Timmain's eyes snapped open and she sat up suddenly taking in her surroundings. She was dressed in a robe and had been lying down on a soft futon with a warm quilt over her. She felt her stomach then pushing back the quilt, reached for her leg that had been broken. Her body was completely healed. She looked around the room she was in and found Sesshomaru standing over her as he sheathed his sword.

"How long have I been here?" Timmain asked looking up at him.

"A couple of hours," he answered as he set aside his two swords next to the futon Timmain had been sleeping and kneeled beside her.

"Did you heal me?" Timmain wondered knowing her own body would have taken longer to heal than just a couple of hours.

"Yes," he answered simply.

She smiled as she looked down at the two swords he had set aside.

"You didn't play fair with me," she pointed out as she looked back at Sesshomaru.

"How so?"

"You used this sword when we fought but not when you were fighting Naraku," she said as she lifted one of his swords.

"So you noticed," he said watching her.

Timmain nodded smiling as she examined the sword.

"I intended to kill Naraku, not you," he explained.

"I can see that now. Tell me about this sword," Timmain said as she handed the sword she had picked up to Sesshomaru.

"It's called Tensaiga. It was made from my Father's fang. It has the ability to bring back those from the dead and heal," he told her as he took the sword from her hands and unsheathed it. He regarded the sword with a cold indifference but something in his eyes made Timmain think it was only a show.

"It's a beautiful sword," Timmain commented. She could feel the pulsating power of the weapon and wondered what it would feel like to wield such a sword. "What about the other one?"

"Tokijin," Sesshomaru said snapping the Tensaiga back into the sheath. "Created from the remains of a demon with the soul purpose to destroy," he explained as he picked up the other sword and pointed the hilt toward Timmain.

Timmain hesitantly wrapped her hand around the offered hilt and gently removed the sword. Tensaiga had held her in awe but Tokijin intimidated her and she was a little reluctant to hold it. The power emanating from it was strong but she could feel how it hungered for blood. But she couldn't help but marvel at how well balanced and light the deadly blade was. She felt awkward and clumsy hold such a sleek weapon, which was not as brutish as her own two swords that she carried.

"Did you name them?" Timmain asked handing back Tokijin.

"Just Tokijin," Sesshomaru answered putting the blade away.

"Why do you name them?"

"Because they are their own beings. They contain their own individual strengths and weaknesses. What about yours?"

"No, they have no power on their own. They are only a conductor of my power when I focus my strength into them. It comes in handy in a pinch but it leaves me weak," Timmain explained.

"I noticed," Sesshomaru smirked.

"I still beat him," Timmain pointed out.

"You were still too slow," Sesshomaru pointed back.

"I knew you would say that," Timmain said looking him in the eye. She suddenly began to feel nervous and anxious being so close to him and she looked away shyly.

"Did you expect a compliment for your lack of swordsmanship?" Sesshomaru said softly as he leaned in close to Timmain.

Timmain felt her pulse quicken as she looked back at him. She brought her hand up and ran a finger along one of the stripes that ran along his cheekbone. She wondered if she only felt this way about him because he was a demon. If she was curious about what it would be like to be with a demon. He made her feel calm and at peace yet at the same time her heart ached for him. She wanted to be near him but part of her still rejected the idea. Her emotions were in such turmoil when she was near him yet no man had ever made her feel like this though. But he is not a man, she reminded herself.

"I supposed that's just one of my weaknesses," Timmain said softly looking deep into his eyes still wondering if she should be letting her heart take over.

"One of many," he teased as he got closer.

"And you have no weaknesses?" Timmain asked defensively.

"You," Sesshomaru answered softly.

Timmain wasn't exactly sure how to take that comment. She wondered if it was for the same reasons she thought about him. That it was against their very nature. He to hate humans and her to hate demons. Yet here they were together, a human and a demon. She guessed he would probably be considered a weakness for her.

But what does it matter, she thought. I will be leaving and this will all be a memory soon. She searched his eyes wondering when she should tell him or if he already knew she would be leaving back to her own country. She stopped wondering, however, when Sesshomaru leaned in closer and gently kissed her.

The kiss was hesitant at first as if to give the other a chance to break away and declare it a mistake. But neither one broke the kiss and so it became more intense and Timmain found herself being guided back down to the futon.

Timmain enjoyed the warmth of his body near hers. It felt right but it also felt wrong at the same time. A sense of urgency suddenly overcame her and she quickly pulled away from Sesshomaru.

"I need to be alone," Timmain heard her self say to him. She didn't know where the words came from. She didn't remember thinking them but after hearing it spoken out loud the words felt right.

"As you wish," he said as he got up. Retrieving his weapons he headed for the door. Timmain sat up watching him. She could tell he wasn't offended by her sudden need to be alone but she thought she saw what might have been disappointment behind his eyes.

"You are free to stay here as long as you wish. The masters of this house have been instructed to provide you with whatever you need or want," Sesshomaru said with his back to her. He looked over his shoulder at Timmain before leaving.

"Thank you," Timmain said as she watched him leave.