My fingers tussled through the coarse pages that I had unconsciously set aside, feeling my already lacking determination wither away by the second. My eyes scanned the pages as I shooed away the overwhelming unease that seemed to creep up my body. Even though the book wasn't in color, the large sketching of a plant that covered the entire page matched the one I was thinking of not too long ago. I skimmed through the text and found that majority of it displeased me. This was ridiculous. Whoever that was scripting this must have a horrible sense of humor. He or she is questioning my very livelihood.
I had turned to the page right behind the one Sesshomaru pointed out to me the day before. The shiver that crawled up and down my spine was trying to convince me that this was no coincidence, but it would take a lot more than a premonition to persuade me. I knew without a doubt that Sesshomaru had noticed my sudden change in demeanor, and that sudden change seemed to intrigue him, as though I was his science fair project. I shook my head, refusing to believe that this was an anomaly. I'm not that special. I'm just your average otaku that might be in a self-induced coma. For all I could know, this could just be the fantasies that I hide in the deepest recess of my mind. At least, that's what I would like to think. If, if all of this is real, then being a demon doesn't sound that farfetched, an overused concept in these types of situations, yes, but not farfetched. Sesshomaru took the book from me and read as I tried to come to a conclusion in my head. I know he wanted to know why the passage had shaken me up and sent me into a contemplative mood. I could see his curiosity, or I thought I could.
"I may have isolated that flower and heard it ring." I told him.
As it would turn out, that flower, the light blue orchids, and the endangered demon have a rather peculiar connection. It's suggested that the flower boosts the demon's ability to camouflage with humanity. As an adaptation that came along with their evolution, they are able to pinpoint its location through sight and sound in their human and demon forms, often finding themselves enticed by it. I found this statement a little more than discomforting.
Sesshomaru said nothing, and preferred to stare at me, using that brain of his for whatever he was thinking.
"It means nothing." I said, still reluctant to believe anything.
He let me be.
I was done thinking about it. What would today's date be? Last time I was here, it was episode 37, and episode 41 passed, that's four days. It was the 21st when I came back so today is around the 25th. Wow the month has flown by. I never realized that the anime ran by so fast. With that, what episode are we on? Maybe 45? For all I know, InuYasha's fighting that dragon to make the Tessaiga easier to wield. I took a deep breath and stretched. Thinking any longer would make my brain explode.
"Prepare yourself, we travel in the morning." Sesshomaru told me.
"To where, if I may ask."
He hesitated."Bokusen'on."
Bokusen'on? What was that? Umm… Well, the next time Sesshomaru appears in the anime was when? Was it with that dragon thing? Am I tripping? No, I'm on track. InuYasha learns the Backlash Wave, but Sesshomaru wasn't there. Someone told him about the battle… Wasn't it that tree? Yep, it was the tree. We were going to see that creepy tree with a face in its trunk.
Sesshomaru seemed to notice when I came to a conclusion as to who Bokusen'on was. His inquisitive gaze told me that he wanted to know if I really knew who he was talking about.
"Bokusen'on, the tree demon."
He remained quiet. Oh, I remember. Sesshomaru went to see the tree because he wanted to learn about InuYasha's demonic side. Should I tell him? Nah. He still needs to know about the battle. But I could tell him about the other stuff. It's already passed, so it can't hurt to tell him. Well, not anything about Kohaku though.
"Hey, Sesshomaru, I can tell you some stuff now. That's if you still want to hear it." I told him.
He narrowed his eyes as he halted his movements. I couldn't help the smirk that crossed my face. Why so aggressive?
"Why are you no longer hindered?" He asked.
"The events have already passed, so I can tell you what happened. That's excluding the irrelevant parts."
"What irrelevant parts?"
"They're about InuYasha and that stuff."
He nodded his head. To him, InuYasha really was irrelevant. His eyes stayed on me, probably to find any signs of lying, other than the scent I would produce.
"Naraku is not a full demon." I left a pause. "He was once a bandit who was eventually betrayed. He was in a brothel house when someone set it ablaze. He was burned to the point that he couldn't move when Kikyo found him, and healed him, but he never regained his ability to move. He eventually fell in love with Kikyo, but once he saw that she was in love with InuYasha, he was filled with anger and envy. He let millions of demons into his body. The demons healed majority of his body, but and a spider shaped scar remains on his back. That is how he became a hanyou. He then deceived Kikyo, taking the form of InuYasha. He gravely injured her, took the jewel, and placed it somewhere that InuYasha would find it. He killed Kikyo and tricked her into pinning InuYasha to the tree." I summarized.
Sesshomaru snarled at this. He interpreted it all pretty fast. I took the moment to take in how sexy he is. I mean, the angle was just too nice to not mention.
"We are going to see Bokusen'on for what reason?" I asked.
"Like you do not know." He snapped back.
He obviously was not in the mood. I sighed, was there something wrong with wanting confirmation?
"You should sleep. You have to wake early in the morning."
"Easy for you to say." I whispered. I ought to remember that Sesshomaru can hear me if I open my mouth. Then there's the possibility of him being able to read minds…
He was suddenly way too close to me. Not that that's a problem, it's just that he has a very suppressing aura that makes me feel inferior.
"Could I get some personal space?" I asked.
"Sleep."
He placed two fingers on my forehead, and for the slightest moment, I felt like Sasuke and that he was my Itachi. Except for the fact that he doesn't love me, and couldn't care if I died, and doesn't really care about what I do, and we're not related… and I'm not a guy… This is nothing like Itachi and Sasuke. It doesn't matter because that isn't going to… work… … on me…
