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Chapter Four: Kindness Can be Found

That best portion of a good man's life,

His little, nameless, unremembered acts

Of kindness and love.

-William Wordsworth

That strange man was still there underneath that tree. It had been three days since she had noticed him first, and he hadn't moved. Yukina was worried, though she didn't know who he could be, or what his story was. She lived in the nearby village and it was impossible for her not to see him as she went about her day. Being incurably curious, she had to know what was going on.

She worriedly went to check on him, afraid he was hurt. Approaching him cautiously, she leaned up to him and gently touched his shoulder. The moment he felt her fingertips he became instantly alert. His hand shot up and grabbed her neck. She let out a strangled gasp and said, "Please don't hurt me! I only want to help you, let me go."

He hesitated a moment, and realizing his strength had diminished so much that it would actually take effort to kill her, he unceremoniously released her. "I don't need your help. I am capable of taking care of myself. Leave me."

"But you haven't moved for three days!" she said with concern. "I've watched you and you look so sad. Why? Can't I be of any help to you? Would you like food? Anything?"

"You've been watching me?" he said warily. She rolled her eyes and said, "There's no need to be offended."

"I should have felt that," he said, more to himself than to her. "But I did not even notice. My senses are so dull. I cannot bear this."

"Do not overly concern yourself about it. All I really did was happen to notice you laying here. You looked like a soldier just returned from a gruesome defeat. It was..." she didn't want to say pitiful. "...it was not a pleasant vision. Let me take you to my village. We can take care of you. All the people there are kind." She grinned broadly. "I'm sure you could recover. I can see that your strength is waning." 'You would have snapped my neck if you had been in better condition,' she thought to herself.

He refused to look at her. "I have once already declined your help. Why must you insist upon pursuing this foolish quest?" After a moment he added, "Why would you want to help me in any case?"

She shook her head at him, silently chastising him for being so naïve. He felt that, and let out a low growling sound. She almost gave a short giggle, but managed to refrain from insulting him further. She simply smiled and said, "Oh, I'm only trying to be a good person. I want to help my fellow man and things like that."

His face fell at that comment. He just spit out coldly, "Oh what a noble cause, I'm sure."

Not having encountered much sarcasm before, the girl was a bit perplexed by the tone he used. "Well, yes, I suppose," she said, "but let us not talk any longer. Come, follow me to the village."

She held out her hand, smilingly trying to coax him into joining her. The old self still buried within the strange transformation was fighting hard. It insisted upon attempting to put a stop to all of the curse's effects. For though he did not wish to change his heart and his mind, he had become human, and a veritable floodgate of new feelings had been thrust upon him. That curse was deeper than he knew, and only a true reformation of the spirit could pull him from a darker fate.

Because of his own confusion, and the growing ache in the pit of his empty stomach (humans need to eat more than demons he realized), he grabbed the offered hand. The girl was visibly delighted. "That's alright," she said in her brightest manner, "I'm sure you will be happy here, and you can stay as long as you want. You can learn to belong. You won't have to feel so sad and lonely anymore."

He sighed almost inaudibly, not intending for the girl to hear. She did however, and was a bit concerned. It was going to take more work than she thought to get him out of his shell. He was amazing to behold, for he did not look like any man she had seen before. She was saddened that a creature so beautiful would have had to suffer so much, but obviously his destiny had already been decided.

"Your heart is heavy, isn't it?" she asked. He didn't respond, and she knew she was correct.

He could feel her tiny fingers lacing themselves between his own. She obviously had no idea how very much against his rules prolonged contact was. The girl thought he was an ordinary man, a lonely mortal just like herself. She could never imagine what he used to be.

She would never be able to believe the destruction and heavy death that lay in his past. There was no way the pathetic girl that looked at him with pity in her eyes could even bring herself to think about such mass chaos and ruthlessness. He was almost sorry that she was so trusting. Almost.

"Why do you pretend to care so much about me?" he asked suddenly. "You do not even know me. I cannot understand this."

'Damn,' he thought. 'I can't seem to keep my mouth shut. Do all humans go around blurting out their every thought?'

She chuckled a bit and said, "You see, I am not pretending. I do care about you. Though I know you but little, it is true that I do not even know your name, I do care. We are both human, we are both living and breathing, should not I try to help you if I can?"

"I don't need or desire help. I should rather rot."

She was a bit shaken by that. "Why do you say such things? Surely that's not how you really feel? Would you honestly choose death over life?"

"I have nothing left that would be worth living for."

He pulled his hand away from hers, and widened the distance between them. She was even more compelled to see that he found happiness once again after hearing that, and something told her that she was the balm he needed.

"You are a better person than you think you are," she said. "Any soul that has not been consumed by darkness deserves to exist, and I am sure that you are a good and honest man."

'And I thought you were so perceptive,' he thought to himself with a dry internal laugh.

"So you do not think evil deserves to live then?" he asked. "A dark soul deserves to be destroyed?"

"Only if it has no hope of recovery," she told him honestly. "And whatever dark deeds may lie in your past, you have the potential to be healed." She closed the gap and took his hand once again. "You have found kindness," she whispered, "do not throw away all that I can give you. You need only open your heart, and the sickness you cannot rid yourself of will be gone."

He turned his head slightly to give her a fleeting glance. They were already at the outskirts of the little village, a few people waving and calling out to the girl. He heard the word "Yukina", and knew that that must be her name. Not knowing what else to do or say, he came up with only one thing.

"Sesshoumaru," he said softly.

"What was that?" the girl-Yukina- asked.

"You do not know me yet, you said you did not even know my name. It is Sesshoumaru."

And with that, the girl gave him a genuine smile.

A/N: Well, just so you know, Sesshy doesn't fall for Yukina. It's definitely gonna be Mai. OK.

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