Moonlight Sillhouette

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Chapter Two

My mouth curled into a frown. "Lord Sesshoumaru." I said evenly, "What danger could there really be? I always go with you."

"Just because Naraku is gone does not mean that there is no danger in these lands." Sesshoumaru managed to speak more evenly than I did. "And that is beside the point. It is not because of danger that I do not bring you with me."

"Than why?" My voice was almost shaking now, but I knew better than to act angry with Lord Sesshoumaru. He simply swept away, leaving only a whisper of air.

Sesshoumaru never did much, after Naraku's death. He would mainly wander, taking out any anger on the occasional irritating demon, or group of bandits. But he always took me with him.

I was still standing where he had left me, in a small forest clearing. I barely knew where we were. The trees rustled in the slight wind and I thought of that gentle kiss of breeze I always felt when he swept away from me.

I knew I was acting like a spoiled child. If Jaken were still alive he would scold me terribly for being so 'impertinent' with my Lord. Sometimes I think I'm glad the little imp was killed. I sat on the ground, leaning on the closest tree.

"Where do you think we are Ah-Un?" I said, when I had finally gotten over being angry. But obviously the Oni wouldn't answer me. I just slumped farther against the tree and shut my eyes, hearing only the slight rustling of leaves.

A while later I grew bored, sitting there. I picked up the staff of two heads and went over to Ah-Un. I lightly leapt astride his back, leaning the staff in a convenient place.

"Ah-Un, take to me Lord Sesshoumaru.." I said. He began moving. I knew that he probably would be able to find Lord Sesshoumaru yet, but at least it would be something different than just sitting around.

But suddenly I felt Ah-Un lowering to the ground just outside the forest. I looked down and felt my body lurch as I gasped.

Lord Sesshoumaru lay on the ground, spread eagled. Blood coloured his robes crimson. His eyes were loosely closed and his jaw was slack, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth.

"Lord Sesshoumaru!" I cried, leaping down from Ah-Un's back and sinking to my knees next to him. I snatched his limp hand and held it to my heart. "Please, wake up!" I called, loudly. Nothing happened. I let out a soft sob and dropped my head to his chest, listening.

There it was, a faint heart beat. Slow and soft. I felt my hair fall into my eyes, slick with his blood.

Sesshoumaru had three deep gashes running across his chest. He had a shallower, but nasty looking cut running from his shoulderblade to his collarbone. His breathing was ragged, but it seemed to be getting stronger.

"Please, wake up!" I said desperatly. I saw his eyes flicker beneath the lids. His silver hair was saturated with fresh blood. I dropped my head once more to his chest. I felt the warm, still-flowing blood cover my cheek and leapt up. I tore a strip of fabric from my kimono and began to bind his wounds.

I had seen Lord Sesshoumaru injured like this before, but at least then he had been conscious. Even as I bound his chest I wondered where he had been.

By the time I was done my kimono was only mid-thigh length. I leant back, and watched the orange material turn crimson.

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