Chapter 12 would most probably be posted during March, because the workload in school is getting ridiculous. I'm dragging myself to school every single morning and crawling all the way home in the evening, so have some pity on me... T-T

Oh, and thanks for the reviews!

Glossary:

Miko: priestess

Hanyou: half demon

Youkai: demon

Osuwari: sit

Ramen: Japanese noodles

Haori: the red coat Inuyasha's wearing

Katana: sword

Kaze no Kizu: Wind scar

Senkonketsu: Iron Reaver Soul Stealer

Baka: Idiot

Inu: Dog

Chichiue: Father

Chapter 11

His hands were bound behind his back, but this time it wasn't bound by Kagome, it's bound by the irksome creatures from the other world.

The heavy chains rattled noisily as he struggled to get them off. The short little creature looked at him with a very idiotic expression. Inuyasha glared at him, and was reminded of a Jaken suffering from a sever case of malnutrition. That lightened his mood slightly, but he was still mad, and still stubbornly struggling.

"Oy, you!" He shouted at the one standing behind him. The creature looked back at him with yet another idiotic expression. Grinding his teeth, Inuyasha would love to wipe that expression off his face. However, he held his temper, and asked, though not very politely: "How the hell can I get out of here!"

The creature tilted its head, and said nothing. Five tick marks immediately flashed on Inuyasha's forehead. Kicking the creature brutally, he stepped on its head and roared: "HOW THE HELL TO I GET OUTTA HERE!" The creature was obviously sobbing in unjust. What wrong had it done to get such an unreasonable prisoner? The tables had been turned, and it, the great other world creature that possessed the power to take creatures lives had actually been kicked like a ball!

"Please... don't beat us up!" Another other world creature piped up. "So, finally they wanted to talk..." Inuyasha thought in glee. He released that scrawny creature under his foot. "Then tell me how to get out of here!"

"You couldn't." They replied simply. Clanking of nails and metals falling on top of one another could be heard. How very ironic.

"Say that again and I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your filthy life!" Inuyasha roared as he kicked all of them till they sprawled out on the unseen ground with huge bumps all over their heads.

It was a night of a crescent moon, wispy clouds floated in the midnight sky. Sesshomaru's shadow was casted on the walls, showing that he was moving soundlessly to the direction of the hut where Inuyasha's body lies. Tenseiga was throbbing, and Sesshomaru totally knows what to do.

The woman was there, sleeping beside the lifeless body. His powerful demonic aura must have alerted her of his presence, and she woke up. "What are you doing?" She sounded cautious, maybe even murderous.

"Step aside." Sesshomaru commanded as he drew out Tenseiga. He could still vaguely remember that the last time he unsheathed a katana, it was of deathly music, but this time it sounded like the gentle tone of disgusting benevolence. Alas, Kagome who retained none of her past encounter with the lord with two katana could not see the difference. Lunging herself onto Inuyasha's body, she yelled: "No!" Her eyes spoke of plead, and even fear.

"Step aside!" He growled, louder. "The woman was being unreasonable, like all humans do." He commented to himself, irritated. He knew he had no time to waste, so he ruthlessly blast Kagome off to another corner, and was satisfied that she showed no signs of wanting to fight back. "Or perhaps..." He corrected himself, "...too slow to fight back." Katana held high, Sesshomaru could see followers of the other realm...

"The Healing Katana is around! The Healing Katana is around!" The followers shouted hysterically. "Run, run before you get sliced into halves!" They squealed. Inuyasha merely stare in disbelief. The Healing Katana? That sounds suspiciously like Tenseiga... But it's not possible, how could Sesshomaru want to revive him? Isn't he considered the filthy half-breed? Sounds of anguish screaming was heard as he felt the irritable chains shattered into a thousand debris, the idiotic imps were killed. Or so he thought until he caught their whispers: "Looks like we have to get our bodies rejoined by the physician of hell..." Weird indeed. "Keh, so they're just being dramatic!" Inuyasha thought as a beautiful white light welcomed him back to the living world...

Kagome's vision blurred and sharpened as she helplessly watch the inhuman lord bring the katana down. She should not have brought him back! What wrong did Inuyasha do that the lord even wanted to mutilate his body? "What did you do to him?" She shouted as she scrambled back to Inuyasha's side. That was when she noticed it, the heavy, suffocating death had left him. His chest rise and fall in a gentle rhythm, and his face had regained a certain amount of colors, colors that indicate he was alive once again! She glanced at the icy cold lord which showed nothing behind his mesmerizing amber eyes. She had misunderstood him, she owed him an apology, but words failed her. All that was shown was gratefulness that couldn't be contained.

"Task accomplished." Sesshomaru thought as he resheathed his katana in a swift motion. The useless human was looking at him with the weirdest of expressions, the one that they named gratefulness. That was none of his business, and he didn't want her so called 'gratefulness'. Whipping around, he stepped out of the hut under the vast night sky again, not leaving anything but a colorful glimmer of hope.

He was far away from the village, and the fading moon had shown that very soon, the sun would rise. Despite the long hours after his 'heroic' attempt at bringing Inuyasha back to life, Tenseiga was still pulsing. He ignored it, it wasn't a katana of much use, worst still, it's a lifeless object that's hard to fathom.

Silence surrounded him, save for Tenseiga's irritating throbbing. The birds were not singing, because it's too early for them to sing. The night prowlers were not hunting, because it's too late for them to hunt. Hence, silence took its rightful place, and only in silence could he hear himself thinking: a sensible way to save his pathetic followers without them realizing that he cared.

Tenseiga was not helping. It's still throbbing, and each throb was louder than the last, demanding for Sesshomaru's attention, and also doing an extremely good job at disrupting his peace. It seems that the only thing to get rid of this irritating throbbing was to solve it. And although Sesshomaru may be excellent at solving riddles, he never liked them. Still, between being irritated to death and solving the mystery, he chose the latter. For once, the lord focused on Tenseiga, feeling its aura, searching its power, communicating with it, asking what the hell is wrong...

It seems an eternity before Tenseiga response, and when it does, it comes as a shock strong enough to sweep you off your feet. Without a warning, a burst of light erupted from the katana before enveloping Sesshomaru. Surprise flickered on the lord's face, surprise at the katana's sudden outburst. He quickly calmed himself, and observed that he had somehow being transported to somewhere...unknown. Yes, this had surpassed his intelligence. He had not even the slightest idea what the katana would do next. However, he made a firm mental note to himself: not to be startled again regardless of the situation.

"Sesshomaru..."

He knew this voice, deep and commanding. Surprise and bewilderment started creeping to him again, but he heartlessly shut them off.

"Sesshomaru..." The person started materializing in front of him. And Sesshomaru knew what he must do.

"Chichiue."