Ok, now that I'm feeling a little bit better, I think that I can safely continue without sending my story to crash and burn like a German Zeppelin.

Keehee….flames!

Ok, the disclaimer: I don't own it ok, if I did, do you honestly think that I would live right beside the fucking ghetto? I own my little Michiko and I don't care what any of you say, my bishie is Lord Sesshomaru, and only I can have him. Rumiko just gets her name branded on his skin. T.T. So there.

Now don't go suing me or reporting me for that because that would probably be the last thing that I needed to send me over the edge. I'm now 16 and so I can still be tried as a minor, so ha.

Finally, Lucky 7! W00t!

Child of Memories

Sesshomaru turned with a satisfied nod and began to walk off. "Hey!" Michiko yelled, quickly picking up her sword and running to catch up to him. What the hell do you mean train your soldiers? What soldiers? How can you expect me to know what to do with them?" She shouted, catching up to him, still jogging to keep up with his long strides. "I have no clue how to train an army!" Sesshomaru stopped and glared down at her.

"I mean exactly what I say, you are to train them. I care not how you do it, but I expect it to be done. More soldiers will be arriving soon from the norther land, demon and human alike, and they will all be put under your supervision." He stated it all in his calm voice, devoid of any kind of emotion.

"But I can't train an army!" Michiko cried exasperatedly.

"Do it, or you and all of the people here will perish." Sesshomaru said, cutting her off before she could continue. "Henta, Gengi, take her and keep her occupied. Find her some proper attire and make an attempt to find something of worth in this peasant."

"Yes sir!" the two soldiers saluted as Sesshomaru swiftly turned and strode down the lane that was being cleared of bodies. Michiko tried to follow, but each of her arms were caught at the elbow, one by each of the soldiers. She looked up at them both, the burly one, Henta, had her right arm in his huge fist, his whole hand enclosing around her small limb. The other, the one to her left, had the strange eerie glow that Lord Sesshomaru had. His pointed ears and long brown hair testified that he was a demon. She gulped as they turned her, or rather, drug her around to face the opposite direction. What exactly had he meant by "keep her occupied"….She hoped it wasn't what she was thinking.

/I'm gonna die/ she wailed in here mind. /They're going to find me naked in a ditch beside the road and I'll end up being buried in a nameless pauper's grave! Just like Gran side it would happen/ Her mind raced around frantically for a way out of this situation, searching for anything that could be of use.

/Rake….no, Scythe maybe…..Scythe ten feet away….definitely not….Sword…too obvious…../

XX

Hours later, Michiko came out of the ten, fully clothed in "proper" battle attire and smelling strongly of soap. It had been far more dignified that she had dared to hope in the beginning….if you called being repeatedly dunked into boiling hot water and scrubbed raw by an old crone who obviously had some kind of grudge against either her or the soap could be called dignified. She re-adjusted the outfit as she walked out of the hut, it was a deep red, crimson color on the right shoulder, a dark amber gold on the left, and tied together by a golden sash. It fit all too well in all of the wrong places as far as she was concerned as she pulled at the sash despairingly. Gengi and Henta were outside of the door waiting for her with their lances at attention. They obviously hadn't trusted her enough to be left alone. They saluted as she walked out, causing her to glare at Gengi with more of an attitude than she possessed earlier that day. "Don't do that." She said, annoyed by the simple action. When they didn't leave, she turned to Gengi. "Well, wadda ya want?" She asked with contempt.

Gengi saluted again before replying, "Lord Sesshomaru wishes to see you once you've been properly dressed and composed."

/Meaning he wants to see me immediately…./

Michiko sighed heavily before, "Fine take me to him." She let Henta lead the way to a large pavilion in the center of the field. /He spares no expense apparently….how long was I in the bath/

Michiko walked in through the entrance, pushing aside the flap hastily and stepping in. She stopped abruptly as she caught sight of Lord Sesshomaru. He was standing in the middle of the floor, arms spread apart in nothing but the questionable remainder of his pants as a surgeon addressed his wound. It had obviously been neglected thus far for the blood was still dried around it. It was a deep wound that made her feel somewhat queasy. The bruising went up all along the right side of his chest and a small portion of his left. Michiko cast her eyes about the room, looking anywhere but at the obviously under-dressed demon, blushing despite herself when she couldn't help but take notice of his well-muscled body.

"You have some broken ribs and a few minor cuts and bruises, but nothing to really worry about." The doctor said, wrapping a heavy bandage around his chest. "It should be fully healed within no time." He said, tying off the bandage and straightening up, gathering his medical bag. He passed Michiko on the way out, nearly bumping into her, she didn't notice. She was too busy looking at everything….anything but Him.

"What are you looking at?" she heard from his general direction.

/Damn him./

Heh, so now that its midnight, I think I'll post this tomorrow before my lacrosse game. I hope this was better than the last two or four chapters or so.

Please review, you know I like….love the encouragement.

-Tani