~Sorry for such a long update! The semester was alot busier than I anticipated ^.^;, but anywho! Here's Ch. 3!~ By the by, before I forget this little tidbit:

Disclaimer: I don't own either FF VII (Square Enix) or Inuyasha (Rumiko Takahashi)!

Chapter 3

The second she stepped foot into the clearing Serene felt a as if a heavy burden was taken off of her, but the anxiety remained in its stead. She scanned the clearing eyeing the serene meadow with a weary eye. She looked over the lake and its blooming willow tree before her eyes landed onto the patch of crimson floras she and Sesshoumaru planted under it at her request. 'More like at my pleading,' she though remembering the demon prince's scowling reaction to her request.

"Crimson, so that means the white is..." she trailed off as she scanned over the large patch before finding the missing blur of white. She ran as much as her frock would allow her. She wanted to wear one that would allow more freedom of movement in case self defense was needed, but Sesshoumaru convinced her father to tell her governess that:

'With a demon of this Sesshoumaru's caliber at her side for the day, self defense on her part would hardly be necessary and that she should start dressing the part of her impending role,' she could hear the sneer even in memory.

"I wish we were attacked just so I could prove him wrong, hardly necessary my…" she gasped in horror at the sight before her.

The white blur from before turned out to be a person! She made her way over slowly to the spot where they lay, stepping on the surrounding roses as she did. The sheet of white was duller than what she thought she saw but it turned out to be matted hair.

She circled around the body unsure of what to do, unsure if the person was even alive. As she moved around to the opposite side she saw their face covered with the white mane. She frowned and knelt down to their side before slowly reaching a hand out to move the hair.

'Oh my,' he was quite handsome even though he was presently unconscious and had thin cuts and dried blood on his face. He looked older than herself maybe by a few years, she couldn't looked over his form and her frown deepened. He had cuts over mostly every visible part of flesh; his neck, his arms and even on his legs because of the torn trousers of his uniform.

'Wait, uniform?' It was a dingy green colored thing. It was connected at the waist to make one whole fitted piece, much like what prisoners wore. 'Is he a runaway?' she placed a hand gently in front of his nose.

She felt a slow shallow breath whoosh over her hand and she smiled relieved, 'Well now I know he's alive, but why is he even here? Wait,' A spread of crimson went down from the boys back to his side. She gasped and looked back to his face as her eyes widened in renewed horror. Blood soaked the back of his uniform and was still spreading from his wound like a disease.

Serene knelt down beside the boy and tried as gently as possible to find his wound. The crimson mess had spread far up and across his back so it was difficult to for her to discern where his wound was without accidentally agitating it. She gently felt along his back trying to ignore the fact that she was possibly killing the boy more at her slowness his finding his injury. She skimmed over his back slowly, feeling her way to where the blood was still the wettest. After a few moments her hands stopped over the left side of the boy's back where she felt a small divot under the fabric.

She worried her lower lip and her brows drew together before she kept one of her hands lightly on his wound and the other made its way to where her dress covered her leg and drew a hidden dagger. Sesshoumaru or no she was not leaving home without a weapon of her own. She took the blade and gently pierced through the cloth of the boy's garb and made a slit large enough for her to get a better look at the injury. Gently smearing away the excess of blood she finally saw what was ailing the boy.

'A…bullet wound?'

Serene frowned deeply. She only knew of the stories that her father had told her of the power guns. She never witnessed what they did in person. Her father hated the contraptions and preferred blade than metal barrel, but understood like any good leader that a good army needed to have the latest technology to keep a kingdom safe.

She frowned before adjusting her dagger to gently press onto the boy's skin. She knew she could heal him; it would be dangerous for her and possibly for him as well if she accidentally drew on his energy as a source. It would not be in the same fashion as the stones the Shinra nation used, but it would be more than necessary. But in order to do that she had to rid of the object that was inside of him that caused the damage in the first place else it would be useless.

Placing two tentative fingers over his neck. His waning heart pulsed gently under her tips.

'He's dying,'

She looked to the boy's face once more. His complexion was becoming paler from blood loss and he may not have much time if she did not act soon.

She steeled her nerves and hardened her gaze before she dug her dagger into his back.

~~I'll hopefully be updating the next chapter soon (but with finals being on the horizon like certain doom it may be a bit later ;_;) so until then bye byes!~~