harm than good. Besides, why would the human hating Lord Sesshomaru want her assistance?

But, she told herself, she was strong now. Powerful. Spiritual abilities released. She made it to Mt. Hakurei safely without her friends. Surely she could help him.

Nodding her head in agreement and satisfaction to her own argument, she advanced on the impassive demon lord.

She was confident, courageous; forgetful of her surroundings. Little did she realize that something was missing.

She was no better than deaf. No, her heart hadn't closed off from the world. Mt. Hakurei still chanted to her heart.

What she didn't hear was the most crucial.

The little priestess forgot the powerful demon lord. Completely focused on reaching him without having a heart attack, her senses missed an eerie silence.

Sesshomaru's soul didn't sing.

His voice stayed just as silent. This she noticed, and was thoroughly unnerved.

"Lord Sesshomaru? I can help you."

Hearing no reply and taking it as consent, she hesitantly reached her hands out to him.

"This might hurt, since I have spiritual energy."

Scared by his silence, though his eyes stayed open, she backed away.

"I guess I'll stop bothering you then..."

She screamed as one clawed hand slashed at her, cursing herself for her meddling.

Chocolate eyes squeezed shut preparing for pain.

Author Note: Thank you so much for your support! The theme for each chapter is a digit of the golden ratio, which I interpret using random information. I guess it counts as a sort of numerology. Read and review! This chapter was typed on an iPod and will be edited later.

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Eight: an octave. The frequency multiplies, but the note is essentially still the same.