Hey guyz, long time no see, lol...yea ok I kno I left you guyz for a while, but I was celebrating the 4th of July for the whole weekend, so I had no time to update, but don't worry this chapter should make it all better, maybe...but my story is now about to take off into lots of dark twists, so hold on! OK then hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 5

Sky passed him, as he flew threw the air, wondering to himself why Inuyasha hadn't remembered anything. Sesshoumaru looked down towards his castle, now looming closer with every second. He hadn't achieved what he wanted, and he wasn't in a very happy mood. His mind racing with thoughts of Inuyasha and what had happened, he arrived quietly at his castle, looking not to be disturbed.

"Lord Sesshoumaru!" Obviously that wasn't going to happen. Turning towards the annoying voice of his servant, he was surprised to see his already ugly face twisted into an expression of outright fright.

"What is it Jaken?" His voice was chilled and smooth, nothing out of the ordinary for him. He watched Jaken gasp for air, bent over his knee waving his hand out in front of him trying to speak. Quite amusing to watch for Lord Sesshoumaru, but he grew bored and called out in order. "Are you going to tell me or not?" Jaken jumped and finally spoke clear words.

"It's the girl, Rin. She hasn't gotten any better. I could do nothing, it wasn't my fault, it was that novice servant girl Nyoko, she was the one. My Lord, please have mercy on me." Lord Sesshoumaru listened impatiently at the imp's pleas.

"Stop pleading and tell me what is happening to Rin." His voice was laced with rage and Jaken trembled under his stare. Gulping, he bent his head in respect and began groveling once again, begging for his life. "You are worthless!" Sesshoumaru rushed past Jaken, leaving him there kissing the ground.

"Nyoko what do we do? She is losing heat." Yukiko desperately moved from one side of the bed to the other, looking for something to do. Nyoko was busy doing everything she possibly could to wake the poor child, but nothing was working. She sprinkled powder over Rin's eyes and chest, rubbing them in gently.

"Herbs I learned to make into medicine when I was a child back home." Nyoko explained to the puzzled Yukiko. Nyoko went back to patting her with water, not noticing Yukiko's watchful gaze. Her eyes weren't ones of concern.

"Nyoko!" Nyoko jumped halfway out of her skin as she realized who the voice belonged to. Yukiko faded away in the shadows of the room, which was dark from the heavy curtains blocking the sunlight. Lord Sesshoumaru stood standing in the doorway, a deadly stare in his eyes. Nyoko froze, not daring to look up at him.

"Lord Sesshoumaru!" Jaken came huffing in, a smirk on his face when seeing Nyoko trembling with fear. 'Not so tough now wench, are we?' Jaken was about to speak out when Sesshoumaru stepped forward towards Nyoko.

"Tell me the condition in which Rin is in." Nyoko hated the way in which he sounded so business like even when it came to this poor little human girl. She gathered enough courage to face him as she took a deep breath.

"Hasn't your loyal servant here told you?" Her tone was heavy with sarcasm as she shot an angry glare at Jaken. Sesshoumaru's silence was all she needed for an answer. "I'm guessing he didn't. Rin is gravely ill, she has an illness I can not identify and I don't know whether or not I can cure it. It may be possible that the young child will not survive the night." Lord Sesshoumaru stayed silent, and no one else dared break their own silence. He made his way towards Rin's bedside, showing no emotion. Nyoko watched his movements, gazing at his face, hoping he would drop his cold mask, even if just for a second. He stood at Rin's bedside, deep in thought. After an eternity, he finally spoke words, however harsh they were.

"If she does pass away, it isn't something for which I should be concerned about." He said his words smooth and calmly, and his eyes showed no emotion. Nyoko was furious at his words and she didn't care if she died for doing what she was about to do, she would not let Sesshoumaru speak that way of an innocent child.

"How dare you? She is a child, barely even a few years old; does she not deserve to experience life the way it was intended to! She has years ahead of her, she hasn't gone through anything but heartache and pain, doesn't she deserve a chance at life, to know the wonderful things it holds!" Nyoko shouted right in his face, eyes as fiery as hell itself threatening to burn his icy glare.

"I have no obligation to give you an explanation on my statement, but you however owe me an explanation on why you defy it?" Lord Sesshoumaru stepped up against her towering over her petite body. But however petite she was, she wouldn't let his stature intimidate her, she would stand her ground. Lord Sesshoumaru glared down at Nyoko, noticing that she reminded him of someone, but he couldn't remember who.

"If you want an explanation, I'll give it to you. My reasons are obvious to anyone but you! This poor innocent child has given you nothing but love, she has been by your side no matter what. Though she is young she understood and learned to live with your cold heart, and she never let that suppress her smile whenever she saw you. And what do you repay her with? A stab in the back as you stand there watching her die and act as if she was nothing!" Nyoko's chest heaved heavily as she glared up at Sesshoumaru, feeling her demonic aura fighting to be set loose on him, but she fought to keep it controlled.

"What you say does not change my mind. If she dies, it will be nothing to be concerned about." With that, he moved from the bed, and without a single glance back, he left. Nyoko stood, feeling enraged and defeated, breathing hard trying to remain calm.

"How could he? How could he?" Yukiko watched from the shadows with a glint in her eyes.

"Lord Sesshoumaru has no idea how his words make me feel." A light smile flirted with her lips as she looked upon her work.

He shut the door behind him, rubbing his temple as he sat down heavily on his desk chair. He wasn't about to explain his reasons to a servant, he was above that. He was Lord wasn't he? He sighed as he felt a pain of guilt for what he had said, but soon waved it away. Though he held the impression of being a cold heartless ruler, he wasn't completely that way. He would not permit the death of Rin as long as he could do something about it. He had revived her before, and he could do it again. He unsheathed his father's fang from his side, the Tenseiga, the sword which he had loathed his father for bestowing upon him. He, the Great Demon Lord of the West, had been bestowed a sword of mercy, one which can bring those back from death. Sesshoumaru had detested the sword, feeling deceived by his father for giving the all powerful sword Tetsusaiga to his half demon brother, Inuyasha. How was he to know that his father had different plans for his eldest son?

"Father, how did you know this sword was to change my life ultimately?" He stared at the sword intensely, reflecting upon the moments this sword had brought upon him. It was as if his conscience was breathing life into him every time he held the sword in his hands. He set the sword down on the desk in front of him, reaching over to study a few documents he had left unfinished.

Halfway through the third paragraph, his mind began to wander to a question he had asked himself in Rin's bedroom. He closed his eyes, and there he saw the image of Nyoko questioning his authority with a look in her eyes that were exactly like a person he had met before. Opening his eyes he tried to push the question out of his mind, but as much as he tried he couldn't. He closed his eyes again, watching the face of an angry Nyoko, but soon the image began to blur and Nyoko's ocean blue hair merged into raven black tresses and her stark black eyes full of rage transformed into striking blue eyes full of fire and passion. Her face became pale and smooth skin appeared where once blushed cheeks were seen, and soon the image turned into a completely different person.

He stayed there, with closed eyes, staring at the picture in his mind, going over her long hair and attractive face. Attractive? He forced his eyes open, shaking the image from his head. He knew who that girl was; it was Inuyasha's wench, the miko he had been searching for. He knew her name, but he couldn't remember at the moment. He hadn't the faintest clue of why he had suddenly come to think of her, but he wasn't going to waste anymore time thinking about her. He got up and walked out of his study, leaving along with the documents, her memory, and the sword.

"Nyoko how is she?" Yukiko stood behind Nyoko as she rubbed more herbs on top Rin's chest. Nyoko wiped at her brow, praying to the God's to save her from a terrible death as this one. Yukiko rolled her eyes as Nyoko ignored her. Nyoko wouldn't admit it, but Yukiko could get on her last nerves. But along with irritation, Yukiko made Nyoko feel…uneasy, as if she wasn't all she made up to be. But she never paid much mind to that, since she was always with Rin, watching over her, as a big sister would. She was much older than Rin, about 100 years older than her, but her appearance was that of a 16 or 15 year old. Nyoko trusted her to watch over Rin, but her heart always pulled her to watch over Yukiko with a close eye, but she could never tell herself why, for she didn't know herself.

"Yukiko, you are needed in the kitchen." Jaken walked in, with a face of pure anger. Yukiko ignored him and went to sit down on the cushiony chair near the window. Jaken stared at her, shock obvious on his face. Yukiko yawned and settled in to sleep. "Listen here you lazy wench, get up and do as I say!" He waited, but she didn't even flinch. Yukiko closed her eyes and pretended to snore in her sleep. Jaken's eyes were about to burst when Nyoko spoke up.

"Yukiko, I wouldn't want you to get punished for disobeying Sir Jaken by Lord Sesshoumaru, as I did." Yukiko snickered at her sarcastic comment and smirked at Jaken, whose eyes were near popping out of his head.

"Oh you're right Nyoko, Lord Sesshoumaru was cruel in your punishment for disobeying Sir Jaken here, I don't want to be punished for not listening to the Almighty Lord Jaken. Goodbye Nyoko, I am off to the kitchen." Nyoko was leaning against the bed, a look of innocence on her face as she agreed with Yukiko. The two girls stared at each other as Yukiko stood at the door. "Farewell!" Hysterical laughter was heard throughout the castle as both girls fell down laughing. Jaken stood there, dumbfounded and infuriated with Yukiko's behavior.

"YUKIKO! COME BACK HERE!" Nyoko giggled as Yukiko got up and scampered out of the room, followed by a furious Jaken. But her smile was wiped off her face as she turned to watch over Rin. Her eyelids had turned light blue and her lips were turning a dark purple. Nyoko positioned her hand right above Rin's lips, and felt a light breeze, but it was faint. Her eyes began to tear up as she placed her hand above the little girl's and felt that it was as cold as snow.

"No, this can't be happening." Nyoko sat down next to Rin and caressed her hair.

"No more please, no more." Nyoko nearly jumped out of her skin as she heard Rin's whispers.

"Rin, come on wake up!" She shook her gently, but she had fallen back into unconsciousness. Nyoko let a few tears slide down her cheek as she held the child in her arms, feeling her warmth slip away.

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