5 Years Later...
"Lord Sesshomaru, a small group of demons have been attacking a villages in the Western Lands. What shall we do?" Sesshomaru glanced up from the stacks of documents he was to finish. "I'll go handle it myself." "Are you sure, milord?" Sesshomaru stood and nodded. He needed some time away, some time to take a breath. "I'll be leaving, Kaoru, Hikaru." he nodded to the twin guards. "I expect everything to be just as it was upon my return. "Yes sir!"
Sesshomaru stood in a large meadow, where a small group of demons watched him, licking their lips. "I have asked you multiple times to stop your attacks on the villages in my land. Now, I must take drastic measures." he stated emotionlessly as his eyes grew red and his claws sharpened. Sesshomaru loved this form, he was powerful, not limited by his human appearance. He could run faster, jump higher, and nothing was expected of him in this form. Sesshomaru shook the blood from his claws and decided he wanted more time in his large, wolf-like form.
He ran for miles, losing track of time and his thoughts. Night had fallen, and he wasn't quite sure where he ended up. He lied down in a large clearing, at the edge of which was a dense forest. It didn't scare him, not really, but the sight of it unnerved him. He gazed into it, but even his demonic eyesight could not penetrate the darkness. He whined. What's wrong with me? He stood and began pacing, his paws crushing the small flowers that dared to grow near the dark place. Slowly he walked towards the forest, pushing through the first few trees. But the forest was unnaturally quiet, throwing him off even more. Suddenly, he heard giggling and a white flash passed quickly beside him before he could focus in on it. He pushed on, the giggling growing louder. And then suddenly it stopped. Everything was quiet, nothing moved except for the rise and fall of Seshomaru's panting chest. His tongue lolled from his mouth as he lifted his nose to the air, searching for a scent. "No.." a hushed whisper echoed through the trees. "Turn back..." the echoes mixed, becoming one loud murmur as Sesshomaru started sprinting through the forest. The same white flash passed multiple times, but never stayed long enough for him to focus in on what it was. "All your...fault.." "You didn't help me..." "LEAVE!" the echoes became louder, and his heartbeat pounded harder.
Then they were gone, and he came across a large patch of thorns, seemingly impenetrable. "No..." one sad whisper was all that sounded as a warm breeze ruffled Sesshomaru's fur. It feels...lonely. He pushed through, the thorns cutting him everywhere. He had made it through when he saw it, a small, pulsing ball of energy surrounded by thorns and...Black roses? Slowly he stooped down and sniffed the orb. Then suddenly a pale hand reached out of it and rested on his nose. Sesshomaru reeled back. He felt himself growing smaller, returning back to his human form. His clothes were tattered and his skin covered in cuts, but he didn't care. What is this? Who..." The hand disappeared back into the orb, so Sesshomaru rested his palm against it. "It's cold...you're cold." he whispered as the hand appeared again, this time the fingers entwining with his. Slowly, he pulled the hand and a person started forming. First, an arm, then a shoulder. Then-
"Kagome?"