Ok, now that you all feel as if I'll never write again, I'm back with another chapter.

I can't help it….I know that I should write, but I can only do it when the fancy strikes….I need help I know…. How am I ever to make it in the world of professional writing? If I can't even finish one story, then how am I ever going to make a deadline?

-despairing-

Disclaimer: I can never tell a lie! I own this story! I am Rumiko Takahashi! And my birthday is February 31, 1990! …. . I'm lying again….aren't I? Oi, I need to work on my skills. I do however own Michiko and this story line, so please don't sue, lawyers make me feel icky.

So, as always, without further adieu, Here is chapter 8, from an omniscient point of view!

Child of Memories

"I….nothing." Michiko grumbled as she was forced to look directly at the demon. "They said you wanted to see me." She stated crossly, a bit of an edge coming to her voice. She knew he was enjoying watching her squirm.

/Bloody Bastard….If he comes near me I swear…./

"Yes, You were brought here to discuss your duties. If you are to train my army, You will be needing far more than that sword by your side." Sesshomaru spared her a passing glance as he made his way to his desk, scooping a letter up from amidst the already visible clutter. "I just received word from Hinagi, my general to the north. He assures me that by this time tomorrow, over 12,000 soldiers will be arriving to help in my cause." He scanned over the letter quickly before dropping it back down onto the table.

"May I see that?" Michiko asked before she could stop herself. "What ever for?" Sesshomaru asked, looking at her curiously. "Women of you status cannot read, so what use is it to you?" He grinned at the statement. "And what, exactly, is my status?" Michiko growled angrily, marching over to the table and briskly picking up the scroll. She scanned over it quickly before looking back up at Sesshomaru. "It says there are to be over 8,000 demons included in this army. How exactly do you expect me to train demons?" Needless to say, Sesshomaru hid his surprise well behind a cool smile. He chuckled as he watched her. "You are to train them to the best of your ability I suppose." "That's not what I asked…." Michiko grumbled as he walked past her.

/He's intentionally being difficult./

"I need to know how you expect me to train an army!" She practically shouted, turning to watch him. The glow from the lamp reflected smoothly off of his pale skin, giving him a soft orange glow. "You demonstrated unusual skill today on the battlefield, you're quick with a sword, even with the hindrance of your weak human extremities, and despite displaying an outright contempt for authority, you showed bravery; an unlike most of your kind who run at the sign of any danger, you at least hide your cowardice well." Sesshomaru said, his eyes calculating as he watched her. He picked up a fresh red hitatare from the side table and began to untie his obi.

Michiko, blushing furiously, quickly turned back around.

/He's not very shy is he/

Sesshomaru chuckled inwardly as he changed his clothes. He could practically feel her blushing all the way across the pavilion. You are to report to the weapons master tomorrow at noon and he will introduce you to the remaining soldiers and generals. There you will be briefed on your duties and escorted around camp. He will be reporting back to me nightly of your progress." Quickly tying his obi around his waist, Sesshomaru walked past her out the door of the pavilion without another word. "Gengi, Henta, escort her to her quarters." "Yes, Lord Sesshomaru!"

Gengi stuck his head back in through the door. "Well, come along then." He said grinning as he disappeared outside. Michiko shook her head despairingly as she walked out into the cool night air. The torches had been lit, lighting the camp nicely. The sun had gone down and the stars had risen since she had walked in. "We're to walk you to your quarters Gener-" "Call me Michiko," she interrupted, "None of this general crap." Burly Henta laughed heartily before bowing. "Alright then, Michiko, we're to escort you to-" Yeah, yeah, I know, my quarters. Well, lets get on with it then." She sighed, walking away from them in the direction she had come on the way there. "Well Michiko, it'll take you awhile to get there going that way." She heard Gengi laughingly say behind her. "For I dare wager that your taking the long way." "Well then I'll take the long way!" Michiko spat out, she hated being laughed at. "I hope you can swim then, because if you keep walking that way, your going to hit the ocean and then the continent before you get back." Michiko stopped dead. Turning slowly, she marched back to Henta and Gengi, all but consumed in fire. "Bloodybastardslaughingatmewhothehelldotheythinktheyare" She muttered, stalking past them. She stopped a few feet in front. "Well aren't you going to lead the way?" She called out angrily over her shoulder. Gengi just shook his head smiling as he jogged to catch up to her. "Henta, you go on ahead and turn in, it's going to be a long day tomorrow." He said waving over his shoulder as he caught up with Michiko.

As they walked, Michiko began to calm down; her anger wasn't quite directed at Gengi in the first place. "So, your names Gengi, correct?" she said, glancing over at him. "Yes, Gengi the Magnificent to be more precise, or rather, Gengi the Wise, Gengi the Brilliant, Gengi the –" "Gengi the lord of putting on airs." A passing foot soldier laughed. "Gengi, you can barely handle that lance you've got now, let alone have a reputation for being magnificent yet." Gengi glared at him as he passed, turning silent. Michiko giggled, "So what's your name again?" Gengi gave a half-hearted smile before replying, "Gengi the Fox." "Ah, I see, well Gengi, do you mind telling me why we've circled the entire camp already and you've yet to escort me to where I'll be sleeping tonight?" "I wanted to give you some time to cool off," He grinned, "Because if you go to bed angry, you'll have nightmares." "So kind of you to worry so much about my well being." Michiko grumbled sarcastically. "If you really cared, you would have warned me that this Lord Sesshomaru was so damned impossible to work with." "He's not impossible really, he's an excellent commander, he just likes to have his fun like the rest of us." Gengi said smiling. 'Besides, its not like you came off any worse for it, he complemented you, in an albeit very unusual way. That's more than what anyone else usually gets." "That was supposed to be a compliment? I have never before-" "We're here." Gengi practically sang, cutting her off. They had stopped in front of smaller pavilion, only six tents away from Lord Sesshomaru's. 'You walked me all the way around this damn field for who knows how long, to only take me 500 feet away from our original starting point?" Michiko shouted exasperatedly, her anger apparent. "Yup." Gengi replied smiling. "And it's 486.3 feet to be precise." "ARGH! Just go already!" Michiko cried, hanging her head. "Ok, Good night Michiko, Don't forget, bright and early!" Gengi practically danced away.

"Ihopeyougeteatenbyrabidjackalsandyoureyesgetpeckedoutbycarrioncrows." Michiko grumbled, throwing open the flap to her tent and stopping dead once she was inside. It was far less grand than Lord Sesshomaru's, but it was still a far cry to the field she had slept in last night. "I suppose this cant be all bad." Michiko muttered before turning in for bed.

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Ok, I know, it's a bad chapter, and I had to force myself to write it. Please no flames telling me how much it sucks, I already know that it does, so the effort is futile.

Please R&R, you know I enjoy it, and tell others about my story, I want some more reviews.

Until next time,

-Tani