The Silence In Black And White
Chapter Three
By
Frozen Perfection
Kagome's head rocked back and forth with Ah-Un's constant rhythm, the beasts' strides equal and precise. Her ebony hair swayed with the movement as little Rin stared down at her. Big brown eyes wide, Sesshoumaru's ward waited anxiously for her idol to wake. Kagome's eyes, however, showed no sign of opening.
Little did Rin know that a harsh and long battle was being taken place right in front of her in the demon lord's mind. Sesshoumaru was tense with anger and confusion, sharp as was his mind but his actions puzzled even himself. To make matters worse, his actions had a consequence to them he was not ready to deal with at the moment. Yes, Sesshoumaru had been prepared for any consequence he might have triggered, but even his open mind had not thought of taking another human into his group.
His sensitive ears didn't miss the long, quiet sigh from Rin as she pushed the wench's hair out of her face. Golden fire danced in his eyes as Sesshoumaru's mind clicked. What had Naraku gained from this? He knew well that Inuyasha cared for the wench, but he doubted that that was the only meaning for this unexpected attack.
His amber eyes narrowed. No, Naraku never did something to gain only one thing. There was always double meaning to his words as well as actions, and Naraku taking this plan into action himself was far more concerning.
Sesshoumaru glanced at the maiden from the corner of his eye. The wench seemed to hold much more meaning than he had originally thought, for to have Naraku himself after you, you had to be much more of a benefit than anybody let on. This concerned Sesshoumaru far more than the own consequences of his actions, even if the girl was tied into this far more thickly than he wanted.
Body scraped and battered with wounds and bruises, Inuyasha wandered weakly in the forest. The darkness, which the hanyou was thankful for, covered him in its cloak of night. It hid him from being seen, hid the numb and agonized expression on his dirty face, hid him from almost everything but the pain.
His back slouched in a pout and pain, Inuyasha treaded through the trees as he made his way back to camp. His eyes stung when his mind whispered to him, whispered that Kagome would not be there waiting for his safe return. Whispered that it had been all his fault.
Inuyasha glowing eyes looked up to stare ahead of his, worry written on his face. He didn't even know if the others were alive. Sango and Kirara had taken off, Miroku had followed, and Shippo…Inuyasha lowered his head once again. He didn't even know what happened to Shippo.
With a exhale of despair, he stood straight, walking into the dark area near the road in which they had settled down. His breath hitched as he stared at Kagome's large yellow pack. His eyes stung again, but with a curse and a fist to the ground, it stopped.
No, he wouldn't cry, not till he killed Naraku. Inuyasha looked up at the clear night sky, stars twinkling at him. First, though, he had to find the rest of his friends… Inuyasha swallowed hard, scenting the air with his nose.
Anger flashed quickly in his strong eyes. Rin was tiring and Sesshoumaru had not yet thought of what to do with the other female. With a silent sigh, he stopped and sat down by a tree, closing his eyes in thought as he listened to his small group start to settle down. Before he could relax his body better, the demon lord heard Ah-Un make a groaning growl of displeasure.
Inwardly he grumbled to himself, standing once more to walk to his beast. Rin stayed by Ah-Un's side as he approached, her innocent brown eyes wide with hope and admiration of him. Taking his one arm, Sesshoumaru slipped it around the wench's waste, disgusted with himself as he lifted her back into his reluctant embrace.
Cringing unnoticeably at having to hold the human, he walked over to another tree and laid her down on the ground. He growled quietly as he watched Rin smile, happy her lord would help her in a mission to heal another. With a sharp snap at his own mind, Sesshoumaru looked down at the wench.
She was completely pale, whiter my each moment as he gazed at her. Her wound, finally, had stopped bleeding, but it turned green and redder every second it was still unattended. His eyes narrowed as his clawed hand came up to touch the wound. He resisted the urge to draw back in disgust as he felt the sickening texture of the wound.
"Rin," he spoke suddenly. "Give me those leafs." Rin looked around and saw his amber eyes glancing at a small tree with large, heart shaped leafs. She hopped to the task, plucking off each leaf carefully until a small pile was formed in her small arms. Turning to him, she skipped up to Kagome.
Once on the other side of the girl, she held her arms out to Sesshoumaru, watching in awe as he grasped some and laid them on the ground. With perfect slices, the lord cut the leafs into many pieces. Before he could do more, he heard a grunt come from Jaken.
Sharp, amber eyes came up to stare boldly at the source of the sound, Jaken looking away immediately. The toad knew better then to voice his own opinion at a time like this when his master was working, and Sesshoumaru expected such from him. Jaken turned fully away from him, deciding to keep quiet the rest of the night and hold his tongue.
Looking back down at his work, Sesshoumaru spoke. "Rin," he called again. The girl came instantly to attention. "Grind these up until you can feel it get very wet," he said in his deep, cold voice. His ward nodded eagerly and grabbed the pile of slightly damp, shredded leafs.
"Jaken," he said with a slightly loud tone. Jaken jumped and turned back to his master.
Jaken stuttered as he spoke in fear. "Y-Yes, milord…?"
"Get water," he said quietly, not even looking up from the thickening pile of green shreds. Jaken nodded.
"Yes milord."
Sesshoumaru watched Rin as she grinded the leafs up in her hands, the juice from the leafs dripping down her arms. Sesshoumaru raised his voice a little. "Enough Rin. Put those in another leaf," his voice was blank as he handed her a leaf. It acted like bowl as she dumped the strange, juicy substance into it.
Jaken came stumbling into their sight as he swayed, yelling as the bucket tumbled and swished with heavy water. Rin giggled as Jaken continued to get soaked by the water, Sesshoumaru arching his eyebrow slightly. Jaken came sliding to a halt as he held up the bucket of water, trembling from the cold.
Rin laughed at the drenched demon, Jaken insulting her as Sesshoumaru took the water from him. Rin stuck out her tongue, insulting him back. Jaken growled as he raised his famous staff, chasing Rin as she took flight with insane laughter. Of course, most girls were insane, though some were more than others.
As normal, Sesshoumaru ignored the events happening around him, keeping his mind and body aware of danger. Taking his hand, he dipped it in the water, cupping it. As he raised his hand out of the ice cold liquid, water sat embraced in his pale palm. With great unwillingness, he brought his hand to the wench's frozen lips.
Tipping his striped hand ever so slightly, water poured down the girl's dry throat. She sputtered a little, giving him more signs of life in which he was not glad nor sad for. With frustration laced in his graceful movements, he removed his hand from her mouth and repeated the process.
Finally, after dipping his hand into the water bucket once more, he didn't return his hand to her lush lips. This time, his hand traveled to her temple, letting the cool water drip down her disgusting wound. His glowing eyes narrowed as he continued to wash her wound, angry to have to do this for a human. With relief, he looked down at the substance on the leaf.
It was clear and kind of thick, a chunk of leaf here and there. His mind clicked as he found knowledge of this leaf in his mind. This leaf was toxic, though only to demons. That Sesshoumaru had no problem with, but the smell he did. His nose wrinkled in distaste at the sharp smell. It would not kill a demon, he knew, but he knew it to put one into a coma or sleep depending on how much a demon inhaled. It only worked in its liquid form, however, but it was powerful nonetheless.
His eyes turned sharply to his running ward. "Rin."
Rin came screeching to a halt as she looked over at him with a grin, her small chest moving harshly with pants. His head tilted to nod at the wench laying near him, his golden eyes waiting for her to catch the hint. Rin came bounding toward him and the wench, seating herself next to him.
"Put this on her wound," he said deeply as he pointed with his clawed index finger to the clear substance. Rin quickly started on the job as Sesshoumaru stood, walking over to the tree he had wanted to rest at earlier.
Leaning against the tree, he watched as Rin quickly finished her task, inspecting the wound for any area she might have missed. "Good. Now cover it with another leaf and then go to sleep," he ordered calmly. His command was answered with a quick nod as Rin did as she was told.
Sesshoumaru watched until Rin got up and walked over to Ah-Un, his eyes half lidded as his amber eyes glowed. The smell was far more powerful than he had thought, for already he was beginning to feel the lure of sleep wash over his mind. Thoughts of the amusing look the girl had with a leaf stuck to her head were foggy and soon even thoughts of Naraku were starting not to mattered to him.
Intrigued by the wench once more, he walked over to her for a better inspection. He might have missed something important about her, something that could help him with Naraku. As he sat down next to her, a wave of the leafs' smell wafted into his face. It burned his nostrils and throat, but he continued to stare down at the wench anyway.
Through a fog, Sesshoumaru watched wearily as suddenly the girl stirred beside him, her chocolate eyes opening to stare at him. "W-Who…are you…?" Her voice was raw, that of a sick person. Before his cloudy mind could register her words, her eyes closed and her head fell against his leg, the girl once again unconscious from the world.
Sesshoumaru had no second thoughts as he inhaled the leafs' scent once more, his own head falling back against the tree as he drifted closer to sleep. His anger rose before he could fully drift away, and in a last attempt to escape the scent he allowed his body to fall away from the girl, his mind lost as sleep captured the demon lord.
Note: SORRY! I'm so horrible! I didn't mean for it to be THAT long since I updated! You guys must hate me, but anyway, I'm sorry. I had a little writers block and I also went on vacation to Minnesota and Chicago. For two weeks though, but still. I'm sorry and I hope this chapter makes up for it. Please Review! I'M SORRY!
