Masked

Sesshoumaru dropped onto the roof of the girls house, uncaring that he was trespassing. He heard and ignored the shouts of her guards as he dropped to the ground outside and shoved the door open. She was waiting for him in the entranceway, her arms crossed under her breasts. "Where is she?" he demanded, advancing on her, easily swatting away the guards that tried to stop him.

"That's enough, Watashi," she murmured to the captain of her guards. "He will leave when I give him what he wants."

"Ambassador, we can't just leave you-

"I said that is enough. I will call for you if I need you." The words were firmer and there was a hint of a threat in them as the entire time, she kept her eyes on the Daiyoukai.

"Where is she?" he demanded again, hating the way her feelings echoed through his mind, made him tense.

"She got a page from her grandfather. She is one of a group of Spiritual people and slayers that are responsible for ridding Tokyo of rogue youkai." Sango tilted her head to the side, a little curious. "Can't you simple follow the bond between the two of you?"

He snarled and shook his head, even as he turned to leave. "It is not a bond between the two of us; it is the child she carries that calls to me. It is too heavily masked by whatever she is fighting."

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