Oh no, what happened to Rin? Well, you'll all find out in this chapter. It's somewhat confusing, so make sure you pay attention!

I was asked about Kagome's nails the other day and they are indeed filed into points. Why? Honestly, if I was transported into a time that wasn't my own where demons ran rampant I would want to have a weapon that I would never forget. Even if Kagome gets caught without her bow/sword/daggers she can still bitch slap herself some demons and leave four, bloody scratches at the same time! I'd do it! Wouldn't you?

As for the whole Inuyasha and Kikyo thing, patience, that part will come, but in due time… in due time. Just to give you a heads up, though, I doubt the encounter will be what you expect. This is me, remember, ChaoticReverie? This story is completely off the hinges and original. There will be no, 'Oh I saw that coming,' crap going on up in here!

And as for the flashbacks and what Kagome's answers to all of Sesshomaru's questions are… well she tells him the truth. Honestly what do you think would happen? Demons obviously don't completely die out, I mean just think of how powerful they are! I know humans have the numbers, but demons are nearly immortal. They simply shield themselves. I hope that clears everything up.

Now, for the Disclaimer! And… just a fun idea, I'm going to make a game out of this. The first person who can review and tell me what this language is will receive a prize! What might that prize be? Well… I will officially dedicate every lemon in this story to whosoever can figure it out! Now fly my pretties; fly! Oops, wrong story.

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Poison Emotions

Racing to the small child's side, Kagome pulled Rin into her lap, rocking the youth gently while feeling her forehead for fever. Finding that she was not overheated, Kagome then checked her heartbeat, which felt rather slow. Frowning, she lifted the girls arm to check her pulse and gasped. A welt along the side of her arm was swollen to a dangerous degree, the area around it an unhealthy shade of blue.

She realized with mortification that this was the doing of one of the many young wasp youkai that had threatened the village, and unless Rin got the proper treatment, she would die. Even though there were no baby wasps left to feed off of her body, she would remain in a comma like state and, without food or water, wouldn't last long.

Her eyes followed the thin blue line up Rin's arm to her shoulder, pushing the fabric of her kimono aside as she went. The vein that had been injected was throbbing and showed clearly through her skin, making the path of venom easy to follow. Hoping it had not yet reached her heart, she brushed the checkered folds of Rin's kimono apart. Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed at the dark blue spatter resting over the child's left breast. The girl must have been in excruciating pain.

Knowing that no medicine could cure her now that the toxins had hit her heart, Kagome set the little girl carefully on the ground. "Hold on Rin," she pleaded, "I won't let you die."

She had performed this task few times before, and the young miko knew it was not pleasant, and had to be one of the most painful things one could experience. Her only fear rested in the fact that she had never before drawn out such powerful poison, and she hoped that it would not kill her before she had a chance to purify it.

As she looked down into the girl's eyes, which were wide and filled with agony, all reluctance to perform the task dissipated, leaving determination in its wake. She would not let a child suffer.

This special ritual was a dangerous one, one that required great resilience and concentration. Because the poison was connected to the girl's heart, purifying her body risked giving her a heart attack. Also, she couldn't simply draw the venom out into the open. If she did, there was a chance that it would become airborne and infect several people. So, that left her with the option of sucking it into her own body where she would attempt to purify it while it was inside of her.

Breathing deeply, she closed her eyes, sensing the worry that clouded the air around her. It was not just her own, either. Jaken was worried and, despite his hard front, Sesshomaru was as well. Focusing on her mission, she sought out the poison, finding it in the form of a large, writhing blue mass. Containing it as best she could, she began to pull it toward her, trying her hardest to ignore the screams of pain that were erupting from the child's lips. Being inside of the girl's subconscious, she could feel her distress, her aura flashed madly in sporadic bursts of worry, pain, and fear.

Sesshomaru watched concernedly as the miko's brow furrowed and his ward cried out in desperation and agony. The young woman began to tremble, her teeth chattering as though she were cold. He could feel the inner turmoil coiling through the both of them. With a sudden explosion of force, the miko was thrown from the small, shaking youth, skittering to a halt a few meters away.

Rin, though still shaken from what had happened, was on her feet in an instant, rushing to Kagome's side.

Sesshomaru joined her, standing curiously over the miko's form, concern beginning to lace his being when she did not get up. She suddenly began writhing madly on the ground, her limbs flailing as if fending off an attacker. Her teeth were clenched tightly, her fingernails sinking into the ground as she arched up and let out an ear piercing scream. Her eyes flew open, the once shimmering blue replaced by a blinding white. He watched as the toxins attempted to override her body, snaking up through her veins and turning them a deep shade of blue. The myriad of twisting lines continued upward, slithering across her neck and into her face.

His gut wrenched at the sight, his inu snarled at him to aid her, to comfort her, to do something other than stand there and watch. His more rational side, however, knew that nothing could be done. She had to fight this off on her own. He only prayed that she would live.

After one last, determined cry, she stilled, the deep blue color leaving her veins. She was still pale, however, her body trembling from its exertions.

"Lord Sesshomaru, is she going to be alright?"

Blinking slowly, he admitted, "I am not certain, Rin."

Whimpering lightly, as a frightened pup would, she begged while tugging on his hakamma, "Please don't let her die. She saved Rin."

Pausing for a moment, he decided that it would be in his best interest to keep the woman alive, though the bitter, ningen hating part of him urged him to simply leave her there. If she was dead, that would be the end of his desires for her. His honor and inu, however, drove him forward.

Kneeling down next to her, he lifted her into his arms, finding that his newly gained appendage worked splendidly. Another part of him, one that was tucked away deep down inside, told him that it had not only been honor that lead him to do what he did. He cared for her, more than he would ever admit. His mind was a whirl of confusion, reveling in the fact that she felt so very right in his arms and yet disgusted in the fact that he could think such notions of a lowly ningen.

Such emotions were deadly. A poison to the mind, strangling all rational thought from one's head until the body was rendered practically useless. Love did not make a warrior. Love made simpering, slobbering, pansies.

Cradling her like a child, he wrapped his pelt around her quaking form, trying to warm her as best he could. She looked so cold, so helpless. He had the sudden unwelcome urge to nuzzle into her wonderful smelling hair. His mind ran rampant as it conjured up several very promising scenarios on just how he could warm her up.

His traitorous body leapt to life, a certain, very frustrating appendage twitching at the mere thought of having those long, slender, smooth legs wrapped firmly around his waist as he plunged his thick…

"Sesshomaru-sama?"

Silently thanking and cursing the child, he looked down at her with an inquisitive brow raised. Noticing the pack that was slung over her shoulder, he realized that she had grabbed the miko's bag from the spot in which she had placed it before rushing into battle. He was grateful. He did not want to hear the woman's harping of how he had forgotten her bag.

"When Kagome-chan gets better, will she stay at the palace? Rin would like a new friend to play with." Her quiet voice was tinged with hope, her large, deep brown eyes staring up at him pleadingly.

Sighing, he answered, "We shall see, Rin."

That seemed to be good enough of an answer, for the child quieted down and fell back, taking stride next to Jaken and Ah-Un.

Refusing to go back to the musings he had left behind, he forced him self to clear his mind of all thought, the cloud forming beneath his feet once again. Knowing the Rin and Jaken would follow on Ah-Un, he did not bother looking back, closing his eyes in quiet awareness.

Breathing through his nostrils, he groaned when the miko's intoxicating aroma attacked his senses again. It was going to be a long ride home.

Despite his superior senses, the Western Lord had failed to realize that his had not been the only demonic eyes watching the miko's little spurt of power.

Cloaked in shadow, a figure in white sat nonchalantly amongst the gnarled branches of a tall oak, his cool, red gaze flickering with surprise and want.

'She is even stronger than I had surmised,' Naraku mused silently, remembering just how magnificent she had looked gloved in that fiery red glow. Closing his crimson orbs and growling in need, he sighed, taking note of the hard on he was now sporting.

"Little miko… the things you do to me…" he cooed softly to no one in particular, his hand sliding inside the confines of his pelt to firmly grasp his fully erect member and stroke it, imagining a slender, smooth hand replacing his much larger, calloused one. It probably wouldn't even fit all the way around. So tiny and delicate… how easily he could crush that hand, snapping the fragile bones with no real exertion on his part.

Amidst his grunts of pleasure, the almost inaudible hiss of a single word broke the string of moans. "Mine."

Yikes. Soooo… Naraku's all creepy and sketchy in this chapter with the lurking and the possessiveness and the sadism… oh wait, I suppose that's how he is all the time, silly me!

Anyways, you all have fun with that Disclaimer; I wonder who will figure it out first. Only time will tell. However, to submit your answer, you must also submit a review. If I receive a review that simply has the answer to my question, it will not count. A review is needed for qualification. Bwahahaha I'm a crafty bitch… so clever and ingenious. Maybe I should marry Naraku. We can get it on and have crafty, scheming babies. Mmm… yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum… you get it.

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