This time Sesshomaru did not fly; he had no need to, plus the less time he had to spend at the village, the better. So he walked; it was different not having Rin or Jaken around. It was quiet, bright, and the leaves crunched under his boots. The tree blew, branches swaying, things that Kagome could not see, hear, sometimes he took these things for granted, but then again, when one has keen eyes, keen nose, and keen ears, it's hard to enjoy, most of the time he would have to drown out one.
He walked with his grace, not picking up any threats; well, the main threat was already dead, the number of dirty demons had decreased, meaning he had fewer heads to roll.
Soon enough for him, however, he picked up human smells, fire, dirt, sweat, and so on. The slayer village was not remotely close to another village; most slayers didn't like to be bothered; if you need them, they know it and just came.
Soon he could see smoke; they were burning, he wondered if they picked up on him yet, and he wondered how they would react; he had different scenarios playing in his head so that he could react accordingly. He came to the gate; her village was surrounded by a tall wood gate, not that it would stop a demon, really. The gate was closed, and there were no guards; at least he didn't think there was.
"Halt, who goes there!" Came a small cry, Sesshomaru looked up to see a tiny fury looking demon standing in a guard stand; it was a fox kit; Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow "Shippo, that is your name, is it not?" Sesshomaru asked,
"Uhh, so, why do you want to know, what are you doing here!"
Sesshomaru didn't fault the little guy, but he was in dire need of training, he did not address him properly.
"I am here to see the slayer, open the gate."
"I'll let her know your here" Shippo disappeared, and Sesshomaru made a note to himself to have a talk to Kagome about her little adopted demon son. This is why humans and demon should not mix; that kit was all confused. His thought was halted when he heard noise from inside the gate; then, the gate started to slowly open, the slayer and shippo pushed it. Sango stopped and stood, "Has something happened?"
She was shocked to hear Sesshomaru was here.
"Is the monk not here?"
"He is, inside."
"May I enter?" Sesshomaru asked,
Sango wondered if something was wrong with him. Did he ever ask for anything? Sango stepped aside, and once he was in, she shut the gate, there again, it would do no good.
"Why don't we go inside, in less you prefer to talk out here?" Sango asked,
"You may show me the way."
Sango leads him into her house where Miroku was cooking, an odd sight.
"Lord Sesshomaru" Miroku bowed,
"Is it not the woman's place to cook?"
Sango gave him a flat look, but he did not pay any mind to her,
"To what do we owe this pleasure?" Miroku avoided the subject.
"I have come on the Miko's behalf."
Sango sank to a chair, "What?" She asked, confused.
Sesshomaru lifted the jewel, "The Miko and the jewel are one."
"So, are you saying the jewel talks to you?" Miroku asked, food forgotten at the sound of their friend's name.
Sesshomaru gave him a bored look. "Be not a fool; the jewel does not speak; it is she who has talked to me."
Shippo became mad. "She can't speak to you! Why would she! we are her friends, not you!" He yelled,
Sesshomaru looked at him. "Silence, Kit," He snapped and pushed put out his power, making Shippo run behind Sango. Sango did not get either demon. "I am confused; how does she speak to you?"
"When the moon is high in the sky, the Miko is free from her curse."
Both adults eyes went wide,
"That is why I am here; she wishes for you to know."
"Can we see her?" Sango asked with hope in her eyes,
"That is also why I am here."
They were grateful and full of questions, to which he did explain; he told them what he knew, about the difference between Kagome and the other Miko, what he had learned from the old woman and some of what he knew from the tree.
"I will require a room, the Miko is, exposed upon her arrival."
Sango blushed. "Uh, sure." once the time drew near, she showed to a room and let him in; she shut the door behind him and stood, waiting; when she opened that door again, her friend would be back, she could not wait.