Dark as Day
Chapter Six
Kamen fiddled with the last thing she was supposed to give him, her head tilted downwards as if she were afraid to meet his eyes, even if their gaze would be screened through the high-tech glasses she wore on her head constantly.
He tapped his foot impatiently. "Well, are you going to give it to me, or not?"
Kamen sighed and moved forward. Standing before him, she presented what looked like a dinky necklace made by a small grade-schooler. His brow furrowed and he snorted.
"What the hell is this?"
"A rosary," she said slowly, as if expecting him to determine what it was exactly from those two words. When Inuyasha's expression didn't change from the opaque stare, Kamen sighed once again. "It's a requirement for all demons that work for us to wear this rosary."
"What's it do?" Inuyasha's eyes narrowed as suspicions began to creep up his spine.
"It let's us keep track of you, there's a homing device within it. It's to make sure that… the demons aren't double agents or planning on betraying us," Kamen stated matter-of-factly. Inuyasha nodded his head. It didn't seem too bad. True, he didn't like the idea of being branded like some cattle, but it was either that or death. And he much preferred the former.
"It also binds you to your partner," Kamen said softly. Inuyasha's ears perked up and his eyebrows slammed downward in his classic scowl. She made to put it around his neck but he quickly sidestepped her.
"What do you mean bind me?" he asked skeptically.
Kamen frowned thoughtfully. "It means that I can subdue you should you try to kill me."
Oh yes, Inuyasha certainly did not like this.
"Oh, hell no," Inuyasha snarled. He would not be collared like some animal, at mercy to every whim this woman could have. "You're not going to put that thing around my neck."
Kamen sighed again, for the umpteenth time. "Please don't make this more difficult than it has to be, Sha."
"I will not be treated like some damned wild animal." In hindsight, Inuyasha realized that he had been acting like a wild animal ever since his transformation, but this was neither the time nor the place to be thinking of such things.
Kamen nimbly jumped towards him, poised to throw the beads over his neck, but he, too, dashed aside, pushing off the ground and sailing backwards until his back collided with the wall. He growled darkly at her as she approached and he bent his knees, ready to dart should she come too close.
Kamen, too, was growing annoyed. Her lips were twisted into a grim frown and her muscles were tense. She was preparing to overpower him as best she could. He may be able to overpower her in strength, but she would surely win with fluidity and gracefulness.
As she dove towards him, he leapt away, the rosary nearly slipping over his foot in the progress.
"Stop jumping around!" she demanded, her voice rising. Inuyasha chuckled.
"Hell no."
She snarled again and he could see her eyebrows furrow in frustration. Inuyasha couldn't seem to wipe the smile off his lips. Aggravating the otherwise collected huntress was proving to be far more fun than he'd originally anticipated.
Their dodging game continued on for several minutes, filled with delight on Inuyasha's part and frustration on the taijiya's part. It seemed that Kamen's stamina was wearing down, due to the fact that she was a human, and Inuyasha would win the game of cat and mouse.
"Give up?" Inuyasha taunted, his lips drawing upwards in a wide smirk. One dark eyebrow cocked towards his hairline and he awaited a witty comeback from the demon exterminator, or just a sign of defeat (though he wasn't expecting that any time soon).
"No," she snapped outwards and stomped her foot down in a display for a very childish mannerism. He chuckled at the sigh of a sophisticated and deadly huntress acting like a child. "Get over here, now."
He snorted, his smirk never leaving.
She ran her hand through her hair, tugging at her high pony tail irritably. She had lost her last ounce of patience, evidentially, much to Inuyasha's enjoyment.
"I didn't want to do this…" Kamen sighed deeply. Inuyasha's eyebrows arched as she reached to her small shoulder protector. Slipping it off her shoulder, she pulled out a small gas pellet.
Inuyasha realized what she was doing just as she threw it to the ground and slipped on her gas mask. Purple smoke filled the room and Inuyasha started hacking. His vision grew blurry and he dove forward, grasping his own gas mask and slipping it over his face. His eyes burned and he felt his eyes tearing up.
He continued to hack, and, through the dark mist that shrouded the room, Kamen dissolved into the smoke. Inuyasha wiped his head around. Without a scent, he couldn't pick her out through the smoke, and his blurry vision prevented him from seeing her.
Suddenly, he felt a pulse of magic and a weight around his neck. He whipped around in time to see Kamen, complete with her gasmask, pull her hands away. The rosary around his neck glowed brightly before resting limply against his chest.
They stood silently until the smoke cleared. Pulling down her gasmask, he saw her lips drawn down in a frown.
"I'm sorry," was the first thing she said. Inuyasha snorted. "The next command I say will bind you to me."
Inuyasha nodded his head, succumbing to his fate. There was no use fighting against it now. She'd obtained the upper hand. But he wasn't going to go down like a pathetic mongrel. No sir.
"So do it already," he snarled out and lifted his nose in a rather disgruntled way. He crossed his arms and smirked down at her, his golden eyes glowing. "What are you going to do, tell me to roll over?"
He saw her stiffen and her lips purse. He could almost imagine her eyes flashing with anger.
"Sit," she said calmly.
Inuyasha slammed to the ground, much to the surprise of both people. Kamen had expected just that—a sit. Inuyasha hadn't expected anything quite like what had just happened. It was rather degrading and humiliating.
Well, drat.
"Now then," Sango said calmly as she paced around the room. Kamen and Inuyasha sat, watching her movement. "Kamen knows of the situation, but we need to get things cleared up with you, Sha."
"Fine, shoot," Inuyasha said, lacking any bite in his bark. He just wasn't in the mood to resist anymore. That, and he had a killer headache from the stupid gas pellets Kamen had unleashed on his poor, unsuspecting demon nose.
"For centuries humans and demons have been in a struggle against the dominate species. Though humans outnumber the demons by a substantial amount, the demons' superior powers can easily knock down humans tenfold to what we can."
Inuyasha nodded his head. He knew about the struggle. He knew about the odds. He knew everything about protecting himself against demons, what their powers were, what hanyou were, and what humans could do to stop them. He knew everything the media had ever said about the struggle and he knew everything he'd ever learned in his classes during junior high and high school. He knew.
"We've discovered that Naraku is the Ringleader. The media has not recognized the Ringleader as Naraku yet because we do not associate ourselves with the media. That is why we are considered an urban myth. My family has been in the exterminator business for centuries, ever since the first demon and human crossed swords." Sango paused and Kamen nodded her head in agreement. Inuyasha jerked his head.
"As an exterminator, you will not reveal yourself to anyone. That includes your family and friends. You mustn't tell a soul. You are to remain allusive to your exterminator persona."
"How can I keep it hidden with this jangling around my neck?" Inuyasha snapped out, tugging on the rosary. It pulsed and glowed, taking Inuyasha's tug as a sign of him trying to snap it off.
"It has linked to your demon blood. It will only respond to that. Miroku has informed me that you have a concealment spell. As long as you wear that, the rosary will not be visible," Sango soothed gently, waving her hand in a dismissing matter. "But, you mustn't tell a soul of your identity. Do I make myself clear, Sha?"
"Yes," Inuyasha said with a nod of his head, his eyebrows slanting downwards. He wouldn't be able to tell his mother why he'd suddenly disappeared for the last couple of days. Hopefully she'd understand. Probably not, though. His mother was crazy.
"Our job is to capture the demons and destroy them, or make them join. You are not the only demon with the hunters, Sha," Sango continued. "If you run into any demon that smells like Naraku, I know you have his scent, you are to capture him alive and return him to the headquarters. He will be taken from you there and interrogated. Our main goal is to find Naraku's hiding place and take him down."
Kamen and Sha nodded in unison.
"It is extremely important that you take this seriously, Sha," Sango said, her eyes narrowing. "One wrong move and you could kill someone. Accidents happen. You are unprepared for the field as of now, which is why we've set up a training program for you. It will last one week…"
"I'm not open every day…" Inuyasha said uncertainly.
Sango smiled. "We did a background check, Sha, using your DNA." Inuyasha flared up. Sango knew his identify? She must have recognized the look on his face. "Do not fear, Sha. All our exterminators have aliases that are disclosed information. It's only seen by Hiro, Dr. Miroku, and me. No one will know who you truly are. In any case, we've done background checks. When you are summoned to the headquarters, your devise will sound. It's trained to an ultrasonic frequency that only demons can here, we've made sure."
Inuyasha nodded his head uncertainly. He was starting to grow incredibly uneasy.
"Finally, we have one piece of equipment to give you, Sha," Sango said gently. Inuyasha's ears perked up. "Every slayer has it strapped to their hip, right beneath the uniform in the area where we tie the knot of our sash."
"Okay…"
Sango revealed a small, circular object about the size of a golf ball. Inuyasha's eyebrows arched.
"It's very powerful and only activates on voice command," Sango explained and handed it to him. It was weightless in Inuyasha's hand. "You are to never use it. Ever. It's extremely dangerous and would kill you in the wake. Only use it if there is absolutely no other way. Do I make myself clear?"
" Crystal," Inuyasha said with a roll of his eyes, examining the golf ball.
Sango spent the rest of the day giving him the lowdown on how to enter the headquarters, what his training would consist of, what he'd be responsible for, what his salary would be (he was surprised to learn he'd be paid), and how to properly work with his partner, Kamen. Kamen listed too, nodding along with Sango. She'd heard all the information before.
He went home that night, his exterminator outfit hidden beneath his normal clothes. As he entered his apartment, he saw the red button flashing on his answering machine, proving that his mother had indeed noticed his absence.
The first message was from his boss, wondering where he was. The second one was from his other boss. The third was a warning from his second boss saying that if he didn't clock in when he was required to clock in, he'd be fired. The last two were from his mother.
Sighing, he dropped his hand through his hair and picked up the phone. He spent a good, long fifteen minutes listening to his mother rant about disappearing and not telling her where he'd gone. He made up an excuse that he'd gotten sidetracked while jumping around outside the city.
It wasn't that he hadn't lied before, but not telling his mother about his new job was making him unnerved. But, he'd made a promised and no matter how much he despised this position he was in and his new job, he would not betray his word.
"Hello," Kagome greeted when he sat down in his class a couple days later. She smiled brightly at him, her blue eyes reflecting the warm sunshine outside the window. Inuyasha returned the smile and rubbed the back of his head nervously. He always felt shy around her, but yet, there was a sense of familiarity to it.
He'd spent the last few days training at the headquarters and he was extremely tuckered out. His body was covered in bruises, his legs screamed whenever he walked or climbed up and down stairs, and he was tired. He thanked his lucky stars for his demon blood being able to heal him so quickly. He actually felt sympathy for any humans who had to endure such torture for the sake of training.
"Ouch," Kagome's voice interrupted his thoughts as she pointed to a large, purple bruise on his hand. He quickly snatched his hand away and covered it up with his other hand. Kagome looked concerned.
"I… uh… bashed my hand against the doorframe," Inuyasha said quickly, his cheeks turning pink. Why was he such a loser around her? And what's worse, he was making himself out to be a loser. He cursed himself silently and hid his hand by pulling his long sleeve over his hand.
Kagome frowned. "How did you manage that?"
"It was dark…?" Inuyasha offered hesitantly.
Kagome's blue eyes sparkled and she laughed, taking what he said as a joke. Inuyasha felt like a loser, but offered her a smile anyway. He watched the emotions dance in her eyes and found himself captivated by their beauty. The blue orbs locked on him and he quickly looked away, his face bright red.
Why was he such a loser around her? There was just something about her that made him feel inferior to her, like he was just a stupid dweeb. And he didn't like it one bit.
They spent the majority of the class exchanging looks; their eyes locking for a moment before one of them quickly looked away. Why hadn't he noticed before how incredibly cute Kagome was? And not in the physical sense either (he didn't deny that she was adorable), but just in her mannerisms. She was sophisticated but yet, at the same time, slightly goofy. He was glad that he sat beside her.
Class sped by for a change, and with Kagome's helpful notes, Inuyasha figured out what it was that his professor was saying about the Meiji era. He breathed a sigh of relief when the class ended and the class got up and quickly exited the lecture hall. He plucked his backpack from the floor and stuffed his notebook and text into the knapsack before zipping it up. Slinging it over his shoulder, he turned around in time to see Kagome pull on her yellow backpack and tuck her green jacket under her arm. She turned to him and smiled brightly.
They began walking out together. It seemed that there was this connection today and neither felt like disappearing and leaving the seemingly magical experience behind. They walked slowly, leaving the building together and walking across the large campus of Tokyo U.
As they approached the crosswalk where they would have to part ways, they glanced at one another. They stood on that corner for what seemed like ages, watching as the cars whizzed past and the sun hid itself behind a cloud, casting a shadow over the city.
"I'll… see you later, then?" Inuyasha offered, feeling his cheeks still stained pink. He looked down at her.
Tilting her head upwards, she flashed him the largest smile he'd ever seen on her face. "Yeah!"
The light turned red and the crosswalk sign turned green. The two parted their separate ways, glancing over their shoulders as they crossed, not wanting to break the eye contact. They continued walking down their respected crosswalks, Kagome's moving in one direction, and Inuyasha's in the other. Once they crossed, they were on opposite sides of the intersection. She turned around completely, smiled, and waved, before darting around a corner.
Inuyasha waved, but it was too late for her to see.
"This way," Sango gestured with a wave of her hand, leading the uniform-clad half breed down one of the endless hallways. "It's just around the corner."
When he'd reached the headquarters that afternoon, Sango had told him that they'd found something of value for him. Unsure as to what it could possibly be, Inuyasha was far beyond curious. Knowing his luck, though, it would probably end up being another training room. He was sick of training. But he was almost done, Kamen had told him yesterday.
They reached a door and Sango looked down the hall. Seeing that no one was around, she approached the door and placed her hand on a blue pad there. It flashed red for a moment before a strip in the wall slipped open and an optical machine appeared. Clasping onto her head, Inuyasha watched as Sango underwent a retina scan.
Retracting, the light on the door flashed and opened with a loud clang. She turned to Inuyasha with a smile and entered, signaling for him to follow. The door shut behind them and lights flashed on overhead.
They were in what appeared to be a weapon's vault. Thousands of weapons of every kind lined the walls, all different and all more exciting than the last. Inuyasha stared in awe as he saw all the different varieties of weapons.
"Sha," Sango called his name from across the room. With a nimble leap he was next to her. She nodded her head towards the wall full of swords. "There's something here that rightfully belongs to you."
"What do you mean?"
"We did a background check on you, Sha," Sango said gently, her eyes darkening. She leaned over. "Or should I say, Inuyasha?" The halfling narrowed his eyes dangerously. Sango shrugged one shoulder. "Your father disappeared when you were younger, yes?"
"When I was five," he whispered.
Sango nodded. She knew. Of course she knew.
"But what does my dad have to do with anything? He's dead now, he has been for a long time," Inuyasha muttered, crossing his arms. He wished he could stuff his hands into the pockets of his jacket, but of course he was wearing his blasted uniform.
"He was part of the D.E., too," Sango said gently, her voice soothing.
Inuyasha's eyes widened. "My… father? He was an exterminator?"
"One of the greatest there ever was," a man's voice said behind him. Inuyasha whipped around and his breath caught in his throat.
A man, looking identical to him, with long silver hair and blazing golden eyes, stood regally in the center of the weapon's vault. His lips were pursed downwards and the stripes on his cheeks proved his demon blood. Inuyasha's mouth went dry.
For one brief, wild moment, Inuyasha thought that his father was standing there. But it might as well have been a ghost.
"Sesshoumaru?" Inuyasha whispered out, knowing his elder half brother would hear him, anyway.
He saw Sango give a slight bow to the western lord, but the two demons didn't pay her any mind.
After the disappearance of his father, Sesshoumaru hadn't been far behind. He despised Izayoi with a passion and Inuyasha even more so. After the disappearance of their father—the only thing that kept Sesshoumaru in their house—he'd been gone faster than a spare dollar in the Takahashi household.
"What are you doing here?" Inuyasha demanded. His brother too wore the outfit of the taijiya. Though, Sesshoumaru seemed so much more majestic than Inuyasha could ever hope to be. It seemed that no matter where Sesshoumaru was, he managed to drag his pompous attitude along with him.
"I am an exterminator like you, young brother," Sesshoumaru said, his voice a void as Inuyasha often remembered it.
Geez, if he'd known that the surprise Sango had for him would be a blasted family reunion, Inuyasha would have preferred the extra training.
"Sesshoumaru-Sama has been working for us for hundreds of years," Sango said lightly. "My ancestors recruited him along with your father centuries ago."
"You and Dad were… hunters?" Inuyasha whispered, finding that his voice was betraying him.
Sesshoumaru nodded once. "Yes."
"Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't he say anything?" Inuyasha demanded with his fist clenching. It took all of his power not to dive towards Sesshoumaru and beat the living daylights out of his older brother. How dare he betray their family like that?
"We are bound, Sha," Sango prodded gently, "to never speak our identities, Inuyasha. Even to our families. That way, they cannot get involved in our work and we can protect them. Your father… Sesshoumaru… neither could say of their profession… and…"
"After the accident," Sesshoumaru interrupted Sango. "We lost father and countless other exterminators."
"The accident?" Inuyasha squeaked out.
"Involving the struggle. The demons overpowered our forces," Sango filled in. "At the time, we weren't strong enough. They overtook us in guerilla warfare… and we had to surrender."
"At that point," Sesshoumaru supplied, "the demons didn't care. They were merciless."
"So Dad is… gone?" Inuyasha murmured, staring at the ground.
"He's been gone for years now, Sha," Sango patted his shoulder. "I lost my mother in the fight, too."
Inuyasha bit his lip, feeling his golden eyes faze out as he stared at the wall filled with katana. He never got to know his father. He was gone before he even had a chance to know him. It wasn't fair. He was robbed of a father at such a young age, and apparently the D.E. was robbed of a valuable fighter, too.
"But still… how does this apply to me?" Inuyasha asked, feeling his chest puff out. He wouldn't allow Sesshoumaru to see his weakness.
"Father made something for you," Sesshoumaru stated coolly, and Inuyasha could hear the contempt in his voice. Whatever it was that he was about to get was obviously something that Sesshoumaru wanted as well. Inuyasha was excited.
"What?" Inuyasha asked, brightening. "What is it?"
"It's on the wall there," Sango said as she pointed.
In the dead center of the wall was a worn, ancient looking sword. It glinted in the light, its binding ripping and its scabbard dull and unpolished. It looked mediocre compared to the extravagant swords that surrounded it, but Inuyasha didn't care. It was a gift from his father, the only thing he had to remind him—that, and his blood, but he didn't count that.
He reached for it and grasped it. Sparks flew and he gasped in pain before releasing it. A barrier. There was a barrier on his freaking sword? Of course, that was his luck, after all.
"What gives?" Inuyasha demanded, whipping around to face his brother and his captain.
"You think that you can just walk up to one of father's greatest creations and pluck it from the wall like any other pathetic sword?" Sesshoumaru snorted, his golden eyes staring at Inuyasha expressionlessly. "You're foolish."
"Oh, shut up," Inuyasha snapped. "I don't need your stupid put downs after years of absence, you stupid dog." Sesshoumaru's upper lip curled for a fraction of a moment before he composed himself and returned his face to its customary void.
Inuyasha could sense Sango's growing apprehension to the situation at hand. "There's a protective barrier on the Tessaiga in order to protect it from those that it doesn't belong to."
"Then why's it rejecting me?" Inuyasha snapped out. "It was made for me, wasn't it?"
Sesshoumaru made a sound that sounded suspiciously like a snort. Inuyasha glared at him. "You have not earned the right to wield Tessaiga, whelp."
Inuyasha frowned. Well, at least he knew the sword was called Tessaiga. But he'd be damned if he let Sesshoumaru make a fool out of him. He didn't need a stupid sword, but if Sesshoumaru thought it so important then he wanted it. That and it did belong to his father once. He turned his attention back to the sword. His father had made this sword for him.
"What do I have to do then?" Inuyasha directed his question at Sango.
Sango was about to speak when a large blast filled the air, making both of the demon's ears ring. A large red light bulb in the corner of the room started flashing, soon accompanied by a large siren.
Inuyasha heard Sango's communicator bleep. "There's been a breach in sector twelve!" a voice shouted through the ear piece, so loud that the two demons could hear it easily. "Demons."
Sango nodded, despite the fact that the one speaking to her wouldn't see that, and turned to Sesshoumaru. "Go to sector eight and grab the recruits." Sesshoumaru nodded curtly and left the room with a deep stride that aggravated Inuyasha despite the situation. "Sector twelve is in this area," Sango instructed, staring gravely at Inuyasha. "They're on the other side of that wall. That's why we heard the blast. Contact Kamen and tell her to get down here right away."
Inuyasha fiddled with the frequency on his ear piece. "Hey, Wench?" he shouted.
"I'm on my way," Kamen's voice returned, hardened with determination. He heard her pants and knew that she'd already been running towards sector twelve.
"She's coming," he relayed to Sango, who nodded her head and unlatched the large weapon that accompanied her back.
Moments later, Inuyasha smelt the demons approaching and his eyes narrowed. It only took a few seconds before the wall fell to the force of the demons, their red eyes wide and glassy, and their fangs dripping with venom as they entered the weapon vault.
Sango's knees bent and a moment later she went soaring through the air, spinning the large boomerang-like weapon over her head before releasing it at the demons. It flew through the air, spinning like a giant discus, before slamming into the demons and returning.
Sango caught it easily and threw it again.
Inuyasha stood stupidly until a demon came at him. He leapt back and dug his claws into their shoulders and ripping off arms.
"Try to keep them alive!" Sango yelled over her shoulder as she blocked a large fist with her boomerang. Inuyasha nodded his agreement.
The demon he fought against stomped his foot over Inuyasha's body, flattening him against the ground. Clawing at the demon's leg, Inuyasha opened a compartment in his shoulder pad and extracted a tiny little dart. Holding it between his forefinger and his middle finger, Inuyasha whipped his hand out and dug it into the demon's shin. The demon released a small scream before falling backwards, it's head lolling much like his had when Kamen had used darts on him.
Another demon screamed and came hurtling towards Inuyasha only to be stopped by an arrow piercing its neck. The demon stopped in its tracks and turned to see Kamen, standing with a bow poised in front of her, its string still quivering from the release of the arrow. She bowed her head in acknowledgement to Inuyasha and launched another arrow at the demon.
The demon fell easily, its mouth opened and releasing a barbaric noise from its throat. Kamen moved nimbly to Inuyasha. "What did you do to it?"
"Sleeping powder on the tip of the arrows," Kamen explained. "I won't kill unless I absolutely have to. I missed the vitals purposefully. He'll be fine."
Inuyasha nodded and the two partners launched off in separate directions, attacking the demons that came their way. By that time, Sesshoumaru's recruits had come—consisting of demons like himself, though they lacked scents as he now did, too—and were helping the three taijiya.
He heard a small, female yelp and turned around in time to see three demons slam into Kamen, pinning her to the ground and running a claw down her body, releasing the smallest stream of blood. Inuyasha's eyes narrowed and he jumped towards her, his foot poised to knock one out.
They sensed his approach and turned around quickly knocking their spider like arms into his chest. With a large 'oof', the half-breed went flying into the wall of swords, knocking the weapons lose, falling on top of him.
Tessaiga fell into his lap. His eyebrows arched. Well, perhaps for once his bad luck had decided to leave him alone and reward him with his father's sword. This had to be a sign, aside from the back pain.
Standing on shaky legs, he grasped Tessaiga. Instead of being rewarded with an electrical shock, the sword was warm and light in his hand.
He smirked. Yes, luck was finally on his side.
As Kamen struggled against the demons, he drew the Tessaiga from its sheath. He was about to launch into action when he realized a very important factor.
His sword was nothing but a rusty nail. He frowned and stared at the blade. It was chipped, rusty, and didn't appear to have the ability to cut much of anything. His frown deepened as he waved it through the air and didn't feel anything remarkably wonderful.
If this sword was left by his now deceased father, one of the greater demon exterminators, why the heck had the hunters just left it in the weapon vault to rot? The rest of the swords were fine, it was just this one that wasn't seeing better days.
His annoyances towards the sword and his silent moaning about his lack of luck were interrupted, however, when Kamen released one last little gasp of breath before her head lolled to the side.
"Hey, stay away from her!" he shouted out, drawing the attention of the three spider-like demons. He growled at them as he snickered and started creeping towards him. He ran to meet them, his rosary clinking together as he ran and his silver hair flying out behind him.
"Look, the little miko has a pet," one of the spiders snickered as they easily blocked a kick from the half-breed. "And it's a halfling, too, I'd reckon."
Inuyasha snarled, his golden eyes flashing angrily as he tried, in vain, to bring the demons down. The world seemed to stand still as his arm swung out, grasping the hilt of his useless sword.
His blade collided with the demons and, expecting to hear the sound of the blade bouncing off and the spiteful laughter of the demons, Inuyasha was surprised to hear the delicious slice of blade in flesh.
As he drew his sword back and watched the bodies of the three demons fall to the ground, he stared in awe at the large fang he now held in place of the rusty old sword. He stared at it as the rest of the taijiya brought down the rest of the demons, leaving the now destroyed weapon vault in a moment of silence. He stared down at Kamen, who'd roused from her sleep and lifted her head towards him. Her eyebrows rose up towards her hairline in surprise at the sight of the sword.
The entire room stared at his weapon in awe, Inuyasha included.
Well, perhaps his luck wasn't all bad.