disclaimer: InuYasha is copyright to Takahashi Rumiko; my OCs belong to me.
Lunar Sanctum
The cool water of the shallow bank brushed against her feet as her toes sank into the wet ground she walked on.
Both she and her sister's ears ached when the imp began singing. He fought against allowing a visible wince to be seen; both of his female companions covered their ears instantly.
For the love of…
THWACK.
"You're worse than a cat in heat." The blue-haired female deadpanned.
The large bump on the imp's head swelled largely as the perpetrator cracked her knuckles.
"No arguments there." The silver-haired male mused in agreement.
"L-Lord Sesshomaru, are you going to let an insolent brat wolf demon strike me like that!?" The green toad imp wailed, crocodile tears in his big yellow eyes as he hopped up and down in anger.
THWACK.
"Who the hell're ya calling 'an insolent brat wolf demon'…?" The aforementioned ebony-haired female rumbled as she ground his toad-like face into the wet bank of the shore, her toes getting wet with the water that washed over her feet as they stamped into the back of his green head.
Both yokai sweatdropped.
The girl child present tilted her head to one side. "Won't Master Jaken drown if you keep his face in the water like that, Getsu-onee?" She asked innocently, looking at the older female.
She smiled lightly at her. "That's the point!"
Her mate rolled his eyes, lifting his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Between the three of us, it's hard to decipher which one of us has the worse temper…" He grumbled, moving forward to lift her by the scruff off the imp and drag her along.
"Aww, but Sesshomaru…!" She wheedled.
"Come along, girls." He beckoned calmly as they continued along.
Both aforementioned females shared a look before they followed.
"W-wait for me, Lord Sesshomaru!" The imp exclaimed as he hopped up and scurried after the quartet, yelping as he tripped over his own feet and face-planted into the ground, before jumping up again and continuing to follow his mighty master.
"You're still such a friggin' grouch…" She grated, sticking her lower lip out and pouting.
He smirked amusedly at her face, letting her go to allow her to walk at his side once more. "Someone has to instill order around here if you're acting childish." He chided.
Her sister snickered and blissfully ignored the death glare she garnered from the older female. "I think maturity skipped a generation in our clan, nii-san." She mused lightly.
He kept the amused look present on his handsome face when his mate scowled up at him, the amused look faltering as a vaguely familiar sensation coursed through him and made the hairs on his arms and neck stand on end; he looked heavenward and his gold eyes narrowed.
Both female yokai followed his line of sight and perked up at seeing a looming black-and-red cloud forming in the sky, reminiscent of miasma.
"The time has finally come." He mused softly.
His mate looked up at him. What's that mean? She wondered, looking up at the sky again and frowning softly at the cryptic sentence he uttered.
The stink of burning flesh made her nose wrinkle.
An arrow left her quiver as she loaded her long bow, bristling like her sister.
The yokai looked back at the trio, a snide look on his dolled-up face. "So you've finally come; after all this time I can't believe you've come… Lord Sesshomaru." He drawled, turning to fully face the trio of yokai.
He glanced to the side as the ebony-haired female lifted a hand and aimed her palm at the flames burning the tall gate, swiftly crumpling her hand into a fist and yanking it to her chest, and rendering the flames to nothing more than wisps of smoke.
"Aren't you a little dolled up to be playing with fire?" The blue-haired female rebutted, seeing her sister flick her wrist aimlessly and send the smoke that arose from her palm into the air with the rest of the wisps.
The redhead yokai sneered at both females. "Oh, what's this? Lord Sesshomaru, I didn't know you had an entourage with you! They're both very lovely… Though the one with the gift of fire is more appealing to the eyes, given that she has such talent…" He leaped back a foot as the male daiyokai swiped at him, seeing his gold eyes narrow dangerously as he sneered at the pissed expression on his pale face. "Oops, did I say too much?"
"You will keep your disgusting hands away from her; she's taken." He growled coldly.
The yokai chuckled, lifting both hands up in surrender. "I had no idea you were so overprotective, milord! Is your little flame-wielding bitch that precious to you?" He wondered, lifting the large fan-like weapon up to block the oncoming strike from his opponent's Tokijin.
His ears twitched as he disengaged and disappeared in time to dodge the oncoming torrent of blue fire that crashed into the redhead and sent him flying. "That was a little too close." He mused.
She flexed her claws and huffed. "You're not the only one he's insulted. Who is this guy anyway? He seems powerful, maybe as powerful as you and me, even… But his scent is kind of off." She asked quietly, glancing up at him after moving forward.
"Supposedly he and the rest of his clan call themselves 'war gods'; each of their powers are different, so I doubt they're all gifted with using fire." He informed in the same tone, his eyes scanning through the dissipating smoke to see if the redhead would appear anytime soon.
"'War god' is an overstatement; he doesn't look very powerful to me." Her sister mused aloud, also scanning the area.
"Crimson Demon Fan!" A wide wall of orange flames screamed at the trio, enveloping them in a high funnel of fire.
"How about that…? Huh!" The yokai exclaimed.
The flames dissipated quickly when she opened her arms palm-out and absorbed them, hands crumpling into fists. "Sesshomaru, now." She declared swiftly.
"Don't need to tell me twice," he mused, smirking at her before he flew forward, swinging Tokijin at the 'war god' yokai.
Red wings spread from his back as he lifted into the air. "I'll admit that was impressive," birds of flame circled around him, cawing and flapping their wings, before flying down at them.
An arrow coated in hot pink demonic aura sailed past the ring of birds and at the yokai, yanking feathers out of his left shoulder as he narrowly dodged the oncoming projectile.
"If we wanted recognition we wouldn't be here dealing with you." She growled, aiming another arrow at him.
His wings flapped as the birds cawed and screeched, sailing down at the trio.
He ripped through some of them with Tokijin as she swiped at the rest with her claws, absorbing the flames and rendering the birds to nothing with each swipe.
"Getsu, Kori, step aside." He ordered, perking both of their ears; they nodded and stood to the side as his aura spiked and flared. "Dragon Strike!" A wide torrent of blue energy screamed at the yokai, decimating the remainder of his birds and consuming his enemy in the torrent of blue demonic energy.
The yokai laughed from amidst the flame-like energy surrounding him. "Magnificent; we'll cross swords again on Horai Island!" He jeered.
"Explain yourself." He thundered coldly.
He seemed to smirk at the daiyokai couple. "You, Sesshomaru, bear the mark of the four war gods; as long as you do, your fate is in our hands." The energy dissipated and shifted into the form of two long blue dragons before fading from sight.
"Is that true, Sesshomaru?" The youngest of the trio wondered softly, lowering her bow and returning the arrow to her quiver, as she and her sister looked at the male daiyokai present.
He frowned at the spot where the twin dragons were, a soft breeze stealing past him and tugging at his silver hair. "How much more ridiculous could that fool's statement get…?" He returned, quieting as a slightly sharp pain radiated down his back, feeling as if someone had scratched him with a hot knife.
His mate caught the brief twinge of pain that showed on his face, nearing his side. "Sesshomaru," she began softly.
"I'm all right," he shook her off, scowling at her and holding her concerned silver orbs in his stare before his gold stare softened slightly and he looked away, rubbing his left shoulder. "I'm fine, Getsu." He murmured.
Her sister scowled knowingly at him before she crossed her arms over her chest. Sheesh, you're such a tough guy, she thought.
She frowned and then shut her eyes with a sigh, grabbing his sleeve. "Come on," she declared as she dragged him back to the forest.
He blinked in surprise. "H-hey, Getsu…!" He protested, looking back at her sister as she called for the girl and imp. "Aren't you going to help me, Korihime?" He demanded indignantly as she continued to drag him away from the cliffside.
"No can do; were I you, I wouldn't fight her, nii-san. You and I both know her temper is pretty scary…" She shook her head patiently, arms folded absently across her chest as the imp and girl walked alongside her.
He scowled pointedly at her, seeing her smile innocently in apology; he exhaled and let her continue to lead him away.
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A low growl rumbled in his chest. "Aren't you done…?" He grated.
She frowned as she lifted her hands from his back, rocking back onto her heels. "For some reason, I can't get rid of the scars. It's strange; I've never seen something like that before." She murmured, holding her chin between her right thumb and index knuckle. "I tried everything." She added aloud to him.
"Kori-onee, is Lord Sesshomaru going to be okay?" The girl asked as she looked past her babysitter's shoulder at the entrance to the thicket both daiyokai currently occupied.
She gently lifted her by the scruff and sat her down next to her. "He's gonna be fine, don't worry; Getsu-onee's just giving him a check-up." She explained with an assuring smile.
The girl nodded slightly and looked away in reluctant defeat.
He sat up from having been forced to lie on his belly, looking at her concerned silver eyes. "You heard what that demon said, about the mark." He mused.
She nodded and brushed a few locks of hair from her cheek. "As much as I didn't want to believe it, he was telling the truth." She murmured, looking at the paleness of his well-built chest absently. "You mentioned that it was your father's last wish to kill the war gods. Killing them doesn't look like it's going to be easy, and you know you're mental if you think you're going it alone." She mused, meeting his gold eyes.
The gold stare tightened. "It took two of us to barely land a hit on that one and you think I'm going to risk your life trying to fulfill the last wish of my father? You're the one who's mental." He argued sternly.
She glared at him, her hands crumpling into stubborn fists in her lap. "I'm not going to let you go it alone, Sesshomaru!" She snapped, slightly surprising him and quieting the low growls that rumbled in his chest; she looked at the stump of his left arm and fought an involuntary wince, her silver eyes hard as she returned her gaze to grab ahold of his own and hold it fast. "I know you're strong enough; you're the strongest demon I've ever known. But that doesn't mean you're leaving me behind. I'm going with you whether you like it or not." She stated.
He cut his gaze to the side with a humph, his gold eyes steely. "I hate it when you're stubborn." He growled.
Her eyes softened slightly and she shuffled closer to give him a soft kiss, effectively surprising him if only a little.
His eyes widened a little before he smirked slightly, his hand reaching to cradle the back of her head and deepen the kiss, feeling her arms lift to fold on the back of his neck and bring herself closer to his body; he growled when she released his lips to nuzzle his neck, kissing absently as he ran his claws through her ebony hair.
"Must you?" He grumbled, both hating that she had stolen such a kiss from him and loving that she was in his arms and wasn't blushing at the sight of him half-naked as he knew she would've at a younger time.
She chuckled softly and kissed the vein in his jugular, pulling her head back to simply smile innocently at his annoyed gold eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She mused with a cheeky glint in her stare.
He rolled his eyes habitually and exhaled; she squeaked in surprise when she found herself on her back the next second later, his clawed hand caging her in. "You never have been good at lying to me, princess." He purred.
She blushed, her cheeks brightening to that shade of reddish pink he adored most and huffed indignantly, looking away from his smoldering stare. "You really are a sore loser," she grated, blushing again when his teeth found her throat and he nibbled, making her squirm and mewl at his bites that often drove her crazy.
He chuckled lowly and kissed the spot behind her left ear, making her growl and shiver beneath him. "You're never going to admit defeat to me either, are you, sweet?" He wondered with his breath at her ear, eliciting another mewl.
"F-fuck no… Sesshomaru!" She rasped his name in surprise when he marked her throat rather sharply, a yelp escaping her.
"Oi, if you're done with your check-up, we're wasting daylight!" A bark sounded outside, making both daiyokai jump as the male scrambled off his mate and onto his feet, claws sharp and bared like his fangs out of reflex.
She scowled at the entrance of the thicket and exhaled, nimbly hopping to her feet and straightening out her clothes, turning to him and seeing him relax his stance, hearing her sister snicker quietly. "Relax, killer," she muttered, hearing him growl under his breath before shrugging his haori back on, letting her help with the left sleeve.
"You do realize this isn't over." He pointed out quietly, making her ears twitch as he adjusted his collar.
She looked up at his gold eyes and smiled cheekily, nodding. "I know; haven't admitted defeat this far and I don't intend to start now." She added wryly, the cheeky smile being replaced with a wide smirk.
He returned the smirk and wound his arm around her small waist, pulling her in for a quick firm kiss that made her knees almost buckle, his teeth nibbling on her lip and reminding her just who the alpha was.
She grinned and hugged his neck, tugging on his lower lip teasingly before shirking out of his grip to lead the way out of the thicket by the gentle grip she had on his larger hand.
Pleased with both himself and the prospect that he would soon hear her crying out for him to not stop pounding the daylights out of her, Sesshomaru happily followed her lead.
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"Lord Sesshomaru; I've been waiting for you!" The drawling sneer of that redhead Kyura sounded from atop the high cliff infront of them.
Both daiyokai scowled up at where he was perched; the third member of their party had gone to see if she could be of aid to the hanyou and his pack (his scent was easy to pick up on despite the fact that there was a large mixture of hanyou scent around him earlier in the day).
"Oh and I see you brought your little bitch too! How quaint, working together… It's sickening." He growled the last bit.
The female bristled reflexively, her hand on the hilt of her heirloom katana drawing said blade quietly, the bristle reaching to the tip of her black tail that was poised in mid-air behind her; the male drew his own blade, Tokijin's silver blade glinting moonlight off the sharp side of the sword he gripped tight in hand.
"Excellent, then I'll be your opponent." Kyura smirked as he lifted the large fan-like staff overhead and spun it around in a circular motion for a couple of times before stabbing the blunt end of the staff into the root-covered rock he stood on: large and thick geysers of orange flames shot up high, forming a ring about the 'war god' yokai that glared at both daiyokai.
"So he seems to have gotten stronger," he muttered quietly.
She huffed and gripped the hilt of her katana. "What was your first clue?" He's still a yokai but with this newest upgrade in his power, he's almost as strong as Sesshomaru and myself. He must've had his power sealed for a long amount of time if that's the case, she mused.
"Dispelling the fire shouldn't be much trouble," he mused.
She smirked and nodded, flexing her claws as she considered his words and sheathed her katana. "It's a wonder we're still stuck together," she murmured, leaning up to kiss his cheek sweetly before her yoki flared and she spirited forward, ebony hair she'd drawn up into a high ponytail flying behind her like a banner as she went for the yokai.
He smirked softly at her, shaking his head. "Typical." Such a reckless princess.
The yokai Kyura cackled as he dodged the swipes meant for his face by her claws, finally thrusting his staff forward and jabbing her in the gut, sending her back; she leaped away to land nimbly on one foot amidst the flames, her silver eyes hard like blades as she glared at him. "Light on your feet, too. If you weren't a pathetic mongrel princess I might be attracted to you." He swung the fan at her, pulling it back as she swiped at the feathers with her sharpened claws and a growl in her throat. "But where are my manners? I have yet to know the name of Lord Sesshomaru's whore." He drawled.
She flashed her teeth on reflex and lunged, sending a quick bout of blue fire at him from the sole of her left foot, forcing him to block it with the front of his fan he twirled like a baton. "Getsu, Lady of the Western Lands." She answered with another bout of blue flames meant to hit his face.
Kyura blocked it again, swinging the blunt part of the staff at her and making to hit her in the chest before she disappeared. "'Lady of the Western Lands'? Well now, Lord Sesshomaru sounds like he struck gold with you, Lady Getsu. It's a shame that was short-lived!" He slammed the blunt end of the staff down, sending a fresh geyser of flames upward.
A wide torrent of blue-green energy screamed at him, sending him back. "You're delusional AND pathetic if you think I'm going to die today." She flicked her katana-wielding hand's wrist, having powered up her yoki and now hovering overhead of her enemy.
"Birds of Fire!" A flock of flaming birds sailed up at her; she opened both hands palm-out at the oncoming birds, absorbing the flames with ease and perking up as Kyura snarled and flew up at her.
Sparks flew when her katana clashed with the gold of his staff; she gritted her teeth and thundered a growl as he bore his weight down on her, his wings flapping angrily at his back.
"You damn whore." He growled, sneering into her pretty face.
She smirked into his red eyes, a fang showing in the wide smirk on her full lips. "Gotcha. Sesshomaru, NOW!" She called over her shoulder.
"Dragon Strike!" A wide torrent of blue energy sailed at the two yokai; she spirited out of the way of the oncoming attack, watching the energy be turned to blue flames that engulfed the redhead, panting slightly before she looked down at her mate and nodded with a smirk.
"Fan of Flames!" Orange flames enveloped around the daiyokai's feet, surprising her; she gritted her teeth and glared at the grinning Kyura before she drew her katana.
"Okay, now you're really pissin' me off!" She swung the katana's blade to the right sharply; a large arc of green energy screamed at the yokai, being evaded by the twirling staff in his hands. She growled and dove down at him, sending bout after bout of purple energy sailing at his footing and making the rock crash into the stream below; a wide funnel of orange flames sailed at her, perking her ears.
She bristled and leaped out of the way, seeing another funnel of flames sail at her as she dropped lower to the ground. "Fuck off!" Her feet crashed down onto the hard rock; blue flames shot up in geysers, creating a domed barrier around her that rode out the funnel of flames that became absorbed by her own flames, blue and orange clashing vibrantly as her yoki flared wildly.
"Is that all you've got, Lady Getsu?" Kyura laughed from the other side of the domed barrier.
A loud 'klang' rang out, surprising him; her eyes sharpened.
Sesshomaru glared stonily into his red stare, Tokijin's blade bared and sharp like his fangs and claws currently were. "Leave her be." He punted him away roughly, making him leap back to land on the remnants of his roost.
"Sesshomaru," she murmured in slight surprise.
"Keep up that barrier for a little longer; this won't take any longer than it already has, Getsu." He ordered, perking her ears.
She nodded and dug her toes into the ground, the flames brightening and flaring along with her yoki as she concentrated on keeping it up for however long he needed.
Kyura chuckled and sneered at the male daiyokai. "What's the matter: is that the best you can do, Lord Sesshomaru?" He drawled.
Sesshomaru snorted, a trademark he picked up from his mate, lifting Tokijin horizontally. "You haven't seen shit… Dragon Strike." Blue energy erupted from the mighty demon sword and flared before he stabbed the blade into the rock sharply; electricity-like currents sailed up at the higher parts of the 'roost', stopping short of the base.
"I must admit that was almost impressive… Huh!?" A bright blue light came up from beneath his feet before an overpowering blast of blue energy consumed his form, making him cry out in agony as pain shot through him like hot knives.
She dropped the barrier, leaping to land nimbly at his side, katana sheathed and hanging dutifully at her left hip. "Impressive as always." She mused calmly, smiling up at him.
He returned the smile, seeing her wince slightly when the rest of the rock imploded behind them, falling in on itself and signaling that they leave. "Let's go." He urged quietly, turning to walk away.
She followed until she was at his side once again, glancing at his back and noting that one of the four scars had faded from sight; she smiled in slight relief, looking forward.
"We should've gotten rid of the priestess with the spiritual powers without hesitation." The blue-haired Ryura sneered, flashing a fang.
The girl scowled up at him.
"You're going to have to get through me if you think you're going to hurt this priestess." A thundering growl sounded coldly, surprising said priestess and slightly surprising the 'war god'.
The blue-haired female stood tall next to her friend's side, an arrow in the long bow she held fast to; her soft blue eyes glowered stonily at the red orbs of the strongest of the quartet of island yokai.
"Korihime!" The girl breathed in shock.
"Kori-chan!" The kitsune chirped.
The blue-haired male eyed the female yokai up and down with a calculating red eye, a snide smirk crossing his face. "Now this is more like it; your name rivals the beauty that you possess, woman." He mused.
She snorted and her soft blue eyes narrowed. "Well, and here I thought my brother-in-law was the most voracious half-breed loather, but apparently I was wrong, given that I'm staring at you right in the eye." She drawled, her yoki flaring slowly and flowing into her bow until it coated the arrow in a bright pink glow.
"You're soft on half-breeds? Pathetic! How dare you, a full-blooded demon, show kindness to those abominations?" He lunged at her, bristling and swinging both broadswords at her.
She leaped out of the way as the girl and hanyou children scurried out of the crossfire, landing nimbly yards away and readjusting her posture, arrow aimed at his head as he charged in her direction. "You're the only abomination I see!" She fired; the arrow flew at him, being enveloped in a small twister generated from his two swords.
Damn, my arrows are rendered useless if he knows how to control the winds and electricity, she mused, shrugging her bow onto her shoulder and flexing her claws. Well, time for plan b…
A wide torrent of wind and electricity sailed at her; she leaped out of the way, sprinting away and giving chase. "What's wrong, can't chase someone faster than your pathetic breeze?" She hollered calmly, leaping onto the remains of a warehouse-looking building nearby and heading for the trees. I have to get him away from Kagome and those pups, at least to give InuYasha some time until he gets here, she thought, hearing blasts of wind chasing her heels as she picked up the pace and continued running.
"You pathetic half-breed lover!" Ryura snarled as he combined both blades and sent a wide tornado of electricity-fueled wind at the female that showed him her back; she dodged it, narrowly maneuvering and spiriting to the left, hearing trees crash and fall in her wake as a sign that she needed to keep going.
The wind stopped howling behind her, surprising the she-wolf, before she felt something hard knock the wind out of her from behind; she and her attacker scuffled until they crashed into the ground, dirt flying in their wake.
His red eyes glared down at her when she found she was on her back; her yoki flared wildly until an icy gauntlet formed on her right hand she crumpled into a fist, said fist thrusting in an uppercut to his chin, almost hearing the neck bone crack from such a hard blow that inadvertently gave her time to scramble away.
She panted and glared stonily at him as he spat out a wad of blood and a couple of teeth, crimson smudging his lower lip; her yoki flared again so now both hands-turned-fists were coated in a thick layer of ice that now looked pink.
"You hanyou-loving whore; you'll pay for that!" He swung both broadswords at her, slightly surprising her.
A wide torrent of demonic wind screamed at him, sending him flying. Her eyes widened in the same slight surprise as the breeze tugged at her cobalt hair. That attack, she thought.
"You look like shit, princess." The hanyou's gruff voice perked her ears.
She looked at him as he came forward with Tetsusaiga resting casually on his left shoulder. "InuYasha," she began before her face softened and she smiled in both relief and in good-natured spirit. "Glad you're here."
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"So he was that much of a push-over, huh?"
She nodded and looked over at her with a smirk. "Yeah, compared to the bastard you helped InuYasha kill. He sounds horrid." She mused.
"Don't remind me," she shuddered.
He rolled his eyes at the two of them. Honestly, he thought. "Let's go."
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