The Prettiest Lie

Chapter 2: The new journey.

He was growling. He had the NERVE, to growl. I almost had the nerve to go up to him and slap the ignorant demon across the face. And though I had the courage, I did not yet have a deathwish. "What? It's not my fault." I growled back at him. Which surprized me. I never growled. I glared at the demon. He didn't move. I got mad. Turning on my foot, I stomped right back to him, an inch from touching him, and jabbed my finger into his chest while glaring at him. "Do not" poke, poke "for one moment" poke poke poke "think to blame this on me!" poke poke poke!

Before she could blink, her poking finger was seized in a hand, that was very pale, very strong, and with very, very sharp nails. "Refrain from your anoying habbit of TOUCHING my person, human." he growled, his eyes a frozen fire. She gulped, but didn't back away, partly for the fear of never seeing her finger again, and partly because what ever wounded pride she had left refused to go down without a battle. "Fine!" she grounded out between clenched teeth, attempting unsuccessfully to retreave her precious finger.

He uncurled his fingers, letting her go. Rin stared at the two adults in front of her with confused eyes. It was then that the great two headed dragon landed in the clearing, with Jaken tubling onto the ground unceremonly, talking and apologizing before he even hit the ground. Both adults ignored the green toad, while Rin happily ran over, jabbering non-stop about the things she thought to be important. Momentarily distracted from groveling at his masters feet, Jaken turned on the girl, and a screaming match ensued.

Sesshoumaru continued his glaring match with the human miko who DARED to POKE him. The ludacrisy of it would have been hilarious had he not been the victim of the poking. The girl must die, he decided in his mind. As soon as the chain was broken, she was as good as dead. He smirked as pretty images of her torn body floated in his head. Even tenseiga wouldn't be able to bring her back after he was done with her.

Kagome almost faltered in her glaring when a smirk slowly crawled onto his face, suddenly fearing for her life. "You can't kill me, you know." she told him, hoping to reassure herself, as well as him. The smirk didn't move.

"Not yet." he told her. Eyes cold and fierce. Somehow, he seemed bigger now then she ever remembered. All those times she's seen him before, he didn't seem quite that bad, never had she been his target. And now, as she looked at the tall demon in front of her, his unforgiving eyes, deadly claws, and huge tail on his shoulder, she wondered just WHAT was she thinking when she poked him half to death? Maybe she was suicidal after all. Imagine that.

And to make matters worse, he was still smirking. His eyes seemed to turn to to liquid fire, and she didn't doubt he was planning her death right this second. A few moments later, an even scarier idea made itself known. "By the way, no one ever said I couldn't accidently INJURE you." She almost fainted on the spot. She might have too, if she didn't doubt that he would, in fact, carve her eyes out while she was passed out. That was one scary loop hole, right there. Again she wondered why she didn't think of that BEFORE her poking attack.

"You even think about it, and I'll purify you into the after life." She whispered. She was surprized her voice was so calm, since she was on the verge of having a panic attack, but why question a good thing? Instead, she put her eyes to the side, fingers spread, and pushed the purifying magic out.

He watched her. She looked rather intriguing. Her hair was moving slightly in the wind, her power clashing with his own, and her blue eyes looked almost frozen in their intensity. He wondered why she wore black, but he wasn't going to ask. The pants she wore were rather loose, only tight around her waist, but the top was clinging to her every curve, reaveling not only her shoulders, but a lot of her cleavage as well. he wondered why she wore such an indescent thing. His smirk widened. Cracking his knuckles, he released his toxic whip, letting the poison drip to the ground and burn the grass with a hiss.

She almost gulped. She couldn't fight him. For all her pretenses of being some tough miko, she was barely keeping her knees from buckling. He could kill her as easily as melting grass. And that, was not a pleasant thought. Shaking her head, she allowed more power out, releasing enough until his smirk turned into a frown. She knew the purifing energy was bothering him. She smirked. His youki did nothing to her, she was used to being round demons enough to have adopted to it.

"Stop this, miko." he growled, his whip dissapearing. His eyes were still narrowed, but she knew for now they have come to some sort of agreement. "Rin." He stated her name. The girl flounced over to him, already forgetting that she was kidnapped just minutes before. "Go back to the castle with Jaken." The girl nodded, still smiling.

Sesshoumaru was walking away she noticed half heartily. She didn't move until he yanked her chain, making her stumble forward. She wanted to scream at him, to call him a jerk, and to 'sit' him until he cried, like she did Inuyasha, but she also wanted to live. So clenching her teeth to prevent her own death, she hobbled after him. That didn't last long, a few steps later, she stopped and glared at his back. Screw death, she wasn't about to follow him around like a lost puppy. "Hey!" she yelled after him. "You mind telling me where we're going?"

He stopped midstride, slowly his headturned to glare at her. "Does it matter, human?"

She almost faltered at the look he was sending her way, and she was sure had she been anyone but herself, she would already have been on the ground begging for mercy. Unfortunately, she was not. "Like hell it matters! I'm not about to follow you around like a lost puppy." For a moment she thought she saw surprize flicker in his eyes.

"We are going to find Naraku, and then you can poke him until he releases us, after which I will kill you and go back to my castle." He gave her another look, but she was too shocked at the fact that he just attempted to make a joke, and she wondered vaguely if that was real. "Anymore questions, human?"

"No." she shook her head, but just before he could turn away again, she continued. "Just a few requests." His glare was back, but for some reason, possibly because of the joke, she overlooked it, didn't pee herself like she was supposed to, and went on. "We have to go back to my hoouse, I have to get some stuff since I'm assuming we'll be traveling to find Naraku, and despite your almighty powers, it harder then you think." she took a breath of air and looked at the demon.

He blinked once, twice. Then, slowly, his eyes still on her, he said "No."

She waved her hand at him, not concerned at all. "I wasn't asking you. I was telling you. Anyway, it shouldn't take long, but since Naraku lost all my stuff, I'll need replacements." She was already planning in her head what she'd need, where to get it, and she almost groaned outloud that she's need to buy a new bag. This was just not her day.

Sesshoumaru was staring at her. His thoughts however, were spinning a mile a minute. Did this girl have a deathwish? Did she really, REALLY just say that? To him? He was almost tempted to pinch himself, in case he was dreaming, but refrained. How strange would that look?

"Okay then!" she announced, "Home is that way, so lets go!" she turned and started walking, the bemused demon following behind with a totaly stoic expression on his face, wondering why this girl was still alive. He should have killed her by now. So really, what could a silly chain do? Other then tie him to a psychotic miko with a deathwish. He decided, despite the fact that she was absolutely frustrating, she was rather amusing. After all, he could not remember anyone talking to him as an equal for years. He wondered why it felt so refreshing. Maybe the permanent stench of fear was finally getting to him? He looked at the girl walking in front of him, seemingly lost in thought, and delicately sniffed the air. Apples and roses. Funny, he though. Humans usualy reek. He concluded it was because of her miko powers. But then he remembered, when she used them, there was a different scent in the air. Like a storm, the smell of power and danger and lightning. But he decided to stop contemplating and thank what ever gods were listening that his new companion didn't smell like Jaken. That would've been just sad.

Kagome's thoughs were far from wondering about anyone's smell, since she was too busy panicking about exactly how was she going to tell Sesshoumaru that she lived in the FUTURE? She was happy they didn't have loony bins here, because she was sure he'd lock her up in one as soon as she finished that sentence. But she was also worried. What if the well didn't let her through? And even worse, what if it did, and Sesshoumary went nuts and killed everyone. Other then the flimsy chain, she had no way of controlling the demon. And that could in no way be good for humanity.

She supposed it was a good thing her mother wouldn't witness this. She was in no way happy that her family passed away, but she suposed it would've been a sad day to come home with a murderous dog demon chained to your foot. She could almost see her mother faint.

She sighed, knwoing they were a few days away from the well. She'd have sometime to convince her new companion that she wasn't totaly insane. And if that didn't work, she could always poke him until he believed her. It almost made her laugh. Almost.

The sun was setting. The woods were getting darker, but the two unwilling companions kept going, neither willing to admit defeat to the other. The birds were still singing, the demons still roamed around, the sky still didn't fall, but two lives were changing.