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Homemade Bombs

Sessho-maru kneeled there, bent over in the sand, both hands; yes both hands, imprinted before him, vomiting. How this miserable event happened to come about began right where we left off last time.

The Taiyokai had been lying unconscious in the dirt by the geyser pit when he felt something wet, lapping at his face, and an annoying voice screeching, "A-un, cut that out immediately! You are not to lick M'Lord's face!"

Bolting upright the demon man waved at the giant two headed dragon who housed a certain giggling child whose face, up until this point, had been turned into the expression of worry, wondering if her lord was out for good.

"Sessho-maru-sama! You're all right. I was so worried!" Rin shouted happily, leaping off of the two headed dragon to be by his side.

The demon just stared at her, nodding at her in acknowledgment, hearing a rustle of paper and looking down at the note on his lap that reeked of sulfur, as did he.

"What is that M'Lord?" Jaken asked as Sessho-maru opened the dirty crumpled paper, ignoring the toad demon (I think that's what he is but…ya never know do ya?) completely.

Gazing at the contents he lay down flat on his back, cursing his stupidity.

"Uh…M'Lord?"

Sessho-maru got to his feet, dusting himself off, offering no explanation for why he'd passed out in the first place, knowing the toad would not ask for fear of his life. Thinking back on his last encounter with the strange girl he tried to picture her face and found that it kept slipping from his mind. All he could remember was the most frighteningly dazzling pair of reptilian green eyes, staring at him with nervous interest and bewildered innocence that had made him feel guilty for almost a moment.

He now knew something of minor importance, which happened to be that the girl was capable of writing with something akin to the Kansai dialect. Slightly fascinated, he puzzled over what she'd written on the paper. What did she want him to seek out a starfish demon for? Perhaps she was an inhabitant of the sea.

No, she would've smelled of it.

He shook his head, still curious as to what she meant.

If I want the left? What is she…shit!

Sessho-maru turned to look down at where his left arm should have been. Why would she tell him to find a creature that would supposedly help him get his arm back? And why the hell had she helped him out of that geyser pit when she could've left him to be poisoned, under her theory of course. He couldn't be poisoned, the Tenseiga would've saved him from such a fate, whisking him away to Kami-sama only knows where.

"Jaken."

"Hai Sessho-maru-sama." The demon squawked to attention.

"Why are you here?" He stated more than asked in an apathetic tone.

"Ah, well, M'Lord has been gone for two days and preparations for the ball that the other Lord's asked of you have been set in motion, awaiting your approval. I was wondering if M'Lord has found a mate yet?" Jaken squeaked out the last part.

Sessho-maru pondered the question, cursing the time, knowing he didn't have much of it left. Somehow…he could get out of this…he just had to think of a way.

Wait…

That was it; he needed to think of a way! Why should he do that when he could leave it to the professional! All he had to do was tell the girl she was free of his torment if she assisted him in getting out of this!

Giving all a bone chilling smirk Sessho-maru had answered, "Hai Jaken, I believe I do."

After saying such he'd formed a cloud beneath his feet and let his servants follow, heading toward the Sea of Japan. He let the wind blow through his long silver tresses, disgusted by the scent on him, looking at the scenery flying by him with his normal, bored expression. His lips turned up wards into a smirk as he leapt off onto the beach, striding around until finding a starfish demon in the tide pools.

"I was told you could replace my arm." Sessho-maru spoke down, eyeing the frightened demon.

As soon as the words were spoken the orange demon went into a panic stuttering, "Grow back an arm? I wouldn't know anything about that? Why would I? It's not like I can do anything like that."

The demon need say nothing more as Sessho-maru picked it up and grinned at it, knowing that the pathetic creature could do something such as that. So if he ate said demon he would gain its power to grow back his arm, if only until fully digested.

"I think you can." Sessho-maru grinned.

Next thing the little five legged demon knew he was being eaten alive.

After which, the great Demon Lord shed his clothing to go swimming and get the horrible stink off of him. Diving in he swam around before breaking the surface, swinging his head back and forth, his hair flying around and sticking to his face until he shook it off. Swimming around he knew he would smell of salt, but his natural scent would cover it up after he washed his clothes, of which Jaken was already doing. After a few hours, he got out and dried off, putting on his clothes, he realized his arm was back…but his stomach felt sick.

Falling over into the sand we return to our opening scene of the demon Lord of the West puking in the sand.

So the little bastard's final testament was to poison me. Damn it!

After doing so he wiped his mouth and turned around to see Rin, staring at him worriedly.

"Is Sessho-maru-sama okay?" She asked him.

"Hai." He nodded before getting up and walking over too her.

He sat down on the rocks next to her and watched as she jumped up and began playing in the tide pools. He warned her to be careful and not to slip, but she didn't listen, and the demon lord made Jaken responsible for her.

A light breeze blew by and he smelt the scent of blood in the air.

Her blood.

Marisol laughed nervously as she squared off with the brother of the tiger demon she'd skewered a four days ago…or something like that, she'd lost track of the time. Looking at the cat she noticed a sharp boulder in front of him…though not sharp enough to pierce the skin. Looking around for something to use she took out her hair ribbon with a spark of an idea. Licking her lips she stared into the tigers green eyes and took out her hair ribbon, grinning to anger her adversary. Her tactic worked.

"What are you smiling about creature?" The neko yokai growled.

"You're goin' down kitty." The grad-school student smirked.

"What! You stupid, disrespectful...thing!" It screamed as it attacked her, "You killed my brother, prepare yourself for a painful death!"

Marisol ran at the tiger head on, leaping up with the cat, clothes lining the demon in the mouth. His eyes widened as he inhaled falling backwards, the ribbon she'd held slipping down his throat as his spine connected with the rock, breaking his spinal cord. The girl hung over her victim as the cat gagged and threw up in its mouth, choking and coughing. The demon's breathing stopped, asphyxiated in his vomit.

Marisol pulled back and stared at the cat, not quite sure whether it was dead or just mortally injured. She then turned down to her arm and saw that the demon had done quite a number on it. Biting her lip she reached into her bag and pulled out a water bottle, washing the blood away, then snatched out a Popsicle stick, a marble, and a rag, making a tourniquet. The girl then realized she needed to wash off the dead tiger's scent.

Sprinting into the forest again she followed her ears until a pouring sound of water reached them. Running forward she saw a nice clear pool and saw a small out let, a little stream pouring into the spring. She took off her arm warmer and soaked her arm and home made tourniquet in the water. She swallowed, knowing that, at most she had an hour of consciousness left.

I am scccrrrrrreeeeeewwwwweeed!

Panting, the girl turned her head up and…

Oh Shit! He is the last person let alone yokai I wanna see!

Inwardly the teenager screamed and ranted about the unfairness of it all. The Royal pain in the ass was back and he was staring at her with his deep golden eyes.

"Onna."

Oh no he didn'!

Marisol frowned at him and, doing something not to be done in public society, she lifted one very universal, single fingered, hand gesture of distaste.

His eyes narrowed before nearly widening when she spun around got something out of her giant bag…they looked like two round...he didn't know. In her hands the American held a water balloon (left over from a pool party) of Windex…and one of pipe de-clogger. The demon lord growled and strode over. He wasn't prepared for the girl throwing both objects at him. He dodged both of them easily before…

BOOM!

He barely had enough time to register the home-made bomb while he was flung into the spring. Spinning upward in the water, dizzy and trying to find which way was up, surfacing the water with a few coughs as his senses were assaulted by poisonous fumes. Covering his mouth and nose the demon looked up and saw the girl had a mask on and was strapping her bag to her back, glaring at him before she ran.

Ammonium and Sodium Hypochlorite with Potassium Hydroxide, Take that you bastard!

Spitting out water, the yokai got out of the spring and ran after her, watching as she tripped against the root of a tree and fell. Sessho-maru was upon her almost instantly, grabbing her foot knowing that he couldn't let her have any access to transportation or she'd high tail it. Dangling her off the ground he looked down at her, noting that the girl-child was sticking out her tongue at him, before she used her stomach muscles to lift herself up and punch him in the face, following through with her elbow.

Letting out a shocked grunt Sessho-maru let go of the creature and stumbled backwards, confused with the fact that the girl had hit him for one; secondly that it actually hurt. He saw her scramble for her feet and run. Tired of chasing the strange being he followed at a more leisurely pace, feeling that his energy was wasted on such a scrawny, helpless looking thing. Marisol fled the scene quickly, running into a clearing of long grass, almost tangling herself in it.

The demon lord followed silently, wondering when she would stop only slightly, figuring the tall but thinly built creature would wear herself down. The seventeen year old stopped, her back up against a tree, breathing harshly, more so annoyed than afraid. Sessho-maru noted the odd reaction to his pursuit. He watched as the girl searched around for anything to use. To his puzzlement the she bent down and picked a blade of grass, putting it between her hands and holding them to her mouth.

He soon found out what the grass was for.

The lord of the west nearly screamed in agony when he heard the most blood curly sound as she breathed on the grass (A/N: I used to do that to piss off my sister. HAHA!) . He thought his ears were going to explode but managed to keep his pain to himself. It stopped for a moment and he realized he'd fallen to one knee. Staring at up at the creature he looked at the surprised look on her face, mainly because she hadn't thought her trick would work.

"Onna," Sessho-maru rasped, "stop."

She gave him a questioning look as he tentatively got up.

Taking one step closer the girl had the blade of grass right back up to her lips. Instantly he stopped his prowl and gazed at her without emotion, just staring in an attempt to unnerve her. She looked right back into his eyes, a crooked grin on her face, showing him her long canine teeth, as if she'd finally won something over him.

"Wakarimasu ka?" He asked almost tentatively, not knowing where the girl even hailed from.

"Wakarimasu." She answered softly, in a voice that he would expect a flitting shadow to possess, a gentle hum vibrating from her vocal cords, perhaps one of the most calming sounds he'd ever heard.

Sessho-maru had half a mind to demand who she was but decided that she wouldn't answer him without knowing who he was first, "Boku wa Sesshomaru, Taiyokai no Tashi. Anata wa?"

She looked at him skeptically for a second, as if unable to comprehend that he might actually not want to kill her, answering calmly and smoothly, "Dozo Yurushiku, Hajimemashite. Boku wa Kintaro Hima(w)ari (Marisol Quintaro, first name means 'sunflower')." Bowing politely she inquired, "O genki desu ka?"

"Genki. Anata ka?"

"Genki domo." She answered quietly.

Her speech is polite yet…somewhat masculine…she must have been taught by a man, it is obviously not her mother tongue, though she only has a small slurred accent. She is intelligent to have learned another language.

"Why are you here?" Sessho-maru demanded more so than asked, his tone mirroring in no way the curiosity he felt.

"Heh, gomen nasai Sessho-dono. I am lost it would seem." The girl scratched the back of her neck sheepishly.

Sessho-dono? How dare she!...wait a moment, she thinks that this Sessho-maru's patrynomic is Sessho.

The demon lord lips almost turned up in a smile…almost. She was trying to be polite.

"My given name is Sessho-maru onna." He stated icily.

"And my Japanese name happens to be Himawari; I'd appreciate it if you addressed me as such Sessho-maru-dono."

"-sama"

"Heh, ah…no. I am neither your servant nor your vassal therefore you are not entitled to such a respective term." She turned around and got into her bag, pulling out a book that had the words, Mythology printed across it in an unearthly script, before dropping it back in.

"Nani?" Sessho-maru asked flatly.

"Eh, never mind dude." She waved it off.

He attempted to move toward the girl until she laughed out while picking up a blade of grass, "Take one more step to me, and I'll blow your fuckin' eardrums out…try me."

She looked up at him with a daring smile. Sessho-maru's eyes narrowed and he cleared his throat before he spoke, "Onna, I am not going to harm you-"

"And I'm the fricken tooth fairy. If it slipped your memory, you've been trying to kill me." She pronounced the last of her sentence pronounced.

"I am willing to make a deal with you Onna." He stated with the slightest of sighs, feeling a headache forming.

"Hey, didja hear me? My name is Himawari. If your not gonna call me by it I ain't gonna respond; got it?" She snapped at him.

"Do not raise your voice to this Sessho-maru."

"-sama" She mocked him with a sneer.

"How dare you."

"Trust me, coming from a guy who's afraid of a little grass, it doesn't take tha' much audacity." He laughed cynically.

"I am willing not to torment you if you assist me." Sessho-maru shouted at her, finally losing his temper.

"Oh ho, well color me surprised! I think I'll go dance over to you so you can negotiate how you're gonna kill me." She feigned cheer.

"I am not going to kill you if you agree to do as I say." The demon growled.

"And I should trust you? You've made my life a living hell this past week. I can't go anywhere without turnin' around, worried that you were waiting there to tear my head off. Do you know what it's like to be under that kinda stress. It's like wanting to kill yerself just to save the demons the trouble." She panted, sweat breaking out across her brow…something was wrong with her.

"O-" She shot him a 'don't even go there' look, letting him correct himself, "This Sessho-maru does not lie."

She looked frustrated with him and began looking around as if wanting some answer to come to her, "I don't know if I can trust you."

"I'm not asking for your trust, I'm asking for your assistance."

"With what? What can I do that you can't?" She laughed cynically.

"Nanemo (nothing). I just have a limited time." Sessho-maru stated, looking down, wondering if this was a good idea.

"Well…wha' tis it dude? Can't solve the problem if I don't know about it." She muttered with a slur, waiting for his reply.

"A political matter."

"Ah ha! You want me ta tea'cha how ta lie." She giggled.

"…not exactly."

"Ferget it man, I ain't gonna pull off some type of trick just to get assassinated by yer buddies." She snorted, turning around and walking away.

"Stop Onna."

She kept walking, waving a blade of grass in her hand.

"Stop."

No reaction.

He hesitated for a moment before snarling, "Stop Himawari."

She turned around with a benevolent smile plastered to her face, her bag falling from her shoulders, though her voice mirrored ice, " Hai?"

Sessho-maru stared at her, confused with the pallor of her face.

"You will do as I say." He said.

"Get back to me when hell freezes over." She whispered…

Then to the taiyokai's surprise, her eyes rolled back in her head before she shut her eyes, and she fell backwards, seemingly floating as she descended, hat tipping off her head, her undone hair flittering in front of her, falling all the way down to her shins, spilling back into a crumpled pile. He looked down on her for a second before striding forward and sniffed at her. His senses spiked as soon as he smelled the spiked scent of her blood, making him lightheaded for almost a second, his hands griping at her arm. He frowned when he spotted the tourniquet, taking it out immediately and putting her bleeding appendage to his lips.

Her blood seemed to burn down his throat and he felt strange power serge inside him. The taste was far more delicious than any fine wine he'd ever sampled, the effect it had twice that of what alcohol would have had on him. His tongue lapped at the injury, her skin, he noticed, was satin soft. After the wound closed he lifted her up into his arms inspecting her face, which to his surprise, appeared very beautiful in his opinion.

Shaking his head he growled, as it began to rain, pissed with the weather and his reaction to the girl. He sighed as he continued walking, Rin and Jaken were situated not to far from his present location. The ground and trees were soaked soon afterward, the leaves dripping water onto the plants growing beneath them. Sessho-maru shook himself in irritation, flinging the creature over his shoulder, trying to rid some of the water from his doused body. The girl was shivering in his arms when he came upon his servant and ward.

"Rin."

"Hai Sessho-maru-sama?"

"Summon A-un and follow me. Jaken, find human food for the both of them." Sessho-maru ordered.

After walking through the rain, after the child had gotten a blanket from the dragon's pack, the little girl asked, "Sessho-maru-sama, who is the pretty lady?"

So Rin thinks the woman is also beautiful?

Sessho-maru almost sighed in relief, for a moment he'd thought he'd been out of his mind there. He nearly smiled at the girl, amused with her perception, wondering how to word his answer.

"Merely an acquaintance."

"Honto ne? How did you meet her?" Rin squealed exitedly.

Now that was just annoying, "She wandered onto my land a few days ago. This Sessho-maru has made it quite clear to her that such actions will not be tolerated. In compensation for her crime she will assist me for a little while, she will not be staying with this Sessho-maru for long. Is this understood Rin?" He asked expectantly, looking down at the girl with a 'and that's that' look.

She nodded looking slightly put out but said nothing. Soon they happened upon a cave, and the four entered, Rin dropping the soaking blanket, the kid was dry underneath. The demon lord unfortunately didn't have that convenience and was soaked to the bone. He gripped the strange being slung over his shoulder, and dropped her to the ground unceremoniously.

After doing so he undid his armor and let it fall to the cave floor, taking off his yukata and laying it on a rock. ( 0q0 drool) He then got into a bag A-un had on his saddle and took out a blanket, the last one. He frowned at it.

Crap.

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