The Wind Scar is the easiest technique to use. Sesshoumaru stands watching Inuyasha, instigating.
He pushes his youki against the swords, making the place to swing obvious.
The miko gasps, and his eyes snap to her. She is intently watching where the energies collide. Mikos should not be able to sense or see a demon's energy like that. He has never heard of one that could do more than feel their auras.
In his miko driven distraction, he does not see or smell Inuyasha swing the Tessaiga. In the ensuing blast of energy his eyes widen and somehow while in the midst of the blast he's transported away.
Like the Tessaiga, the Tensaigas scabbard has protections.
He lands in a clearing not too dissimilar to when he had found THEM. Shooting like a star through the sky, landing akimbo.
He drags himself slowly to a nearby tree. In his pain and brooding he almost misses the human child that has approached.
Even though he partially transforms his face and threateningly postures, she slowly approaches him and tries to care for his wounds.
Her sweet, innocent smile disarms him, and he allows it.
She brings him offerings of different foods. Once her face is bruised and swollen like she's been beaten.
But it's the scent of her blood on the breeze that clenches his heart.
Her body lies broken and bloody. Eaten. Wolves have torn her apart, her entrails are spread across the ground. The packed dirt is muddy with her blood and the pawprints showing a lesser form of wolf are all around her.
Vacant eyes stare unseeingly towards the direction he was, and he wonders if she was coming to warn him. Perhaps she was coming to him for protection.
His father's sword rattles in its sheath. This burden he carries. He draws it, seeing the imps of the underworld.
Jakens voice screeches in the distance.
He swings, watching in mute fascination and the girls wounds heal and her heart begins beating again. Skin knits back together without trace of the carnage she had been moments before. Except for the blood, of course.
Jakens voice is closer.
The girl's eyes flutter open, she looks around and smiles at him again.
Turning to walk away, the girl starts following him. He recalls another child who followed him, the golden eyes and silver hair of his bloodline. The child that should have been HIS.
He feels a tug at the empty sleeve of his Kimono and he looks back at her.
"Do as you please"
Children seem to be his weakness.
Sesshoumaru isn't following Inuyasha. No one could tell him differently. They are just heading in the same direction to find that spider.
So when he sees the Miko walking through the trees, for a moment he is confused. All he can scent is graveyards and funeral incense. He stands with all the stillness of a predator watching her.
The Miko turns toward him, stark white haori and crimson hakama standing out in stark contrast in the otherwise green brush.
They may have the same face but hers is somehow sharper, more cruel. Even her hair is harsh. Straight as a pin and pulled back in an example of perfection, not a single strand out of place.
Dull, lifeless chocolate eyes watch him warily and in the gathering dusk shinidamachu slither past him, their youki leaving a feeling of slime on his skin where it touches.
This one is not the Miko that plagues his thoughts but rather, a cheap imitation.