My Half Brother's Miko

by Whispering Kage

In which Sesshomaru grows a little too fond of the title of Onii-san from a certain Miko. Worst of all she was his half brother's Miko. Drabbles. Dedication: Uchiha B

4. Sickness

He could smell the sickness that layered her scent a mile away, it was a pollutant to her naturally sweet scent and it irked him. He did not know why, she was after all human and all humans got sick at one time or another. He chalked it up to worry for Rin, the young girl lived with the Miko and was bound to catch her cold if she was not tended to properly.

He briefly remembered that his younger half brother also shared her living quarters so he had no doubt smelt the sickness and had taken care of it. Then again the whelp was truly inapt when it came to certain things so with a slight furrow of his lips he leisurely made his way towards the village. Intent on making sure the miko was properly being taken care of so the sickness would not spread to his ward.

Imagine his surprise when he tracked the mikos scent not to her hut but to that of another one. The scent of illness was there as well and it was much stronger. He mused she must had been called upon to help the hapless humans who dwelled in it. He briefly wondered why his younger half brother had not told her to rest, the boy was outspoken about less trivial things. Surely the well being of his miko meant more to him then that?

He watched with languid eyes the Miko exited the hut, a light sweat upon her brow and a flush on her cheeks yet as always she was smiling. She bowed to those in the hut and made her way towards him, he more then expected to be greeted with a bright smile and an 'Onii-san.' Yet she didn't seem to notice his presence. He frowned what if he had been an attacking youkai?

With an almost inaudible sigh he flared is aura lightly, knowing it would catch not only her attention but his younger half brothers as well. He ignored her as she turned to him and offered him a small tired smile and a weak 'Onii-san'. His gaze was trained on his younger half brother as he landed near him a dark scowl on his face.

"What do ya want Sesshomaru?" His was tactless as usual.

Instead of falling for the bait he merely inclined his head towards the sick miko. "Tend to your miko, she is ill." With that he walked away leaving the Miko's well being in the hands of his younger half brother, where it should have been since the sickness had first started to pollute her scent.