Yeah, I went to a funeral today, so my manic-depressive attitude towards life hasn't gotten any better, but I shall still continue to write these chapters out, just for something to do I guess.

Disclaimer: If Inuyasha was really mine, he and Miroku would be lovers and Sangho would get her poor brother back. I do own Michiko, even if she's ditzy, the llamas in chapter 14 of when in the road, my cell phone, my blinkie pen, and my ps2.

So don't sue me, I do tend to bite.

So here it is, chapter 6, wow! 6 chapters already!

Enjoy.

Sesshomaru hadn't expected the blow, he'd gotten ahead of himself, again. He had stopped to survey the battle, carelessly watching when he felt the scorpion's tail hit him hard in the back, sending him flying, expelling all of the air from his lungs. He hit the ground hard, skidding a few feet to a stop. He was conscious, but he couldn't move, could sense what was happening, knowing that he should get up, but it was all so fuzzy. The ground shook as the giant scorpion came to stand over him.

/MOVE! MOVE DAMN IT/

A gasp escaped from between his lips as the scorpion picked him up. He felt like a doll, limp and lifeless. The scorpion deftly threw him into the air, playing with his catch. The wind ripped through his hair as his momentum slowed then he slowly began to fall again. He forced his eyes open to the bright light as he fell, seeing nothing but the clouds, before the scorpion caught him again with a sickening crunch as he felt three ribs give way to the pressure. Struggling to reach his sword, the hilt only an inch from his fingers, he felt the demon begin to tighten its grip.

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Michiko rushed through the battlefield, jumping over corpses and carcasses, knowing that if she spared them a glance, then she wouldn't be able to go on. The demon was right in front of her now; the beast was by far the biggest thing she had ever seen. Pulling her sword around she took a leap, her sword above her head. She brought it down onto the leg of the creature, cutting it deeply as she lodged her sword farther into its armored skin. Michiko looked up as her sword began to smoke and the demon's blood started to melt the metal, to meet the scorpion's glare. She saw the hit coming as she struggled to withdraw her sword from its leg. The giant claw hit her hard in the side, sending her flying a few feet away to land next to the body of another soldier, her sword still stuck in the giant insects body.

XX

Sesshomaru had heard the girl cry as she was flung to the side, it was all the distraction he needed as the scorpion loosed its grip as his fingers grasped the hilt of his sword. His eyes flashed angrily as the scorpion turned again to him, its tail drawing to his neck, dripping yellow poison from the stinger. Sesshomaru bared his teeth, growling as he slowly forced his arms from his side, prying the claw apart. He brought his sword up swiftly with all of his strength, slicing through the pincer in a clean cut, its yellow green blood spraying out of the gaping wound as Sesshomaru dropped to the ground in a crouch before the scorpion king, its severed claw landing beside him. His eyes flashed an angry red as he shot under the body of the scorpion, slicing its abdomen open. The giant insect hissed angrily as it spun around to face the dog prince again before flying at him. Sesshomaru leap into the air, bringing his sword down on the demon's body, completely severing it in half. As the body fell before him he stepped back from the wave of noxious blood, covering his nose from the fumes. The body writhed on the ground, hissing as it's tail and head moved at different intervals. He walked over to the head, its glassy eyes already fading over, and buried his sword into the top.

XX

Michiko struggled awake to the sound of cheering. She opened her eyes blearily to see the soldiers all crowded around Sesshomaru, there were only a few, maybe 20, soldiers left of the army of several hundred. She looked at her surroundings and screamed as she realized what she was leaning against was the body of one of the soldiers. She scrambled up from the ground quickly just as Sesshomaru began to make his way toward her. He had a bloody rip in his kimono going down the right side of his chest and torso, a jagged wound showing through the material. He tossed her sword at her feet as he glared at her. "Did I not tell you to stay put." He said, his voice icier than before, his golden eyes glaring down at her. Never before had she felt so short, he was nearly a foot and a half taller than her. /….told me to stay…./ Her temper flared quickly. "Told me to stay put? That's the thanks I get for trying to help you? I was at least expecting something more along the lines of good work or thank you Michiko, for without you, I would surely be dead by now!" She practically shouted at him angrily.

XX

Sesshomaru blinked. No one ever spoke to him that way. Not even his father had dared to raise his voice to him, now this human girl was shouting. "Watch your tongue or else I'll cut it out." Sesshomaru said coldly, watching with morbid amusement as the girl calmed down, or at least held her mouth in check momentarily. He was angry that he had to be saved from his own carelessness and more so that the one to come to his aid had been this girl. /She's stronger than any normal human….she's either brave or incredibly stupid. Half of the men I have lost ran away from fear. Not that it matters, the demons in the woods have picked them off by now./ He smiled at the thought.

He looked her over once as he made up his mind. "You….girl.-"

"I have a name, its Michiko!"

Sesshomaru glared warningly at her, silencing her voice. "I have excellent news. I'm not going to kill you. Instead, you're going to stay here and train my soldiers for me." He nearly laughed as he saw all of the color drain from her face/oh yes, this will be an entertaining war./

Yup, still bad, but what ever, now I only have a few more bad, boring chapters left before I can get to the fun ones. Then they'll be a lot better, I hope.

So, send me reviews, I know my stories not the worst out there, so don't soak me in gasoline and light a match, thoughtful criticism is always best.

-Tani