"talking"

Thinking

'written'

Finally I'm getting somewhere with the story. And I still do not own Inuyasha and I know I never will. Sorry for the slower update.

Meeting new people

What- is this? It's sticky—and warm. Slowly coming to, Taki cracks her swollen eyes open attempting to focus them attentively. Eyes shifting slightly, she is unable to make out her surroundings and can sense no one nearby.

Ahh, everything in me seems to be aching. What did...? A sudden flash of a creature in dark stirs her memory as she jolts in place. That's right, I was attacked… by that thing. But… I'm not dead.

A pair of voices can be heard steadily drawing closer; one shrill and squawky, the other childish and sweet. "You impudent child! You must not wander off; I don't care what you saw!" "But master Jaken," another voice pleaded, "I saw her right over here. She was hurt!"

"So what! Humans die all the time. It makes no difference to me, so stop wasting my time! Milord will be furious with me for us taking off so rashly." Parting the branches and coming into the clearing, the pair stops and their attention is directed the girl's way.

Well, this is new the girl muses. Before her is a small child of about 7 sporting an orangey kimono and lopsided ponytail. She appears to be concerned. The other looks like a bad yoda rip off with huge bulging eyes, green skin and brown attire. He holds a sadistic looking staff and seems royally pissed.

Who the hell is all Taki can manage before the kid flings herself over Taki's body and begins slathering her in apologies and tears. Why is she apologizing? She didn't do this?

Patting her back, albeit a little awkwardly, Taki tried to reassure the girl only to realize that no words were forth coming. Why can't I – ouch! My throat; that's right, he bit me the creep. Dammit!

Reaching over and grabbing the closest handy twig, she delicately scribbles 'no need for apologies, please stop crying'. The sobbing child seeing this as confirmation ceases her blubbering only to begin in a steady barrage of questions; from simple things like "what's your favorite flower" to more problematical like "where is your family." At some point in the line of questioning, the toad disappeared and then resurfaced a couple paces behind a very regal and pristine looking demon lord; of which neither girl appeared to take note of.

Each time one sentence was scrawled hastily down, it would promptly be smeared out to make way for a new and different answer. The impassive lord stood silently watching these proceedings all the while intrigued that not only could the girl write, but that she was so adamant in her responses. She gave no indication to her obvious fatigue though it was evident to his keen, watchful eyes. It was only when he spoke that the child Rin discontinued her tirade and ran happily to clutch at his massive leg. "Lord Sesshomaru!" she chirped, "I'm glad you're back!" The impaired girl swiveled her head to stare absorbedly at the so called "lord", not sure what to expect of him. Then it came back to her, the white of his garment, and the bright golden hues of his eyes. This was the 'man 'who saved her.

How could I have forgotten someone so handsome?

Really to call him handsome was a colossal understatement. Not only were his clothes white and unpolluted, but so was his iridescent hair and fine alabaster skin. He too had pointed ears and critical claws; though on him it was nigh impossible to be afraid. His fingers were long and slender and magenta streaks adorned his wrists and cheeks. A crescent moon, indigo and beautiful, rested on his forehead. And then there were his eyes, the highlight of his all around breathtaking features. They almost seemed to flicker, taking in all and leaving nothing to query. It was all too easy to ponder the limitless meaning in those pools of gold.

When she came back from her "exploration" she noted those eyes now resting on her, his scrutiny of her ostensibly less romantic. Clearly his person was not to be used in her fantastic daydreaming.

"Taki, are you alright? You're staring." A blush and a sheepish nod was the only response. I'm such a geek. I'm ogling him like a crazed fan girl. Returning to her own quibbles, she failed to notice his departing until Rin's optimistic query "Can she come with us my Lord?"

The upbeat ping ponging of her heart was the only suggestion that the girl had heard correctly. She watched as he stalled mid step and turned ever so slightly to acknowledge the small child. Silently Taki wished not to hinder his perfection any more than had already been, but inwardly she wanted nothing more than to be embraced by the splendor that was Sesshomaru-sama. Even in her mind she called him by his rightful prestige.

Needless to say when he inclined his head ever so scantly, her fogged, desire addled mind went on standby and she rightly passed out.

I figure this is as good a place as any to stop, especially since I haven't updated for some time now. This chapter took me a while to figure out. Usually I have already written a rough draft and it's just a matter of typing it out, tweaking things here and there. This time was not the case. Sorry for the delay.

Hopefully it was well worth the effort. Tell me what you think and as always R & R.