Title: Tale of the Wind
Author: Ketsueki Ookami (No, the OC isn't supposed to be me. I just really liked the name.)
Rating: Kinda hard to tell right now...Bearing future Sesshô-ness in mind (and a little bit of slash between OCs), PG-13
Summary: What happens when Inu-Yasha and Co. are forced to team up with a half wolf/half fox demon? What sort of past connection does she have to Naraku? And to Sesshô? Sometimes, things aren't as simple as they seem...
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu-Yasha or any affiliated characters. I do own Ketsueki Ookami, Washi, Kiba, and Kujaku. I'm just writin' this for fun, and a lawsuit wouldn't really fit with those plans, ya know? So please leave me be.
AN: Please, people! I'm getting inspired again! Reviews!
Chapter One: A Deal in the Dark

The tall, handsome figure paced the cave restlessly. When would those morons show up? He wasn't one to tolerate lateness, but then he wasn't one to ask for help. Today was just full of surprises...Stretching languidly, the demon lord landed a glancing kick to his retainer's head and settled himself down for the wait.

"Listen, when we go in there you two just keep your hopeless mouths shut and-"

"Washi, why should Kiba keep his mouth shut? He's the full-blood."

"Yeah, I'm the full-blood..."

"Well you wouldnt know it from the way he gets himself into deep shit every other hour that I have to come and get him out of." The black haired half-blood shook his head and thwacked one of his travelling companions soundly across the head. Said companion didn't even blink. "And at any rate, he may have the strentgh, but he lacks the brains. There's no way he'd be able to see what's going on in that demon's head."

"But how could you see it, Washi? You can't see anything!"

Washi turned dangerously on the offending demon. It was true, a scar ran all the way across his eyes. He had acquired it during a fight with some full-blooded demons who seemed to think that getting rid of him was doing the world a favor. He'd showed them just who was getting rid of who. "Kujaku...", he hissed. It was a dangerous hiss, a quiet challenge to battle. Demon or not, it wasn't one Kujaku would ever accept. He was the youngest in the travelling party, half-blood son of Kiba. Fighting really wasn't his forte. "Kujaku...do you want to say that again, Kujaku?"
,br> Kujaku gulped quite audibly. Washi was vicious, twice as vicious as most demons. He had been embittered by the loss of hiss family and his sight, and he never quite forgave the world for it. He was dangerous, and he wasn't all there, there was no doubting it. Better to just take his punishment now, Kujaku thought, than get killed later. "I...I'm sorry, Washi..." It was a whisper, barely audible to even his father.

"What was that? Hmmm?"

"I...I'm sorry, Washi."

A hand swiped across his face quickly and roughly. Claws bit into his skin, leaving four trails of blood running down his cheek. "You had better be sorry, you worthless little-"

Kiba finaly had to step in. He may not have been the brightest, he would admit it, but he could handle the moods of his partner like no other. Washi was difficult, but Washi was hurt. He was a child inside, cold and calculating, but a child nonetheless. He longed for comfort and protection, Kiba knew this. If only he could...
Kiba stepped forward, wrapping strong but thin arms around the winged one. "Washi..." His captive struggled in his grasp momentarily, but soon relaxed. "Washi...", Kiba hissed comfortingly yet seductively. "Calm yourslef. He's a child-"
"I am not!"

"He doesn't look it, but he's a child still. Younger than you, with half the experience. He will learn to hold his tongue in time. Humor him until then, Washi. For me. Please?"

The feathers ruffled under Kiba's arms. Slowly, hesitantly, Washi relaxed into the older man's arms, obviously displeased but willing to settle for now. "Fine. But only because you asked so nicely. And you owe me. Payback's gonna be hard..."

Kujaku watched curiously through this whole exchange. There was something going on between those two. But what?

The trio padded softly into the cave, hardly daring to breath. The demon lord they were meeting with didn't even bother to stand. He did, however, open is eyes lazily and glare as though they were the most disgusting beings he had ever laid eyes on.

Washi didn't se the glare, of course. Washi didn't need to. He knew what he was doing. He bowed deeply, and let his large black wings droop to the ground in a gesture of servitude. The demon lord made a small noise in his throat, accepting the gesture. "We are pleased...ah...Sesshô-maru-sama, to be of service to you. What is it you wish of three such as ourselves?"

Sesshô-maru nodded appreciatively at the show of manners before responding. "I have a...pest I wish you to rid me of. A half-demon." Washi tensed quite visibly. "He is my half brother, and he has something of mine."

"If I may ask, what is it he possesses?" Washi was a genius, even Kujaku had to admit it. The tone of his voice was always even and humble, and he never straightened the slightest bit, even in those tense few moments. He had pleased Sesshô-maru greatly, something that not even his father could have done...no, especially not his brash father. Kiba cared little for negotiations or plans. He was untamed and spontaneous. He did, however have a kind heart, as proven by Kujaku's continued exsitence.

He possesses a sword, forged from my father's fang. I'm sure you can see why I'd want it back."

"Of course. I will personally retreive the sword for you, and teach that mangy cur a thing or two about touching your rightful possessions, m'lord."

"Very well. I will contact you in one week. Do not think you can escape me. If you are half as smart as you pretend to be, you will either have the sword or be long dead. If you should be without the sword, and still breathing..."

"I understand perfectly."

"As you should." And with that, Sesshô-maru picked himself up, and walked to the entrance of the cave, kicking Jaken in front of him the whole way. When he reached sunlight and fresh air once more, he heard a low growl and felt eyes upon him. Damnit! He had forgotten about her. How could he forget about her?! At any rate, he was leaving. She wouldn't bother him. She wouldn't dare. What had happened all those years ago was hardly worth her life...