Disclaimer: I don't own it, don't rub it in. (Crosses arms and pouts)
Shippo: (Patting Laveda's back comfortingly) It's ok Laveda…just cuz you don't own us doesn't mean you can't talk to us.
Inuyasha: She doesn't own us? Good I'm outta here. (Walks out door)
Kagome: YOU'RE NOT HELPING ANYTHING YOU BIG BAKA!
Inuyasha: (From outside door) Was I supposed to?
Kagome & Shippo: (sigh)
A/N: This has to be my fave chapter so far! Tell me what you think of it when you're done reading it! I can't tell you how much I love Kira's temper, so much like my own…I created her well…
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Previously…
"Go back to sleep Kira, Jaken will wake you when the meal is ready."
Jaken nodded his little head in Kira's direction quickly without looking at her, before returning to the task of gutting the bird. Kira's stomach growled in response to the thought of food, but she decided Sesshomaru was right and she gave one last lingering glance of suspicion in his direction before she wrapped her tail around her waist once more.
"Alright." She sighed and lowered herself into the bed of ferns, falling asleep as soon as her eyes closed.
Sesshomaru listened to Kira's smooth breathing as he gazed at her features. Contrary to what everyone said about those who sleep, Kira's features weren't relaxed and calm, but looked almost pained and he could sense an amazing level of fear coming from her. Kira whimpered slightly, curling herself into a fetal position.
She never would have shown her weaknesses, like she was now, if she were awake. She was fighting through her dream, trying to return to consciousness, her fear making it hard for her to pull herself away from the nightmare.
--- Kira's dream sequence ---
"DADDY NO!"
In front of her very eyes, Kira's parents fought for her life. Not against enemies, but against each other. While her mother was trying to protect her, her father aimed to kill her. She didn't know why and it scared her, she had asked her mother, but she refused to talk about it. Her mother hadn't hesitated in fighting against her own mate for her daughter's life, but Kira could see how badly fighting against him tore her up inside.
Even in her young age, Kira knew that if she had any chance at living, her mother would have to fight to the death and come out victorious.
The rest of the pack surrounded the fighters, either unsure of what to do or unwilling to fight against the alpha pair.
Kira watched in horror as her father made another attempt toward her, aiming a slashing blow meant to be her death. Throwing herself in front of her daughter, Kira's mother came between them in time to take the blow for her, spilling an incredible amount of blood from her side. Retaliating quickly for the sake of her own survival, she lashed her claws against his throat in a flash of movement.
The demon that was Kira's father was dead before he hit the grown.
Kira's mother stood completely still, unable to bring herself to move from grief as tears poured down her face.
Padding up timidly to stand next to her mother, Kira nuzzled her ankle, the highest point of her mother that she could reach, the sign of unity among her pack. Her mother didn't acknowledge her presence and made her way shakily to her fallen mate, dead by her claws. Curling up next to his corpse, Kira watched as she allowed his blood to stain her silken coat and she finally glanced at the daughter she had fought so hard to keep.
"Come here Kira." She beckoned.
Her voice as soft and gentle as always, but Kira found the sound hollow and eerie, as though no life existed inside her mother and she was just an empty shell. Kira, no matter how hard she tried, couldn't make herself move to her mother's side. She was shaking violently and her throat seemed to be rebelling against her, closing tight with tears so she could hardly breathe. Her mother sighed as she watched her young one struggle against the reality of what just happened. Lowering her eyes so she didn't have to look at her daughter, she spoke again, in the same hollow voice as before.
"You know your duty Kira."
Her voice made Kira shudder, but she nodded sadly in understanding and slowly made her way to her mother's side. Placing her claws at the junction between her mother's neck and shoulder Kira sunk her claws into the soft flesh. As she pulled her nails down and down through her own mother Kira cried silently. Allowing no sound to escape her throat, she mourned the loss of her father and her childhood equally.
It was custom for a daughter to be the one to apply the scar to her mother's flesh, the scar that symbolized the loss of a mate. It was her duty to share in her mother's grief as much as it was for the rest of the pack. Each member in turn bowed their heads silently in tribute to their fallen pack leader and laid down next to one another to share each other's pain. As soon as Kira retracted her claws from her mother's flesh, her mother raised her mighty head and released a heart-wrenching howl, cursing the sky for her loss and a few of the pack females began to silently cry at the broken sound. Soon after, Kira joined her mother in the mourning, and once she accepted and expressed her loss to the pack, the rest of the members joined as well. Each demon raising their head to the sky and grieving openly.
Showing their emotions was a sign of trust and respect among Kira's tribe. Hiding your emotions was extremely rude when among those in the pack, and fights often broke out between the different ranks of the demons.
As the rest of the pack mourned, Kira made her way to her dead father. Curling herself into a tiny ball, she pressed herself against his still-warm body and fell asleep.
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Kira woke up to the sound of her mother's angry barks. Leaping out of the den, Kira looked about franticly to search for the danger. She gasped as she saw her mother facing off to a huge tiger youkai. Kira's mother was trying unsuccessfully to ward him off with her growled warnings. The tiger slinked back and forth, forcing Kira's mother to pace to keep him away from the den and away from Kira.
"MAMA!"
Kira's cry caught the attention of the tiger and he stopped trying to get closer to the den and watched the cub.
Kira was a tiny pup, not three months old. Despite her young age, she was incredibly physically mature and extremely bold.
Coming to stand next to her mother, Kira glared at the larger youkai.
"What do you want tiger?"
The huge youkai purred low in his throat, and cocked his head slightly to the side as he looked on the young pup in front of him.
"You."
Kira's breathing seemed to stop and her eyes widened in a fear she tried hard to conceal.
"You will have no such thing." Though her words sounded powerful, Kira couldn't help the quiver that resided behind the angry words.
Kira's mother heard it too, and worried for her pup.
Behind the two dog demons, a group of raccoon youkai spread out and grabbed Kira away from her mother's side.
While one of the larger ones held her tight to keep her from getting away, two smaller demons attempted to put a muzzle on her. Tears streamed down her muzzle, dampening the soft fur, as Kira struggled against a raccoon youkai's grasp. Slashing clumsily at the two smaller youkai's faces, she freed her head from their grasp and bit into her captors hand sharply, her tiny fangs puncturing his skin, causing him to release her with a shriek.
Kira's mother was fighting desperately to get to her daughter, but the tiger youkai kept finding his way in front of her, constantly between the mother and her pup.
Bounding out of the raccoon's reach, Kira dashed between the legs of the tiger and to her mother's side. She was fast for her breed and her speed had rescued her from the claws of the tiger youkai as she ran under him.
"MAMA!"
The huge dog demon towered over little Kira and she pressed her shaking body against her mother's leg for comfort. The Doberman youkai looked down at her daughter and the fear and pain in her eyes was evident.
"Kira, nanlia, you must run. Run for your very life my little one, these demons want to hurt you. I don't know why but I will hold them back as long as I can." Tears began leaking from her mother's eyes as Kira pressed herself closer to her mother's warmth.
The tiger watched the two with something close to amusement in his eyes.
"Please mama no, I will fight with you, don't make me go, I can't leave you."
Kira's mother began to answer her when the tiger pounced. Digging his claws into her side, Kira's mother yelped in agony and pushed Kira away.
"GO Kira! RUN!"
Kira hesitated in fear, but the desperation in her mother's voice frightened her more than the tiger, and she turned tail and fled into the dense trees of the forest.
Dodging trees and avoiding the thorn bushes that grew thickly over the ground, Kira hurtled through the forest, quickly losing the raccoon youkai who chased after her. She ran on for miles, pushing her exhausted body beyond anything she had ever experienced before, her fear and confusion fueling her burning legs.
Her eyes blinded by tears and fatigue Kira tripped, going full speed and having no control over her limp form, she slid through the foliage, crashing through thorn bushes and eventually slamming into a thick tree, coming to a very painful stop.
Lifting her head weakly, Kira let out a strangled howl of pain and misery before she passed out from her emotional and physical stress.
--- End dream sequence ---
Sesshomaru glanced back to Kira's sleeping form and he wondered fleetingly what she might be dreaming about. If she was reacting this way to the images in her mind, he was almost certain she had lived through them before, in her dreams, and her reality. He fought the urge to strike her to cause her physical pain so that she would wake from her nightmares of mental and emotional pain. It was a strange logic, he knew, but he also knew pain was the best teacher to getting over things such as these.
Kira lay in her nest of ferns and moss, shivering profusely as though she was freezing to death, and a thin sheen of sweat clinging to her skin as she cried out in her sleep. Her legs were pulled up close to her chest, and her tail lay rigid behind her. Her hair clung to her scalp in sweaty strands and as he gazed down at her, Sesshomaru thought she looked much younger than she was. Of course he didn't know how old she really was, but he tucked it away in his mind to ask her later.
Sesshomaru's eyes widened slightly when he realized what he had just thought. He wouldn't care for this female whelp; she was worth none of his attention or time. As soon as she recovered enough to fend for herself he would rid himself of her.
Sesshomaru stood in agitation, unable to take being in her presence any longer, unable to take the confusion she brought to him. He had to think and to do that he had to get away from her.
Kira stopped with her loud outbursts that her dreams caused and seemed to settle down into a death sleep, not even stirring when a spark from the fire landed on her bare shoulder, singeing the skin.
With a final glance back at her sleeping form, Sesshomaru turned on his heel and walked away into the trees toward the hotspring he had scented somewhere south of camp.
Jaken jumped up from where he had been finishing up the bird and ran up behind his lord, his eyes wide at the thought of his master leaving him.
Without turning around, Sesshomaru quietly ordered Jaken to stay at camp. Jaken's jaw fell open in horror and he stuttered a bit before finally regaining enough composure to speak.
"W-where are you going my lord? Surely you are not leaving me alone with this f-female d-demon?"
Jaken tried his best to sound like he simply wanted to follow his master, but he was secretly terrified of Kira. He could feel her power radiating from her, and though it decreased during her nightmares, the raw intensity of her presence alone made him feel squeamish. He fell back behind his lord and cursed the gods quietly for having to stay as he watched Sesshomaru disappear into the forest.
Sesshomaru walked confidently through the foliage, keeping his eyes forward, but staying alert the whole time. As he walked, his mind was burdened with spinning thoughts of Kira. Why was she effecting him like this? He seems to actually care for her well being. She was just a weak youkai right? He had no need for her. Though she was rather striking, with her fiery elegance. Sesshomaru mentally shook his head violently to rid himself of the tormenting thought, not about to lower himself to actually do the act.
Emerging from his jumbled thoughts, Sesshomaru realized that he had arrived at his destination.
Taking a deep breath of the steamy air that hovered over the hotspring, Sesshomaru watched the morning light dance on the surface of the water. The reflections of the surrounding trees and boulders were beautifully distorted by the fog, making the water look as though onyx and emeralds were glittering over the surface.
Removing his sash, armor, and Kimono, Sesshomaru stood at the water's edge wearing just his hakamas.
Closing his eyes, he reached out with his senses, searching for any threats or curious youkai. Finding none, Sesshomaru removed his pants before sliding into the silky water.
The hot temperature scalded his skin slightly, but as his body adjusted to it, he found the water extremely relaxing.
Lowering himself so his torso entered the water as well, Sesshomaru sighed. Under usual circumstances, he never would have done such a trivial act as sighing, but the stress he felt now was like nothing he had ever felt.
The stress wasn't a terrible feeling, just…confusing. And confusion was exactly what was making him stressed.
He had never before questioned his abilities or motives, or had ever found any creature threatening to him, but that was before he had found Kira.
When he rescued her, she didn't seem at all grateful. In fact, she had tried to kill him. When pure exhaustion had taken over her soon after exiting the estate walls, her body had remained tense in his arms until she had been laid on her bed of ferns, away from his presence. While she was asleep, though she was nearly helpless in her weak state and totally oblivious to everything happening around her, whenever she had felt Sesshomaru's aura drawing closer, she unconsciously made a point to growl in his direction and bare her teeth at him, even through her dreams.
Sesshomaru couldn't tell whether to be proud of her for this show of alertness in weakness or disappointed she didn't trust him yet. After all, he was the one who had saved her from that living hell right? She should trust him. Simple logic.
Even right before Sesshomaru had left to come to the hotspring, he hadn't missed the suspicious glance she had given him before she had turned herself back over to sleep. He wanted to strangle her with how ungrateful and high mannered she was being.
She acted as though she was better than he was, and Sesshomaru himself knew there was no one better than himself.
Sesshomaru kept thinking bitterly over how he would break Kira's spirit, to make her see her terrible miscalculation in her own strength, not even stopping to think that acting the way she has been might be how she behaves when she feels threatened.
Pulling himself out of the scorching water almost reluctantly, Sesshomaru reached out with his senses once again, he could sense a raven youkai in a tree to the right of him, but nothing that might be considered a threat, not that anything was a threat to Sesshomaru.
Pulling his hakamas back on and replacing his kimono, Sesshomaru leapt up to the top of a tall oak tree and surveyed his surroundings from there.
A bit to the north of where he was perched, he could see a slight break in the trees and a bit of smoke rising from the tiny clearing. That was the direction in which camp was currently set up, he could smell the blood of the deer his servant, Jaken, had skinned.
Turning his gaze to the west, the direction he was traveling, Sesshomaru saw nothing but trees, stretching as far as his keen eyes could see. From what he knew about these parts of his lands, Sesshomaru figured it would be about another five days of traveling before they reached their destination.
Bounding gracefully back to the ground, Sesshomaru put his armor back on and tied his yellow and blue sash around his waist. His mind was still whirling with strange thoughts, but his body was much more relaxed after his soak in the hotspring. On his returning trip back to camp, though he tried to think of something else, or better yet, nothing at all, the subject of Kira still loomed like a heavy cloud over his mind. Giving in to his conscious, Sesshomaru pictured her in his mind. He found he had come to enjoy her rather revealing outfit. The way it clung to her torso tightly and hung limply in strips about her waist gave him interesting ideas, ideas that he wasn't ashamed to admit he had about her, if only to himself.
He couldn't blame himself for thinking such thoughts, she was, as he thought before, very striking in appearance, and the angry glint in her eyes only intensified her beauty. Though her arrogance and occasional child-like actions were rather annoying, he had to give her some credit at how damn stubborn she was, and so quick to anger too. She intrigued him endlessly, from her looks to the fire in her personality. She would be a perfect mate for him, were it not for the rebellious streak that burned through her veins. Sesshomaru knew he would never be able to love a wild creature like Kira, he needed a lady demoness to stand next to him, not a dog.
The more Sesshomaru thought about Kira and her unpredictable temper, the more he began to think she would be the perfect mate, and this disturbed him to no end.
Clearing his mind as best as he could about Kira, Sesshomaru tried to focus his attention on his surroundings.
Looking up, he was a bit surprised that the sun was already halfway risen. Kira had been passed out for nearly fourteen hours before she had woken up and at that time, the sun had yet to show its face. He wondered fleetingly how long he had been at the hotspring before realizing he didn't care in the least, and continued walking.
Arranging his features so none of his thoughts showed through, Sesshomaru prepared for facing Kira once more. If she was awake when he returned to camp, she would surely notice even the slightest bit of expression on his face. She had before, and though she never commented, Sesshomaru had the distinct feeling she could see straight through his cold front. He knew she noticed things most demons would never look for, she was much more alert than even he was and that was saying a lot. During his entire conversation with her (if you could call it that) even while she seemed to be lost in thought, she tensed at every sound or movement she picked up, even when she wasn't paying any attention whatsoever to what was going on around her.
Entering camp once again, Sesshomaru glanced around camp and noted everything was as he had left it. The only difference was the mood Jaken seemed to be in.
Jaken was hopping anxiously around the nest of ferns that Kira was nestled in and muttering to himself. With his keen ears Sesshomaru heard everything the little imp was muttering about.
"Lord Sesshomaru will skin me alive if he sees her like this. Stupid weak mutt of a female, doesn't have the strength to even wake herself up. Oh I have to wake her up, she looks like she's passed on to the next world, which is where I'll be if I don't wake her up." Jaken was nearly insane with anxiety over the thoughts of what his master might do to him if he didn't get her up.
"She is unconscious." Sesshomaru stated, causing Jaken to jump violently in surprise.
From where he stood, Sesshomaru could hear the slow breathing of Kira and her almost hesitant heartbeat.
"W-why would she be unconscious my lord? She seemed fine earlier, if not just a little fatigued."
Sesshomaru cocked an eyebrow at Jaken. Jaken's blood drained from his face, realizing he was questioning his master's judgement and fell to his knees, his face pressed to the dirt.
"Forgive me lord Sesshomaru! I did not mean to question you! Forgive me!"
Sesshomaru just ignored his groveling servant and glided toward Kira. Pressing his fingers against her throat, he felt for a pulse. Though he could hear her heartbeat, by feeling its pulse he could tell she would not be waking up any time soon.
Without turning around, Sesshomaru directed his order behind him and to Jaken, who was still kneeling in the dirt in fear.
"Jaken, make a broth from the bird, you will feed her."
Jaken hid his disgust at having to help her more than he already had, and the thought of having to actually touch her to do it. With his head filled with dark thoughts toward the female dog demon, Jaken reluctantly began his task.
Sesshomaru removed his hand from Kira's throat and watched her relax slightly as he took a step away from her. Suppressing a growl, Sesshomaru walked away from her and leaned against a tree on the other side of the clearing.
'From the rumors that float around that place, it's amazing she's still alive. The smells that surrounded that place were worse than the rumors, and if my nose hasn't wronged me, I would have to say the truth is much worse than what they thought.'
Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed at the recollection of what had been revealed when he had stepped into the estate. The abuse the captives had gone through had been instantly apparent, and their forced scents still lingered on the guards, and now that he knew Kira's scent, he realized it had been her scent that had been most prominent on the leader of the guards.
'It was worse than even what you're thinking. Danshka wasn't exactly the kindest of souls.'
Sesshomaru tensed suddenly as Kira's voice filled his head. Glancing in her direction suspiciously, he saw with some disbelief that she was still asleep. He could tell by her heartbeat that she was still unconscious and completely oblivious to Jaken as he poured soup down her throat.
Sesshomaru glared at her limp form for a moment before thinking he must have imagined it and he crossed his arms, his back to the tree he was leaning on, and closed his eyes against her image as he fell into a shallow doze.
In Kira's nest, Jaken poured the last of the bowls content into her mouth and hopped away from her, making his way toward the river to get himself a drink. As Jaken left, Kira's eyes snapped open. Glazed over with unconsciousness, they pointed directly to the sky. Instead of her eyes being their usual purple with black and gold specks, they shifted in waves between the three colors. Flicking her eyes in the direction of Sesshomaru, Kira smirked mischievously and closed her eyes again, cutting the connection and falling into a coma.
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Kira shut her eyes tighter to protect them from the morning sunlight and rolled over, trying to get away from it.
As she shifted, the strong scent of medicinal herbs wafted around where Kira lay, nearly making her gag in its powerful stench.
"Oh Kami, that's bad."
Keeping her eyes tightly shut, Kira pulled the blanket that was draped over her up, and used it to cover her nose, trying as best as she could to block out the dizzying scent. It didn't work as good as she thought it might, but then again, she hadn't really expected much, her sense of smell was too good to be blocked out by a bit of fabric.
Kira had to pause for a moment when she realized she had a blanket. She didn't remember being covered up, now that she thought about it, she couldn't even remember when she had been put in a bed.
Kira sighed at the thought. A real bed. She hadn't slept in one in years.
Snuggling down farther into the comforters, Kira sighed again from the feather light sensation of being surrounded by warmth. If there was ever such a thing as heaven, this surely had to be it.
Burying her face into her pillow, Kira suddenly tensed as she caught a familiar scent on the fabric. Sesshomaru.
Panicking, Kira shot away from the pillow and searched the room franticly for the dog demon.
Realizing he wasn't there, Kira tried to calm herself down. Though the scent had been faint, Kira couldn't help but stress over the fact that it was there. Even if it was faint, he could have been masking his scent, it was easy enough, but why had he been in the bed with her? The scent seemed to be only a few hours old, what could he have been doing while he had been there?
Closing her eyes, Kira sucked in a deep breath; she had found over the years that the best treatment for anxiety was meditation. She didn't exactly have the time for that right now however, so she settled with a few deep breaths.
Opening her eyes calmly and slowly, Kira took in her surroundings.
The walls were covered in what looked like woven straw and it gave the room an earthy and relaxing scent, nearly covering the subtle fragrance of the lavender incense that sat burning gently on the oak side-table next to the bed. Kira suspected it was sleeping incense, designed to calm youkai. Yawning hugely, Kira decided that it did its job very well. Behind the side-tables were two ordinary windows, but the shades that were meant to cover them were highly decorated with beautiful water color paintings of tigers relaxing in the boughs of a massive willow tree.
Scoffing at the intricate painting, Kira couldn't help but remember her dream and she turned away from the windows, which were happily spilling sunlight into the room.
Kira didn't care to look around the room anymore once she saw the tigers, and instead turned her gaze to the bed she was sitting in. It was a western style bed, raised off of the floor with an oaken headboard, carved with painstaking detail. In the simple piece of wood that topped the head of the bed, a diamond-encrusted waterfall that spilled into a steaming hotspring surrounded by a lavish garden was carved. Kira studied the details of the beautiful image and could almost see the wind blowing through the flowers.
Tearing her eyes from the hypnotizing scene, Kira gaped at the comforter she was covered in. The extravagant blanket was made completely of silk, dyed blood red, and stitched with threads of gold around the edges. The pillows that had surrounded her head were also silk, but they were mud brown in color with the same golden stitching.
Shaking her head at the elegance of the room she was in, Kira couldn't help but think she wasn't worthy of it.
Pulling one leg out from under the blanket, Kira noticed that her wounds had been cleaned and seemed to be healing, and the ones that hadn't yet healed were medicated and wrapped in gauze.
Turning her nose up at the putrid smell of the medicine, Kira threw the blanket off of her completely and stood on the side of the bed, reaching her arms up as high as she could and arching her back like a cat. Her wounds were healing, her headache was gone and she felt stronger and healthier than she had in a month, life was definitely good right now. The sun warming her side as she woke her body up, and Kira couldn't help but smile at the comfort it brought.
Letting her arms fall back to her sides, Kira rolled her neck, cracking the stiff joints and sighed.
Awake and relaxed, Kira looked down to see if she had any scarring from her ordeal and gasped in horror at what she saw. She was completely naked! Nothing covered her to keep her decency at all. The only bits of material that she wore were the bits of gauze wrapped around her wounds, and though she was covered completely in the most intimate of areas, the thin gauze really didn't hide anything at all.
Kira started to panic again at the thought of Sesshomaru seeing her like this, but before she could work herself up too much, she got PISSED.
Kira's vision went red, and she growled angrily.
As several servants passed through the hall, they heard her growling in anger, and the woman went scuttling away fearfully. They definitely didn't want to cross paths with an angry dog demon; especially not the Doberman called Kira. They could sense her strength from where they had stood, nearly fifty feet from her, and even while they had been ordered to care for her wounds by their master when she was unconscious, they still worked with caution, trying their hardest not to wake her up or startle her.
Snatching up the comforter Kira threw it around her torso, holding it securely above her breasts, and stomped to the door opposite the bed that she had just noticed.
Having half a mind to just walk straight through it without bothering to open it, Kira flung the paper sliding door open unceremoniously and taking a deep breath, she let her anger loose.
"SESSHOMARU!"
Kira's fists were balled in the blanket as she held it up to cover her, her knuckles white with the force she held it. She seemed about to breathe fire, her eyes looked to full of it to be allowed, and with how thoroughly pissed she was, she would have been easy work to go into a full-blown rampage, that is, if she were dressed.
Silence hovered thickly in the house, making Kira's ears ring after the excruciating volume her voice had just been.
Sesshomaru appeared at the end of the hall, an eyebrow raised and a slight smirk playing over his lips.
Kira growled angrily, baring her teeth at the beautiful demon, and took a step forward menacingly.
"Where are my clothes?" She ground out.
Her jaw was clenched so tightly, Sesshomaru wondered if it would break under the pressure.
When Sesshomaru didn't answer her, Kira's anger reached a new level she never knew she could reach.
She was stock naked in front of the first outside contact she had had in a month, covered in nothing but a flimsy silk comforter, in a building god knows where and all of the new scents that swirled around her put her nerves on high alert. Needless to say, Kira's already tense and overly alert senses that came with being in a strange environment were being pulled dangerously tight, making her feel desperate and vulnerable. With Sesshomaru refusing to answer her, Kira had snapped, and she was having trouble controlling her anger.
Kira's image flickered as Sesshomaru studied her and for a moment a woman with jet-black hair that fell down to her thighs and deep forest green eyes was snarling at him.
She was gone as fast as she had appeared, and Sesshomaru wondered if he had actually even seen her, or if he was imagining things.
"Sesshomaru…" Kira threatened through gritted teeth, "you better answer me or I swear, someone's going to die today and I can guarantee it will be you."
Sesshomaru was rather amused by the idea of her fighting in the nude, and it showed in his eyes. Unlucky for him, Kira saw it too and was less than thrilled.
"Sesshomaru…"
Kira had taken another step forward while she had been threatening him, and the blankets had shifted around her when she moved, leaving Kira's long slender legs open to his view.
Sesshomaru's eyes flicked to the view she had unknowingly given him, hovering hungrily.
It wasn't as though Sesshomaru hadn't seen her legs before, so much of them in fact, it seemed indecent, but the idea of Kira being dressed in nothing but a silk blanket was…enticing…
Sesshomaru smirked at his thoughts and Kira caught the shift in his expression unnaturally quickly.
"SESSHOMARU YOU HENTAI!"
In addition to Kira's eyes being red, her face was as well, but in embarrassment instead of anger.
Sesshomaru blinked and raised his eyes back to her face.
If she had been angry before, that was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. Kira's image flickered once again, but not staying as long as it had before, and Kira dropped the blanket that she held over her torso.
Moving faster than she ever had before, Kira dashed down the hallway, Sesshomaru's throat her target.
Kira moved faster than even Sesshomaru's eyes could track, and she was upon him before he had time to even get out of the way.
Slashing her claws through the air, Kira brought her talons through the skin of his neck. Sesshomaru jumped back as soon as he felt her make contact with him, and knocked her hands away from him roughly. Kira snarled angrily and leapt away from him, grabbing the comforter as she landed and held it up over her torso as she landed.
Sesshomaru smirked in an emotion that looked frighteningly like amusement at what he had seen. Kira had failed to raise the blanket over her fast enough as she had landed. Off course, her entire chest was covered in bandages from her wounds, but that didn't mean the gauze wasn't see through.
Looking at her eyes, Sesshomaru was mildly surprised at what he saw. Kira's eyes were completely red with yellow slits for pupils, and the orange sparks that shimmered in her eyes gave the illusion that her very eyes were on fire, glowing like burning embers.
"You seem angry lady Kira, why is it that you do not transform? It would surely be easier to fight me under your usual circumstances." Sesshomaru's tone was mocking, but he kept his normal arrogance in his words.
"You know nothing of me Sesshomaru, do not begin to think you do." She growled.
"I know much about you actually, your nightmares are very interesting, but if I am not much mistaken that is not the answer to the question I had asked of you."
Kira's eyes cleared in horror at what he had said, and her grip on the blanket loosened, revealing ten rips in the fabric from her claws.
"W-what do you mean my nightmares?" Kira's legs suddenly weakened and she nearly fell onto her knees.
"I mean just that my lady, your nightmares tell me much about you."
'Can he read my mind to such an extent that he can see my dreams?'
Kira clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes at Sesshomaru.
"You stupid fucker, you think you can read my mind and get away with it?" Kira's eyes began to once again darken in anger as she defended herself against her vulnerability in her dreams.
"Young one, I do not posses the power to read thoughts, it's your moaning while you dream that tells me of your past. I've learned much about you from your whimpering but I must say, it's rather annoying."
Kira couldn't handle to hear anymore, Sesshomaru had found her only weakness and she was sure he was going to use it against her. Feeling cornered and defenseless, Kira fought back the only way she knew how, pure anger.
"Shut up you spineless bastard and fight me!"
"You still haven't answered my question, why is it you avoid it so? Is there something you do not wish to tell me?"
"Why don't you fight me?" She snapped, her voice raising in volume every second.
"If I wish to find out what you're hiding, killing you would make no sense now would it?" Sesshomaru pointed out, with a disturbing half-smile playing over his face.
Kira had had enough. Dropping the blanket once again, Kira launched herself at Sesshomaru, leaping into the air seconds before she reached Sesshomaru, and did a swift half-flip in the air, using her legs to launch herself off of the ceiling and towards him, her teeth bared and her eyes burning.
He scented her a half-second before she was on him, and going off of where he had scented her, lifted a hand and grabbed one of her wrists as it came towards his throat once again. Kira was a bit surprised that he had caught her, but growling ferociously, used her free hand to tear at any part of him she could reach.
Sesshomaru jumped back, still holding onto Kira's wrist, and she was involuntarily yanked with him, yelping in surprise.
As Sesshomaru landed, Kira did not, and she flipped over Sesshomaru, forcing him to release her wrist from the awkward, and painful, angle she had put his arm into.
Growling, Sesshomaru spun around to face her, but she had leapt over him once again, coming up behind him and drawing her claws over his shoulder, smirking as the blood flowed from the wounds.
Sesshomaru rolled his eyes at her childish tactic, but turned back around to face her once again. Kira moved a half second too slow and before she could get away, Sesshomaru had sped forward and grabbed her by the throat, the spikes that protruded from her collar once again sinking deeply into his hand, and he rammed her into the wall. Kira's head slammed suddenly against the wall, and she went limp as stars danced in front of her eyes.
As Kira fought to stay conscious, her eyes cleared and she looked up at Sesshomaru timidly, the fear she was trying to hold back threatening to drown her.
It wasn't Sesshomaru she was afraid of, it was her past and this was a part of it.
The position Kira was in seemed all too familiar, and fear engulfed her at the thought of what had happened last time she had been pinned to a wall by her throat.
Sesshomaru scented her fear, and something else as well. Recognizing the position she was in emotionally, Sesshomaru released Kira's throat and held her back against the wall by her shoulders, not allowing his eyes to stray toward her exposed body.
Sesshomaru wondered what might have frightened her as badly as it had as he held her still like that, but she had reacted in the same way while having her frequent nightmares. Even as he had entered his castle and placed Kira in her bed she was having nightmares, and the more he moved while he carried her, the worse they seemed to get.
He had checked up on her frequently over the past few days she had been unconscious, and soothed her as she dreamt. He had placed calming incense next to her bed to keep her relaxed, and every time she cried out in her sleep he would gently brush his claws up and down her arms, knowing somehow she was comforted by this and she would always quiet when he did such. Though his comforts never did much to help her through her dreams, his presence seemed to help relax her, and she wouldn't scream in her dreams as much as she would when he wasn't there.
He had no idea what had driven him to spend hours beside the female demon comforting her through her sleep, and he wasn't sure he liked the feeling, but it gave him some consolation to know she didn't know he was there.
Kira seemed to shrink as he held her against the wall and as her eyes completely returned to normal, her fear and uncertainty at what he might do showed through.
It pained Sesshomaru to know she didn't trust him after all he had done for her, and had to remind himself that was a good thing.
Sesshomaru put up his mask, not allowing any emotion to show through as he looked down at Kira.
Kira pushed herself as close to the wall as she could, getting herself as far away from Sesshomaru as possible, even though he was already holding her there.
"Sesshomaru?" Kira's voice was small, and sounded broken and hurt.
Sesshomaru didn't answer, hardening his heart against her so she wouldn't see through his mask, and waited for her to continue.
"Sesshomaru, please let me go." She was trying to hide her fear, but her eyes defied her as the desperation she was feeling showed through the thin veil.
"You would do well to remember not to challenge this Sesshomaru." He stated.
Kira nodded rapidly, refusing to make eye contact with her captor. Sesshomaru's heart jolted at how vulnerable she seemed and unbeknownst to him, he removed his mask. His fear, uncertainty and caring revealed, Sesshomaru didn't hide anything at that moment, leaving his entire self open for criticism.
Kira could have looked up in that moment and seen the answers to any questions she might ever have for the demon lord, but she didn't look up to see, she kept her gaze glued to Sesshomaru's hands, the hands that held her pinned to the wall as she forced back tears, waiting for him to release her.
Sesshomaru felt her body tense and smelled tears threatening to fall, and he wanted nothing more but to hold her close and comfort her, but instead of fulfilling his hearts desires, he simply lifted his hands off of her shoulders allowing Kira to run away from him.
Kira dashed away from him as fast as she possibly could, her feet making no noise on the wooden flooring as she fled, snatching up the silk blanket and throwing it around her as she ran down the hall, disappearing around a corner before Sesshomaru had time to take a breath.
Sesshomaru sighed and turned to look down the hall she had just bolted through.
"I am sorry for what I have done." He whispered, and with that he turned abruptly, making his way down the hall in the opposite direction of Kira's presence.
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Kira ran through twisting passages and barren hallways, down stairways and through fire lit corridors, all the while fighting back tears and pushing her wounded body further than was wise, making her old wounds appear and bleed.
Finally collapsing at the dead end of a hallway, Kira folded her legs up to her chest and rested her forehead on her knees. The silk blanket pooled around her like an unearthly gown of blood, and her own blood mixed in with the beautiful fabric.
Kira sobbed openly, not caring at this point if anyone saw her or heard her.
Kira had been holding back her fears and locking away her emotions for far too long, and she should have known it would have all become too much at some point. Through the hell that she had lived through in Danshka's estate, Kira had refused to allow herself any feeling whatsoever and had lived though whatever Danshka had wanted to put her through. Now that she was free from his clutches and safe, away from any who wished her harm, she was free to have emotion, and it was coming full force in the form of heaving sobs that racked through her body at every breath she took. She had locked away all of her memories of life at the estate in a far corner of her mind, but as soon as she had been released from her cell everything sped back to her, in her thoughts and dreams. She was never going to be free of Danshka or the guards he had commanded. Kira's sobs doubled as she thought of Jax, the guard who had taken everything from her in a single hour, the guard who had beaten her down until she was barely breathing, the guard who had raped her.
"Come along dear."
Kira jumped as she felt herself being lifted off the ground by her elbow and looked up suddenly to see who this person was.
A squat old woman stood beside Kira, wearing a sky blue kimono and a white apron. Her Steel gray hair was put up in a loose bun held in place by two silver chopsticks, and her pointed demon ears were pierced with navy blue sapphires on either side. Her cheeks were full and rosy and her eyes were the same dark blue color as her earrings.
"Who are you?" Kira tried to sound harsh to warn this woman away from her, but she just smiled and tugged once again at Kira's elbow.
"All questions can be answered, oh yes every question has an answer, but every question has a time to be asked, and you may ask all of yours as soon as you come with me and you calm yourself."
'Huh?'
Kira's mind was spinning as she tried to keep up with the woman's fast talking and even when she did hear what the woman had said, somehow it didn't make much sense to her.
Kira stood up, and brushing away all evidence of her tears away from her eyes, looked down at the woman curiously. The woman looked up at Kira, who stood a head taller than herself, and smiled maternally, grasping Kira again by the shoulder and pulling her along the torch lit corridor.
Weaving through the hallways expertly, the woman eventually led Kira to a small doorway, the door itself only reached to about Kira's chest in height, but it was the perfect size for the little woman before her.
The little woman in the blue kimono pulled a tiny golden walnut out of her sleeve and kissing it, placed it on the ground in front of the door.
Kira watched in amazement as the little nut cracked in half and a miniature silver mouse popped out of the nut.
The mouse looked up at Kira and then to the woman who tapped her foot impatiently and spoke to the mouse.
"Well what are you waiting for? Open the door already."
The little mouse squeaked and scuttled though the tiny space between the floor and the door and after a moment of waiting, a tiny click could be heard and the mouse hurried back under the door, appearing once again at the feet of the squat old woman.
"Back in your nut now." The woman said, winking at the mouse.
The little mouse squeaked happily and hopped back into the nutshell, sealing it behind him.
Kira watched all of this happen curiously, but to be truthful, she couldn't care less, she just wanted to go to bed.
"Come along darling, you want your questions answered do you not? Well I can't answer them out here now can I? It would be best if you came inside and had a cup of tea with me, relaxes strained bodies and minds. That it does."
Kira didn't even try to understand the woman this time and nodded silently, giving in to her strange demands.
The woman released Kira's elbow finally and passed through the doorway, Her head not even close to touching to doorframe, whereas Kira had to duck to get into the room.
Kira had expected the ceilings of the room to be just as short as the doorframe had been, but instead, they were normal height and Kira stood comfortably, if not a little peeved the strange woman had dragged her here.
The woman disappeared through a doorway and a second later her head popped back into view, looking exasperated.
"What are you doing still standing there like a buffoon? Come along, in here, we can't have you dressing yourself like that, we need to put you in something a bit more-" The woman faltered as she tried to think of a suitable word, tapping her chin as she thought. "Ah, that's the word I was looking for, modest, yes we must find you something more modest for you to wear in the presence of lord Sesshomaru. That surely won't do. No no, we can't have that."
'Lord Sesshomaru? What the hell?'
Kira wanted to ask what the woman meant by lord Sesshomaru, but she held her curiosity in check and followed the woman into the other room. Her head spinning from trying to follow the woman's conversation with herself.
The room Kira stepped into looked to be the woman's bedroom. The walls were decorated with soft hues of blues on the walls, and a simple navy blue blanket covered a small futon in the corner. A white dresser stood on the opposite side of the room and a door was placed next to it. The woman scuttled over to Kira and looked her over with a sharp eye. Walking all the way around Kira, she occasionally poked at Kira's wounds and when Kira flinched she would tisk at the sensitivity and would continue assessing Kira's condition.
Eventually the woman stepped back from Kira and smiled up at the girl.
"Well I'm glad to say you're not in as bad a shape as I originally thought you were, the rumors floating around the castle! You would've thunk you were close to death, but then again, you were unconscious for ten days."
Kira's jaw dropped open, and she nearly lost her grip on the blanket that she still held up over herself.
"Ten days?" At the little woman's nod Kira nearly exploded. "I'VE BEEN UNCONSCIOUS FOR TEN DAYS?"
The woman shook her head in dismay and her expression changed from being motherly and happy to distressed faster than Kira could track.
"We were afraid you were never going to awake. Lord Sesshomaru ordered that only the best of his servants were to take care of you, and then of course he was also helping you heal as best as he could. He truly is a great lord, and I think it wonderful what your presence does for him."
Kira was lost, and this time she wanted to know what the woman had meant.
"Is that why he was in my room?"
The woman shook her head again and started making her way to the doorway on the opposite side of the room.
"I already told you darling, there is a time for every question, and now is not that time."
Kira huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, still holding the blanket up.
"Oh yes I forgot."
The little woman turned around suddenly, and yanked the silk blanket off of Kira, leaving her completely exposed.
Kira yelped in surprise and tried to cover herself, but the woman took no notice of her anxieties.
"Relax pup, we're both woman here, and as a matter of fact," she said tilting her head at Kira, "I used to look similar to your build when I was a pinky."
Kira couldn't even begin to imagine how the squat old woman before her had ever been slender and agile as she, but that wasn't what was confusing her.
"Pinky?"
The woman rolled her eyes and threw up her arms, sighing in exasperation.
"Well of course a pinky! I'm a mouse youkai aren't I? And young mice are called pinkies."
The woman shook her head again and opened the door into the next room.
"Come along dear, and don't be shy, you need a bath and your bandages changed."
Kira looked down at herself and much to her dismay found that most of her bandages were dyed completely red from her blood.
Getting over her nervousness about being naked in front of this strange woman, Kira followed dutifully behind the mouse youkai.
Entering the new room, Kira looked around the bathing room and gagged on the sharp scent of sulfur water.
"I know how sensitive inu-youkai's noses are and I apologize for the smell, but the water will help heal your wounds."
Kira didn't know how sulfur could possibly heal, but she didn't argue.
The woman began unwrapping Kira's bandages, being careful to be gentle with the deeper wounds, and eventually Kira was wearing nothing but the stains her blood had left on her skin.
"There," said the woman, checking Kira over to see that she hadn't missed any bandages, "now get into the water and wash yourself off, I'm going to go find you a kimono to wear while you do that, and – oh my, I forgot your tea! I'll bring that right in."
With that, the woman left the room, leaving Kira to her thoughts and the unwanted prospect of having to go into the bitter smelling water.
Sighing, Kira shook her head and made her way to the side of the large tub.
Slipping into the water, Kira immediately felt soothed. The sulfur slid comfortably over her wounds and took away any pain she had had, as well as remove any of the tainted blood that might have become infected.
Sinking into the water up to her shoulders, Kira sorted through the questions that were racing through her mind, trying to decide what to ask first once it was 'the right time'. Kira scoffed at the old woman's logic, but she had to admit, the woman was very caring, she was taking care of Kira while she was at her most vulnerable and Kira was grateful.
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Kira soaked for nearly a half-hour before the little mouse youkai returned with a kimono for Kira to wear, clean bandages, a bottle filled with a pink colored potion, and tea.
"Relaxed are you?"
Kira nodded calmly, unable to move her body because of how relaxed she was.
"Good then," said the woman smiling, "then you may ask your questions while you soak some more."
Placing the bandages, kimono, and potion on a shelf on the wall, the woman handed Kira a cup of tea.
Lifting her arms out of the water, Kira accepted the cup gratefully and pondered what she should ask first.
"What is your name?"
"Ah, very wise choice, introductions must come first. I am called Hana, and I already know you are named Kira are you not?"
Kira nodded and took a sip of tea.
"Well there must be other questions that you wish to ask, I know you do not wish just to know my name."
"Why is it that Sesshomaru saved me?"
Hana's face suddenly grew serious and she cast her eyes down into her tea.
"The first meaningful question you ask of me I cannot answer. I'm sorry child, but I am afraid that is a question for you to be asking of lord Sesshomaru himself."
"I understand." Said Kira, and silence filled the bathing room as both women took sips of their tea.
"Why is it that you call him lord?"
Hana seemed taken aback and looked at Kira with wide eyes.
"Why do I call him lord? Why do I call him lord! Why child, Sesshomaru-sama is the great demon lord of the western lands! Every youkai and human knows that! Silly girl where have you been to not know of Sesshomaru-sama?"
'Hell, that's where I've been.'
Kira didn't answer and took another sip of her tea, draining the cup. Handing the empty cup to Hana, Kira started to get out of the large wooden tub.
Taking the towel Hana offered her, Kira dried herself off, wondering what she would say to Sesshomaru next time she saw him.
Once Kira was dry, Hana handed her the bottle of pink potion and removed the cork from the top.
"Here child, rub this into your skin, but be careful not to get any in your wounds."
"What is it?" Kira asked, taking the bottle from Hana and sniffing it, it smelled like cherry blossoms and Kira smiled at the woman's thoughtfulness.
"It's a lotion, it helps keep your skin smooth as well as hiding that awful sulfur scent." Hana said winking.
Kira laughed at the woman's words and Hana closed her eyes and smiled at the sound.
"Laughter," she said, "so much better for the heart and ears than the sounds of tears hitting the ground."
"But Hana-san, you can't hear tears." Said Kira.
"Exactly my child, and sound is better than silence is it not?"
Kira smiled sadly and almost started crying right there. How long had she suffered in silence? How long had it been since she last laughed?
"Do not be sad Kira-sama, it is impossible to heal wounds with salt, that much I know. But I also know that though salt may not heal, it does rid of infections, but use too much and the wound will never heal."
Kira wasn't sure she understood everything Hana had said, but she knew what the woman had meant and smiled again for the mouse-youkai.
"Such a pretty smile you have." Said Hana, reaching up and patting Kira on the cheek, making her laugh.
"Now, I'm going to go wash out these cups, you put that lotion on you, and I'll be back to help you with your bandages."
Kira nodded as the woman left with the bowls and turned the bottle over, allowing the substance to pool in her palm.
Rubbing the mixture onto her legs, Kira worked the potion into her skin as she thought over what Hana had said earlier.
'Sesshomaru had been taking care of me while I was unconscious. Or at least that's what Hana had said. That couldn't be true, he's so heartless! He couldn't care less about me, he such an arrogant bastard why would he care? But then again he did rescue me…'
Just as Kira recorked the potion bottle, Hana returned to the room, muttering to herself happily.
Kira cocked her head to the side to try and catch what Hana was saying, but the old woman looked up at Kira and cut off her muttering as she smiled. Kira smiled back and bowed in greeting.
"Hello again Hana-san."
Hana giggled girlishly and looked up at Kira.
"Have you put on your lotion?"
Kira nodded and Hana smiled.
"Good, now, lets put some new bandages on you so you don't dirty your wounds."
As Kira bandaged the wounds covering her chest, Hana wrapped the healing cloths around Kira's leg wounds, humming to herself.
As they finished, Hana stood up and put her hands together.
"Well I think we did a good job. Are any of the bandages too tight or too loose?"
Kira shook her head and Hana's eyes shined in approval.
"Good, well then I suppose you should get dressed and return to your room."
Kira nodded as Hana picked up the kimono she had brought with her off of the shelf and unfolded it carefully.
Kira gasped as the intricate pattern was revealed and she brushed the tips of her fingers against the silky fabric timidly, cautious to not let her claws touch the material.
The kimono was a midnight black with brown climbing vines stitched onto it, making it look like they were growing up from the base of the outfit and the sleeves. The vines were decorated with blooming purple flowers edged with gold and Kira couldn't help but think this kimono was made for her. It matched her eyes perfectly, and looked to be exactly her size.
Smiling gently, Kira traced the edges of the golden edged collar of the kimono, sighing as she imagined it on her.
"Oh Kami Hana-san, it's absolutely gorgeous." She whispered, then looking at Hana with sad eyes, Kira backed away from the beautiful kimono.
"Hana-san, I can't wear that. I would ruin it, I know I would! I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to it, and besides," Kira said, looking to the ground, "I'm not worthy of something so grand."
"Nonsense lady Kira, this kimono is worthy only of you." Hana said, coming to stand behind Kira and draping it over her shoulders.
Kira smiled to herself and slipped her arms into the billowing sleeves.
The material flowed smoothly over her skin, feeling like liquid air over her skin.
Taking one side of the kimono, Hana tucked it around Kira so that it fit tightly around her middle, and then brought the other side to cover that and hold the material in place. Hana wrapped the obi around Kira's waist and tied it tightly in the back. Adjusting the fabric so the kimono hung correctly, Hana giggled and clapped her hands happily.
"Oh lady Kira, you are so gorgeous! I was right, this kimono is worthy of no one but you!"
Hana sighed and took Kira by the hand.
"Come along now, come see how beautiful you are."
Hana tugged Kira happily into the sitting room and positioned her in front of a massive polished stone that was built into the wall.
Light reflected off of the flattened surface and as Kira looked at the boulder, it was beautiful yes, but she didn't understand what she was supposed to do with it.
"Hana-san? What's with the rock?"
Hana giggled and pointed at the shining stone.
"You look into it you silly girl."
'How am I supposed to see myself in a rock?' Kira wondered, but dutifully turned back to the stone.
Kira gasped when she looked into boulder again, she could see herself. Kira's jaw dropped and her eyes widened.
'Is that me?'
In the reflections of the polished stone, Kira watched as a beautiful dog demoness lifted her hand and touched her cheek, at the same time, Kira felt herself make the same movement.
"HOLY KAMI!"
Hana giggled and took Kira by the elbow.
"Come now lady Kira, time to go back to your room."
Kira nodded, too awestruck to know exactly what she was agreeing to, but allowed herself to be pulled away from her reflection without – much - complaint.
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As the two women walked through the halls of Sesshomaru's castle, Kira thought of another question she wanted to ask the little mouse youkai.
"Hey Hana-san?"
Hana stopped walking and turned around to look at Kira. "Yes Kira-sama?"
"Where are my other clothes? You know, the one's I arrived here in?"
"Oh," said Hana in understanding, beginning to walk forward once again. "Your clothes are being washed and mended."
Kira nodded even though Hana couldn't see the gesture, and they finished the long journey back to Kira's room in silence.
Hana stopped at Kira's bedroom door, and turned to look at the younger inu-youkai.
"Hopefully I will be able to see you again soon lady Kira. Take care." With that, Hana bowed to Kira and turned to go back to her room somewhere in the depths of the castle. Kira smiled as the woman began humming to herself and was sad to see her leaving.
"Hana-san?"
Hana turned to look at Kira once again, her expression curious.
Kira hesitated a bit, but smiled gratefully and nodded her head.
"Thank you."
Hana smiled hugely and bowed once again before disappearing around a corner at the end of the hall.
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Third chapter finished...(insert massive sigh here)...it's about damn time too. My schedule has been absolutely INSANE!I knowI promisedI would have this up by the 16th, which was like, two weeks ago, but my little brother was born and couldn't be released from the hospital because of 'complications', soI was at the hospital during all of my free time, so please excuse my lack of updates,I didn't exactly have the time to write, let alone do any of my hmwk. (sigh) Oh well, all is good at the moment, thus the next chapter...hope you enjoyed, and I'll get the fourth chapter up as soon asI can, no promised dates though, never know what might come up...however, I can promise it will be posted by April. lol.I would also like to mention that in this story, Sesshomaru has both of his arms, don't ask me why, it was just easier.
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