I don't own InuYasha, some chick in Japan does.
Please review. There are some things I think are kind of funny. It will get funnier once 1. Melissa is no longer scared witless. 2. She's starting to get bored. and 3. They start figuring out how to communicate.
Jaken's good mood hadn't lasted. She wasn't sure what he was complaining about. To be honest she couldn't be sure he was complaining, but it sure sounded like it. It was getting annoying to be honest. But at least she wasn't in the woods alone.
Her father had been an ultra religious end of the world whacko. Convinced his kids would have to survive the collapse of society he'd taught her some survival skills before she'd gone to live with her grandparents. But he'd always assumed his kids would have some supplies, flints, water containers, clothes... And the boys had been taught to fight, but she was suppose to have a man take care of her.
Her grandparents had been a different sort all together. Hippy gypsies living in an R.V. Her grand mother had taught her herbal medicine and fortune telling. Her grandfather had taught her how to shoot a gun in self defense, knowing the truck stops could be dangerous for a pretty teenage girl. But her pistol was in her nightstand.
If she only had some supplies she'd be in ok shape. But all she had was her ritual dagger, Raven. If not for the white haired man who'd done his good deed and then disappeared she would have been raped. If not for Jaken who seemed to be watching over her, who knows what would have happened after.
Jaken was on his feet, suddenly happy again. She looked around and saw nothing different. She followed his gaze and saw a man flying towards them. literally flying!
Grabbing her dagger she jumped to her feet and ran to the nearest large tree, hiding behind it. Clutching Raven to her chest she shook her head. That didn't just happen! It couldn't have! She then heard Jaken speaking happily to someone as he walked in her direction. A deep voice caused her to open her eyes, and she found herself staring at the white haired man who'd first saved her.
He spoke again and then pointed back the way she'd come, towards to camp fire. He didn't sound angry or menacing, but was definitely commanding obedience. Raven was still in her hand, but she didn't draw it. He'd given her no reason to, besides, her hands were busy trying to keep her privates private.
Not wanting to turn her back on a strange man, especially while naked, she walked backward toward the camp. He walked towards her, more than matching her pace, forcing her to walk quickly. He stopped when she tripped and fell. She scooted just a little further back and drew her legs to her chest to further conceal herself.
She stared up at him. His clothing was white and red, he wore strange armor and a pelt over his shoulder. His skin was pale and he had markings on his face, tattoos or war paint? His intense golden eyes couldn't be human, but then humans didn't fly, did they? Then she noticed his ears were pointed, an elf? She'd been saved by an elf?!
He certainly wasn't a Christmas elf. He looked noting like the gaily adorned children with prosthetic ears that took over the television the day after Halloween. He appeared as Tolkien had described them, tall, beautiful, and proud.
He reached down the front of his armor, into his robes, and pulled out some pieces of folded fabric. He dislodged a small paper wrapped package in the process, but caught it before it fell and put it back in his clothing. Then he dropped the cloth in front of her and spoke.
"F-for me?" She asked, looking from the clothing back to him. That's where he'd been all this time? Getting her some clothes? He spoke again and pointed to the clothes and then to her. She reached out to pick it them up.
It was three pieces. One piece was plain white, the other blue and white, the last, smallest piece was pink. As she picked them up she realized the bottom one was linen, but the colored pieces were silk. She hesitated and looked back up. Where they really for her? Seeing the question in her eyes he nodded once.
Sesshomaru had been glad to see the woman was awake, and that she had bathed herself. Cold river water could not remove all the rose oil, but she was clean enough that he could make out her scent as he approached. She was, indeed, human. But she didn't look or smell Japanese. Nor did she look or smell Chinese, which was as far as he'd ever cared to travel.
When he'd visited China he'd heard rumors of people far to the west who traded for spices and silk. They were said to have pale, pinkish skin and pale hair and eyes. She must be one of the western people. But how had she ended up in Japan? And why was she nude and without supplies? Was she perhaps a trader who'd been robbed? Maybe even been raped already?
Sesshomaru couldn't blame her when she'd spotted him and hidden herself. She'd met Jaken and figured out he was safe, but wouldn't have recognized him from that distance. And he appreciated that, with her senses recovered, she regained a sense of modesty, attempting to conceal her genitals and breasts with her hands.
"Return to the fireside." He told her once he'd landed and was face to face with her. She'd opened her eyes and stared at him, not comprehending. He'd had no choice but to point to the fire as he repeated himself to be understood.
She'd skirted the tree backwards, not turning away from him. Walked backwards towards the fire. Then fallen and tried to hide behind her long legs. She was pitiful. Frightened didn't seem a fitting state for her. He, for some reason, wanted to ease her fear, but he had no idea how.
Rin had never been afraid of him. But then he'd been the one injured and alone when they'd met. He hadn't needed nor wanted her help, but she offered it anyway.
He looked down at her for a moment. She had many images on her body, he'd seen that earlier. But the only ones he'd been interested in were the stripes on her wrists. The ones that made her look more than human.
She also had a green vine of blood red roses twisting around her right leg, drawn so that thorns appeared to pierce her flesh and draw red drops here and there. The effect was surprisingly pleasant. And a blue bird in flight was drawn on her left shoulder. When she'd been on her knees vomiting earlier he'd noticed that her back was a riot of color but hadn't had time or interest to look closely at it.
He then pulled the clothing he'd brought her from the front of his Kimono and dropped it before her, almost dropping Rin's gift in the process. Did Rin need a new kimono? He'd have to check when they got there, she was growing so fast.
"Get dressed." He told the woman. She'd looked at the clothing then up and seemed to ask a question. He repeated himself and pointed to be sure she understood. She then reached for the clothing. She'd hesitated when she realized he was giving her silk, had looked up with questioning eyes. He'd nodded, they were for her.
She spoke again, her words sounded grateful. He'd been about to turn away when she spoke again. He didn't know what she'd asked. She repeated it and twirled a finger, she was telling him to turn around? She had the audacity to tell him what to do? 'This Sesshomaru takes no order from a human.' He thought, crossing his arms and continuing to watch her.
She stared at him for a long moment. Then she stood and slowly backed away, once she was a few more feet from him she turned to walk away. She went behind some bushes to dress, as if he hadn't seen all of her. But at least she displayed some modesty.
A few minutes later she came out from behind her bush and held up her arms as though asking how she looked. It was all wrong! She'd figured out the linen went against the skin, but she'd folded her kimono right over left, the manner of dressing a corpse for burial. And she'd tied the obi in front like a whore. And what kind of bow was that? The woman had no idea how to dress herself?!
He thought about Kagome's former garments, he'd have no idea how to put those on. He moved so quickly she had no time even to lower her arms. He pulled the obi loose and whipped the clothes from her back. She screamed and tried to run but he closed a hand around her wrist and held her still.
"Calm yourself, woman. I have no intention of harming you." She didn't understand him and continued to pull and struggle for several minutes. He simply stood there and held her arm until she eventually figured out he wasn't hurting her. Foolish woman!
"You." He poked her hard in the chest. "Watch." He pointed to his eyes. releasing her he carefully showed her how to hold the garments. He made sure she watched as he dressed her. It felt so strange to be dressing another. He tied her obi in a simple bow for her, then twisted it around her waist so that the bow was in the back.
He gave her a moment to observe the lines and folds, then whipped the garments off her again and handed them to her. "Get dressed." She had paid attention. She did better, but still needed help with the obi. He tied it for her and twisted it around to the back.
"Now go to sleep." He told her. He'd wake her at dawn. She didn't seem to understand that. She sat across the fire from him, watching him.
She'd been passed out only a couple of hours, no where near enough rest. She was exhausted but kept fighting sleep. Her eyelids would droop shut then snap back open. She was afraid of what might happen if she fell asleep. It was something Rin would do after a particularly bad nightmare. She'd sleep tomorrow, he was sure of that.