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Sorry, by the way. I went back to look over a few things aaaand wow! I really made it confusing – there were like no breaks between times and places, ahh how do you guys deal with me?! I'll fix it, but then… you guys already read it. Even still, sorry!

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What to do when a demon is after you

Shit, shit, shit! Kagome hugged the dress around her as best she could, but frankly it wasn't her biggest worry. She had to figure out what the hell she was going to do. Run away? Hide? She paused at the door to Sesshoumaru's room; Try again?

She threw the door open, slammed it behind and pushed a chair in front of it, just in case someone followed. She knew it wouldn't stop anyone in this whole place, except maybe one of the humans, but it would make a hell of a racket, and if she decided to hide then she'd need it as a warning.

First Kagome tore the dress off and tossed it to the floor, there was no point hiding now that she was alone. She began running about the room, shaking all the way down to her toes. At one point she finally stopped, physically stopped herself in front of the bed and took a deep breath.

My name is Kagome Higarashi. She closed her eyes. And I am so much smarter than this. Kagome had been here for only a day and already that bastard had worked into her mind. She felt like a scared child, running away from her mom after stealing cookies. She rolled her eyes, Yeah, my male demon mom who I blasted out a window and probably wants me dead.

She shook her head, Ok, ok. Think like one of your TV shows. With a groan, Kagome noted silently that this wasn't about one of her dumb cop shows. If she ran they wouldn't find her with finger-prints and blood spatter, they'd …what? Smell her?

She raised an eyebrow. Sesshoumaru was a youkai. Perhaps that was how he would find her.

"Ok, so… scent." It would take too long for a bath, she had to hope that the soap used in the previous night would help mask whatever she smelled like normally. Sesshoumaru surely knew precisely how she and all her soaps and shampoos smelled, so she would have to find something else to help cover it.

Kagome spun around and ran for Sesshoumaru's closet. Sliding the door open, she flew inside and tore the first bit of clothing she saw from the racks. It looked like a robe almost, and on her it felt like a whole blanket, but thankfully it would cover her completely. She pulled on the smallest boots she could find and yanked her hair back into a sash she found in a drawer, tying the robe around her waist with another.

After closing up the closet, trying her best to make it look like she hadn't gone in there, Kagome glanced around the room one last time before deciding she was good to go. Pulling the robe up so it covered her head, she dragged the chair with her as she closed the door, ensuring it would stay proped up behind the door. Hopefully it would make someone think she was still in there and keep them occupied. Satisfied, as much as she could be, Kagome made for the stairs, praying to Kami no one would see her.

. . . . . . . .

"Anything else I should know?" The wolf demon asked, looking at the small village on the outskirts of the Western lands. The people roamed around freely, obviously feeling safe and sound. Their leader, the great Ice King, was their protector… of course they felt no need for fear.

"No, sir. Of the fifty that attacked us, no one survived."

"Fifty?"

"Fifty, exactly." The lower demon confirmed.

"Including the one who told us about this village?" The other asked.

"He died of his injuries last night, sorry my lord."

Said lord shrugged, "One less enemy to worry about, and we got all we could out of him."

"So what are we doing here?" It was a small village, only about eighty lowly demons inhabited it. The location wasn't that great, the nearest fresh water was a small stream seven miles up-hill, and the ground wasn't ideal for farming, partly because of the soil itself, and the mountain rising up in the short distance took out most of the sun. The location wasn't terrible, but it wasn't that great. The wolf leader could think of a thousand places, not that far, that would be much better than this. Hell, if they moved themselves closer to the stream it would make a lot of things much simpler.

"Do you want to take over this village for our cause?" He asked his companion.

With a shrug, he responded with an, "Eh."

"Exactly. This village is the perfect place to live if you fear an attack. It's certainly the last place I'd give a shit about."

"Then why are we here?"

"Because," his leader smirked, "I just discovered what they're doing here, and why they're so close to a mountain."

The second caught on, "Miners?" He asked.

"Yeah, but what are they mining?" He turned back, his fists clenching. There was no point in making them guess, though. "Silver."

"Do they know?" The others had gone pale at the word. Could the lord have discovered their weakness?

"They were told by someone of our …allergies." The leader confirmed, looking outraged enough for all of them.

The younger wolf scoffed, "Yeah, that's one word for it."

"They have been mining it for only a few weeks now, so they can't have much. But they are secretly transporting it all directly into the dog's castle."

"So what do we do?"

"We close the mine." This would stall their plans, but it had to be done. They had no hope of survival if the villagers were allowed to continue mining.

. . . . . . . .

Kagome could barely breath. She ran all the way down the grand staircase to the main doors and left without being stopped once. She felt like it could be a trap, but figured what with the newly angered Lord, maybe everyone else had a similar idea to her.

Get the hell out.

She bolted all the way across the courtyard and to the wall that surrounded the castle; knowing from Sango that it made a complete circle. She had hoped it would be rough, or at least easy to climb, but upon arriving close to it, she realized it was as smooth as the floors inside. It seemed the only through way was to leap over it, which was downright impossible, or to go through the gates. Which was also pretty damn impossible.

But tonight there was an enraged demon on the loose, and no one wanted to be caught alone.

Kagome found small comfort in the thought as she turned and fled along the wall towards the aforementioned gates. She hoped there wouldn't anyone at the gate standing guard, but luck wasn't on her side. It was a fifty/fifty chance, and she guessed that the only reason they had the guts to stay was because if Sesshoumaru came back and no one was there a hell of a lot of people would be killed.

Even still, there were plenty of people trying to get out of the Western lands and run off home. Carriages made their way to the gate in droves, telling her that there were a lot more people in the castle than she had originally thought. Soon they would be gone and she would be alone with the guards.

A thought popped into her mind, then. A dangerous idea that didn't seem very full of hope, but it was the best she had.

Kagome bolted for the nearest carriage, thankful for the fact that the one piece of clothing she grabbed was a dark blue with even darker purple stripes. She was a mere blur in the night.

That blur made her way behind a carriage and slipped into a small group of servants walking next to it begrudgingly. She stayed behind them, but close enough to look like she belonged. If they noticed her, they didn't show it. Maybe they didn't care…

The lady in the carriage, a very pompous-looking woman with loud pink hair that seemed to melt into her face, stuck her head out. "Get a move on, I can smell the Lord! I want to be as far away as I can. Hurry it up!"

Kagome kept her smile to herself; looked like the robe was working.

. . . . . . .

"You will act like travelers for a night. Make something up about how terrible I am or something." The leader of the wolves stood in front of four younger men, who stared at him with nothing but respect.

"You want us to pretend like we ran away from our evil leader, or something?" The youngest asked.

"Yes, make them trust you. You will act as if all your love and allegiance is for the dog." The men all nodded in understanding. "Once you make friends, ask them if they want help with their work." He stopped, "Remember, you know nothing of the mine. You have to get them to tell you about it." He looked between them, for the third time considering only sending one of them. "You are nothing but helpful demons who wish to pay them back for taking you in." He shrugged, "Assuming they take you in."

With one last look, he waved them off. "Report back if anything comes up." His tone was clear, however. Nothing better come up.

The men took off at a run. They would get outside of camp and knock each other around, make it look as if they were beaten by a poor leader, before begging for help from the villagers. It wasn't a fool proof plan by a long shot, but the entrance to the mine was still hidden, and frankly, no one could think of a better, faster, plan. He had no idea how long this would take, days at the least, but it had to be done. He cursed at the lost time, wipping around to walk back into camp and find something to take his frustration out on.

. . . . . . .

Kagome had gotten away from the pink haired lady and her entourage a long time ago. As soon as they broke into a run, the horses and the poor servants, she went with, but gradually fell behind. No one seemed to notice, thank Kami, and eventually Kagome was on her own.

In the middle of the wilderness.

In a time and place she didn't belong.

A human female, alone now probably surrounded by demons and other unsightly creatures.

Fuck.

Fighting the urge to drop to her knees in despair, Kagome pulled the robe closer aroud her, thankful for it's warmth. She hadn't realized just how cold it was, and never thought she'd miss the warmth of the castle. What was she to do? Make a cabin and pray Sesshoumaru never found her. With a soft cry of loss, Kagome put her face in her hands. The initial adrenaline had worn off, and now she was on her own in an impossible situation. She was daft if she thought she could outrun something that could send her flying with a wave of its hand.

So give in. Apologize. Beg.

Immediately Kagome felt like slapping herself. She was not weak. Physically maybe, but certainly not mentally. She knew she could do this. She had to… the alternative was too much to so much as think about. But if she was to get away, standing there certainly wasn't going to help.

The rush of water pierced through the night, making her turn towards the sound. Kagome bit her lip, wondering if it was a good idea to run towards it, or away. It didn't take long for her to decide, and soon she was once again racing towards her goal. The sound might hide her clumsy footing in the blasted boots, and the water itself should help to hide her scent. Of course, she had only seen this on TV, she had no clue if it were actually true.

"Stupid demons," The tired girl grumbled when she arrived at the stream. She fell to the bank and shoved her hands in, reveling in the cool water rushing along her fingers. Bringing it up to her mouth she took a small taste and, once deciding it was fresh water, took a long drink to soothe her dry throat. Running was something she had never disliked, in fact gym was one of her favorite subjects in school, but she'd never run for her life. It was exhausting, to say the least. Her heart felt as if it would beat straight through her chest and go off on its own.

The idea of being alone in such a dangerous place hadn't yet crashed down on her, and Kagome hoped it would stay like that for at least a little while longer.

. . . . . . . .

"You look like shit, Benkoku." Ganta laughed, slapping his friend in the arm. The four wolves hadn't held back with marking each other, wanting to make the story look real. It had turned from a necessary disguise to a pissing contest very quickly.

"I wouldn't if you hadn't thrown me in mud," Benkoku snapped, still trying to get it off his hands.

"Oh quit whining, it makes it look more real." Heji said, silently rubbing his arm where Ganta had stepped on it.

"Can we go over the story again?" The fourth, youngest member of their little group, Tenomoro, piped up. He was there for sympathy, the other three looked like big tough guys, but Tenomoro was almost adorable.

Ganta groaned, "Our lord was beating on you for dropping a box of apples."

"And we told him to stop," Benkoku interjected.

"We couldn't bear to see our little friend get hurt." Heji explained.

"So we fought, but we lost to his brute strength." Ganta continued.

"And then were kicked out for our 'insubordination'," Heji quoted their lord.

"We know the only one to beat him is Sesshoumaru, so we're going for help." Benkoku finished with a smile.

"Ok…" Tenomoro muttered, dropping his head. He raised his hand to rub his black eye, which he knew he shouldn't do, when a scent caught his nose. "I smell him…" he whispered.

The others didn't listen, but this was too important to let go. "Guys!" He hissed, "I smell him!"

They stopped, about to rebuke their friend for playing such a joke, when Ganta jumped in. "I do too."

For a moment, the four stood still, sniffing the air. They were downwind of the mountain, which meant the Lord of the Western lands had to be above them.

"Should we take a look?" Tenomoro gulped, this was so not what he signed up for.

"Yes," Ganta gave him a look that said he really didn't want to, "But don't worry, we're going against the wind. It will hide our scent."

The four took off begrudingly up the mountain, the steep hill and rocky side no problem for the wolves inside them. They could run for hours if they had to, on the toughest terrain with barely anything to drink or eat. It was the constant survival test of being in the clan that ensured that.

They ran against the hill for a good ten minutes before the scent got stronger, and it took them that long to realize it wasn't moving. "Perhaps he's taking a break or something."

"Running around all night, needed a rest." Benkoku nodded sarcastically.

"Shut it," Ganta snarled. The Lord of the West was close enough for them to smell him, talking was far too dangerous.

"Guys," Tenomoro whispered, peering through a bush.

Ganta was about to snap at him, but something in the young wolf's eyes made him pause. He crouched next to him and looked through. He had to force himself not to gasp in surprise.

A woman, obviously human by the smell she carried with her, which admittedly he hadn't detected before because he was so focused on Sesshoumaru. She sat by the stream, drinking the water like she hadn't had any for days. She looked healthy, full cheeks, dark hair… a few other things pointed out to him as well each time she leaned forward, but Ganta kept himself in check.

"Why does she smell like him?" Tenomoro asked.

"The robe," Haji explained, "It's expensive, something only a lord would wear."

"Did she steal it?"

"If she did, then she must be on the run…" Haji closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, he nodded. "Her heart is fluttering like a rabbit's. She's scared, and I smell sweat as well. She's been running for a while."

"From Sesshoumaru?" Tenomoro raised his eyebrows. A human girl was able to get away from him?

"What should we do?" Benkoku asked, looking to Ganta.

"We could always offer our assistance." Ganta shrugged, "She might know something."

"And if she doesn't talk?" Benkoku looked back up at the girl.

"Please, she's a human girl. It's not that hard to get them to talk." Ganta stood up, about to push the bush aside and step into the light.

Then a familiar smell practically slapped him in the face.

"Shit!" He plopped back down, bringing the other three with them.

"What?"

"Shut up!" Ganta whispered, pointing his finger to the scene in front of them.

There was no mistaking this time. It was definitely Sesshoumaru he smelled. It was as if the dog was pushing his scent out, warning every creature able to smell him that he was coming. But why warn them all?

Probably to tell us to back the fuck off.