Sorry for the lateness everybody, but I'm tired and I can't really think of a believable excuses lol. Anyways hope you enjoy this chapter, whilst I enjoy some sleep .
Chapter Six: Welcomes and Feelings
Kagome was bored out of her mind to say the least. The trip to Okinawa, to the longer of the islands, where Naha was located, was quiet and full of tension like something had gone seriously wrong, but as seen as though it was Kikyo that was emitting said vibe she concluded that it must just be her normal mood.
Drawing up to some moss covered steps which seemed to have clouds at the top, in a black Beetle, one of the old models, that Nabiki said was her pride and joy. The only thing Kagome could see that anyone could be proud of is the way it ate a hole of its very own in the ozone layer.
After climbing the equivalent of half the height of Mount Everest, at least to Kagome's burning calves, itching thighs, and lack of breath, Nabiki walked up and pulled on the red and white rope hanging to the side of two large oaken doors. Nabiki gave it a good yank clapped her hands and held them in prayer. The large brass bells jingled their dented tune, three seconds later the ring of a much larger and healthier bell rang. 'Now that is a door bell' thought a slightly impressed Kagome. The oaken doors drew creaking open with a sprinkling of moss dandruff. Kagome suddenly found that she had caught her breath and wasn't going to let it go any time soon.
The doors opened to reveal nothing but a five buildings. Two building were on each side of a spacious court yard and the largest of them all at the opposite end of the court from where they were. Red post shone in menace where the slate roof shone in brilliance. The court, evenly paved, that could hold at least a thousand people, all shoulder to shoulder with an isle in the middle, if they chose to have one.
Nabiki turned to a rather purple Kagome, blue from holding her breath for too long and red due to her anger rising. Smacking Kagome rather hard on the back so she'd liberate the now stale air residing in her lungs the three hundred year old constantly smiling, to people who didn't know her, priestess, who was still smiling began to speak.
"When we enter through these doors, we will be entering the main facility of the Sisterhood," Kagome made a move to open her mouth but was waved to a stop as Nabiki continued talking, "When we pass through these doors we will be passing through a barrier also. Within the barrier time moves faster."
"How much faster?" Kagome jumped in.
"For each day that passes on this side a year passes within the barrier."
"What?! By the time I've finished learning in there I'll be old!"
"Calm down. You only age until you're in your prime. Then another spell stops you from aging. This is so your body is able to use your power at its full potential for longer."
Kagome's thoughts and mouth getting the better of her, "Does this spell work outside the shrine?"
"To a degree yes, your aging process is slowed but not stopped as it is in the barrier."
"If I say no will you leave me here and not take me home?"
Nabiki mulled this over for about a second before replying, "I wouldn't have done that, but now that you mention it, yes." Nabiki continued to smile, as she watched Kagome kick herself. "When you enter the barrier you'll be a little disorientated," with that last warning Nabiki pushed her through the doors.
Kagome stumbled through a parade of colours. When Nabiki said she'd be disorientated she didn't think it would be this extreme as her stomach heaved in reply to her swimming vision. The colours slowed abruptly becoming exceptionally sharp and defined. Her mind had finally caught up with what she was gazing at. People, or rather, women were in the main court yard, some meditating, others were either running or walking making errands and some stopped with something close to surprise with a sprinkle of concern on their faces at Kagome, all in the garbs of mikos.
"Welcome to the Sisterhood, Kagome."
Kagome, overwhelmed, emptied the contents of her stomach on the front door step.
It had been a week now, and Shippo still hadn't given up hope of Kagome returning to him. Her yellow back pack, which she'd always carried with her, was all that was left of her existence in this time. He was currently in the bottom of said bag rummaging for all the things the smelt like her, so he could horde them as Ali Baba had all his Asian treasures.
It had been three days since Sango, Miroku, 'And that dumb dog bastard' had gone off on a rumour of a Jewel shard, to the south. 'Dumb dog bastard' alas we will be calling him by his real name InuYasha, had refrained from taking the small kit with them hunting and had left him in the care of Kaede and the night was fast approaching. He hopped out of the bag with a clean pair of white panties on his head, giving Kaede's semi conscious form a last glance he left the hut in an orange and white blur.
The world rushed by in a swirl of deep jades, dark azures and browns as Shippo sped through the under-bush towards the well. Night was just breaking when he reached the blood barrier. The colour never changed what ever light it was in, and the ever present smell of Kagome's blood still choked his senses, but this was the only place he could sleep now, without waking to find his sleeping mat wet with his tears, and on occasions a number one.
He walked towards the dancing kanji circles that denoted the edge of the barrier. Holding out his small clawed hands he touched the deep red haze in front of him. A ripple of warmth swam through his body as a red one hummed through the barrier. He pushed slightly and it gave. The barrier now held him in a small dimple at its base that slowly got smaller as the young kit pushed further towards the well. He continued until he was just past the first of the blood bands when he suddenly stopped.
He could feel it, the cold wind of a demonic aura a thousand times more powerful than his own. The warmth of the barrier maintained a steady rhythmic pulse through Shippo after it felt the sudden change in the young kits aura, now that it had full contact with his body. The effect of the barrier wasn't doing wonders for his senses. Something this powerful should have hit his radar a while back, but due to the numbing tendencies of the barrier he only just felt it as the owner of the fridge aura stepped into the clearing.
His vision blurry he could only make out white form steadily coming closer to where he stood. With each step it took, the clearer it became. White billowing hakama pants paddled into his vision, along with a white haori with a splash of red, which oddly reminded the dozy kit of a slashed neck leaking its precious liquid. Black armour that looked strangely familiar with its spiked shoulder guard, golden eyes and quick-sliver hair, all tied together with a purple and gold obi. His mind was slowly turning to mud when realisation hit him, with an 'eep!'
'Sesshoumaru!'
Sesshoumaru stopped a few feet from the somewhat drugged kitsune, cocking an elegant black eye brow he regarded the demon child like he did everything else, indifference.
He'd been travelling his lands doing what duty obligated him too, patrol. He had many a reason for travelling his lands beside obligation. Before it was to retrieve his fathers hidden fang that just happened to be in his younger half brother eye, which and he wouldn't deny it, was fun, up until the tainted whelp had taken his arm. He'd reasoned with himself that it was his own fault. Changing into his real form was saved for battles that his humanoid form couldn't handle, such as stronger beings of that size or multiple beings of semi-recognisable power, where his decrease in speed would not have been a set back. Finding that the sword had other uses other than killing, like keeping a certain half-breed from turning into a mindless demon bent on killing, seemed rather handy to Sesshoumaru, now that he had a sword to rival that of Tessaiga that reason was made obsolete.
Another was to get away from his castle. The constant flow of messages, which he thought was a waste of a very useful hemp fibre, that he would only reply to with a long winded no or yes, but mostly the former. In effect it was wasting more paper than was necessary. Not that Sesshoumaru thought that the cost of paper was overwhelming the funds that backed his style of living. He just liked employing the ability to be stingy, which seemed to irritate the other Lords to no end. He found this quiet enjoyable, next to killing them. They just didn't seem to understand that he wasn't interested in social functions, where he'd just ignore them all. Doing that in his own home, a goodly distance from any Lord was more preferable. So he avoided staying at home for long jaunts unless they were really necessary, where he'd get cramp in his hand from signing or writing personal replies. If he wasn't there he didn't see missive or party invitations, therefore he didn't have to reply to anything.
There were many others but the last was the ever offending Naraku. That damned-able mish-mash of demonic beasts and a failing human body had used him like one would the lavatory. He'd trampled Sesshoumaru's pride and dignity in one swoop, and Sesshoumaru wasn't about to forgive him anytime soon. Though he didn't purposefully look for the disgusting creature, he knew he'd reveal himself when he thought he could use Sesshoumaru again.
Sesshoumaru stood wondering when it was that he started to act on whims '... Rin' or tugs of magic whispering over a link he never knew he had, '... Now'. It had been this tug that had brought him to the edge of his lands, to Inuyasha's Forest. It first started six days ago when he had felt the first faint pull of magic. He'd been in the north sorting some business with the Lord of the lands. What better excuse than 'There is something wrong with my Lands' for him to leave earlier than expected. He'd left to explore this new feeling because he had nothing better to do. No, that was a lie. He did have better things to do. He just didn't want to do them.
During the same day he started travel the pull turned into a violent wrench, and in response he took to the skies flying as fast as his magic propelled cloud could muster. The feeling didn't last long, as he slowly fell out of the sky, questioning himself over his actions. Finding that he had acted on something or someone else urgings he spent longer than needed on reaching his destination.
So, now here the Ice Prince stood, his usual mask of emotionless perfection, now hanging in something akin to boredom as he had to go over his observation of the kit in front of him. Everything was as before, except for one rather large detail concerning a white garment of unknown origin tapered to his head.
Setting aside the strangely dressed kit as a minor detail in the well clearing he proceeded to approach the major detail. Sesshoumaru idly pulled out Toukijin, and just as idly prod the barrier. Upon the second prod Sesshoumaru received a vibration. Drawing the sword back for inspection he found that it itself was shaking... in fear. He sheathed his sword, making a mental note to punish it, something to pass the time on a rainy day.
'It seems that this barrier is selective in what it deems an enemy.'
Another look at the dozy kitsune cub confirmed his beliefs and he stretched out his only hand to meet the red semi-transparent wall ahead of him. At contact a ripple was sent though the barrier and its twin sent through Sesshoumaru. A sharp intake of air, usually associated with a gasp was sucked into his lungs as he pulled his hand back faster than he wished too.
'No wonder the child seems to have lost his will to run. His fear is still prominent in his scent, but other than that he seems happy just watching me. The feelings enticed by this barrier fogged my senses even with the short amount of time spent in contact with it. Its potency seems to rival that of opium. Too much of this and even I could become addicted.'
"Sesshoumaru!"
Jumping out of the way at the last minute, Sesshoumaru indulged in a growl as he realised just how much the barrier had affected him. 'If that insolent whelp didn't know the value of surprise over bravado I'd be sporting quiet the bruise.'
The current bruise was now a small crater in the ground, where Sesshoumaru should have been. InuYasha looked up through the shower of grit and chunks of earth to find his brother remains no where in sight, but instead found his form not too far off from his gardening. 'Standing like he always does, like the world isn't good enough for him.' InuYasha saw his brothers eyes simmering, divulging themselves of the emotion they expressed just a while ago, but InuYasha had saw it. Anger. A self satisfied smirk smeared onto his lips.
Sesshoumaru was less than pleased with his lack of control. Allowing his curiosity to over ride his caution in unfriendly territory, even though it was his back yard, was a mistake he shouldn't have made.
"What brings you here, bastard?" smirk still worn, to proclaim his victory over seeing a flaw in his immovable mask.
Sesshoumaru made another quick scan, a thing he was growing tired of doing. Something was missing from this meeting. 'Ah, the ever present miko whore seems to be absent.'
"You seem to be missing something dear brother, or couldn't you hold onto it with your tainted strength?"
"Eh? But I seem able to hold onto Tessaiga?" from that reply Sesshoumaru could see the barb in the question was lost on him.
"A minor technicality," he waved its dismissal, "the sword is actually needed by you half breed, you depend on it, or have you forgotten?"
InuYasha snarled taking real offence. It had taken quite some time to remove the smell of human blood from his person. "Why are you here Sesshoumaru? Is it Tessaiga? Or do you just want another beating?"
"I don't think that will happen," Sesshoumaru reply tersely as InuYasha jumped at him again, moving out of the way with ease he continued, "You see, I have noticed a pattern, "another evade, "though small," side step, "but on those occations," a hop, "you seemed to have something that you wanted to protect," a hop and a leap, putting enough distance between the brothers, "pray tell InuYasha, but, where has that something gone?"
InuYasha came up short, "She's busy... indisposed."
"Indisposed?" the eye brow that had vanished into his fringe made its way back to its rightful place, "In other words, she's either dead, lost or has gotten bored of your company."
'I didn't mean to hurt her. I was only meant to bring her back. It's been a week. She'll come back won't she...?'. Shaking his head venomously to dispel the doubtful thoughts, "She will come back!"
"Ah, so she did get bored of you." Now it was Sesshoumaru's turn to smirk, a slight curling of one corner of his lips.
"Shut up! You don't know shit about shit!" with that said InuYasha yanked out Tessaiga transforming the busted blade into its more useful fur hilted fang.
Green eyes blinked as InuYasha sprang at Sesshoumaru, sword over his head as he swung at his perceived enemy. Tessaiga bit into the ground as Sesshoumaru easily sides stepped and smashed Toukijin onto his father's fang. The hit jarred InuYasha's hands causing them to numb and his grip lessen. Having this in mind Sesshoumaru casually called forth his blades power, the air pressure alone being enough to dislodge the hanyou from Tessaiga and into the intimate embrace of a near by tree.
Not wasting any time Sesshoumaru sheathed his sword, ran the short distance to his dazed brother and smashed his fist into his jaw. He repeated this action, not always hitting the same place, until InuYasha's head was neatly tucked into a dent in the tree with little rivulets of blood tracking their way to the tree base.
Sesshoumaru backed off and stood watching his younger sibling twitch, cough and splutter. The gleam of a deformed Tessaiga caught his attention. Pulling free Toukijin once again, 'This all would have been easier with the use of both my arms,' he thought cynically, he moved it under the fang until it reached the part where the blade met the hilt, picking it up that way, he spun the katana on his double edged one, turning to Inuyasha again the sword still spinning, he released it. It sunk into InuYasha's shoulder leaving roughly three inches of the raged blade showing.
An 'awagh' was picked up by Sesshoumaru's hearing. He had forgotten that the fox child was present and watched as he slowly curled into a ball, his furry tail prominent, hiding the rest of his form. 'I will figure out the reasons behind this feeling once it makes itself more known, and then I will resume the hunt.'
Knowing that the threat of InuYasha turning into a mindless beast was infinitely small, he called into the world his cloud of magic and left his back yard to concentrate on his front one. With Naraku on the prowl, searching for demons to assimilate, the issues in his lands had become small, but there were still the odd ones that decided that their presents be felt by the powers that be, being Sesshoumaru, you don't want to get his attention.
End of Chapter Six
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Chapter Six: Welcomes and Feelings
Kagome was bored out of her mind to say the least. The trip to Okinawa, to the longer of the islands, where Naha was located, was quiet and full of tension like something had gone seriously wrong, but as seen as though it was Kikyo that was emitting said vibe she concluded that it must just be her normal mood.
Drawing up to some moss covered steps which seemed to have clouds at the top, in a black Beetle, one of the old models, that Nabiki said was her pride and joy. The only thing Kagome could see that anyone could be proud of is the way it ate a hole of its very own in the ozone layer.
After climbing the equivalent of half the height of Mount Everest, at least to Kagome's burning calves, itching thighs, and lack of breath, Nabiki walked up and pulled on the red and white rope hanging to the side of two large oaken doors. Nabiki gave it a good yank clapped her hands and held them in prayer. The large brass bells jingled their dented tune, three seconds later the ring of a much larger and healthier bell rang. 'Now that is a door bell' thought a slightly impressed Kagome. The oaken doors drew creaking open with a sprinkling of moss dandruff. Kagome suddenly found that she had caught her breath and wasn't going to let it go any time soon.
The doors opened to reveal nothing but a five buildings. Two building were on each side of a spacious court yard and the largest of them all at the opposite end of the court from where they were. Red post shone in menace where the slate roof shone in brilliance. The court, evenly paved, that could hold at least a thousand people, all shoulder to shoulder with an isle in the middle, if they chose to have one.
Nabiki turned to a rather purple Kagome, blue from holding her breath for too long and red due to her anger rising. Smacking Kagome rather hard on the back so she'd liberate the now stale air residing in her lungs the three hundred year old constantly smiling, to people who didn't know her, priestess, who was still smiling began to speak.
"When we enter through these doors, we will be entering the main facility of the Sisterhood," Kagome made a move to open her mouth but was waved to a stop as Nabiki continued talking, "When we pass through these doors we will be passing through a barrier also. Within the barrier time moves faster."
"How much faster?" Kagome jumped in.
"For each day that passes on this side a year passes within the barrier."
"What?! By the time I've finished learning in there I'll be old!"
"Calm down. You only age until you're in your prime. Then another spell stops you from aging. This is so your body is able to use your power at its full potential for longer."
Kagome's thoughts and mouth getting the better of her, "Does this spell work outside the shrine?"
"To a degree yes, your aging process is slowed but not stopped as it is in the barrier."
"If I say no will you leave me here and not take me home?"
Nabiki mulled this over for about a second before replying, "I wouldn't have done that, but now that you mention it, yes." Nabiki continued to smile, as she watched Kagome kick herself. "When you enter the barrier you'll be a little disorientated," with that last warning Nabiki pushed her through the doors.
Kagome stumbled through a parade of colours. When Nabiki said she'd be disorientated she didn't think it would be this extreme as her stomach heaved in reply to her swimming vision. The colours slowed abruptly becoming exceptionally sharp and defined. Her mind had finally caught up with what she was gazing at. People, or rather, women were in the main court yard, some meditating, others were either running or walking making errands and some stopped with something close to surprise with a sprinkle of concern on their faces at Kagome, all in the garbs of mikos.
"Welcome to the Sisterhood, Kagome."
Kagome, overwhelmed, emptied the contents of her stomach on the front door step.
It had been a week now, and Shippo still hadn't given up hope of Kagome returning to him. Her yellow back pack, which she'd always carried with her, was all that was left of her existence in this time. He was currently in the bottom of said bag rummaging for all the things the smelt like her, so he could horde them as Ali Baba had all his Asian treasures.
It had been three days since Sango, Miroku, 'And that dumb dog bastard' had gone off on a rumour of a Jewel shard, to the south. 'Dumb dog bastard' alas we will be calling him by his real name InuYasha, had refrained from taking the small kit with them hunting and had left him in the care of Kaede and the night was fast approaching. He hopped out of the bag with a clean pair of white panties on his head, giving Kaede's semi conscious form a last glance he left the hut in an orange and white blur.
The world rushed by in a swirl of deep jades, dark azures and browns as Shippo sped through the under-bush towards the well. Night was just breaking when he reached the blood barrier. The colour never changed what ever light it was in, and the ever present smell of Kagome's blood still choked his senses, but this was the only place he could sleep now, without waking to find his sleeping mat wet with his tears, and on occasions a number one.
He walked towards the dancing kanji circles that denoted the edge of the barrier. Holding out his small clawed hands he touched the deep red haze in front of him. A ripple of warmth swam through his body as a red one hummed through the barrier. He pushed slightly and it gave. The barrier now held him in a small dimple at its base that slowly got smaller as the young kit pushed further towards the well. He continued until he was just past the first of the blood bands when he suddenly stopped.
He could feel it, the cold wind of a demonic aura a thousand times more powerful than his own. The warmth of the barrier maintained a steady rhythmic pulse through Shippo after it felt the sudden change in the young kits aura, now that it had full contact with his body. The effect of the barrier wasn't doing wonders for his senses. Something this powerful should have hit his radar a while back, but due to the numbing tendencies of the barrier he only just felt it as the owner of the fridge aura stepped into the clearing.
His vision blurry he could only make out white form steadily coming closer to where he stood. With each step it took, the clearer it became. White billowing hakama pants paddled into his vision, along with a white haori with a splash of red, which oddly reminded the dozy kit of a slashed neck leaking its precious liquid. Black armour that looked strangely familiar with its spiked shoulder guard, golden eyes and quick-sliver hair, all tied together with a purple and gold obi. His mind was slowly turning to mud when realisation hit him, with an 'eep!'
'Sesshoumaru!'
Sesshoumaru stopped a few feet from the somewhat drugged kitsune, cocking an elegant black eye brow he regarded the demon child like he did everything else, indifference.
He'd been travelling his lands doing what duty obligated him too, patrol. He had many a reason for travelling his lands beside obligation. Before it was to retrieve his fathers hidden fang that just happened to be in his younger half brother eye, which and he wouldn't deny it, was fun, up until the tainted whelp had taken his arm. He'd reasoned with himself that it was his own fault. Changing into his real form was saved for battles that his humanoid form couldn't handle, such as stronger beings of that size or multiple beings of semi-recognisable power, where his decrease in speed would not have been a set back. Finding that the sword had other uses other than killing, like keeping a certain half-breed from turning into a mindless demon bent on killing, seemed rather handy to Sesshoumaru, now that he had a sword to rival that of Tessaiga that reason was made obsolete.
Another was to get away from his castle. The constant flow of messages, which he thought was a waste of a very useful hemp fibre, that he would only reply to with a long winded no or yes, but mostly the former. In effect it was wasting more paper than was necessary. Not that Sesshoumaru thought that the cost of paper was overwhelming the funds that backed his style of living. He just liked employing the ability to be stingy, which seemed to irritate the other Lords to no end. He found this quiet enjoyable, next to killing them. They just didn't seem to understand that he wasn't interested in social functions, where he'd just ignore them all. Doing that in his own home, a goodly distance from any Lord was more preferable. So he avoided staying at home for long jaunts unless they were really necessary, where he'd get cramp in his hand from signing or writing personal replies. If he wasn't there he didn't see missive or party invitations, therefore he didn't have to reply to anything.
There were many others but the last was the ever offending Naraku. That damned-able mish-mash of demonic beasts and a failing human body had used him like one would the lavatory. He'd trampled Sesshoumaru's pride and dignity in one swoop, and Sesshoumaru wasn't about to forgive him anytime soon. Though he didn't purposefully look for the disgusting creature, he knew he'd reveal himself when he thought he could use Sesshoumaru again.
Sesshoumaru stood wondering when it was that he started to act on whims '... Rin' or tugs of magic whispering over a link he never knew he had, '... Now'. It had been this tug that had brought him to the edge of his lands, to Inuyasha's Forest. It first started six days ago when he had felt the first faint pull of magic. He'd been in the north sorting some business with the Lord of the lands. What better excuse than 'There is something wrong with my Lands' for him to leave earlier than expected. He'd left to explore this new feeling because he had nothing better to do. No, that was a lie. He did have better things to do. He just didn't want to do them.
During the same day he started travel the pull turned into a violent wrench, and in response he took to the skies flying as fast as his magic propelled cloud could muster. The feeling didn't last long, as he slowly fell out of the sky, questioning himself over his actions. Finding that he had acted on something or someone else urgings he spent longer than needed on reaching his destination.
So, now here the Ice Prince stood, his usual mask of emotionless perfection, now hanging in something akin to boredom as he had to go over his observation of the kit in front of him. Everything was as before, except for one rather large detail concerning a white garment of unknown origin tapered to his head.
Setting aside the strangely dressed kit as a minor detail in the well clearing he proceeded to approach the major detail. Sesshoumaru idly pulled out Toukijin, and just as idly prod the barrier. Upon the second prod Sesshoumaru received a vibration. Drawing the sword back for inspection he found that it itself was shaking... in fear. He sheathed his sword, making a mental note to punish it, something to pass the time on a rainy day.
'It seems that this barrier is selective in what it deems an enemy.'
Another look at the dozy kitsune cub confirmed his beliefs and he stretched out his only hand to meet the red semi-transparent wall ahead of him. At contact a ripple was sent though the barrier and its twin sent through Sesshoumaru. A sharp intake of air, usually associated with a gasp was sucked into his lungs as he pulled his hand back faster than he wished too.
'No wonder the child seems to have lost his will to run. His fear is still prominent in his scent, but other than that he seems happy just watching me. The feelings enticed by this barrier fogged my senses even with the short amount of time spent in contact with it. Its potency seems to rival that of opium. Too much of this and even I could become addicted.'
"Sesshoumaru!"
Jumping out of the way at the last minute, Sesshoumaru indulged in a growl as he realised just how much the barrier had affected him. 'If that insolent whelp didn't know the value of surprise over bravado I'd be sporting quiet the bruise.'
The current bruise was now a small crater in the ground, where Sesshoumaru should have been. InuYasha looked up through the shower of grit and chunks of earth to find his brother remains no where in sight, but instead found his form not too far off from his gardening. 'Standing like he always does, like the world isn't good enough for him.' InuYasha saw his brothers eyes simmering, divulging themselves of the emotion they expressed just a while ago, but InuYasha had saw it. Anger. A self satisfied smirk smeared onto his lips.
Sesshoumaru was less than pleased with his lack of control. Allowing his curiosity to over ride his caution in unfriendly territory, even though it was his back yard, was a mistake he shouldn't have made.
"What brings you here, bastard?" smirk still worn, to proclaim his victory over seeing a flaw in his immovable mask.
Sesshoumaru made another quick scan, a thing he was growing tired of doing. Something was missing from this meeting. 'Ah, the ever present miko whore seems to be absent.'
"You seem to be missing something dear brother, or couldn't you hold onto it with your tainted strength?"
"Eh? But I seem able to hold onto Tessaiga?" from that reply Sesshoumaru could see the barb in the question was lost on him.
"A minor technicality," he waved its dismissal, "the sword is actually needed by you half breed, you depend on it, or have you forgotten?"
InuYasha snarled taking real offence. It had taken quite some time to remove the smell of human blood from his person. "Why are you here Sesshoumaru? Is it Tessaiga? Or do you just want another beating?"
"I don't think that will happen," Sesshoumaru reply tersely as InuYasha jumped at him again, moving out of the way with ease he continued, "You see, I have noticed a pattern, "another evade, "though small," side step, "but on those occations," a hop, "you seemed to have something that you wanted to protect," a hop and a leap, putting enough distance between the brothers, "pray tell InuYasha, but, where has that something gone?"
InuYasha came up short, "She's busy... indisposed."
"Indisposed?" the eye brow that had vanished into his fringe made its way back to its rightful place, "In other words, she's either dead, lost or has gotten bored of your company."
'I didn't mean to hurt her. I was only meant to bring her back. It's been a week. She'll come back won't she...?'. Shaking his head venomously to dispel the doubtful thoughts, "She will come back!"
"Ah, so she did get bored of you." Now it was Sesshoumaru's turn to smirk, a slight curling of one corner of his lips.
"Shut up! You don't know shit about shit!" with that said InuYasha yanked out Tessaiga transforming the busted blade into its more useful fur hilted fang.
Green eyes blinked as InuYasha sprang at Sesshoumaru, sword over his head as he swung at his perceived enemy. Tessaiga bit into the ground as Sesshoumaru easily sides stepped and smashed Toukijin onto his father's fang. The hit jarred InuYasha's hands causing them to numb and his grip lessen. Having this in mind Sesshoumaru casually called forth his blades power, the air pressure alone being enough to dislodge the hanyou from Tessaiga and into the intimate embrace of a near by tree.
Not wasting any time Sesshoumaru sheathed his sword, ran the short distance to his dazed brother and smashed his fist into his jaw. He repeated this action, not always hitting the same place, until InuYasha's head was neatly tucked into a dent in the tree with little rivulets of blood tracking their way to the tree base.
Sesshoumaru backed off and stood watching his younger sibling twitch, cough and splutter. The gleam of a deformed Tessaiga caught his attention. Pulling free Toukijin once again, 'This all would have been easier with the use of both my arms,' he thought cynically, he moved it under the fang until it reached the part where the blade met the hilt, picking it up that way, he spun the katana on his double edged one, turning to Inuyasha again the sword still spinning, he released it. It sunk into InuYasha's shoulder leaving roughly three inches of the raged blade showing.
An 'awagh' was picked up by Sesshoumaru's hearing. He had forgotten that the fox child was present and watched as he slowly curled into a ball, his furry tail prominent, hiding the rest of his form. 'I will figure out the reasons behind this feeling once it makes itself more known, and then I will resume the hunt.'
Knowing that the threat of InuYasha turning into a mindless beast was infinitely small, he called into the world his cloud of magic and left his back yard to concentrate on his front one. With Naraku on the prowl, searching for demons to assimilate, the issues in his lands had become small, but there were still the odd ones that decided that their presents be felt by the powers that be, being Sesshoumaru, you don't want to get his attention.
End of Chapter Six
That my friends broke the limit of 2500 words! Hope you like it!
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Syrinxsong: ::blush:: I love you too . And yes Kagome will be kicking some serious butt, when she gets back.
Silverspun: Kikyo... you'll see how she does lol. And she'll meet him soon I guess. I don't really want to dwell on her training too much. Glad you like the lengths of chapters hun . Aww teary eye'd thanks for saying that . Kagome is no ones reincarnation, I feel that she is in her own right a fresh new soul, voice change, god like that has been bestowed with great power causing the earth to shake at the sound of my voice. Oh! And dun blame me for your drug abuse :P!
ra: Lol, thanks and GIVE ME YOU E-MAIL ADDY DAMN YOU!!!
Waterdargonmaster: I swear it was Sesshoumaru! Just... with breasts. Anyways he's here now so NER!!! You can't kick my butt now without feeling guilty!!
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Tigeris: Thanks for the info hun . Now you also know why shes that old . You'll have to wait for the tattoo discovery part though lol . And POOH BEAR RULES!
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