A.N.: Um, okay, I've decided on a name for the dog demon, but it's not
innocence. Too bad, I would have liked that. So I found one that I think
means 'pure son' which is close enough.. I guess.
Disclaimer: um, no..
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Light huffs of air trailed over Sango's cheek and neck as she slept under the rays of the rising sun. The huffing continued and the demon exterminator groan and swatted absently at it only to come in contact with a warm face. With a squeal, she was startled into a sitting position and her forehead ended up thumping into a strong chest leaning over her. Her eyes opened and lifted to meet big brown orbs and a lopsided smile. The dog demon resumed sniffing her jaw causing her to giggle from the sensation again.
Tenderly, she pushed him back as she moved herself to a tree for a backrest. Still giggling she asked, "Why do you do that?"
He, of course, didn't answer. Sango wasn't sure he could even understand her let alone talk. "Geez, I might as well call you sniffles." The large demon settled next to her and leaned on her shoulder pushing her over under his weight.
Sango smiled perplexedly and shook her head, 'He's probably going to fall asleep again.'
Just as she finished that thought, he yipped in surprised and jumped to his feet nearly startling the poor girl out of her skin. In bemusement, she watched him hop over the fallen log and dart after a large yellow and blue butterfly flopping lackadaisically through the air. Still slightly groggy, Sango rose to her feet to watch the spectacle, and found upon looking over the log that the demon had run off through the forest after the colored insect. Though she didn't know why, Sango gathered her things and followed after him.
After a few minutes of searching, she found him sitting cross-legged in a small clearing, the butterfly roosted on his finger tip, another perched on his head, and yet another was on his shoulder. All the while, a beam of sunlight had broken through the canopy and it now pooled in a circle down on the demon and butterflies. He sniffed lightly at the one on his finger and the insect promptly flew away through the opening in the tree branches.
Sango furrowed her brow. 'Blissful innocence..' She walked over to the demon and sat before him; he had been watching the butterfly leave, but switched his attention to her when she approached. Looking into his deep brown eyes, Sango whispered, "Junko, we should get moving. I'd like to reach the northwestern lands by sundown."
Despite the fact he never seemed to understand words, he did understand actions; seeing her collect her things, he started climbing to his feet, shedding the remaining butterflies. Junko grinned his slightly off grin and followed after his shorter companion.
'Junko, yes that name would do just fine.' Sango nodded and smiled as her adopted companion bounded a few paces ahead sniffing at trees and flowered bushes.
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"You told me you killed _all_ of them," the silky voice held a dangerous undertone; the soldier that stood before him began to doubt his own courage.
"We did - my lord," he added the title quickly as an afterthought. Naraku turned on this so called "ruthless killer", his dark eyes piercing deep into the man's soul.
"You say you killed all the tai-ji-ya, yet youkai have been slaughtered left and right for months. It isn't everyday that a simple farmer picks up a sword and executes several demons much larger than himself. Who else would it be?"
The fighter began to sweat; it trickled down his temple and stopped at the stubble of facial hair at his jaw. He could only manage a stutter in reply. The dark haired lord sighed impatiently and snapped his fingers. From the shadows of the room, a figure cloaked in black emerged, and before the soldier could react, his head rolled to the floor, the bloodied scythe of the figure dripping over his corpse.
Naraku didn't even blink. His back turned from the gore, he muttered, "Clean that up." Setting his attention out the bay window to the sun falling low past the tree line, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Collect the others and find the warriors that are still alive," he called back over his shoulder, "The number of youkai is dwindling. And it's hard to find good help these days," he added with a smirk.
The shadow figure nodded silently, draped his cloak over the corpse and they both melted into the floor boards leaving not a drop of blood behind.
Naraku settled into a large cushioned chair, his thoughts drifting to his remaining allies. There was still one youkai left he had yet to convert to his regime. It wasn't that he truly needed the Lord of the Western Territories, but his support couldn't hurt. The dark-haired lord grinned slightly as he pictured the world, the future, without humans, and he, Naraku would rule it all. But only after he destroyed every demon exterminator and miko.
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Sango's upper body was drenched with water from Junko's sudden urged to run splashing across the stream; wiping the dripping hair that lay plastered to her face she glared up at those puppy dog eyes. Her daggered look didn't faze him as he grinned and ran off splashing again. The soggy warrior stood from her place at the bank and wrung out the front of her tunic; Junko's steps became jerky and staggered as he slapped at the water every couple seconds.
'Chasing minnows, no doubt.' Sango smiled and shook her head as she strode back up the sloped embankment to collect her things. She shrugged on her pack and hiraikotsu, picked up her staff, and started to continue along the stream shore. Junko suddenly ran up from behind her and snatched her pack away.
"Hey! No! Drop that now!" she charged after him, forced to leave her staff and boomerang behind. "Junko, no! Stop! Drop it!"
He laughed and tossed the bag in the air only to miss catching it causing it to fall into the stream. Sango caught up to him then and grabbed his arm, jerking him around to face her, "Junko! Why did you do that?!" He let out a giggle and poked her in the stomach, "Ow! Stop!" Sango was about to berate him when she realized her pack was being carried away by the current.
"Damn! See what you did?!" she yelled, the smiled beginning to fade from the demon's face, "Don't do that again! Why do have to be such a pain?!" She pushed past him and ran after her belongings leaving a teary eyed Junko behind.
Around another bend, in a deeper pool of water, Sango found her pack bobbing along the surface; with a sigh of relief she reached over and fished it from the cold water. As she squeeze what she could from the soppy bag, Sango's attention suddenly darted to the very tall, very dangerous looking demon standing not ten feet from her just on the opposite bank. He flexed his claws, his long white haired fluttered across his shoulders; his cold golden eyes promised painful death at the human who dared invade his space.
'How did I fail to notice him?' was all Sango could think; her legs wouldn't move, nor would any other muscle for that matter. It didn't make much of a difference, though. She knew she could never out run this demon. It was obvious by the clothes he wore, the way he carried himself, and the haughty look about him that he was royalty. A taiyoukai was next to impossible for anyone to defeat, even if she was a demon exterminator. Sango mentally berated herself for leaving her staff and hiraikotsu behind.
She had a few smaller weapons in her pack, but she'd be torn to shreds before she could undo the first buckle. A low growl rumbled from the inu- youkai and Sango took the tiniest step back. It cost her her footing and the extra movement caused the demon lord to charge; and before Sango even realized she'd slipped, the demon had his clawed hand clasped around her throat and held her face level to him, which was, in fact, a couple feet off the ground for her.
In a low murmured he growled, "How dare you enter my land." Sango choked in reply. He bared his fangs, "I will make you regret every step you took across my border." His grip tightened and Sango's vision began to blur as her head started pounding. The vein on her forehead stood out and her face turned a certain shade of violet; she was about to pass out from lack of air when the demon lord's eyes darted to the right. A large body flung itself at the taiyoukai and surprisingly knocked him off his feet successfully causing him to drop Sango. The lord recovered instantaneously though; he whirled around and dug his claws deep into the back of his attacker and flung him roughly against a large oak.
Through chokes for air and cries of horror, Sango called out, "Junko!"
The taiyoukai ignored the human for now and closed in on the fallen attacker. Junko, though bloodied and weak, staggered to his feet, fangs bared, growls emitting from deep in his chest. He moved to stand between the tall demon and Sango, but was stopped by a harsh blow to the face; the white haired demon's claws raking across his cheek, sending him sprawled to the ground. Sango had retrieved her bag and pulled out several throwing knives hurling a couple at the turned back of the rival demon. He spun around catching one, the other grazing his shoulder. Sango stood on shaky legs and brandished her scythes, taking a fighting stance. The demon lord seemed unfazed by this, but his attention was once again stolen by another. A short bugged eyed demon burst from the foliage shouting, "Sesshoumaru- sama! Sesshoumaru-sama! Lord Naraku has asked to speak with you! He is waiting at the castle!"
This apparently perturbed the taiyoukai a great deal for he seemed unable to decide which was the more important matter at hand. Finally, he chose the other and left Sango with the threat of: "If I find you again, you will suffer worse than your companion."
With both the lord and his toady gone, Sango dropped her weapons and ran to Junko's fallen form.
"Oh, Kami! Junko, I am so sorry! Please stay with me. Please just stay alive.."
She did what she could to stop the bleeding; the fact he was a youkai helped a bit, but his wounds were healing very slowly. Patching them up as best she could, all Sango could do was wait. She stayed by his side all night; he remained in a sleep she was unsure he would even wake from, and all she could think about were the last angry words she had spoken to him.
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A.N.: Sad, I know. And don't think I won't kill off main characters! Personally, I like that kind of drama. After all, people die. Doesn't matter if you are "really cute" or "such a nice person". Death comes to those who wait. Heh heh.. Anyway, sorry it took awhile for this chapter. I forgot why I started writing this fic. I still don't remember but, hey, I'll give it a try. Also, though I don't like short chapters in other fics, I find it easier to write this way, sorry. I never said wasn't a hypocrite.
:P
Disclaimer: um, no..
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Light huffs of air trailed over Sango's cheek and neck as she slept under the rays of the rising sun. The huffing continued and the demon exterminator groan and swatted absently at it only to come in contact with a warm face. With a squeal, she was startled into a sitting position and her forehead ended up thumping into a strong chest leaning over her. Her eyes opened and lifted to meet big brown orbs and a lopsided smile. The dog demon resumed sniffing her jaw causing her to giggle from the sensation again.
Tenderly, she pushed him back as she moved herself to a tree for a backrest. Still giggling she asked, "Why do you do that?"
He, of course, didn't answer. Sango wasn't sure he could even understand her let alone talk. "Geez, I might as well call you sniffles." The large demon settled next to her and leaned on her shoulder pushing her over under his weight.
Sango smiled perplexedly and shook her head, 'He's probably going to fall asleep again.'
Just as she finished that thought, he yipped in surprised and jumped to his feet nearly startling the poor girl out of her skin. In bemusement, she watched him hop over the fallen log and dart after a large yellow and blue butterfly flopping lackadaisically through the air. Still slightly groggy, Sango rose to her feet to watch the spectacle, and found upon looking over the log that the demon had run off through the forest after the colored insect. Though she didn't know why, Sango gathered her things and followed after him.
After a few minutes of searching, she found him sitting cross-legged in a small clearing, the butterfly roosted on his finger tip, another perched on his head, and yet another was on his shoulder. All the while, a beam of sunlight had broken through the canopy and it now pooled in a circle down on the demon and butterflies. He sniffed lightly at the one on his finger and the insect promptly flew away through the opening in the tree branches.
Sango furrowed her brow. 'Blissful innocence..' She walked over to the demon and sat before him; he had been watching the butterfly leave, but switched his attention to her when she approached. Looking into his deep brown eyes, Sango whispered, "Junko, we should get moving. I'd like to reach the northwestern lands by sundown."
Despite the fact he never seemed to understand words, he did understand actions; seeing her collect her things, he started climbing to his feet, shedding the remaining butterflies. Junko grinned his slightly off grin and followed after his shorter companion.
'Junko, yes that name would do just fine.' Sango nodded and smiled as her adopted companion bounded a few paces ahead sniffing at trees and flowered bushes.
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"You told me you killed _all_ of them," the silky voice held a dangerous undertone; the soldier that stood before him began to doubt his own courage.
"We did - my lord," he added the title quickly as an afterthought. Naraku turned on this so called "ruthless killer", his dark eyes piercing deep into the man's soul.
"You say you killed all the tai-ji-ya, yet youkai have been slaughtered left and right for months. It isn't everyday that a simple farmer picks up a sword and executes several demons much larger than himself. Who else would it be?"
The fighter began to sweat; it trickled down his temple and stopped at the stubble of facial hair at his jaw. He could only manage a stutter in reply. The dark haired lord sighed impatiently and snapped his fingers. From the shadows of the room, a figure cloaked in black emerged, and before the soldier could react, his head rolled to the floor, the bloodied scythe of the figure dripping over his corpse.
Naraku didn't even blink. His back turned from the gore, he muttered, "Clean that up." Setting his attention out the bay window to the sun falling low past the tree line, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Collect the others and find the warriors that are still alive," he called back over his shoulder, "The number of youkai is dwindling. And it's hard to find good help these days," he added with a smirk.
The shadow figure nodded silently, draped his cloak over the corpse and they both melted into the floor boards leaving not a drop of blood behind.
Naraku settled into a large cushioned chair, his thoughts drifting to his remaining allies. There was still one youkai left he had yet to convert to his regime. It wasn't that he truly needed the Lord of the Western Territories, but his support couldn't hurt. The dark-haired lord grinned slightly as he pictured the world, the future, without humans, and he, Naraku would rule it all. But only after he destroyed every demon exterminator and miko.
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Sango's upper body was drenched with water from Junko's sudden urged to run splashing across the stream; wiping the dripping hair that lay plastered to her face she glared up at those puppy dog eyes. Her daggered look didn't faze him as he grinned and ran off splashing again. The soggy warrior stood from her place at the bank and wrung out the front of her tunic; Junko's steps became jerky and staggered as he slapped at the water every couple seconds.
'Chasing minnows, no doubt.' Sango smiled and shook her head as she strode back up the sloped embankment to collect her things. She shrugged on her pack and hiraikotsu, picked up her staff, and started to continue along the stream shore. Junko suddenly ran up from behind her and snatched her pack away.
"Hey! No! Drop that now!" she charged after him, forced to leave her staff and boomerang behind. "Junko, no! Stop! Drop it!"
He laughed and tossed the bag in the air only to miss catching it causing it to fall into the stream. Sango caught up to him then and grabbed his arm, jerking him around to face her, "Junko! Why did you do that?!" He let out a giggle and poked her in the stomach, "Ow! Stop!" Sango was about to berate him when she realized her pack was being carried away by the current.
"Damn! See what you did?!" she yelled, the smiled beginning to fade from the demon's face, "Don't do that again! Why do have to be such a pain?!" She pushed past him and ran after her belongings leaving a teary eyed Junko behind.
Around another bend, in a deeper pool of water, Sango found her pack bobbing along the surface; with a sigh of relief she reached over and fished it from the cold water. As she squeeze what she could from the soppy bag, Sango's attention suddenly darted to the very tall, very dangerous looking demon standing not ten feet from her just on the opposite bank. He flexed his claws, his long white haired fluttered across his shoulders; his cold golden eyes promised painful death at the human who dared invade his space.
'How did I fail to notice him?' was all Sango could think; her legs wouldn't move, nor would any other muscle for that matter. It didn't make much of a difference, though. She knew she could never out run this demon. It was obvious by the clothes he wore, the way he carried himself, and the haughty look about him that he was royalty. A taiyoukai was next to impossible for anyone to defeat, even if she was a demon exterminator. Sango mentally berated herself for leaving her staff and hiraikotsu behind.
She had a few smaller weapons in her pack, but she'd be torn to shreds before she could undo the first buckle. A low growl rumbled from the inu- youkai and Sango took the tiniest step back. It cost her her footing and the extra movement caused the demon lord to charge; and before Sango even realized she'd slipped, the demon had his clawed hand clasped around her throat and held her face level to him, which was, in fact, a couple feet off the ground for her.
In a low murmured he growled, "How dare you enter my land." Sango choked in reply. He bared his fangs, "I will make you regret every step you took across my border." His grip tightened and Sango's vision began to blur as her head started pounding. The vein on her forehead stood out and her face turned a certain shade of violet; she was about to pass out from lack of air when the demon lord's eyes darted to the right. A large body flung itself at the taiyoukai and surprisingly knocked him off his feet successfully causing him to drop Sango. The lord recovered instantaneously though; he whirled around and dug his claws deep into the back of his attacker and flung him roughly against a large oak.
Through chokes for air and cries of horror, Sango called out, "Junko!"
The taiyoukai ignored the human for now and closed in on the fallen attacker. Junko, though bloodied and weak, staggered to his feet, fangs bared, growls emitting from deep in his chest. He moved to stand between the tall demon and Sango, but was stopped by a harsh blow to the face; the white haired demon's claws raking across his cheek, sending him sprawled to the ground. Sango had retrieved her bag and pulled out several throwing knives hurling a couple at the turned back of the rival demon. He spun around catching one, the other grazing his shoulder. Sango stood on shaky legs and brandished her scythes, taking a fighting stance. The demon lord seemed unfazed by this, but his attention was once again stolen by another. A short bugged eyed demon burst from the foliage shouting, "Sesshoumaru- sama! Sesshoumaru-sama! Lord Naraku has asked to speak with you! He is waiting at the castle!"
This apparently perturbed the taiyoukai a great deal for he seemed unable to decide which was the more important matter at hand. Finally, he chose the other and left Sango with the threat of: "If I find you again, you will suffer worse than your companion."
With both the lord and his toady gone, Sango dropped her weapons and ran to Junko's fallen form.
"Oh, Kami! Junko, I am so sorry! Please stay with me. Please just stay alive.."
She did what she could to stop the bleeding; the fact he was a youkai helped a bit, but his wounds were healing very slowly. Patching them up as best she could, all Sango could do was wait. She stayed by his side all night; he remained in a sleep she was unsure he would even wake from, and all she could think about were the last angry words she had spoken to him.
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A.N.: Sad, I know. And don't think I won't kill off main characters! Personally, I like that kind of drama. After all, people die. Doesn't matter if you are "really cute" or "such a nice person". Death comes to those who wait. Heh heh.. Anyway, sorry it took awhile for this chapter. I forgot why I started writing this fic. I still don't remember but, hey, I'll give it a try. Also, though I don't like short chapters in other fics, I find it easier to write this way, sorry. I never said wasn't a hypocrite.
:P
