Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or it's characters, that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor do I own One Piece or it's characters, that right belongs to Eiichiro Oda.
She trudged through the hallways of the submarine. It had been only a week since they'd left the port. Each day had been rather fun and intriguing to her. She was exploring the vessel at her leisure, learning the crew, their quirks, and finding her place amongst them. Of course, her favorite place had to be the kitchen, no galley. She and the cook had hit it off very well. After she took a taste test of what he was making and then suggested changing the salt for Paprika, as it was a healthier substitute for the substance.
Smiling as she turned down one hallway, heading back towards the holding area. It had become a game for her to explore the crates and barrels in the room. It was all the supplies they'd need before having to restock. And not ironically, on a ship full of men, was not organized. It was also where she could find Sehomaru when he wanted to be alone. Which was what she was after at this current moment.
Her eyes lowered as she walked to the end of the metal hall, her bare feet not making a sound as she slipped into the large room. Placing her hand on the wall, she began to wander through everything. Her fingers were brushing against various things and getting odd feelings from a few of them.
Opening her mouth and yawning, Kagome felt a small wave of dizziness as she passed by a huge crate. Vision blurring as she stopped to stare at it, curious about how she hadn't noticed this on her prior visits. Tilting her head to the side, her stomach starting to churn and cramp as she doubled over, vision going black around the edges.
Knowing she should be feeling panic, but wasn't Kagome let her body fall towards the metal floor. She was throwing out a low mental cry for help for Sehomaru. Who she knew was somewhere in this room. Hoping he'd find her as she slipped into the welcoming darkness of her mind.
He looked up as a crewmember stepped into the bridge. The man's eyes were wide and bright, face flushed, with lips pressed into a grim line. The moment he met the man's eyes, he cursed under his breath. He didn't need to ask what had the man like that, he knew.
It had been a week since they'd left the port, and the girl had caused a shift in his small crew already. Not that she had done anything outwards to mock him, or cause a mutiny. No, the damned bitch just had that same personality quirk as the leader of the Mugiwara Pirates, Luffy. She drew people to her. She was making them want to befriend her.
And now, without a doubt, his crew would defend her, and she was clueless about it.
"What happened to the girl?" he asked, keeping his voice low and calm.
The man visibly swallowed his nerves as he stood erect and spoke in a clear voice, "She was passed out and her... animal companion was carrying her on his back. Her face was contorted in pain."
Hissing, Law went back to looking out over the bridge, deciding if he even wanted to go find out what happened to the girl. He knew that the mutt was very protective of the dumb girl. Meaning he'd not let just anyone near her. Finally, allowing a small resigned sigh escape from his lips, Law turned and looked back at his crewman.
"Where did they go? Or did you not bother to follow them?" He asked, letting his annoyance at the whole situation show on his face.
The man quickly stuttered out under his intense gaze, that he had followed them, and they were in their quarters they shared with Bepo. Then with a tilt of his head, Law dismissed the man, who turned and marched, a bit too quickly, from the room. Only to one more look over the crewmembers that were on the bridge with him — noting that they were all looking at him.
"What!" he snapped at them.
When all they did was lower their heads and return to their task, he tsked. Giving a single word command to his first mate, Law took his leave and heading towards the room where the girl was at now with her mutt. Not happy at all. This was why he never took passengers on his submarine; it disturbed the routine and caused problems — leaving him in a nasty mood.
Upon reaching the room, he noted the door was ajar, and soft whimpering was coming from inside and not bothering with knocking since the girl was unconscious, and the dog didn't talk. Bepo was on the bridge for his shift; he pushed the door open and stepped in. There on the pile of spare blankets was Kagome. Her body curled in on itself.
The fact he could see her face was paler than usual, a sheen of sweat beading on her brow as her black hair clung to her damp skin had him curious. Slowly he walked closer, crouching down when she was at arm's length. Quickly he noted her eyes were squeezed shut; her arms were around her stomach. He is indicating where she was hurting. Snorting Law watched her for a few minutes when he heard that soft whimper again.
Raising an eyebrow, he smiled darkly. It sounded like a puppy after it had been kicked. Which was befitting Kagome, she did hang out with an overly large mutt and was a bitch. Reaching out, Law wanted to gauge what her temperature was only to stiffen as a pale, exceptionally strong hand grasped his wrist painfully. The nails on that hand were long and pointed like claws and biting into his flesh.
"It'd be wise human not to touch her," came a low, deep rumbling voice that held what could only be contempt.
Tilting his head up, Law met a pair of golden-amber eyes with distinctively slitted pupils glaring down at him. He didn't have to be told to continue a death sentence. Slowly he moved his hand back towards his person, glad when that pale hand let go of him. Already his flesh was bruising, what little was visible to his eye from under his long-sleeved shirt.
"I do not remember allowing someone like you on my ship, explain," Law said as he stayed where he was crouched.
His eyes tracking the man, because that was what he was looking at, as he walked around him and sat beside the girl. That same clawed hand was reaching out and smoothing black hair from Kagome's face and being thoroughly ignored.
"I would think that you should know who I am. I have been here the whole time. You are arrogant, but I did not take you as an idiot human," the man spoke, his mouth twitching in dark humor.
Law took a moment to look at the silver-haired male whose eyes were trained on the girl on the floor — noting that the pale skin almost blended in with his hair — on his forehead as a purplish crescent moon, centered right above the eyebrows. On his cheeks were the same purplish color, thin curving stripes. But there was something he was missing, something that was so simple.
Looking around the room, Law realized what it was as he looked at the man. "You're the mutt," he stated as if it was a well-known fact.
Earning a soft 'hn' in response as those cold eyes looked up at him and causing him to feel as if he was the smallest and most insignificant person alive. A feeling he didn't like.
"There is your answer, humans," the man, Sehomaru said. "And this Sehomaru is not a mutt. I am of pure demon blood. And while I am Inu, that does not make me a common pet. It is insulting."
Lowering himself the rest of the way to the floor, Law looked at Sehomaru. His brain was processing what he said. The claims that he was a demon, a 'dog' demon at that. But demons were creatures of myths and legends. Narrowing his eyes as he thought about all the information he'd learned over the week from Kagome, Law had to ask what popped into his mind.
"But are not demon's and Miko's natural enemies? Yet you serve her?" he did his best not to sound snide, but it was valid from what he learned.
"You are not wrong, Human," Sehomaru said as he leaned forward and rolled Kagome towards him and into his lap. "But she is different. Very different with a heavy burden to bear. My esteemed father, even he was not immune to her. I chose to be her companion and guard her."
Raising both eyebrows, Law rested an elbow on a knee, and his chin in his now propped up hand. "I see..." he said, drawing out the last word.
This was going to be something he discussed with Kagome in their little Q & A session.
"What is wrong with her?" Law asked, changing the subject as he watched Sehomaru rub at her lower back.
"She is female, it is her time," Sehomaru said, his lip curling as he narrowed his eyes at Law as if he was a viable threat.
Law, not understanding what he was implying, just looked bored back at him — letting his silence speak for him.
"You are male... human, of course, ignorance," he said, his tone scathing and mocking, rankling Law, "She bleeds. I do not like that she is going to be in here with the bear. Any of our descent would take it as an invitation."
Law felt his eyes widen in shock as it sunk in. Mentally he noted that this was something he had not thought about. Kagome being a woman meant she went through a hormonal change like all women.
"Doesn't that mean you too are going to take that as an invitation? Or are you already her lover?" he asked, smiling darkly at the man before him.
The bark of laughter that he got in response had him sitting up straight and looking at Sehomaru.
"No, this Sehomaru is above that. And no, Kagome is pure, untouched in the truest sense. I will protect her from you and the others. Though you humans will do nothing as you are weaker and lesser beings," Sehomaru said.
Grunting Law stood up and muttered he would have Bepo stay in his cabin for the next few days and took his leave. Though Law wondered why Kagome would pass out from getting her monthly cycle. It would be at a later date to ask, under the pretense of examining her body, while making her divulge all information on her companion. There was a lot she hadn't told him before binding him to a contract signed in blood.
TBC!