Sesshomaru smelled the blood reeking off her hours before she finally arrived, he told Jaken and Rin to go on ahead. He laid back against a tree and waited as Kagura came into the small clearing. "Kagura, ah, I would ask if Nuraku has another plot he wants me for, but that is his blood I smell all over you."

"Very good Sesshomaru."

"So, what do YOU want with me."

"I want your help in figuring something out."

"Oh?"

"Did you realize that 50 years ago Inuyasha fell in love with the human priestess Kikyo, and was even willing to become human for her, 50 years ago it was Nuraku who stepped in, made them each believe they had been betrayed by the other, and made people believe it was a vie for the jewel."

"However, I suppose it wasn't."

"It wasn't, are you aware what would happen if Inuyasha became human with the scared Jewel."

"The jewel would be purified and possibly vanish."

"Possibly, a few weeks ago I became aware of the other possibility, added to the revelation Nuraku gave me of what would happen to Inuyasha."

"He would be powerless."

"But the power would remain in his blood, and passed onto the next generation."

"A human with demon powers," he was awestruck.

"A human with Purified demon powers, able to wield the Tetsusaiga's full might, and use the purified Jewel to further purify demons, as did the woman whose soul formed the Shikon. It's possible a demon hunter of such magnitude could wipe out most of the demon population. Because the purified Jewel of the Four Souls gains power from the will of its user to protect."

Sesshomaru was always good with calm expressions, but Kagura had shaken him to the core. A warrior who grew in power as his will to protect grew, added to using demon powers and the Tetsusaiga, even several Inuyasha paled to the thought of the extinction of the Demon races. "What did you need me to find out then?"

"The human woman, she is the Incarnation of Kikyo, I need to know if he feels for her. If he might choose to become human again, and not to become pure demon, for her."

"Why do you think I could do this better than you, I see you posses the bulk of the jewel."

"I see you posses three shards of it."

"I used it's power to transform a mannequin's arm into my own," Sesshomaru took less then a second to contemplate the other thoughts running though his head, he stepped towards Kagura, "The smell of blood, it's so arousing."

"You flatter me-" Sesshomaru grabbed Kagura by the wrist, in her hand was the jewel, it dropped to the ground.

"I'll do more than flatter," he pulled Kagura closer, wrapping his other arm around her back and pulled her right up against him. His tongue danced over the dried blood over her body, he drew from her chin up to her lips. The taste of Nuraku's blood was still in both of their mouths.

When finally Sesshomaru pulled back from the kiss, Kagura gasped for air, Sesshomaru licked his lips, and then moved down to her neck, kissing and sucking the blood as he kept moving down. She moaned as his tongue glided over her collarbone. Creeping ever downward, she let out a whispered series of 'ohs' as he kissed right above and between her breasts, while cupping one in his hand, his tongue traced down the other and back up, sucking up the blood, and finally stopping only to tease the nipple.

She gave a mild shriek of passion, "But what about that little girl you keep with you, aren't you afraid she might see this."

"I smelled the blood on you hours before you arrived, Jaken and Rin went on ahead."

Kagura was not entirely at his mercy though, her free hand crept up Sesshomaru's leg, raising the Yakuta, caressing his thighs, and massaging them, until finally her fingers brushed against his engorged erection. She slid her fingers gently over his shaft and began to stoke. She saw him visibly tense and wince in passion for a moment. He sucked the last of the blood off her breast and crept down. Cupping up the breast, finally releasing her wrist, he touched his tongue beneath her breast, and felt the curve of her ribs as she sucked in breathe. She finally released his member as he pressed his arm against her back and arched it. He traced circles around her belly button before he dipped his tongue into it. Her eyes rolled back for a moment as she sighed in an almost purr. When he got to where the Kimino lay around her, he pulled the belt and watched it fall off her figure. She reached out and caught the belt to his own Yakuta and tugged as her mouth shaped an 'o' and her tongue lulled out. The wind caught and blew open his Yakuta, revealing the erected member she had been holding earlier. When Sesshomaru finally had the last of the blood up, he guided her onto the ground, and still continued down. He blew lightly onto her moistened flower. He placed his lips onto her and she gasped out, his tongue probing around, his lips pressing hard against her. He pulled back his tongue and pressed his lips closed. He tightly kneaded her skin with his lips, particularly focusing upon the fleshy pink after grazing it. She seemed unable to stop saying 'Oh,' as he kept teasing the sensitive flesh.

He slowly crawled back up, his kissed her cheek before taking his thumb and clawing a small gash, as the blood trickled out her kissed the wound and sucked in the blood. Kagaru felt his erection pressed against her thigh and reached down, guiding it into her. Before she could cry out Sesshomaru's lips were on hers again. He lightly bit into his own lower lip, and drew blood, then drew into another kiss, and pulled back his lips and held onto her lower lip, and lightly dug his sharp fangs in. The both bled into the warming kiss as their bodies rocked in rhythm. They both felt a throb run up their entire body as they came, one spasm igniting the other, hands closed and pressed against each other, sucking in blood from each other through the wounds on their lower lips.

Sesshomaru rolled aside first and gasped for air, closing his yakuta. Kagaru just laid there for what felt like an eternity, she could still feel his tongue as it had traced down the length of her body, taste the blood they'd exchanged. She didn't even feel the grass beneath her; only the echo's of the traces and holds along her figure. She let out a slightly depressed 'mmm,' as her body finally let her know it was over.

Sesshomaru pulled himself against the tree, and set his back against it. "I shall see if Inuyasha loves the woman, after I have my Dark Tetsusaiga..."

He almost felt numb, his body tingling with the last few moments over and again throughout his form. He reached over, grasped the belt to his Yakuta, and tied it closed, setting his sword back in place, as well as his father's other fang. Finally, he pulled himself to his feet, he looked down at the smiling Kagura, after a moment he reached down a hand and brought her to her feet. As she turned and reached down for her kimono, Sesshomaru left, she looked back to where he was and he simply wasn't there.

"I should cover myself in blood more often," she let out a small 'heh.' Finally, it occurred to her, the blood he licked off was Nuraku's sacrifice blood, which meant they'd shared more than sex and blood, they now shared Nuraku's power. She smiled, "I suppose that's acceptable, if it had been anyone else I know, I'd probably hunt them down.

Sesshomaru's breathing was still off though not as strained anymore, and hardly as deep, but his rhythm still matched hers. He couldn't believe he's lost control of his senses like that, "All because of her super demon killer nonsense..."

Rin came up first, she didn't speak, but wrapped an arm around Sesshomaru's waist and pressed her face into him, she sensed something was off about him and wanted to comfort him. "Sesshomaru-sama!"

Jaken then came over to his master's side, "I have been watching the blacksmith for some time, and it's as you suspected, he is very close to the children he cares for. There are Eight of them, the children, three of them are half-demons, the youngest of them is human tonight, and they all posses a great potential, even though their power isn't as great as yours."

"If they all joined against me?"

"You might be matched."

"I see. The youngest half-demon?"

"Ruhe Eis."

"Ruhe?"

"Yes Sesshomaru, they are children of the demon hunter Ruhe Engle. Before he shamed himself by falling in love with a demon."

"How strong are they at current."

"Varies, the weakest of them is hardly noticeable, But the eldest, Kai, he wields a mystical armor that has power over waters, and even without the armor he is quite skilled at creating and manipulating water, I believe he could be a threat."

Sesshomaru frowned, "To think my mind would wonder to a power so useless as Nuraku's..."

"Master, you seem uncollected as of late, has something happened- GAH! Sesshomaru-sama what has happened to you!"

Sesshomaru looked down at himself, his facial markings had all vanished, and his hair had become black, much like Inuyasha when he turned human. As soon as he realized it he had returned to normal. He paused in thought for a moment. "Blood sacrifice," he mused.

"Pardon?"

"Kagaru must have preformed a blood sacrifice to steal Nuraku's powers, that explains the blood she was covered in, and now I have his powers also."

"Sesshomaru-sama, am I to understand that you posses the power to shape shift now, but how?"

"That matter is rather disconcerting at the moment, and furthermore, is irrelevant, but it gives me a different approach," with a thought, Sesshomaru takes the form of a young child. He picks up a large branch on the ground and steps out into the clearing, he swings the branch like a sword, as if practicing or pretending. He twirls around as if taking in the scene. He notices two of the half-demons, the youngest in his human form, and the middle one, beyond them a young woman sitting on the porch, and he hears the sound of an arrow being let loose from behind the house. He changes his expression, as if lost.

Inside the house, Rei finishes sweeping the floor, by sweeping the dust out the back door. Kamui walks over to Rei. "Rei, um... I don't know how to approach this without embarrassing you, but I found out that you're growing up now, and becoming a woman, and it's time I gave you something that belonged to your parents before they died, that it was to go to you when you were old enough. A golden breastplate that should amplify your spiritual abilities."

Kamui goes over and pulls down a rope leading to an attic. He motions for Rei to follow her...

Still outside, Kazekage notices Sesshomaru and goes inside, while Ruhe Freuer looks up and motions Eis to stay back as he approaches Sesshomaru.

"Hello?"

"Hi," Sesshomaru speaks, raising the pitch to his voice, "ah, where is this place, I think I got lost playing in the forest?"

"This is Valson-san's place, and who are you?"

"Valson-san? Valson Kamui! Wowie! Oh, I'm Sho," Sesshomaru mentally sneered at the antics he was performing, but it would be worth it, if he could capture the strongest of Valson's kids, he would be most likely to do as Sesshomaru required.

"How did you get lost, did you come off the trail?"

"What trail?"

Freuer smiled, "There is no trail, I was just testing you."

"Why?"

"'Cause I thought 'chu might'a been a demon."

"Me, Why?"

"'Cause we don't get so many visitors no more around here, not since Kamui-otousan stopped making swords."

"Whoa, why'd he wanna go and do that?"

"Ever since he made this really powerful sword, people kept comin' around and asking him to duplicate the feat."

"Do-sa-whata?"

"Make another sword to rival his masterpiece."

"Well why doesn't he?"

"Because if everyone had super-powerful swords what would make them special anymore, besides, even Kamui-otousan can't make powerful weapons from nothing, it needs to be made from the fang or claw of a really powerful demon, or from a mystically attuned artifact."

"So- he wouldn't even like, make me a wooden sword?"

"Aha! So you did know what you were doing in coming here."

"I- but, oh okay, I'm sorry I lied, but I wanted to have a really cool bokken to practice with, and Valson-san is really famous..."

"Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt to ask."

The smile that bounded onto Sesshomaru's face wasn't that of childish glee, but vindictive satisfaction, albeit only briefly, "Really, kewl!"