Chibi Ochita: Do not own very muchly so. Will never own. Not if Hell froze over or Sessho-maru professes his undying love for Inu-yasha.

Sessho-maru: Die…thing. (prepares to attack)

Ochita: (daydreamily) This could get ugly very muchly so.

The Wonders Of Lysol

Sessho-maru looked down into the huge ditch by the side of a mountain, snorting in disgust as he saw the mutilated tiger demon. Golden eyes narrowing he sniffed the air wondering what type of creature had taken this demon down; the rain from the other night had washed away all trace of a scent. Shifting his right foot forward he spied over the edge of the pit, searching for any type of clue that would lead him to the criminal in question. Gazing down he spotted a small piece of green cloth, having been obviously ripped from something larger, snagged on a fragment of bark that was half torn from the trunk of the tree. Leaping down onto roots that were stuck out from the side of the cavity, he delicately plucked the olive colored fabric from it's location, gliding back to his former position at the edge of the hole in the ground.

Running his fingers over the material he stoically puzzled over its composition, never having felt anything like it. The cloth expanded strangely, snapping back to its original size after he stretched it between his claws. Brining the clue to his nose he sniffed at it, catching the slight scent of something that definitely wasn't demon.

A human perhaps? A foreign scent…not even that of someone from the continent.

Lifting his head he turned to the sky, staring up at the blue expanse with expectance, as though it were likely to give him the answer to his question. The Taiyokai turned his head to the side having caught a scent heading in the general direction of the north-west. Setting out in said way his emotionless mask never faltered from his pristine face. Striding into the forest he glided past the musky scented trees, hoping the smell wouldn't overpower the slight fragrance of the nuisance running a-muck on his territory.

I will make an example of this creature by killing it. All will know not to defy this Sessho-maru.

Marisol sighed, scrubbing herself off, trying to wash her scent away, knowing that other demons might try to track her to exact revenge on there fallen comrade. She'd read through a mythology book that she'd saved from last semester, too lazy to clean out her duffle bag. Demons were capable of so many different things that could make a sociopath cringe at the notion. Apparently yokai had heightened senses that were sensitive enough to pick up signals of life from miles away.

It wasn't like she'd wanted to stay here in the year 15-somthin'-er'-other. She'd tried to use her compass to find north but the mountains around her were making her needle dance around like an inept jazz student. She'd thankfully found small travel size bottles of shampoo and conditioner, left over from swim practice. She'd used some laundry soap to hand wash her cloths of which were drying nicely, now only slightly damp. After dousing herself she dried off with a few dish towels, sticking her long soaking hair at her nape in a messy bun, long strands falling down in disarray by her waist, and grabbed her cloths, sliding on her essentials, and almost falling over while hopping into the black jeans. After fastening them on she went over her main strategy of survival.

Disorderly trail, if a beast tries to track me it'll throw them off. I've already set up three Malay Man-catchers, I need to continue with that to slow down any demonic predator on my tail…considering they can find me by traces I've left behind…none to my knowledge. I've got precious few items I can use to protect myself. My bag is light enough not to slow me down at all, and if something starts chasing me I can get away with an erratic style of direction. Keep everything random, clean off everyday. Don't kill anything because if something else eats the corpse it will gain the power the carcass contained during life; another little demon fact.

Spinning around with her shirt half on her, arms through the holes, hearing a rustling sound, she stared wide eyed at the figure at the other end of the pool of water. The man standing across from her was perhaps the most beautiful being she'd ever seen. Slightly embarrassed she quickly pulled her shirt on completely and smiled brightly despite the small blush on her face.

Great! Someone that can get me outta here!

Grabbing a baseball cap she put it on, strapping her bag to her back in an odd way, and prepared to ask him for directions but nearly screamed when he practically flew at her, curtain of silver hair streaming behind him, lifting a clawed hand up and cracking his knuckles by moving his fingers. Marisol got the general idea and ducked as he swiped, thankful for lightning reflexes. Jumping back she managed to dodge his next clawing motion, hearing him state in a monotone, "Die creature."

The girl saw the merciless stare and took note that this guy could not be dissuaded from his goal; killing her. Diving to the roots of a tree she stood up quickly, watching his lethal arm, ducking at the last moment, watching him slice straight through the tree.

That didn't work as planed.

Leaping backwards onto the jagged trunk, she flipped backwards (no hands) stumbling, one of his claws drawing a small paper cut, fortunately a scratch. The man leapt over the stump and watched as the girl put one foot to a different tree trunk and push off of it, flinging herself out of his line of sight into the thickly wooded forest, leaving him to follow by ear. Flitting through the forest she ran about in odd designs, trying to throw him from her course but only serving to irritate her adversary, the demon, still capable of the chase.

Finally here.

Marisol turned back quickly, seeing him shoot out from behind a tree, running at her faster than she though possible by any biped creature. There was a large cracking sound and a tree collapsed on him, the girl turning around and sprinting in one direction, choosing others at random to lose him.

That's one man-catcher gone. Thank goodness I angled it almost facing my direction.

Cringing, the American heard an infuriated roar and the sound of wood breaking behind her, the chase resuming. She ran through the forest, making sure to form a complex course. She could hear him catching up to her just as she entered a clearing, cursing lightly before to the center of the field, no trees to be seen for a long while. Turning around she saw him land lightly, stopping and walking over to her with a stoic face, amusement flashing in his golden eyes momentarily before the stony mask returned.

He prowled closer to her, slowly, as if savoring her nervous fear, the girl sliding her foot back inadvertently, the instinct to get away from him almost overpowering. The girl shadowed her face from his view with her long wispy bangs and baseball hat, searching her mind for something, hands digging into her pockets only to come out with a lighter.

The demon was now upon her, staring down at her, several leaves and twigs entwined in his glittering hair. A small smirk graced his handsome features, but the expression was filled with an entertained malice, marring his perfect face. He caught her neck in a light grip, the girl's breath picking up more speed due to fear, her heart rate pounding so the demon could feel her pulse. He didn't pull her off the ground but moved his lips close to her ear breathing, "There is no where you can run."

Just as those words were finished Marisol grabbed the can of Lysol in a water bottle pouch to the side of her bag, flicking on the lighter and spraying the gas into the flame creating a torch which blinded the demon man momentarily, catching the twigs in his hair on fire, the crackling and spitting sound near deafening on his ears. Her two second thought out plan was working.

Sessho-maru stumbled backwards in surprise as the creature he had been chasing flung flames in his direction. What in the seventh hell was going on? He rubbed at his stinging eyes and snarled angrily, tearing at the burning plants caught in his silken locks. Regaining his eyesight he looked around but found no one in the field. Tilting his head up he attempted to sift through the chard fragrance in the air, failing to catch any trace of the female's scent beyond that of where she had been standing not moments before. He listened for anything but couldn't hear a sound; no beating of a heart or panting of breath. The thing had disappeared.

This morning he'd set out to find the damn no-breed and realized she'd left one of the hardest tracks imaginable. He'd nearly been smashed by a tree the first time he crossed one of her strange traps. The yokai had finally found her dressing, deciding to announce himself, not catching her face because she'd put the hat on too quickly. As he was running after her she'd nearly confused him with all the sounds coming from different directions, her impressions she left on the ground spaced awkwardly and never in the same direction, it would seemed.

Snorting in disgust, the young lord turned around and strode out of the field, determined to catch the fool that dared enter his territory. His eyes still burned strongly, causing him to rub them with his only arm, no expression on his face, yet anger radiating under the cold surface. What had that creature done to him?

I will let this go for now but this Sessho-maru will kill that thing to warn all not to enter his lands. And I will make its death a painfully agonizing one.

Meanwhile, submerged in the turgid pond water sat Marisol, hands grasping the plants at the bed of the pool, holding her breath for all she was worth.

I am so damn lucky that worked.

And with those thoughts she resurfaced, staring up at the darkening sky, crawling out and sighing, getting up and starting out to find a place to sit by a river preferably.

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