It should come to no surprise to anyone that Sesshomaru liked pain; mostly, he liked to be the one giving pain. He wasn't known as the dark prince of death for nothing; he lived by the meaning of his name quite well. Humans and demons alike feared him, those who were smart and valued life, respected him, and those were dumb, well, let's just say he granted their death wish.
Making someone scream in bone-crushing pain was a tune he was quite used to, and when he wanted someone dead, it would be so.
Except for one person, her.
The smell of blood boosted his memory of war, all except hers, and while the pain he gave to many fed his demonic side in a dark nature, almost evil, her pain seemed to do something entirely different to him; oh, it fed his beast alright in the most animalistic way but his body also reacted to her pain as well. At first, when he failed to kill her, he was angry, really angry, not bother, not inconvenienced, angry, and then his brother went and took his arm off with the sword the dumb wench pulled out.
After calming, he decided she deserved to live only because she did just that; she lived, the first and only person to live and tell about it. Then she had to go a hit him with one of her arrows; respect was immediate, anyone who could land him was a force to be reckoned with, and even he was wise enough to know that. Her power was large; his father would have in intrigued by this human if you could even call her that; she was clearly human, yet he wasn't so sure he could put her in their category. At first, save these few things, he ignored her, did not regard her, not someone he thought about unless standing in front of him; only then would he acknowledge her existence if need.
But then he smelt her blood.
Her blood hit him heavy even from miles away; her blood was like pure magic, it was so heavy it brought a copper taste to his mouth just by smelling it, and it made his fangs elongate without his consent.
It quickly became apparent to him that even though she had a lot of power hidden in her tiny body, pain and suffering followed her like a dark shadow. Of course, her friends were to blame; she should have been trained a long time ago. Of course, when he learned she was the reason for his dark rise, he almost wanted to kill her again, then when he found out she was the holder of the jewel, her power made sense, though she was far more powerful than his half brother and half-dead clay lover and she was influential in her own right.
Then, he learned that she was not of this time; she was immune to time; he wondered if anyone really understood what that meant for her; law made by the Gods did not abide by her; she was sorta like a child of the Gods above, not so much a goddess and not quite a celestial being, again he could not figure out what category to put her in, she wasn't just human, there was no way. Of course, she wasn't demonic; she was holy, overly pure bring and pink, and he hated it; her light was annoying, smothering, and even though he was sure his own demonic aura could have her summitting she was one not to gamble with.
Her ability to befriend people also annoyed him; she was like a happy fucking fairy throwing out love dust and turning the evilest of demonic creatures into butterflies; it made him sneer. The weak would fall to her magic charm, not him, never him. Of course, he was never close enough or around long enough to find out more.
But he didn't need to be close to know that she had a band of men after her 'love' and while he did admit, her power was something to admire and not trifle with, and he could admit she was quite easy on the eyes, especially when riled up and wild, and he did admit to any other being she would be a prize, but not to him, he wanted to keep his distance from her in every possible way and not because he was scared, because he was scared of nothing, it was merely that, he hated every part of her being, and not because she seemed human, something else bugged him about her, rubbed him the wrong fucking way, though he could not pinpoint why.
And at first, he simply ignored the group; he had more pressing matters, like finding Naraku. But then he found himself always on the same path as the little group; it was almost annoying. They were getting closer to the end, closer to Naraku, and the more jewels they found, the more battles they found, which led to his current problem.
Her, yet again her.
He had joined the group, which now also held a wolf and two other wolves that he just as well kill; they were useless, of course, they were all useless, which again led to his current problem, her.
It was another day and another fight, and she once again found her self met with pain, it did seem to love the girl, and to his amazement, she seemed to take it all rather well, which also led to his current problem, her.
She skidded on her belly right to his feet. He could smell the blood already and watched as her body twitched in pain; he made no move to help her. She panted for a moment before getting on all fours; lucky for her, all the men were busy, or he was sure they would be looking at her backside. Her tiny hand fisted in the dirt as she growled? Then her head snapped up to look at him. "Are you just gonna stand there?"
He did not grace her with an answer; she rolled her eyes and slowly stood; his eyes drifted down, her shirt torn, her midsection now bleeding with scratches and was dirty; she was panting but otherwise didn't bat an eye. She sighed heavily and spun around, "Stupid demons!" She said under her breath, but he heard her. She squatted down and picked up her bow and arrow and held it tight, moving her feet. He could make out the lines in her muscles at her legs; she had powerful legs. Her elbow raised, and he felt the rise of her power, holy and clean and purifying, and it was expanding, and even he took a step back "Hit the mark,"
Her arrow flung with a tharp of her bow sting, and his keen hearing could pick up the sound of a crack of power, and then it hit its mark, and he watched, in both amazement and disgust as the demonic being was instantly purified, her power crawled up the being as it were a snake slowly choking its prey.
The jewel fell, and she lowered her arm, but her power snapped behind her,
"Was that aimed at me?" He asked in his normal unemotional tone,
She didn't grace him with an answer. Instead, it was his brother who spoke: "What the fuck Sesshomaru, what's the point of you here if you're not going to help?"
She turned to look at him, and he ran his claw hands down his hair " It is not I who holds the sword who can strike down 100 demons now am I, little brother,"
Inuyasha growled, "You got a fucking sword, asswhole!"
"And you have a Miko,"
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"If you cant not dispatch of a worthless, weak demon such as that yourself, train the Miko; it is obvious you can not protect her."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Inuyasha was also the cause of his current problem, which was her. She was powerful yet untrained, and her group of friends, even all together, could not protect her, which is why she was always met with pain and blood and while he was not the one giving her said pain, he found that it pleased his beast to watch her receive such pain, he did not engage simply because he wanted to smell her blood and see her hurt. Still, when she toughed it out and gritted teeth, he found her utterly attractive to the point his inner beast growled to be released and show her real pain and pleasure, and that was his current predicament, and it pissed him off to no end.
Sesshomaru loved to be then one to give pain, but he feared if he touched her, he to would meet his end because he knew, knew without a shadow of a doubt she would become a very real weakness, and he would rather kill them both than to accept that.
So for now, he could only watch and pray that soon this would come to an end, and the Miko would return and release her powerful hold she didn't even know she had on him.