Worthy of Redemption

by Tsuyu no Inochi

Seven years later, Naraku is dead and Kohaku has his life back. Now a man and head of the taijiya village, there is still a price to pay for atonement. 2007 3rd Quarter InuYasha FanGuild "Nomination" for Best Rin/Kohaku fic.

21. Path of Resistance

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. The original author is Rumiko Takahashi; my version is only a fanfic and figment of my imagination.

Authors Notes: Hello everyone! Back again and with another lengthy chapter. I hope this makes up for the additional two weeks it took to finish. Lots of things going on in the real world, so I had to find a happy medium (LOL).

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Enough of my ramblings – Chapter 21; please read, enjoy and leave a review!

Chapter 21: Path of Resistance

Nostalgia – the feeling swept over Kikyou, as she stood at the cliffs edge overlooking the valley. The scent of verdure and the lush greenery were reminiscent of her days as a lone traveler pursuing Naraku. Inhaling deeply, the former priestess recalled those lonely, solitary days. Back then, she appreciated the peace of mind it provided, which had also aided in strategic planning and, ultimately, Naraku's demise.

As in the past, she was equipped with her bow and arrows, a necessity when roaming these roads where bandits frequented. With two women traveling alone, it was best to have the advantage, as well as the element of surprise.

Kikyou looked over her shoulder and back in the direction she had just come, her brown eyes searching for her traveling companion. Idzuna, the young fox-demon, was staggering up the path, panting heavily. As she caught up, Kikyou watched Idzuna drop the satchel from her back and plop down on the ground.

"Can… we… rest now, Kikyou-sama?!" the kitsune asked, taking in gulps of air, trying to catch her breath. "Phew!" Idzuna exclaimed and then asked, "Would it not have made more sense to ride Ah-un?"

"You said you wanted to get away from the manor for a while," Kikyou reminded her. Once the Lady of the West announced her journey, Idzuna had volunteered to come along.

"We have only been on the road since morning," Kikyou stated.

Idzuna's head whipped around, pinning the woman with an incredulous stare. It was true - they 'had' been on the road since morning and based on the position of the sun; it was nearly noon.

"Dawn… we left at dawn!" Idzuna cried. "Sunrise," she added to emphasize her point. "This is the first break since leaving."

"It has been awhile since I have traveled in this manner, but I have never considered it a hardship," Kikyou informed the kitsune. "Having Ah-un readily at my disposal, I am afraid I have become spoiled. Your fox magic, Idzuna-chan, gives you the ability to change destinations in an instant. Thus, you are not accustomed to physically traveling long distances. I should have realized the walk would be too much for you."

"Walk?!" the fox-child squawked. "A stroll in the gardens is a walk - a trip to the stream is a walk; this is a journey!"

Idzuna's agitation most likely had more to do with Rin's rebuff the past few days than their itinerary. Therefore, Kikyou opted to stay silent. To say more would only rile the kitsune further. It was best to let her rest and take in nourishment, before continuing to the temple.

Taking a seat on the grassy knoll next to Idzuna, Kikyou opened the satchel. She bypassed the scroll buried inside to remove the furoshiki's containing the wrapped bento Yoippari had prepared for today's outing. The fox-child removed the container of tea and poured for them both; reserving their water for later.

Plucking the umeboshi from her concoction of broiled salmon and cooked rice, Kikyou placed the pickled plum on top of Idzuna's portion; the combined sour, salty flavor of the fruit was the kitsune's favorite. Both ate in silence, but halfway through the meal, the fox brought up the subject of Rin.

"It's been over a week since Rin returned from the village," Idzuna began. "She hasn't talked much and stays mostly to her room. Although her body has returned home, it's like her mind is still in the village," she sighed. "If only I could help in some way; I keep asking if there is anything I can do, but…"

"I understand you are worried, Idzuna-chan, but Rin is resilient," Kikyou stated, stoically. "Trust me, she suffers no malady; she is not in pain, only pensive."

"Are you sure?" the kitsune asked gloomily.

"She misses Kohaku," Kikyou explained. "But is upset that he held firm to his decision. However, Rin is intent on devising a strategy to return to the village and reconcile with him. Once she concludes her plans, she will go back to her usual self."

"That's good to hear," Idzuna smiled, and then went on to say, "I know what Totousai-dono told us about the Shikon Jewel reforming and Kohaku's daughter becoming its next keeper, but…" Idzuna inquired cautiously, "Is it as dreadful as it sounds? I mean – maybe we're reading too much into this prediction."

The fox child had made an interesting observation, thought Kikyou. According to Totousai, the events destined to occur would result in Kohaku's death, which meant his 'own' child would ultimately be responsible. However, could the circumstances be as precise as the message? Was it possible, through sheer will and determination, to alter the proposed outcome?

Regarding her existence, Kikyou recalled the past. She had died over half a century ago and yet; she was still amongst the living. Miroku's death was preordained and yet, he had survived a third generation curse. And then there was Kagome - the girl from the future, Kikyou's so-called reincarnation. Her presence went against all logic; an unforeseen occurrence, even to the gods themselves.

"Useless, decrepit, cretins!" Kikyou recalled Sesshoumaru's contemptuous description of the gods. "Weak minded humans flock to these shrines, allowing those imbeciles to control their fate. Their constant finagling is specifically designed to deceive fools."

Sesshoumaru had little regard for the gods and cursed them at every opportunity. Even though it was those same meddling gods, that Kikyou was revived, and Awasumaru existed. The former priestess smirked at her mate's hypocrisy, although his words held a certain degree of truth.

Was ordained fate perceived from only one perspective? Did humans, unwittingly, have the ability to alter that supposed outcome? Truly that would be troublesome to the gods, who survived from the dependency of lesser beings, just as humans depended on the god's benevolence.

If unable to alter fate, then what was the purpose of Kikyou's journey today? Attempting to save the child of the monk and demon slayer would be a fool's errand. As written in the scroll Yoippari had provided, there was no purification or means of ridding Shun'ei of the demonic energy in his body, as he was born with the affliction. Therefore, as this was the boy's fate, why bother to intervene?

Completing their meal, Kikyou and Idzuna repacked the satchel to continue to the temple. Back on the road, the woman resumed her thoughts on the fox child's question from before.

Was it possible to avoid the circumstances of Totousai's message? What if Kohaku and Rin did not have a child? What if Kohaku chose to marry another; would the prediction still apply? Regardless of the 'what if's'; whether the prediction held validity or not, Rin and Kohaku would have to become much stronger if they planned to overcome their particular quandary.

After a rest and her hunger appeased, Idzuna felt much better and her initial excitement regarding their outing returned. "How much further?" She asked, hoisting the lightened satchel over her shoulder.

"Just up ahead." Kikyou pointed and proceeded down the path with the kitsune close behind. Reaching the bend in the road, they rounded the corner, and a valley at the foot of the mountain came into view.

Descending the last stretch of road, Idzuna gasped as she caught sight of a rustic temple with a waterfall directly behind the structure.

"There?" the kitsune asked, as she pointed. "Is that Mushin-sama's temple?" At Kikyou's nod, she cooed, "How lovely! Finally, we're almost the…" Idzuna stopped mid-sentence, noticing a large crater formed on the grounds several feet in front of the temple.

"What is that?"

"That…," Kikyou began in a somber tone, looking down at their destination from the final incline. "… is the grave of the monk, Mitsuru – Houshi-dono's father."

XxXxX

After Rin's departure, Kohaku had not had a single night's rest. His dreams had become increasingly worse; they were intense and lasted hours. The nightmares resulted in sleeplessness, irritability and constant delays with the morning classes. The usually good-natured headmaster was unusually discontent during the training sessions, which surprised his students. Whatever their mistakes or shortcomings, their sensei had always been patient with them.

Shippou looked down on Kohaku's sleeping form. After hours of tossing, turning and incoherent mumblings, the tonic prepared by the kitsune had finally taken effect. For three consecutive nights, the taijiya had used the stimulant to induce sleep.

Earlier, Sango had come to check on her brother, only to find him in deep slumber. With a frown, she had informed Shippou to let Kohaku sleep. She decided to teach the morning class and; if needed, Miroku would oversee the adults class that afternoon.

Once Sango discovered Kohaku's nightly dependency on Shippou's concoctions, she became concerned, and the kitsune anticipated a discussion occurring between the two siblings.

The sun was high, indicating it was well past noon, and Shippou felt Kohaku had slept long enough. The room was in shambles and after tidying up from the taijiya's restless night, the kitsune shook the young man by the shoulders.

Kohaku's eyelids flickered and then fluttered open, his vacant gaze fixed on the ceiling. He felt lightheaded and listless, as if he had never slept and, with effort, groggily sat up.

"What… what time is it, Shippou-chan? Am I late again?"

"It's noon," the kitsune remarked. "Lunch is over; Sango-sama taught the class this morning, and Miroku-sama is overseeing the adults class now."

"Oh no!" Kohaku muttered, feeling his head spin. "This isn't good. That's three days in a row now. What will the children think?"

"You got more important things to worry about, Kohaku-san," Shippou informed him. "I'm worried. You can't keep taking this stuff every night and, I don't want to make it anymore," the kitsune grumbled.

"I know, and you're right Shippou-chan," the taijiya replied. "I hate the way it makes me feel, and it didn't stop the dreams. Uggh! I hate those dreams," he muttered.

"I hate them too," the kitsune sniffed. "And I knew the tonic wasn't working. I mean, you totally wreck the place during the night. It's like you're fighting a private war in here or something," Shippou referenced Kohaku's bedroom.

"That's pretty much how it is," the taijiya responded tiredly. "It's odd; the entire time Rin was here, I can't recall dreaming. Since she left, I just haven't been able to get a handle on things."

"I don't know why you're so stubborn, Kohaku-san. Just ask her to come back."

That wasn't as easy as the kitsune made it sound. Rin had already suffered enough. Although he had tried to fight his feelings for her, he had lost that battle and had eventually asked her to stay with him here in the village. However, this new development had waylaid his plans.

How would Rin, or any woman for that matter, react to a child being responsible for the father's death? Personally, Kohaku had no fear of dying, as he had stared death in the face numerous times, even welcomed it. Rin, however, would be devastated and torn between the two and Kohaku expressed this to Shippou.

"You're probably right, Kohaku-san, but I think you're underestimating Rin-chan," the kitsune said, as he watched the taijiya stumble over to the wash basin to fill it with water from the well. "The way I see it, you should just tell her what's going on and then let her decide or… is that what you're afraid of?"

Kohaku tensed; damn, Shippou and his rare moments of insight. The kitsune had hit the nail on the head. To hide his expression, Kohaku covered his face with the moist cloth. Rin rejecting him was playing havoc with his emotions and was a fear he did not want to admit. It was a similar feeling to Sango not forgiving him for his past misdeeds.

As if conjured from his thoughts, Kohaku was saved from answering Shippou's question by the appearance of his sister.

"I see you're finally awake." Sango slid open the shoji and entered the room.

Kohaku ran the cloth over his face and took a deep breath before turning to face her. He had expected her anger, and she was; he could see it in her eyes, but a pseudo calm masked her ire. Shippou must have detected the undercurrents, as the kitsune had suddenly disappeared.

"Sorry, Ane-ue," Kohaku began, "Thank you for taking my class… again."

"Never mind that!" Sango snapped, interrupting him. "I've had a bone to pick with you for a while now, and as Houshi-sama's in class right now, he can't cover for you this time. Sit down, Kohaku!"

His head snapped up at her aggressive tone; the boy who had always loved and respected his older sister warred with the man and current headmaster of the taijiya village. However, Sango's anger and his response relieved his feelings of lethargy and cleared his head.

"I'll sit down, when you calm down," Kohaku's tone was equally fierce. "I understand you are not happy with me at the moment, Ane-ue, but we can at least talk to each other civilly."

The two siblings stared each other down; each was awaiting the other to expose a weakness, with neither giving an inch. Finally, Sango broke eye contact and, with a sigh, kneeled down and sat back on her heels. "Please," she nodded, extending her hand to the seat directly across.

Kohaku realized it took effort for Sango to reign in her emotions. He had no intentions of arguing with his sister, but he was not going to be intimidated either. Tossing the cloth into the basin, he sat down and folded his legs. "Please," the taijiya inclined his head, indicating she speak first.

"This can't go on," his sister wasted no time getting to the point. "As headmaster of this village, there are certain responsibilities you can neither neglect nor ignore. Training is the leaders' designated duty, whether it's teaching or overseeing."

"I am aware of that, Ane-ue," Kohaku sounded contrite.

"Are you?" Sango asked, leaning forward, as her brother nodded. "Then get it together!" she snapped. "Naraku is in the past; leave him there where he belongs!"

"You don't understand," Kohaku shook his head. "There is a reason he keeps reappearing, and it's not something I can control."

"Houshi-sama told me about Kikyou's message," Sango whispered.

Lifting his head, Kohaku stared into those brown eyes, etched with worry and, once again; he was the cause. "This is something I have to overcome on my own," he whispered back.

"Houshi-sama said the same, and for once, I agree," Sango rocked back on her heels.

"When my husband found me living in that village in the East, I had forgotten most of my past. I didn't remember Houshi-sama, although I had given birth to his children. But, I did remember my demon slayer heritage and my little brother."

"Little by little, and with the utmost patience, my husband helped me remember," Sango continued. "When we finally returned home as a family, Houshi-sama kept reminding me that you were no longer a child, but an adult, and I should stop interfering in your life. Once you decided to maintain our heritage and resurrect our home, he said he chose to follow and guide you."

"The people in this village now need your guidance. You have built something here, given many outcasts a place to call home. You have become a man in your own right and our father would've have been proud."

"You've finally found a woman you love," Sango continued, "… one who knows and understands your pain and yet - you have also pushed her away."

"You claim to want a normal life, but you're the only one preventing that." Sango frowned, looking over at her brother. "You are so willing to fight for everyone's safety, for everyone's happiness; when are you going to start fighting for your own?! Tell me, Kohaku-kun, what is it going to take for you open your eyes and see!"

Kohaku sat silently through her tirade. He had heard this lecture from Miroku on many occasions; however, it had a different effect coming from his sister.

Sango was right; Miroku and Kikyou were right, even Rin and yet, there was something he needed to do before he could come to terms with his future.

Standing up, he walked over to Sango and put out his hand. He saw her hesitate, before gingerly placing her hand in his palm. He pulled her to her feet and then embraced her.

"I understand," Kohaku said next to her ear. "Everyone keeps telling me how fortunate I am, but I think it's time I remind myself."

The taijiya pulled back and stepped way, looking down into Sango's brown eyes. "I need to get away… just for a couple of days," he added hastily, anticipating her protest. "I need to lay some demons, well - not literally of course, to rest." He attempted to inject humour and was rewarded with Sango's smile in response. "Please… I need to do this," he informed her. "Can you grant me some time, Ane-ue?"

Sango sighed; a sign she was relenting. "Take whatever time you need, Sonchou-sama." She reached up to stroke her brother's cheek. "Just come back ready to secure everything you've gained over the years. We'll be waiting."

XxXxX

Lush greenery spread for miles around, as far as the eye could see. Beyond the foliage, a small lake with crystal clear water could be seen from Rin's vantage point in her room. The Westernlands had been her home now for several years, but today, the young woman took no pleasure in her surroundings. A village, atop high grounds, with a large tower and rows of rustic homes was much more appealing.

As she sat at the window, the growling sounds coming from her stomach reminded Rin she had missed breakfast. Her eyes strayed to the tray brought in earlier by Yoippari, and she wrinkled her nose in distaste at the cold, congealed food from this morning.

The entire week, Rin had imagined Kohaku coming after her, admitting he was wrong and whisking her away to live happily-ever-after at the village. Their parting was still fresh in her mind; his kisses, the bold caresses and his apparent desire for her were engraved in her memory. Drawing her knees to her chest, Rin sighed, and had to accept the fact Kohaku was not coming.

With a heavy sigh, Rin wondered what was going on in the village. She missed Awasumaru, Juun, and the twins. She constantly thought about Ikuyo and Heisuke, wondering how both were faring in their marriage. Truthfully, Rin missed everything about the slayers village - from the early morning routines, training regimens and, most of all, the camaraderie.

In her present mood, it was to Rin's benefit that Sesshoumaru was currently away on council business. It would have been problematic trying to hide her melancholy from his all-seeing eyes. Knowing how much the western Lord was against his son interacting with humans, Rin did not want to do or say anything to jeopardize Awasumaru's training at the village.

"Good morning – I mean, afternoon," Yoippari, the owl demon, addressed the young woman from the doorway, and then entered the room.

"Yoippari-dono!" Rin hopped from her vigil at the window and bowed, greeting the oldest living resident of the Westernlands and the keeper of the estate.

"Oh…" the old owl exclaimed, looking at the tray of unconsumed food near the bedside. "Tsk, tsk, Rin-chan," she clucked her tongue. "You've missed another meal."

"I know," Rin sighed, "But – please don't worry, I'll go down later and fix something for myself."

Yoippari smiled; turning toward the door, she called out, and a servant appeared, carrying another tray. The aroma filled the air, causing Rin's empty stomach to growl again. The owl's sharp ears detected the sound but withheld comment until the servant had swapped the old tray with the new tray and had exited the room.

"I thought you might be hungry by now, so I prepared a late lunch," Yoippari stated.

Rin blushed, knowing nothing got by this wise, centuries-old demon. Moving from the window, she walked over and lifted the cover from the food. The scent of Zoni (rice cake soup) sprinkled with red pepper and a dish of skewered unagi wafted up, and Rin's stomach growled once more.

"Hopefully, that is sufficient?" Yoippari asked, her large eyes watching Rin unconsciously rub her belly.

"More than enough," Rin spun around and bowed again. Taking a seat, she uttered, "Ita dakimasu," and began eating. After finishing the first skewer, Rin noticed Idzuna was missing and inquired the whereabouts of her fox-demon friend.

"Idzuna-chan accompanied 'my lady' on an excursion this morning," Yoippari informed her.

"Oh… where did they go?" Rin asked casually enough, but the owl could tell she was interested.

Over the past week, relations between Rin and Kikyou had been strained. Apparently, the young woman blamed the former priestess for the split with Kohaku. It was unfortunate that the Lady of the West would be the bearer of bad tidings to the child (now woman), she had nurtured over the years. During their time in the Westernlands, this was the first disagreement between the two of which the owl was aware.

"I believe they were traveling to a temple," Yoippari informed Rin. "As you haven't been very social lately, I gather Idzuna decided to give you some time to yourself. Although I'd say, you've had quite enough already."

Rin had the grace to look shamefaced. It was true she had been distant with Kikyou, but she hadn't meant to be that way with Idzuna. She nearly choked on her food as she recalled subjecting the kitsune to her sullen grunts and brief responses. She did not deserve such treatment, especially from a friend.

"I will apologize to Idzuna-chan, once she returns, Yoippari-dono," Rin whispered. "It's not her fault I'm in such a foul mood."

"Oh… then who's at fault?" The owl inquired.

Picking of the soup bowl, Rin drained its contents and then dabbed daintily at her mouth. Finished with her meal, she turned to Yoippari and started her rant.

"I am sure you are aware the reason I returned here before Awasumaru and Juun's sessions were over," Rin stated primly.

"I am," Yoippari responded.

"Then you also know that Kikyou-sama refused to discuss Kohaku's situation with me, nor did she convince him to discuss it with me! Even now - after Kohaku has banned me from the village, she still hasn't explained what could be so pressing to keep us apart. I've been home several days now, and she has yet to mention anything remotely related to this… this prophecy."

"I'm not a child anymore!" Rin's voice rose a few octaves, and she slammed her hand down on the tabletop in frustration. "They're both treating me like a child! Always protecting me, sheltering me from the real world, preventing me from making my own decisions." Suddenly, Rin's body appeared to go limp, following her vent. "Neither of them takes me seriously," she ended in a whisper.

Yoippari walked over to the young woman. After adjusting her kimono, the rotund figure kneeled and sat next to Rin. Reaching out, she cupped her face and lifted her chin, her large luminous eyes staring into Rin's soft brown.

"Then make them take you seriously," Yoippari stated.

"Your grievances are all within your control to rectify," the owl continued. "You say you are no longer a child, yet your actions say otherwise. Act like an adult and you will be treated in the same manner. As a woman, you should have confronted Kikyou-sama directly, instead of waiting for her to come to you. Our lady already has the answers; it is you who needs to inquire, instead of throwing childish tantrums. Would you not agree?"

Yoippari's eyes seemed endless, thought Rin, as she stared into their depths. Seeing her reflection in that unblinking gaze, Rin realized how immature she appeared. The cold shoulder, the silent treatment, not to mention the adolescent outburst was not helping prove her maturity.

Unconsciously, Rin's chin lifted. Kohaku's wife would need to be strong; if not physically then mentally. To take on Kikyou, she would have to show resolve and take decisive action. Yoippari was right; she should have confronted Kikyou as soon as she returned.

"Mind you," the owl youkai interrupted Rin's militant musings. "Tact is essential during discussions. The Westernlands has become a home and place of peace for Master Sesshoumaru. I will not have it destroyed, young lady." Yoippari warned. "Whether you and Lady Kikyou agree, disagree, or agree to disagree, it will not bode well for any of us for our master to return and detect any discord within his household."

"As far as Lady Kikyou," Yoippari continued. "Do you believe she would want you to be unhappy? If not for her kindness, it is my understanding the young man you are in love with would exist only in the netherworld."

"Our Lady is only the messenger, dear girl; please remember that," the owl stated. "I expect you to express yourself in a mature manner, as well as make peace with the woman who has been like a mother to you."

Rin was repentant and, once again felt ashamed. As with Idzuna, she had been unfair and had unjustly condemned Kikyou without first hearing her out and discussing their differences.

"Yes, Yoippari-dono," Rin replied with a watery smile. "I will make peace with the only mother figure I've ever known."

XxXxX

Shun'ei, Suiren, Awasumaru, and Juun sat on the fence, watching Miroku oversee the sparring session for the adults. Yoichi stood next to them, leaning on the gate post, also absorbed in the demonstrations.

"That Akira guy is really good," Awasumaru exclaimed, watching the leader of squad one disarm his opponent. "I can't wait to spar with him." The hanyou boasted with anticipation.

"You sure about that, Awasu-san?" Juun teased. "He just defeated a two-handed wielder." The blind child had keyed into the movements and clanging sounds of the weapons. "Akira's sword technique is intense; I think you could learn a lot from him."

"You think?" the half-demon began eagerly. The child already envisioned challenging his trainer in the West, the tiger-demon, Mouko, once they returned. He informed Juun of his intentions, and while the two boys conversed, Yoichi turned to Shun'ei.

"How is, Kohaku-sensei?" the teenager inquired.

"Still not well," Shun'ei responded. The younger boy watched Yoichi's shoulders sag before he relaxed back against the post with a sigh.

Shun'ei hoped his uncle would come to his senses soon, as his extensive tardiness and absences were starting to affect not only classes but the entire village. Yoichi in particular, as he and Kohaku used similar weaponry. Without his uncle, the young taijiya was unable to train suitably.

"Don't worry, Yoichi-sempai," Suiren interceded. "Give him a few days, he'll be much better, and you can get him to make up for all the training you missed."

Four sets of eyebrows rose in surprise and heads turned to the girl sitting on the fence. Each wondered if those consoling words had come out of her mouth.

Feelings eyes on her, Suiren leaned forward to see the boys watching her strangely. "What?" she asked, looking from one stunned face to the next.

"Whoa!" Awasumaru exclaimed. He jumped down from the fence to stand in front of the girl. "See... you can be nice to people when you want to." The hanyou grinned, totally oblivious to the subtle nuances emanating from Suiren. The other boys, however, were all aware what would follow.

Shun'ei read his sister's body language, as she tensed for a fight; he saw her blue eyes darken with fury and then with lightning speed.

Juun heard Suiren's hiss of indrawn breath and the felt her angry vibrations resonating through the fence post just before she struck.

Yoichi, having sparred with the girl for the past few years, keyed into her reflexes and then read the execution.

Perched on the fence, an incensed Suiren pushed up on her hands, balancing her body weight with her arms. Next, she drew her knees into her chest, twisted to the side and lashed out with one leg. The perfectly executed side kick was smooth and swift, catching Awasumaru in the chest, knocking him back a few feet.

Jumping down from the fence, the girl stomped over and looked down on Awasumaru struggling to get up. "Jerk!" she shouted, before marching off across the field. Her ponytails bobbed with each step, as she mumbled something about 'not being able to be nice to some people.'

"Honestly, Awasu-san," Shun'ei climbed down and moved to help the hanyou to his feet. "You never learn." The boy shook his head.

"It was a compliment," the half-demon coughed in his defense. He stood up and rubbed his burning chest.

"I've told you many times, Awasu-san, think before you speak," Juun added, leaving the fence to join them.

"I did!"

There was clearly no hope, Yoichi thought, smothering a laugh. Those four were a unique bunch, and it was entertaining just being in their company.

"Just go and apologize," the teen suggested. "She went easy on you, so that means she won't stay mad long."

"Easy?" Awasumaru looked appalled. "Says who?" The hanyou grimaced, dusting off his hakama. "But, you're right, I'll talk to her." Jumping over the fence, he headed in the direction Suiren had a few moments ago.

Miroku's call to end the afternoon class diverted the attention of the remaining three, and they turned back to the practice area. The next group to practice was projectile-type weapons, and the boys watched as Ryuko and his team came onto the field.

Yoichi was peering through the throng of taijiya arriving and leaving the field; he seemed to be searching for someone. The teen was leaning to the side for a clear view when he bumped into a passerby.

Ayako, Ryuko's teenage apprentice, felt the jolt from Yoichi's shoulder and dropped the bag she was carrying. Knocked off balance, the girl rocked to the side, but planted her feet firmly and immediately righted herself. Once steady, Ayako looked down at the spilled contents on the ground; the duffle-like bag contained kyudo equipment, blowpipes, and darts.

"Gomen!" both cried simultaneously. Their cheeks flamed as they recognized each other.

"You okay?" Yoichi asked with a stupid smile plastered on his face.

"Yeah… yeah, I'm fine," the girl blushed furiously.

"Ayako-chan!" Ryuko yelled from the field, "Hurry! We're starting soon!"

"Coming!" The girl teen kneeled down to pick up the scattered equipment. She looked up, surprised, as Yoichi also squatted down to assist her.

"Th… thanks." Ayako stuttered. Together, they replaced the items; the male teen stood up and hefted the bag over his shoulder.

"I'll carry it," Yoichi offered. He watched as Ayako bent down to dust off the knee of her uniform, hiding a blush, before moving onto the field. Both Shun'ei and Juun were forgotten, as their sempai escorted the girl to her team.

"Suiren surprised me today," Shun'ei said out-of-the-blue. "She's never been mindful of others before. Hearing her comfort Yoichi, her rival since her first day here, let's me know how far she's come in a short time." The taijiya turned to the blind child and said, "I think training with you has a lot to do with that."

"You give me more credit than I deserve," Juun smiled.

Shun'ei marveled at the boy's modesty. "Have any plans today, Juun-san?" he asked, abruptly changing the subject.

"No… why?"

"I'm planning a visit home; to Mushin's temple," the taijiya informed him. "I need to speak with my mentor; If you wouldn't mind, I'd appreciate the company."

Juun had heard of Mushin; the monk had also been Miroku's mentor and colleague to Miroku's father, who had also possessed the wind tunnel. By accompanying Shun'ei, perhaps it was possible to ask a few questions about the curse.

"Of course," Juun responded. "I hope you won't mind me asking some questions while I'm there?"

"No problem," Shun'ei appeared satisfied. "I'll even ask Mushin-dono if he will allow me to see the scrolls regarding the wind tunnel; I can read them to you."

The blind child gasped and then thanked the taijiya. He started to bow in appreciation, but the hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"No need for that," the taijiya smiled. "Friends help each other, right?"

"Thank you," Juun voiced his appreciation. "We should inform Kohaku-sensei and your parents first?"

"Might as well tell them now," Shun'ei stated, noticing his uncle striding across the field, followed by his mother. They were both headed toward Miroku, who turned to greet them.

At his uncle's first appearance of the day, the taijiya on the training field gathered around their headmaster inquiring about his health. As he and Juun approached the adults, the boys overheard that Kohaku was planning to leave the village for a few days.

"Is traveling wise, right now, Oji-sama?" Shun'ei inquired, recalling the vision of his uncle dying. "We have yet to discover who attacked the village."

"That's true, Shun'ei-san, but I doubt they'll be able to launch another attack so quickly," Kohaku informed him. "Besides, I'm not going alone; Yoichi will accompany me, and we'll take a couple of the horses. Don't worry; we'll only be gone two or three days."

Shun'ei looked over at Yoichi's shocked, but pleased expression. He felt better knowing one of the taijiya would be with his uncle. Although he would have preferred one with more experience; Akira or even Heisuke. However, Shun'ei realized the two higher ranked taijiya, would be better guarding the village in Kohaku's absence.

"Mother," Shun'ei turned to address Sango. "Is it okay if Juun- san and I go to Mushin's temple this afternoon? As Oji-sama is traveling by horse, we can take Kirara and be back before nightfall."

"Oh… I don't know, Shun'ei," Sango looked wary, "This is a bit sudden."

"It should be fine, anata," Miroku moved forward, using the endearment to convince his wife. The monk figured his son had a reason for seeking out Mushin before they were scheduled to return home to the temple; therefore, he would aid in his endeavor.

"It's my fault, Sango-chan; Shun'ei and I discussed this a few days ago, and I promised I would speak with you. I can't believe I forgot," the monk scratched his head.

"I would go along," Miroku went on to say, "But with Kohaku leaving…" he shrugged and left the rest unsaid. "But, our son is in good company, Sango-chan. Let them go?"

"All right," Sango sighed exasperated. Both Shun'ei and Juun were level-headed, as well as capable. "Just make sure you two return before dinner."

XxXxX

Heisuke stood at the top of the watchtower and surveyed the surrounding area beyond the village gates. Nearly two weeks into his nuptials and the gardener considered himself a happily married man. By no means was it easy, but it was manageable, all thanks to Ikuyo's cooperation and brilliant planning.

Naoichi's crying was interrupting Heisuke's sleep, especially during certain shifts at the watchtower. Ikuyo had advised her husband to choose the night sentry as his primary shift. Once relieved of his duties at dawn, he had the morning to work in the vegetable garden a while, before going to bed.

Ikuyo had maintained her position at the storehouse and made arrangements with her mother to watch the boys while she worked, and Heisuke slept. Typically, Ikuyo arrived home by late afternoon. Since Heisuke had had the opportunity to sleep during the day, he would pick the boys up from Lady Sae while Ikuyo prepared dinner.

Tenzen had adjusted with ease. The boy was hardworking and cooperative, willing to assist Heisuke with any chore. Unfortunately, the boy wasn't as generous with Ikuyo. He was never outright defiant, his evasions subtle, as he never seemed to complete a task she assigned him. The antics caused nonstop bickering between his wife and their eldest son, with Heisuke caught in the middle, as referee.

Surprisingly, Ikuyo was an excellent cook, showing her prowess by preparing their meals from the fresh produce Heisuke grew himself. The woman also possessed a methodical mind; in less than a few days, Ikuyo had turned his close, cluttered lodgings, into a well-aired and spacious habitable home. Her efforts were, of course, accompanied by a stern lecture about cleanliness and children requiring fresh air.

With advantages; however, came disadvantages. After nearly two weeks of marriage, Heisuke had taken many liberties with Ikuyo's person, but they had yet to consummate their marriage. The decision was Heisuke's and for two reasons. First – having overheard Ikuyo's conversation with Rin, the gardener had decided to allow his wife time to adjust to her new lifestyle and to come to terms with her attraction to him. Even though she admitted to such feelings, she did not sound happy about it.

The other reason was the conversation with Ikuyo's father the evening before their nuptials. In an alcohol induced state, Genpaku had maliciously informed Heisuke that this was his daughter's second marriage agreement. Although shocked, the gardener only smiled and inquired the reason why the contract went unfulfilled.

"She just decided at the last minute she didn't want to go through with it," Ikuyo's father had grunted and shrugged dismissively. "My daughter's a fickle one," he snorted, and then warned Heisuke, "I'll be surprised if she shows up for your nuptials tomorrow." The man had the gall to laugh. "And now, she's managed to convince herself that she wants a baby; but we all know she is not the motherly type."

Heisuke's smile faltered, as his ire rose, but he reigned in his temper. Genpaku may be Ikuyo's father, but belittling her was inexcusable. The entire village realized things were not quite right between father and daughter, but everyone felt Ikuyo was to blame. However, based on Genpaku's comment, the gardener surmised the animosity was not one-sided.

Swallowing his anger and pride, Heisuke pursued the conversation with Ikuyo's father. The gardener was gently probing the older man, trying to assess information regarding Ikuyo's first fiancé. He discovered the man was a lower level samurai with distant connections to the Ashikaga family.

Now privy to this information, Heisuke wondered why Ikuyo had never mentioned a previous engagement. Why would she call it off at the last minute? No matter how fickle her father stated, the gardener knew enough about Ikuyo to realize there was something deeper. Heisuke wanted to know, but he also wanted his wife to be the first to broach the subject.

Over the past week, Heisuke had found every reason possible to touch Ikuyo; he would kiss her lightly on the lips, a brief caress before leaving and upon his return. He would rub against her when near, stand behind her while she prepared meals, and would run his fingers through her luxurious hair before she brushed it at night. The more time spent with Ikuyo, the more reasons Heisuke found to fall in love with her.

Although he was more than ready to progress toward intimacy with his wife, Heisuke wanted more from this marriage, and it was best to start with honesty. If Ikuyo wouldn't come to him, then he would have to go to her. After his shift at the tower ended, he planned to have a heart-to-heart with his wife about her past, their feelings, and the future.

"Oooiii! Heisuke-san!"

The gardener looked over the rail and down on his friend, Chikao, standing beneath the tower. Heisuke waved and noticed the hand signals. Chikao was pointing over his shoulder, and the gardener's eyes followed, seeing Ikuyo was striding purposely toward the tower, with a firm look on her face.

"What did you do, buddy?" Chikao inquired conspiratorially, looking up at Heisuke. "She looks determined."

"She always looks like that," the gardener grinned, watching his wife approach. "It's kinda sexy."

"Always knew your taste were a little strange," Chikao exclaimed, shaking his head. He chuckled, as Heisuke put a hand over his mouth, a sign telling the taijiya to shut up. Bracing himself, Chikao turned to face the dragon.

XxXxX

Removing the last hot sweet potato from the hearth, Ikuyo wrapped it in cloth to keep it warm. She placed it beside the other two potatoes in the bottom the straw basket containing Heisuke's dinner. Once again, her absent-minded husband had rushed out before she returned home. As the hearth was free from ashes, she knew Heisuke had not prepared a meal while she was away at work.

"He's such an idiot," Ikuyo muttered. "He can't even feed himself."

Their marriage had been a simple affair with only Lady Sae, Kohaku, Sango, Teruyo and Bokkai attending; Miroku performed the ceremony. According to Sae, Ikuyo's father had chosen not to participate and gave no reason for his absence to his only daughter's wedding. Not that it had mattered to Ikuyo.

Wearing a simple white kimono, Ikuyo had sat next to Heisuke on the platform of the dojo. Her long hair had been styled elaborately - looped in the back, with the front slicked back and a decorative comb inserted. Against tradition and her mother's advice, Ikuyo had declined the ceremonial headdress, which represented a docile and obedient wife. An act of defiance which Heisuke, Miroku and Teruyo had found highly amusing.

Heisuke had worn a simple black haori, which emphasized his broad shoulders. His hair had been tamed, and Ikuyo's eyes had slid languidly, yet covertly over his person. Although she felt he cleaned up nicely, she was surprised to find she preferred his natural ruggedness.

Looking around their empty abode, Ikuyo thought it too quiet with Heisuke and the children away. Initially, she thought to enjoy such moments to herself, but oddly, found the opposite. Their home was vibrant with everyone present. Heisuke's boisterous "Tadaima!" announcing his arrival was probably heard throughout the village. Even though she scolded him to keep his voice down, Ikuyo felt a strange flutter in her chest each time she heard it.

Naoichi was clingy and very demanding of Ikuyo's time. The toddler went from crawling to pulling up and trying to walk; he was constantly on the move with Ikuyo chasing after him. However, with both Heisuke and Tenzen home, they were able to keep the child entertained while she attended to other things.

Tenzen was proving to be the greatest challenge to their marriage. The boy was excellent with Naoichi; very protective, a model big brother. With Heisuke, Tenzen was obedient and obliging; the two had a good rapport and were forming a strong bond. With Ikuyo, however, the boy was clever, creating diversions when she required his assistance. The more she battled with Tenzen, the more affinity she felt. Unconsciously, the boy had a lot of unexpressed anger; an emotion Ikuyo was very familiar with from her childhood. However, it was interesting trying to figure how Tenzen's young mind worked, and she planned to keep her eye on him.

After packing the remaining items - pickled radishes, broiled fish and her cabbage creation, which Heisuke seem to enjoy, Ikuyo left their abode and headed toward the watchtower.

As she walked along the cottage-lined path, Ikuyo was greeted cordially by many of the older women, and she responded in kind. The younger women; however, barely acknowledged her, still upset at her snagging the second most eligible bachelor in the village. Ikuyo smirked, and continued on her way with her head held high.

A month ago, Ikuyo would never have imagined her life as it is now. Married to a man she barely knew, one considered below her station and suddenly a mother with two children; she would have laughed at something so incogitable. And yet, she had adjusted to this unimagined lifestyle. In this short period of marriage, Ikuyo was beginning to understand the meaning of family.

From the path she was taking, Ikuyo had a view of the tower. A ghost of a smile graced her lips as she thought of one of her husband's many habits. Heisuke had a single-mindedness that Ikuyo found maddening. Whatever project he took on, whether it was gardening or practice, he attacked with so much enthusiasm that he forgot all else. Just as Ikuyo had to retrieve Tenzen from playtime, she had to do the same with her husband when it came to his endeavors.

Since living together, Ikuyo had also noticed Heisuke's penchant for juvenile antics. He and Tenzen would have mock battles while performing chores or during their bath; the two had even simulated a sumo wrestling match, with both stripped down to loincloths. In his excitement, little Naoichi crawled over to enter the fray, earning him a high toss in the air by Heisuke, in which the child squealed in delight.

Although her husband acted childish on occasion, Ikuyo swallowed hard remembering him wearing nothing but a fundoshi and realized Heisuke was a full-blooded male. Other than kisses that were much too brief and subtle caresses, Ikuyo had yet to experience full intimacy with him. The fool was probably thinking she needed time to get used to him or some such nonsense when nothing could have been further from the truth.

It was that brief initial encounter in the storage warehouse that Ikuyo first noticed Heisuke. He was delivering his produce, and she was taking inventory. The second was their scrimmage in the gardens the night they captured Hiroshi and Takuma stealing from the storage shed. The sensation she felt straddling Heisuke's back as they hid in the bushes were the same feelings she had now whenever her husband was nearby. The first time he held her was during their assignment together in the impoverished village. The atmosphere was stimulating, and Ikuyo had panicked at its intensity. Aroused and fearful, she had her pushed him away, but the damage had been done.

Of course, it was merely lust, thought Ikuyo, but Heisuke was the first man to arouse such feelings. As his wife, she wanted to explore those new sensations. There was no need to wait; she was ready the moment she had accepted his proposal. Other than bringing dinner, Ikuyo's other purpose was to demand her wifely rights of her husband. She had been more than patient this past week.

Subconsciously, Ikuyo picked up the pace, as she thought of her confrontation with Heisuke. Would he consider her demanding, too aggressive, or worse - wanton? None of that mattered to Ikuyo; unlike her mother, she would not be a showpiece in this marriage. She would not be taken off the shelf and only used when her husband so desired. Heisuke would soon learn that Ikuyo had certain desires of her own.

Approaching the tower, Ikuyo recognized one of her husband's friends standing beneath the tower. Her brows drew together, and she frowned, trying to recall his name. She had yet to thank him for helping move her belongings to Heisuke's home. As soon as the young man turned around, his name popped into her head.

"Chikao-san," Ikuyo addressed him. The woman was unaware she was still frowning until she saw Chikao's smile fade.

"Hello, Ikuyo-san," the taijiya bowed stiffly.

"Ah… I didn't get the opportunity to thank you for helping move my things," Ikuyo began awkwardly. Her mother had browbeaten her all week, reminding her repeatedly to show gratitude to Heisuke's friends. "Thank you."

"No need." Chikao's smile returned. "Your husband's like a brother to me."

"Is he?" Ikuyo tilted her head back and looked up at the tower.

"Hmm!" Chikao sniffed, and then his eyes noticed the basket Heisuke's wife was carrying. "Sweet potatoes?"

"Oh… yes." Ikuyo answered. "Heisuke's dinner. I'm sure there's more than enough here if you would like some."

"Really!?" the taijiya exclaimed. He could see the woman was putting effort into being cordial. Unfortunately, her body language was stiff, and her smile forced. However, she was making an effort and Chikao, for Heisuke's sake was going to be supportive.

"Come on," he said and moved toward the lift to carry them up to the tower. "I'll go up with you."

Ikuyo pulled up short, noticing the boxed contraption attached to a pulley. She looked up to the tower and then down again, judging the distance. As Chikao stepped into the box, Ikuyo heard the floor creak, and she hastily handed the basket over to the taijiya.

"Never mind!" Ikuyo roughly placed the basket with Chikao and backed away. She wasn't getting on that thing; it didn't look safe. "Just ask Heisuke to come down… please," she added as an afterthought.

"Hey!" Heisuke peeped over the side and shouted from above. "What's taking you two so long? Chikao – are you flirting with my wife?"

Before Chikao could respond. "Don't be stupid," Ikuyo snapped; her eyes glittered dangerously, as she looked up at Heisuke. "Get down here now; I need to talk with you!"

"Something wrong, dear?" the gardener asked with an innocent face.

Closing her eyes, Ikuyo counted to ten to calm herself. Opening her eyes, she looked up at her husband looking down on her and responded with acid sweetness. "No… dear." she mimicked his endearment waspishly. "I only need a moment of your time."

"Be right down!" Heisuke continued turning the spindle on the lift. He would have to ask Chikao to cover the tower while he went down to talk with Ikuyo.

Riding up to the tower, Chikao watched the exchange between the newlywed couple with interest. He still couldn't believe his jovial friend was married to 'the dragon.' Was Heisuke truly happy with this woman? He certainly appeared to be; the taijiya thought as he put his hand in the basket and withdrew a sweet potato. As the lift reached the top, Chikao bit into the warm spud and moaned with pleasure.

"Sugoi!" the taijiya exclaimed, exiting the lift. "You weren't kidding, buddy. That wife of yours can cook!"

"Told ya," Heisuke chuckled with pride. "Hey… watch the tower while I go down, okay?"

"Sure – can I get a taste of that cabbage?" Chikao asked, peeping inside the basket.

"Just a taste," Heisuke said. "I'm on watch until midnight. Be right back," the gardener grinned and jumped over the side of the tower.

Below, Ikuyo stood waiting for her husband. Her eyes glued to the lift at the top, expecting his descent. Detecting movement in her peripheral vision, the woman turned to the source and gasped in horror. Her husband was dangling from the top beam of the tower. Suddenly, he let go and dropped to the next beam below. He repeated the act until he landed deftly on the ground.

"Are… are you crazy?" A shocked Ikuyo hissed, as Heisuke approached and stood in front of her. "Idiot… why didn't you take the lift?"

"Why didn't you?"

"Hmph!" she snorted. "That thing looks like it'll fall apart any second." Ikuyo crossed her arms over her chest.

Heisuke's lip twitched.

"What's so funny?" Ikuyo asked, noticing the gesture.

"Nothing," the gardener shrugged. "What did you want to talk about."

Ikuyo's eyes narrowed on his masculine face. Heisuke was inwardly laughing at her fear of riding the lift to the top of the tower. That lip twitching was a dead giveaway; another annoying habit. Well… she was going to wipe that smile right off his face. Moving to stand directly in front of him, Ikuyo leaned forward and rose up on her toes to whisper in her husband's ear.

"Sex."

XxXxX

So - this is Kikyou, thought Mushin. Naraku's greatest adversary and Inuyasha's old flame. Sitting across from the priestess, Mushin was surprised she was still alive. As the monk recalled, the woman had disappeared after taking possession of the Shikon no Tama, yet she had relinquished Kohaku's shard, thus sparing his life. Now she was here, and Mushin couldn't help but wonder why she had suddenly appeared at the temple.

Well aware of his scrutiny, Kikyou was also studying Mushin. The man was Miroku's and Shun'ei's mentor and regardless of his appearance and the slight smell of sake, he must be a competent fellow.

"Priestess," Mushin addressed the woman and bowed. "I have heard much about you; it is an honor to make your acquaintance."

"The honor is mine, Mushin-dono." Kikyou bowed in return. "This is Idzuna, my friend and traveling companion." She nodded in the kitsune's direction and continued. "I have heard much about you as well through Houshi-dono and his son, Shun'ei. And as for the title of 'priestess', it no longer applies, so please call me Kikyou," she informed the monk.

"Oh…," the monk appeared baffled. Miroku had never mentioned that Kikyou was alive and acquainted with his children.

"We recently met at the slayers village," Kikyou explained, reading the monk's thoughts. "My sons are now training there, under Kohaku's tutelage, and have befriended Suiren and Shun'ei."

"S.. so… sons?" Mushin stuttered. An interesting meeting was starting to become - weird. "You have children, prieste… ah, Kikyou-dono?"

The woman's only response was a hint of a smile, she then turned to Idzuna and nodded to the fox-child, who had remained silent during the greetings.

Opening the satchel, Idzuna withdrew a scroll, leaned forward and handed it to Mushin. Settling back, she watched as the monk opened the scroll and began reading.

Both Kikyou and Idzuna were quiet as the monk examined the manuscript. While reading, Mushin's face reflected several expressions – astonishment, curiosity, concern and some the two watching could not decipher. When finished, they saw Mushin lower the handscroll; the monk appeared deep in thought and then looked up to address Kikyou.

"How did you come by such information?" he asked.

"That is of no consequence," she responded curtly.

"This…," the monk held up the rerolled parchment, "… is a century old document."

"I am aware of that, but what is important…," Kikyou emphasized, "… is how we can help Shun'ei with its contents."

"You know of the boy's power?"

"I do, although it was not hard to figure what it was, what to do about it was another matter. Now we know how to help his powers develop."

"According to what I've read, we can't eradicate nor suppress his abilities," Mushin stated sadly.

"Unfortunately, no. His affliction is inbred." Kikyou said. "Attempting to rid or suppress it will only wear his body down and eventually kill him."

Mushin was silent. Everything the monk had tried to eradicate the demonic energy had been wrong. Without this new information, he didn't want to consider the outcome if they had continued on the same course.

"You didn't know," Kikyou murmured. "I would have done the same in your place."

"Thank you," Mushin bowed and then held up the scroll. "I will return this to you soon."

"I will ask that you copy the information, Mushin-dono," the woman stated. "As you mentioned, it is a centuries-old document that I must return before it is missed. Human hands have never touched this scroll, therefore, it was not easy to obtain nor should I have possession of it."

"I see," Mushin said thoughtfully. Considering the markings on the scroll, Kikyou must have some connection to demons, and she appeared very friendly with the kitsune accompanying her. "Are Miroku and Sango-sama aware of this, Kikyou-dono?"

"I have yet to speak with them," she replied. "I wanted to discuss it with you first." At Mushin's nod, Kikyou hesitated for a moment before presenting a question that the monk, hopefully, would not take offense. "Forgive me, Mushin-dono, but you are cable of educating and training Shun'ei with the information provided, are you not?"

"I would have no one else!"

Mushin, Kikyou, and Idzuna turned to the sound of the booming voice interrupting the discussion. The three were stunned to see Shun'ei strode through the entrance of the dojo with Juun following close behind.

"Shun'ei-san?" Mushin gasped in surprise.

"Youbo-sama?" Juun questioned his foster-mother's presence at the temple.

"Juun-san?" Kikyou asked likewise.

"What are you doing here?" Everyone asked in unison.

XxXxX

"Truly, Akira-san, I don't need an escort. Yoichi-san and I will be all right."

Kohaku sat on his horse and looked down at the group of taijiya, who were ready and willing to accompany their headmaster on his journey of enlightenment.

"Are you sure, Sonchou-sama?" Akira asked his chief. "I will stay, please take a few of my men for protection."

"I'm sure," Kohaku smiled. "Yoichi here is all the protection I need." The taijiya placed a hand on the teenager's shoulder for reassurance.

Yoichi, although initially excited at the prospect of traveling with his mentor and village master, he was starting to get offended by the other taijiya's comments. Everyone seemed so surprised that he had been chosen to accompany his sensei.

"You heard him," the teen snarled at Akira. "I'm skillful enough."

"Watch yer tongue, kid!" The older man threatened, turning a steely gaze his way.

The teen bristled but was smart enough not to respond. After all, Akira was the top-ranked taijiya of the village.

"Yoichi-san." Kohaku caught the teenagers eyes and nodded in the direction of the well. The boy's pent up anger was making his horse skittish, as the animal started snorting and pawing the ground. "Make sure we have enough water, okay?"

Understanding his mentor was separating him and Akira, Yoichi turned his horse, and without a word, headed to the well to fill the travel gourds.

"Don't be so hard on him, Akira-san," Kohaku said, as Yoichi was out-of-range. Straightening in the saddle, the headmaster addressed the group standing in the courtyard. "Each time one of you asks why he was chosen instead of someone with more experience, it takes away the enjoyment of being singled out and eats away at his pride. How would any of you feel if you were in his place?"

"Gomen, Sonchou-sama," the group murmured, and Kohaku held up a hand.

"I'm not the one who needs the apology," he informed them. "Yoichi needs to hear it."

Everyone nodded in agreement and Akira moved forward to speak. "We meant no harm," the taijiya informed the village chief. "We know Yoichi's brave and well-trained, but in the wake of the village attack, well… we just wondered if there was a particular reason."

"I'll give you three," Kohaku stated. "The first – Yoichi's youth; he's just a little older than I on my first mission. Second – our weapon skills are similar and third – Yoichi's mission is to assist me in the regaining something lost; he's the only one qualified."

Akira scratched his chin and looked puzzled. He wanted to understand, but Kohaku's explanation seemed vague. Looking up at the village headmaster, as he sat astride the horse, the taijiya decided to accept his explanation, to wish him a safe journey and return.

At the sound of footsteps approaching, Akira and his group turned to find Miroku and Yoichi approaching. The monk held the reins, leading both horse and rider to the center of the group.

"Got here just in time," the monk said and smiled at his brother-in-law. Fumbling inside his robes, Miroku withdrew several parchments and handed them to Kohaku. "Sango asked that while traveling to deliver these letters."

As Kohaku flipped through addresses a small smile appeared. "How did she know I would be visiting these places?" he asked Miroku.

"Your sister said your plans were obvious," the monk shrugged at Kohaku's surprise. "Women's intuition is a scary thing, you know."

The monk's comment prompted murmurs of agreement and laughter from many men in the group.

"Thanks, Miroku," Kohaku said, stuffing the letters in his satchel. "Tell Sango I'll deliver them as instructed." Turning to Yoichi, he addressed the unusually silent teen. "Ready?"

Yoichi nodded and nudged his horse forward, only to find his path blocked by Akira and his men. He made to protest but noticed everyone, except Akira, had bowed down on one knee.

"Safe journey to you both," Akira announced. The taijiya moved over to Yoichi's side and looked up at the teen. "Keep watch, Yoichi-kohei. You are quite skilled, and your eyes are sharp. You and Sonchou-sama must return safely."

"We will!" Yoichi announced, his chest puffed out and his smile returned. Akira was a stubborn man, but the teen recognized the extended olive branch and gladly accepted it.

Akira returned the smile. "I expect to hear stories about your travels on your return," the taijiya informed Yoichi.

"That's right, a man should always have stories to tell," someone from the group shouted.

Kohaku and Miroku stood back and watched the men tease Yoichi. Recalling his first excursion outside the village, Kohaku remembered feeling the same excitement, but he was also scared.

"Good choice!" Miroku watched Kohaku closely. "There are similarities yet differences," the monk said knowingly.

Leaning down in the saddle, Kohaku eyed his brother-in-law. "I can only assume you know why I chose him?" he inquired of Miroku. The monk nodded, and the taijiya snorted, "Is there anything you don't know?"

"Plenty," Miroku raised an eyebrow. "But when it comes to you, I've been surprised on a few occasions, but otherwise, I know you fairly well."

"I take no comfort in that," Kohaku murmured, as he turned his horse and headed toward the gate.

"That is most wise," the monk chuckled at his brother-in-law's discomfort.

Flicking the reins, Kohaku urged his horse into a light trot. "Let's go, Yoichi-san!" he shouted. As the two passed through the gates and onto the open field, the taijiya looked forward to a journey that was long overdue. Leaning forward in the saddle, Kohaku kneed his horse into a run.

"Rin, wait for me!"

XxXxX

Standing on the upper staircase, Yoippari watched Rin standing in the foyer, awaiting her guests. Although the lord and lady were absent, visitors had arrived at the Westernlands at the young woman's request. The owl watched discreetly, knowing the reason behind the impromptu gathering.

After their discussion earlier, it appeared Rin had decided to solicit advice from other women; however, of the women congregating below, none was human.

The first to arrive was Tsuru – mistress of the cranes. Her tall, slender figure glided through the doorway as if floating on air. Her abundance of silver hair was streaked with slivers of black, which billowed behind her like a cloud. The cranes lineage was as ancestral as the Inu-clan's, and Tsuru was just as superior and egotistical as the dog demon.

Although beautiful of face and figure, she was a deadly opponent on the battlefield. Her cerulean eyes were as cold as her personality and a wintry sky. Surprisingly, she had befriended the family of the West, although she and Sesshoumaru despised each other. For some reason, the two could not be in the same place without causing a disturbance. However, Yoippari felt Tsuru's presence was necessary for this situation.

Hikyuu, the leopard demon, accompanied Tsuru; the two had been friends for centuries, although no one understood why, as their personalities were so different. A foot shorter than Tsuru, Hikyuu's fawn colored hair was short cropped and swept back from a pixie, heart-shaped face, possessing large onyx eyes.

The leopard was carefree with a pleasant nature and sense of humor. She was a scout for the council and her tracking skills unrivaled. A few years ago, she had taught Rin to use the surujin – a weapon created to bind, not kill. Hikyuu used it for that purpose; however, that was the prelude to her fatal finishing move. As Hikyuu had just entered into a relationship with Raion, of the lion clan, she may have good advice for Rin.

The last to arrive was the hanyou Pyuuma; she was the wife of Mouko, Sesshoumaru's former second in command and now Awasumaru's friend and trainer. If anyone could assist Rin with her dilemma, it would be the lioness. After all, a half-demon mating with a full-fledged, pedigree demon, there was much controversy and opposition surrounding her union with the Tiger Lord; however, the two had prevailed and were now expecting their first child.

Pyuuma flashed a brilliant smile, as her topaz gaze rested on Rin. The lioness was petite, with a swath of honey-blond hair pulled back into a high ponytail. From the back, one could not tell she was with child. Once she turned to the side, the slight bulge in her belly was visible.

Yoippari smiled watching the scene play out below. Rin was smart enough to obtain support and backing from the few friends she had acquired here in the West. Suddenly, the owl's acute senses keyed into a sound; her head swerved slowly in that direction, and her sharp eyes pinpointed the source.

The owl relaxed, as Hebi – the snake demon emerged from the shadows in the hall and slithered her curvaceous body towards Rin. With her bald head and exotic features, the snake appeared and blended in with the other women. The snake clan, known for their stealth, were infamous for infiltrating areas no one else could. Yoippari decided she would have to speak to Sesshoumaru about improving security.

Rin greeted each woman warmly and ushered them into the living room. There was lots of laughter as the women had not seen each other in quite a few moons. Hikyuu and Pyuuma sat on the chaise cushions, as Tsuru claimed Sesshoumaru's zaisu chair. Hebi stretched out on a string of cushions, reclining her sleek, sinewy body.

"I was surprised to receive a message from you, Rin-san," Pyuuma stated, adjusting the pillows to support her back. Her topaz gaze settled on the young woman. "I'm happy to see you; it's been awhile. How is everyone?"

The women made small talk, getting reacquainted with each other. Finally, Pyuuma asked, "What was so urgent that you needed to speak with us?"

Rin blushed; she stood and walked to the center of the room and took a deep breath. "I asked you here today because I need your help," she began. "Well… there is no easy way say this so; I'll just come out with it."

Turing in a circle, she included everyone in the room. "I've fallen in love with someone and - he's asked me to live with him," Rin added shyly.

Stunned silence. Finally, Pyuuma and Hikyuu jumped up and embraced the girl, congratulating her on finding love and upcoming nuptials.

"That's wonderful!" Pyuuma exclaimed. "I'm so happy for you!"

"Great news!" Hikyuu gushed. "When did this come about? Who is the lucky man?"

"Well, well," Hebi purred, her willowy figure rose to join the other women. "It's the headmaster of the slayers village… that Kohaku guy, right?"

"I should have known," Rin sighed. With the snake's information network, there wasn't much Hebi or her brother, Jadoku, didn't know or couldn't find out. Suddenly, Rin gasped. "Sesshoumaru-sama doesn't know, does he?" she asked worriedly.

"Oh… who cares?" Tsuru spat. "Did he think his human pet wouldn't grow up and eventually leave the nest?"

"Tsuru-chan!" Pyuuma gasped at the cranes boldness.

"Don't start!" Tsuru snapped at the lion and stood abruptly. "It's not like I'm the only one who's had that thought." Her blue eyes rounded on the other women, daring them to deny it.

Gliding over to Rin, Tsuru lifted her head, forcing the young woman to look into her eyes. "No offense, Rin-san, but you're an adult now. How long did Sesshoumaru think you could exist in a demon environment? If you ask me, he should have seen this coming," the crane grunted. "Just tell him flat out and do as you please!"

"Come here, Rin-san," Hikyuu intervened and, taking Rin's arm, guided her to a seat and away from Tsuru. "Okay, let's regroup," the leopard stated calmly. "You're in love with the human, Kohaku, and you want to tell Sesshoumaru, is that right?"

"Yes," Rin sighed. "As Tsuru-sama said, I plan to inform him… I mean I must, but I want to make a mature presentation. He's very protective, as any father would be, I just want him to understand my feelings."

"Hmph, you're asking a lot," the crane sniffed. "By the way, what does the Lady of the West have to say about all this?" Tsuru asked, as the thought suddenly occurred.

"Good question." Hebi's eyes lit up. "Does Kikyou-sama know?"

"She does," Rin admitted. "And… that's another dilemma."

"Why?" Pyuuma sounded surprised. "I never mentioned this, but Kikyou has been aware of your feelings for Kohaku for a while. She's never seemed to have anything against it; has something happened to change that?"

"We haven't discussed it yet, but I want to confront her when she returns."

"I don't see a problem," Tsuru stated imperiously. "Same with Sesshoumaru-san, simply tell them how you feel and don't back down."

"Wait!" Hebi snapped her fingers, finally understanding Rin's issue. "Now I get it! Kikyou-sama is practical," she explained. "She's an intellectual, and you're afraid of having your words twisted or worst, falling under her influence," the snake deduced.

"That's right!" Rin smiled and leaned forward. "Kikyou-sama has verbally bested even Sesshoumaru-sama on many occasions; I am no match for her."

"However, I want to be prepared for any arguments she may have to sway me," Rin informed them. "I want to hold firm to my decision in a mature manner without crying, losing my temper or acting childish."

"For a human, that Kikyou is a different breed," Tsuru injected, recalling her first meeting with Sesshoumaru's mate. The crane experienced the most elegantly verbal comeuppance that would challenge any high-class demon. "She must have been a youkai-hime in her other life. I can't think of any other woman, demon or human, who could put up with that canine basta…"

"Tsuu-ruu!" Hikyuu growled, interrupting the cranes tirade. The leopard was fast losing patient with her friend.

Pyuuma sat next to Rin and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together. "I think I see what you are trying to do," the lioness said. "You want to pursue your own path, but you want the blessing of your parents."

"That's right," Rin murmured. "Sesshoumaru-sama and Kikyou-sama are the only parents I've known. Unfortunately, I barely remember my blood relatives."

"Fear not, Rin-san, I believe we have a plan," Hikyuu announced, as she rubbed her hands together, mapping out a strategy. "Although it pains me to say, I have to agree with Tsuru when it comes to Sesshoumaru, so – she is the best person to coach you with him."

"Hebi-chan," Hikyuu addressed the snake. "I leave it to you to coach Rin on matching wits with Kikyou."

"As for Pyuuma-chan and I," Hikyuu said to Rin. "We are the peacemakers; it's our job to instruct you on subtlety and tact. To express yourself with just enough emotion without going overboard. Are you ready?"

"Yes!" Rin felt jubilant. "I'm more than ready!"

XxXxX

In an instant, the smile was wiped from Heisuke's face, and Ikuyo smirked with satisfaction. That will teach him to have fun at her expense; she thought, stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest.

Unfortunately, Ikuyo's triumph was short-lived as Heisuke stared at her so long, she started to feel uncomfortable. She only wanted to take the wind out of his sails, not render him speechless.

"Look…" Ikuyo began, only to be cut off, as Heisuke raised his hand, indicating she stop.

Her husband shot her a smoldering glare and then turned from her to look up at the tower. "Chikao-san!" he shouted.

The taijiya's head appeared over the side, and he waved. Ikuyo watched as Heisuke made a few hand signs and Chikao responded in the same manner. Once their form of communication was complete, Heisuke turned and moved toward his wife.

"Come with me," he ordered gruffly, as he brushed past her and kept walking.

Ikuyo gasped at his brusqueness. Was he mad that she had raised the subject of intimacy (or lack of) between them? How dare he? She thought. Why was Heisuke upset, she wondered? If anyone should be upset, it should be her.

As Ikuyo stared at the retreating form of her husband, she seriously considered turning right around and heading back home. However, her combative spirit would not allow that. Tossing her head, Ikuyo fell in step behind Heisuke and followed his lead. She was going to let him have it and was itching for the confrontation.

Leave it to his wife to take the bull by horns, thought Heisuke, as he roamed, trying to find a location to talk in private. Their home was too far, and he could only take a short break from the tower.

The gardener wasn't upset, just annoyed that he had allowed too much time to pass which caused Ikuyo to mention the subject first. Although the lack of intimacy had been an issue with Heisuke, obviously it must be the same for Ikuyo as well. The question now - what was she expecting?

Knowing how stubborn she could be, Heisuke wasn't sure whether she had followed him and he refused to turn around to see. Finally, he heard her trudging behind him, and he released the breath he was holding.

It was evident Ikuyo was spoiling for a fight. Heisuke could tell as her long-legged stride had no trouble keeping up with him. A few feet from the tower, the gardener noticed the roof of the storage shed through the trees and turned swiftly in that direction.

"You have your key?" he threw over his shoulder.

Ikuyo looked past her husband's broad shoulders to see their destination. "I have it," she murmured, noticing where they were headed. She withdrew the metal pin from her obi and palmed it in her hand.

"Good." he responded.

Heisuke walked to the entrance of the storage shed and stood to the side while Ikuyo moved forward to unlock it. Once the padlock was removed, the gardener slid open the wooden panel and pushed Ikuyo inside.

The woman gasped again, surprised at Heisuke's rough handling. As soon as he closed the door, she turned on him, like a spitting tiger, only to find herself backed against the door and Heisuke's large frame barring her way.

"Move!" Ikuyo snarled, pushing her husband's chest with no success. "What are you doing?"

Grabbing her hands, Heisuke wrestled them her sides; he moved in and pinned her back against the door. "Rule number one, wife," the gardener began, "Personal issues will be discussed at home, not out in the open for everyone to hear. Understand?"

"Argh!" Ikuyo growled, still struggling. Her husband's body was like an oak tree, solid and immobile. "Let go!" she hissed and tried to lash out with her foot.

As soon as she lifted her leg to kick him, Heisuke moved in and wedged his thigh between hers. "I understand… that's all you have to say, and I'll let you go," he whispered into her hair.

The heat from his body halted Ikuyo's struggles, and she sucked in a shaky breath. Her desire threatened to consume her and, as her knees felt a little unsteady, she leaned back against the door for support.

During the struggle, the bun Ikuyo wore had unraveled, and her dark tresses hung wildly about her face and shoulders. The exertion caused her to breathe heavy, and Heisuke's eyes were glued to the rise and fall of her creamy cleavage beneath her kosode.

"All right…" Ikuyo whined. "I understand! Now let go, you brute!"

Reluctantly, Heisuke released her hands and stepped back. He watched his wife push off the door. Flicking her hair back over her shoulder, she fixed her husband with a hostile glare.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Ikuyo whispered. "All because I mention…"

"I know what you mentioned," Heisuke interrupted. "We'll get to that in a minute, but first, I have a question for you."

Ikuyo raised an eyebrow and then asked, "Question?"

"Uh-huh."

"Will it explain why you're forceful without cause?" she asked.

"Maybe," Heisuke shrugged.

Grinding her teeth in frustration, she sighed, "Okay… your question?"

"Why didn't you tell me you had a previous marriage contract?" he asked bluntly.

"Because it had nothing to do with you," Ikuyo stated, equally forthright.

"You don't think I had a right to know?" The gardener stepped closer, looking down at his wife.

"Would it have made a difference?" she asked.

Heisuke appeared to give it some thought and then answered, "No."

"Then why are you badgering me about it?" Ikuyo snapped.

"It's called being open and honest, Ikuyo-chan," he stated solemnly. "Rule number two – no secrets in this marriage. One thing I've always liked about you is your brutal honesty. Trust me; I would have rather heard it from you than your father."

Folding her arms over her chest, Ikuyo raised a brow. "So you're applying rules now?"

"You've been doing that since day one; you're telling me I can't make some rules?"

"That's only fair… I guess," she said grudgingly. As she stood there, her eyes narrowed, as she appeared to be thinking and then, suddenly, she smirked and then laughed cynically. "That sly old weasel," she whispered aloud to no one in particular.

"Care to share," her husband asked.

"Sure, my open and honest man," Ikuyo said sarcastically. She put her hands on her hips and walked up to Heisuke. "It's my father, you see. He was hoping you wouldn't proceed with the marriage once you knew."

"Why would he do that?"

"It's a long story," Ikuyo sighed. She turned from him and then reached up to lift her hair and reapply her bun. "We'll discuss it later. You have to get back to the tower."

Unfortunately, she was right. The time Heisuke had given Chikao through hand signals was almost up, but there was one issue between him and his wife that was left unresolved.

Walking up behind Ikuyo, Heisuke reached out to stop her from pinning her hair and turned her around to face him. "You wanted to discuss 'sex' if I recall. So - what about it?"

"You tell me," she responded. "We've been married for more than a week and… nothing." Ikuyo folded her arms across her chest again, an unconscious habit.

"I thought I'd give you time to adjust…"

"I don't need time, idiot," Ikuyo cut him off and gave an exasperated sigh. Stepping closer to him, she placed her hands on Heisuke's chest, making direct eye contact. "I've been patient enough," she whispered in husky tones, her hands tracing a pattern from his shoulders to his chest, and down his abdomen. "I want you, Heisuke," she breathed. Pressing her body to his, Ikuyo rubbed against him suggestively and felt the rewards of her efforts. "And… I think you want me too. Is that brutally honest enough for you?"

Ikuyo was soon to discover how right she was, thought Heisuke. Her touch was driving him mad and that body he had fantasized about every night had him hardening against her softness. Heisuke was less than gentle as he reached for and crushed her tighter against him. One arm closed around her waist, like a steel band while the other hand twisted a fist into her hair, tilting her head back.

"Leave it to a woman to tell a man his shortcomings," Heisuke's voice had also taken a different tone, and he thrust his hips forward, grinding into hers. "Forgive my neglect, dear wife. I assure you, I will be more attentive in future." With that said, his mouth swooped down and took possession of hers, kissing her fiercely and thoroughly.

"Oh… Heisuke," Ikuyo murmured each time they came up for air. She felt dizzy, and her loins were on fire. Through the fog of desire, Ikuyo noticed her husband had transported them to a more secluded area of the storeroom. She shivered, feeling a draft as her kosode was peeled from her shoulders and she arched back as callused hands close over bared breasts. "Mmmm!" Ikuyo moaned, and her hips started to gyrate with the heightened sensations. "I need… I need…"

"I know what you need," the gardener said, his voice strained. As he lowered her to the floor, Heisuke realized his needs were going to have to wait. Looming over her, he captured a breast, massaging the coral nub between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand slid from her calf, up between her thighs to stroke her intimately.

"There is just enough time to take care of your needs," he whispered against her lips before his slid languidly down her neck to her breast. Suddenly, Heisuke paused.

"Ikuyo." His voice was gruff.

"Hmm," she managed in her carnal euphoria.

"Let the boys stay with your mother tonight," he murmured, before his lips closed over a quivering, taut peak and drew into his mouth.

XxXxX

Sango, Miroku, and Shippou sat out on the engawa, their eyes glued to the sky awaiting Shun'ei and Juun's return. Dinner had been served and still, there was no news of the boys.

"Do you think…" Sango turned suddenly to her husband.

"No I don't," the monk cut her off before her imagination grew wild.

"Houshi-sama!"

"Stop it, Sango-chan," Miroku chided. "You're getting worked up for nothing. The boys are fine, just running behind schedule, that's all."

"The sun hasn't set yet, Sango-sama," the kitsune added.

"Okay fine," Sango sighed heavily.

"See… you should have let us go with them!" Suiren spat, stepping out from the room to join the others. The girl had been upset all afternoon hearing her brother had left home without telling her.

"Yeah," Awasumaru piped in, as he followed. "It's not fair; they didn't say anything to us."

"Enough you two," Miroku addressed both children. "Your mother's already worried, Suiren, please don't add to that." The monk appealed to his daughter.

The girl looked over at Sango, whose eyes never left the sky, and felt contrite. Muttering an apology, she crossed over to the railing and climbed to sit next to Shippou. Awasumaru took a seat on the engawa floor and looked toward the Eastern sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kirara in flight.

First – there was a pulsating hum. Everyone heard and felt it, but could not pinpoint the area or direction. Next - a shimmering light appeared at the end of the engawa and everyone jumped to their feet.

"Is that a portal?" Sango asked, wishing she had the Hiraikotsu in hand.

"Yes…" Shippou answered. The kitsune jumped down from the railing and moved toward the light.

"Stay back, Shippou-chan," Miroku yelled.

"It's okay," the kitsune replied, moving closer and stopped directly in front of the proposed opening. "It's fox magic."

The light pulsated and then opened, and a figure stepped through the gaping hole.

"Idzuna-chan!" Awasumaru exclaimed and ran toward the girl.

"Greetings, young master - everyone!" The girl fox first bowed to Awasumaru and then the others. "Lady Kikyou requested I contact you to inform you that your son and young master Juun have reached their destination safely."

"Thank goodness," Sango breathed. "But, wait… why is Kikyou sending the message?" Sango turned to her husband for confirmation, but he shrugged, looking just as perplexed as his wife.

"Our lady has acquired information on your son's condition and has met with Mushin-dono," Idzuna informed them. "Shun'ei arrived in the midst of the discussions and will be staying, along with Lady Kikyou and myself, for a few days at the temple."

"Pray, tell me that is good news, Idzuna-chan?" Miroku gave a charming smile, and the kitsune responded as any female would.

Blushing to the tips of her pointed ears, Idzuna tittered, "Hai, good monk, it is."

"Thank, Kami!" Both the monk and Sango said simultaneously.

"How is my mother?" Awasumaru asked anxiously, knowing Idzuna was reaching her limit and would have to close the portal soon.

"She is most well, young master… very energetic," the fox added meaningfully. "Gomen," she said with a bow and stepped back. "I must go now. Lady Kikyou did not want you to worry and says she will be in touch very soon."

"Thank you!"

The fox bowed again and turned to re-enter the portal.

"Idzuna," Shippou said her name.

The girl fox stopped and looked over her shoulder at her distant kinsman. "Yes, Shippou-san?"

"Next time you visit," the male kitsune said, "Maybe we'll have a chance to chat."

The girl kitsune only smiled and stepped into the portal, before it disappeared.

"Way to go, Shippou," Miroku nudged him. "She's a real cutie."

"Shut up, you flirt!" Shippou barked. "Pray, tell me that is good news, Idzuna-chan?" the kitsune smiled cheekily, mimicking the monk's voice and actions a few moments ago.

"I didn't do that." Miroku drew back, looking appalled.

"Yes… you did!" Sango joined in. "It's so much a part of you that you can't even tell you're doing it," she sneered.

"Aww… Sango-chan, that's not…"

"Quiet!"

Everyone went silent and turned to the one making the shrill noise.

Suiren, who had been silent throughout the exchange, finally stepped forward and demanded, "What is wrong with my brother and what does it have to do with Awasumaru's mom?"

XxXxX

After infiltrating a nest of Tsuchigumo (demon mob spiders), Akujikumo had spread hallucinogens, to drug his prey, take over their base and use their resources. One particular resource that was important to Akujikumo was the Tsuchigumo's web connections.

From the moment Kohaku had left the fortress, the demon was able to monitor and track his movements. The mob spiders reported back to their subjugator through the web network, transmitting messages through vibrations of weaved webs.

Once it was reported the keeper of the last shard of the Shikon no Tama was on the move, so was Akujikumo. Once he procured Kohaku's shard, it would be easy, the demon thought, to locate the other parts of the jewel.

"Which way is he headed?" Akujikumo inquired of the worker receiving messages at the nest.

"East," the worker responded, its long hairy legs wobbled and bounced as it gathered information.

"Heh!" Akujikumo grunted. "He probably has a horde of protectors following,"

"No… only one accompanies him," the worker reported. "A young boy."

"That's all!" The spider rose on all eights. Rubbing his two front legs together gleefully, Akujikumo realized he would not have to wait to erect another army. If Kohaku were fool enough to travel without protection, the spider would not miss an opportunity to reclaim the jewel shard.

"Keep track of him and report everything," Akujikumo hissed, as he spiraled his body around and scuttled over to the opening that led above ground. "You lose him, and you're dead."