Fuiasu soared through the sky, her heart in her throat and her yōki a feral explosion around her. This was not the choice she was supposed to make. If the girl was going to die, it would be by her hand—not by another's. But as she drew closer and closer to the citadel, the fiery scent of shed blood and burning terror shredded her senses and pulled at her usually unshakable control.
If the girl died this night, Fuiasu was not sure her soul would survive the guilt of it.
On the wind, she scented her mate and son and knew she would have questions to answer. Leaving the citadel unguarded was the least of her crimes, if either of the little females in their pack were harmed this night.
When she finally landed in the bloody, ruined courtyard, she took in the scene with a calm she did not feel. The healer kneeled in blood, a sword through his back—but most of the blood that covered him scented of the dismembered, disemboweled bodies that littered the garden, discounting the palace guards impaled on their own pikes. There were two males left standing, facing her now in front of a small barrier behind which Kagome and Izayoi clung together—their kimono's shredded, bruised and bloody, reeking of terror.
Her eyes lingered on the shreds of the kimono and it took only seconds for her to spot the remains of those kimono's in the muddy garden. It had not occurred to her, until she looked at those scraps of colorful kimono, that there were worse things than death.
Without much thought, she snapped her hand out and whip of violet energy lashed out. Another twist of her wrist and it circled the neck of one of the males—decapitating him slowly as poison eked out and cut his head from his neck.
"And then there was one," she murmured, her head tilted to the side slightly as the first body tumbled to the ground next to the barrier.
The male sneered but did not flinch or back away, only prepared himself by drawing twin blades from his thighs. "There are many," he corrected, and remained in front of the barrier that protected his prey. He need only wait for more forces to arrive and then they could complete their task. It had been stupid to attempt to defile the girls here—they should have taken them far and away and burned the citadel to the ground. But there was still a chance they could succeed if he could outlast this inu bitch.
Fuiasu could hear them, if she listened but she was unperturbed. Her mate and son were close, and their arrivals would bolster what remained of the palace guard. "You are a fool if you think the West will fall so easily." Even as she spoke, she spread her yōki far again, unleashing the intensity of her power across the citadel and smirking when the male before her finally took a step back. "You are cowards who attack innocents, monsters who touch children, youkai unworthy of the name, weak slugs who must needs outnumber two young females to succeed. No, filth as low as you could never hope to bring low the House of the Moon."
And then Sesshoumaru was there, landing behind the male and he devoured the monster in just one bite.
"There are more of them coming. Protect the girls."
She did not wait for his acquiescence, only jumped into the sky and transformed. Though she scented her mate, Fuiasu did not wait for him. Though she'd managed to present a calm front to the monsters whom had attacked the girls, she needed an outlet for her own guilt in this matter. If she had only been here instead of sobbing in the forest like a pup, the girls would not have been touched. They might neither one be her pups, but they were her responsibility from the moment she had accepted them into her pack. And so she would spill blood and rend bodies and make the fools attacking them rue even the idea that they might succeed on their attack of the West.
She landed amongst a large contingent of them just outside the citadel walls and began her bloody task.
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