CHAPTER 1:
Tetsusaiga, Tenseiga, and Hinosaiga

Note: Inuyasha and Co. do not belong to me; but Sesshyo and Sia are mine, and if you want to use them in your story, you have to ask me, and if I say yes, give credit where credit is due.
The Western roads were very empty this time of year.
Only a small group was seen for miles. And what a strange group it was!
A tall beautiful demon, dressed in a rich kimono, with a fluffy cloak draped over his shoulder, and black armor decorated with fangs of other demons; a short lesser demon in drab rags, carrying a headed staff; and a small human child, humming quietly, weaving a flower necklace.
The tall demon had a sword tucked in the yellow sash he had tied around his waist. Although he didn't speak, this sword seemed to be the object of his pondering; he fingered the ornate hand guard, obviously deep in thought.
"Tenseiga." he muttered, golden eyes narrowing. His companions looked up, startled by the soft voice that stirred the silence that hung over the western road.
"Tenseiga, Tetsusaiga, and Hinosaiga."
"Excuse me, master, but what exactly are you talking about? Tenseiga is your sword, and Tetsusaiga belongs to that despicable Inuyasha, but what is this Hinosaiga you speak of?" the lesser demon squeaked.
The high-pitched voice of the small green demon seemed to snap the white-haired demon out of his daze. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Jaken.
"Perhaps we should stop for a while. This long journey seems to be unsettling you."
"Oh, no,no,no, master Sesshoumaru! I, uh, well, you see, I think we should stop for the girls sake! She seems very tired!" Jaken said hastily, glancing back at the girl Rin, who showed no signs of exhaustion.
"Do you wish to stop?" Sesshoumaru asked the girl.
"Only if my lord wishes." she replied. She was obviously tired, discerning from the waver in her voice, but she was hiding it, not wanting to delay her lord by requesting to stop. Sesshoumaru would have smiled at the irony of it, if he would lower himself to do such a common thing as smile; a common, human child was more loyal to him than a member of his court.
"We'll stop for tonight. The council can wait."
Actually, if he was late the council wouldn't wait for him, but the meeting was still a week away; they had plenty of time, even at this slow pace. Besides, the seat of the Western lands was the closest to the meeting site of the council.
It would take the other seven lords allot longer to reach the Stone Peak, location of the council. He wondered distractedly if Inuyasha, who was now the Eastern lord, would be there; he doubted it. But he might show. Who knew?
Inuyasha himself might not know until the day before the meeting, when he'd suddenly make up his mind to go, then have to race full speed for two solid days just to get there on the day of the meeting. Sesshoumaru looked up to see Rin race back to camp carrying a string of fish, smiling proudly. Sesshoumaru hated fish, but he stomached them for the girl, not wanting to hurt her feelings; though he couldn't think of a reason why that would bother him.
After Rin finished eating she started working on her flower necklace again, whenever they went somewhere were she could get he hands on enough flowers, she made one of these necklaces; what she didn't tell her lord was that she made because they reminded her of him; the slightly flowery smell, and the beauty of them; though mean Jaken said they were ugly, and should not disgrace their master by forcing him to be in the presence of them, though she knew Jaken didn't really know or not if they insulted their master. Rin didn't really think so; if she had, she would've stopped making them. Not only had Sesshoumaru-sama brought her back from the dead, he had given her a home when she had no one. She tried her best to please Lord Sesshoumaru, trying to prove that she wasn't a weak human like the others the had met, like the uncivilized, rag-tag group that stayed with Lord Inuyasha. Not that they were exactly weak, and Kagome was pretty nice. She finished her necklace, and laid it on the ground beside her. Jaken was already snoring loudly (and annoyingly), but Lord Sesshoumaru was still awake, staring into the fire. She looked at him for a moment, then mumbled a good night, which he didn't respond to but she knew he heard. A moment later she was fast asleep.
"Good night." Sesshoumaru whispered.
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The white-haired demon raced through the night like a ghost, his cat-like ears pricked, listening for strange noises that sometimes made their presence known.
His long, silken, white tail stretched out behind him like a flag, flicking around every once and a while to keep himself balanced as he raced through the trees. His black, red trimmed kimono fluttered in the speed of his flight, going tight around his body showing how slender he really was. His sword banged into his leg every now and then, an annoying, but useful reminder that is was, indeed, still there, slipped through the blue sash around his waist. His silver armor glinted in the dappled moonlight, the white fangs on the shoulder pieces shining like polished marble. His violet-tinted golden eyes gleamed in the starlight, elliptic pupils huge and round taking in the scenery of the Center Land. He had traveled at least two hundred miles from the seat of the Southern Lands, Black Lake, making the trip in only a day and a half. He smiled, showing double sets of fangs in his top jaw, one of two visible clues that he wasn't full Dog.
Actually, he was only a fourth White Dog; he was also half White Wolf, and a fourth Cat. His father was the Great Dog Lord Sessbinshi, who was half wolf/half dog; and his mother was the White Wolf clan warrior Hinosha, half wolf/half cat.
Mutt, or no, he was still the most powerful demon in the Southern Lands, his sword, Hinosaiga, slicing into ribbons the unfortunate demon who said otherwise.
Hinosaiga was given to him by his father at the same time his brother Sess was given his; though unlike Sesshoumaru, the young demon was delighted with his sword, the Fire-Breathing Fang; crafted, not from his fathers fang, those had been used for Tetsusaiga and Tenseiga, but from his grandfathers fang; Lord Sesski, the leader of the White Wolves. The Fire Fang couldn't slay a hundred demons with one stroke, nor could it revive a hundred people with another.
But Hinosaiga could snatch away the souls of a hundred unlucky victims in one swing. Of course with a bit more effort you could also revive the souls of the walking dead(Kikyo), though the young Dog lord had never felt inspired to do so. In his opinion, people whose souls were cursed from them deserved it. His grandfather had been a great demon; his fang would not--or could not, take the souls of the innocent. Think of his grandfather made him think of the first, last, and only time he saw him. That was when he was about eight or nine; the year before his father died...
"Small little pup for being related to me." Lord Sesski had said. "Looks just like Sesshoumaru... without his (Sesshoumaru) mothers crescent mark. Kid probably has poison claws too..." The wolf pup smiled cockily. "I think Sess is cool!"
"You would." Lord Sesski said, jokingly, picking the child up and looking at his pale face. "You got the good blood though, for being such a mutt." he glanced at the red marks over the child's eyes and the fuchsia stripes on his cheeks. "Those are the only sign you're not a wolf." The child yawned, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth, two more sharp teeth on the top than a dog or a wolf had.
Besides his fangs, the only other visible clue of his cat blood were his retractable claws, a source of embarrassment to him ever since they grew sharp enough to cut through anything. People actually thought he was full Dog until he popped those claws out. No full-blood Dog--of Wolf--had claws like that.
Sesski had been right about one thing; his claws were poison; his claws and his blood. Poison blood was a rarity, but possible phenomenon in higher demons, it was more common, but only slightly more so, in lesser demons, as a defense mechanism to ward of danger; a technique similar to that of an insect in a land far,far,far, to the west that he had once visited. When the insect is in its incomplete stage its main source of food is a horrible tasting plant, so when it metamorphasizes it retains the horrible taste, making predators not want to eat it. Of course on demons, everything is magnified; so instead of just tasting bad, it kills on the first bite. Smiling again, the Dog lord came to a halt, for the first time in thirty-six hours of non-stop running. Walking slowly to the edge of the ravine he had stopped in front of; he peered down into the inky blackness, gazing around a bit before his eyes finally came to rest on the object of his journey.
The Stone Peak.
And it looked like he wasn't the only one here.
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