Wounded, but Soon Healed
A/N: Well, I really enjoyed the reviews I received for this chapter and I hope to get more. I haven't updated in a while, and I apologize for that. Still not a new chapter, but I'm just updating this one. I hope it is better then the original, so yeah.…Also, Sesshomaru will be having two arms, since it's difficult for me to write with him having only one arm.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu-yasha or any of it's characters.
Kagome had just returned back to her own time and she already sensed a jewel shard. It belonged to a demon of magnificent size and strength. It was still swift enough to dodge their futile attempts, just adding to its deadliness. Its mouth housed an impressive assortment of fangs, two for every use it would need. The weird thing was that it looked like stone until Inu-yasha struck it with his Tetsusaiga. Kagome was having trouble locating the shard and the hanyou had struck the rock out of sheer frustration. After several seconds and Inu-yasha mumbling something, it rose from the ground and revealed it's true form and towered over the travelers, blood dripping from it's mouth.
Back to what was actually happening now, few would want to see it. There was blood everywhere, it seemed as if the gods made it rain blood and the screams of pain was the thunder. Inu-yasha, the hard-headed hanyou that he is, charged in and was quickly in the demon's clenched fist, it's claws digging into his sides. He screamed in pain and was flung into at tree, screaming out at the impact. He fell to the ground and spat out some blood, lifting Tetsusaiga once again. "Damn it..." he mumbled.
Miroku saw Inu-yasha's condition and sent sacred sutras at the beast, causing the beast to turn his attention to the monk. The demon swung his hand down at the monk, Miroku groaning in pain. He couldn't use the Kazaana, at least not yet. He dare not risk a jewel shard because of a demon that was causing some difficulty. Kagome had already pulled out her bow and readied it, aiming for the shard. She shot the arrow at him and he moved to the side, embedding itself in his eye. It screamed of agony and the sound echoed through the first, stirring up birds that hid in the trees in the surrounding mile. When the arrow pierced tough, leather skin, a cloud of poisonous vapor shot out.
Sango put on her face-mask, unaware on how it was affecting the rest of the group. Lifting Hiraikotsu, she climbed onto the back of Kirara who had transformed earlier and headed towards the demon's head, flinging the boomerang at him. It went straight through his arm, causing more gas to leak out while the arm fell onto the ground with a thud. Even with the mask, she was getting weaker by the second because of it. She strapped her boomerang to her back and drew her katana, jumping off of Kirara and landing gracefully onto the demon's head. She yelled out and thrust the blade into its head At that precise moment, the straps keeping her face-mask on loosened and it fell to the ground. It wavered like a leaf, the only peaceful thing there.
The gas, once again, flowed out and she experienced a face-full of toxic gas. Coughing, she fell off him and was caught by a white blur. She could only see flowing silver hair and murmured the words, "Inu-yasha?" After those words were said, she fell unconscious.
The tai-youkai that had saved her, looked down at her with his same emotionless face. 'She looks so peaceful right now...' he thought, sighing. No way was someone like him falling for a mere human. He moved his hand and brushed some hair away from her face and couldn't help but manage a small smile. "Don't wake up yet Sango..." he said softly, turning his attention back to path he was taking.
When she did awake, she gasped slightly and examined her surroundings. It was a magnificent room, decorated with marvelous paintings and the walls held beautiful floral patterns. There was a cabinet in one corner, probably filled with kimonos made from the finest silk. She then turned her gaze and felt her heart starting to beat rapidly. "Feeling better now taijiya?" the figure asked, Sango gulping in reply.
"S-Sesshomaru!" she yelled out, standing up. She looked around, trying to find her sword or boomerang, but to no avail. "Calm down, I am not going to harm you..." He said coldly, his eyes showing the usual level of emotion; none. "W-where am I and why are you here?" she questioned, trembling slightly. He simply let out a light chuckle and approached her, Sango taking a step back in return. Kirara appeared from no-where and jumped onto Sango's shoulder. She mewed and rubbed agaisnt her cheek, hoping that it would calm the slayer down.
"This is where I dwell when I'm not tending to matters and if I didn't happen to be near you, you'd probably be dead..." he told her, as if her being dead wasn't much of a big deal at all. "Why would someone like you save me, a human no less?" she asked him, not trembling as much with the neko on her shoulder. Still, she started towards the door, but Sesshomaru grabbed her wrist and pushed her back onto the bed. He glared at her slightly and told her sternly, "You're still too weak to do anything, let alone run away..." She simply looked at him wide-eyed while Sesshomaru headed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
'W-why did he save me?' she thought, sitting up on the side of the bed. Her concentration was broken when Kirara purred and licked her cheek. She was shocked slightly, but looked down to her and smiled, petting it. 'And Kirara seems so comfortable around him, it's so strange...' she thought, still thinking about why she was saved by the cold demon lord.
Sango let out a light sigh and laid down on the bed, noticing that she was still in her slayer outfit. She stood straight up and headed towards the cabinet and opened it, revealing a fine assortment of kimonos of the greatest beauty and material. "Wow," she said softly, picking out a red kimono with a cherry blossom pattern. Its texture was so soft; it felt as though you were barely wearing anything. The only downside was that it was a little hard to maneuver in, considering the sleeves covered her arms. 'Why would he let me wear this?' she thought, but quickly pushed it aside when she heard the door open.