Verzicht: Wer weiß wirklich? Möglicherweise ist dieser rote Kasten unter dem Weihnachtsbaum... Ich KANN Nicht WARTEN!
This chapter won't have NEAR as much yelling in it cause, well… Fluffy only shows the following emotions:
Nothing (Duh), Pissed off (Not for very long though), and occasionally surprised.
Anywayz, here's the second to the last chapter! I hope you've all enjoyed reading this story as much as I have writing it!
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The now frosty breeze swirled in the air around the village. A new presence has risen. First the stubby green man with a staff three times taller than he was staggered out of the bushes. His eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, and his tiny hands enclosed tightly around the bottom of the staff, the strange staff with the head of an old man with a long grey beard on one side and the head of a woman with long raven hair on the other. A small brown hat atop his bald olive head, and his brown kimono that was dirty from being stepped on recently.
The next visitor was a young girl, about 9, came running after the toad-man. Her long black tresses falling behind her waist and parts of it tied up in a small ponytail on the side of her head. She wore no shoes but had a very nice orange and white kimono with a green sash around her tiny waist.
"Master Jaken! Have you seen Lord Sesshomaru?"
The toad shook his head and continued walking through the village, looking for something. The girl called him again,
"Quiet Rin! I'm looking or me' Lord now! Can't ye see it!"
She gave a silent apology and curtsied with grace.
The toad let out a huff and walked on proudly, the girl following.
"Lord Sesshomaru?" They called out simultaneously, "Where are you my Lord! Please return to us!"
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Little did his searchers know, he was off to find his younger brother. The scent of blood filled the air, almost gagging any being with a sharp nose. But if it was sharp enough, the intoxicating blood smelled sweet almost, the smell of a beautiful woman dieing with a full heart. He could only hope his brother was to blame for this, all he wanted of his brother was to live in his shadow. Be looked up to by him, but no. His brother's human side refused to look up to his brother, his elder brother that hated everyone like him and his mother, the biggest insult to give anyone. And he wanted him to look up to him? However weird that sounded it was true.
His long, platinum tresses billowed in the breeze behind him, and his cold bright yellow eyes searched the woods around him for the familiar red flash. His formal white kimono with a red flower-print on the trimmings showed out differently than the woods, a black shoulder armor plate and purple and yellow sash danced in the breeze. His long white, fluffy… thing coiled up and loosened in the chilling air.
Soon the younger demon came swooping out of the woods, his voice was tired with fighting so much that day.
"What do you want, Sesshomaru? I don't have time for you!"
The elder dog demon's voice was emotionless and monotonous; he held not even the lightest glint of emotion. "What happened here little brother? Did a demon slay the village? Or…"
Inuyasha put one hand on his sword, "What are you aiming at, Sesshomaru?"
"How many died?"
Inuyasha's look turned to shock, "Uh, one."
"Is that all? An awful amount of blood for just one victim."
"Shut up! I don't have to listen to you!"
"Where's your wench brother? Is she the woman that died?"
Now Inuyasha's look went from abhorrence then to sullen and withdrawn slightly. Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at this, and the other one did as well, when Inuyasha took his hand from his sword, looked at the ground and walked away from him.
"Brother!"
Inuyasha barely turned around, "What?" He spat.
"She died, right? Your look explains it. You were in love with this woman, correct?"
Inuyasha spun around and looked utterly pissed, "What do you think! I'm walking around like this for nothing! It's not my fault, okay! I don't want this to be happening, but it is! So just leave me the hell alone!"
Now he jumped off in the trees to be alone… the way he's wanted to be for a long time since this happened. His heart that had healed over the months of being with Kagome was bleeding again. They were sliced open by the blade of death, and were bleeding the dark red ooze that claimed her life. He was starting to think all over again: 'Was he not worthy enough to love?' (Yura: DUH! Who doesn't know the answer to that!)
This thought intrigued Sesshomaru; he knew that unless this girl was with him he'd never get a good fight out of his little brother. She was his will to fight and if he didn't have her to protect he had no reason to live. He'd give it all up in a second just to be by her side again ASAP. But what if…?
No. Why would he even consider doing something… NICE… for him? In the end it WOULD give him a better chance of winning and deserving the Testsaiga.
The scent of the girls blood was fresh enough… she must have died sometime last night. So he could still… Wait, what was he thinking? This wouldn't blow over well. He could try to do it without anyone catching him…. No. That was too risky. Inuyasha would certainly catch him; he had to do something to get his prize. But how would he do it so that no one knew it was him? Everyone would know it was him, but he would have to have an excuse.
It was the only way.
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Ok! This one wasn't that bad was it? Anywayz I needed to do this so I hope you all enjoy this story! It's almost finished! Just one more chapter to go!
Au revoir, Au revoir. La séparation est tant de douleur douce...
-Yura