it's early but my hyrdo was cut off so im at my opa's for a bit and decided i might as well get this chappy up while i can :) so this is the 2nd chapter to my inuyasha shishinkixoc story :) i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i do! lol this story is a lil jumpy, third person to first persona and different povs lol... but i have it labeled so it should be easy to read :) anyways.. i gotta get going to i hope you like it! enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, the characters or the plot similarities.
Claimer: I do own Jacklyn Box and her technique and past. I also own the idea of Rosku.
I do not own Shishinki's servant but I do own his name of Kudo.

Third Person
The sun was high and bright, the tree the demon used as foundation to sit up also produced enough protection from the heat. Her body was covered in blood, from the top of her forehead to her chin, just between her right eye and nose curved around cutting the middle of her mouth. The wound extended down to around between boobs and down just below the waist of her pants. It was a devastating gash received from the tip of a sword. An attack the jester was barely able to escape from.

"Cursed mutt... For this I cannot forgive him..."

She let out a hiss of pain as her whining forced the wound over her lips re open, her mouth once again filled with blood.
The jester demon had a downfall to her almost invincible appearance as the moon was high. She can avoid almost all flesh wounds no matter the severity during the night, besides decapitation. In the day time however, if she cannot return to the Underworld before light reaches the horizon, her wounds from the night before or any unhealed ones will bring themselves upon her body. It's a curse you get for stealing the ability to jump between dimensions.
She looked down on herself to see blood continue to drip in the puddle she laid in. The warrior she had found prior meeting Inuyasha proved to be much tougher than she expected. Before she could even make hast and kill him the sun had already broken the horizon and her wounds began to pierce her skin. The demon didn't know what was more painful, receiving the wound at that time, or have it slowly etch into her skin.

"Does the world have mercy on demons who torture the weak? Hyeah, hyeah..."

She chuckled at herself when she could begin to feel the symptoms as she finally experienced her blood loss. It was inevitable, she couldn't travel to the Underworld now. She was absolutely useless.

"Oh, Lord Rosku-kun, is this the punishment of my trickery?"

The pointy hat on her head chimed as her head rested against the tree, looking into the blue sky. Even with the curse, she found the day time so beautiful.
If the jester were fully alert, she would have heard the footsteps of the nearing person. The presence of a powerful demon. The danger she was now letting herself fall in. When he was close enough the injured girl finally took notice. Her gaze shifted to the new form and she flinched, causing her body to slide off the foundation of the tree and land roughly on the ground below. She hissed in pain as the blood around her splashed.
The man standing over her, wielded a black a staff. On the top was a golden circle with a half moon on it's back on the inside of the circle, gold as well. A half moon on the bottom of the staff as well. His outfit was a decorative black hakama with a set of puffy fur on his right shoulder. His arms had guards in a red and black pattern that matched his armour. The red and black armour trimmed with silver guarded his torso. Wrapped around his waist was a white sash that blew lightly in the breeze. The armour extended down over his legs and groin. Truly a man of battle. On his shoulders were two straps of cloth hung out like ribbon. He stood with strength and pride.

"Such incompetence."

The man stated with a uncaring expression. The woman looked up scowling at him.

"Hyeah, hyeah, hyea! You're a little young to be saying anything."

"Hn."

The jester looked him up and down taking notice to his short and messy lavender tinted hair, his piercing narrow eyes that looked to be a deep purple. The left corner of his face was covered by a simple white masquerade type mask. His ears had a point on the top. Clearly a good looking man.

"Hyeah, hyeah, hyeah..."

"How did a you wind up here, Jester demons never stray far from their master's? Or is your brink of death caused by him."

"I'm not going to die from this cat scratch, hyeah, hyeah."

She laughed at herself due to the fact half a dog demon did this and the fact she knew she didn't have much time left. If she moved too soon her wounds would re-open, if she didn't heal soon she was dead of blood loss. She would be passed out before night fall, so she would be unable to go back and heal by than. Wow, I'm more pathetic than a half-breed. She let a smile drift on her blood covered, deep royal purple lips as her eyes closed. She could feel the demon still standing there, waiting for her to answer his question or maybe just die. She limply lifted her arm to wave her hand at him, beckoning him to leave.

"I'm not talking unless you help so begone with ya. Hyeah, hyeah."

Laughing was the her greatest cover for any sort of thing, worry, death, fear. Laughter covered it all. It's been too long for her to recognize what anything other than annoyance and happiness was and longing. Her technique, invaded and used emotions to break down the hearts and will of her 'contestants', but the feelings never affected her, she was always left empty as the day she died, the first time...

Lord Shishinki POV
I walked over and scooped up the tiny girl, trying my best not to open the severe wounds down her body. One crimson eye opened to look at me. She let out a light laugh, which seemed odd since there is no doubt that she is feeling intense pain, I can feel it through the constricting muscles. I walked with precision and a soft step trying not to jolt her more.

"What are you doing?"

"I have to help you to get answers right?"

"Hyeah, hyeah, hyeah, hyeah! We'll just have to see."

I wasn't to sure why I was going to save her, but it didn't really matter at this point, it's not like she could actually cause me damage. Plus, I have some curious questions to ask her. For one, how her master was no where to be seen and why she spoke of an Underworld Lord. The longer he focused on her it seemed her own aura was changing. It was intriguing. I felt a light pressure on my shoulder I glanced down to see her head leaning on me as she finally slipped into unconsciousness. It's been so long since I've seen a Jester Demon up close, I forgot how small they really were. I began to feel the warm liquid drip over my arm's it's amazing she stayed conscious for this long, forget the fact she spoke with such enthusiasm as well.

The sun had fallen behind the mountains and I sat in front of a fire watching the flames dance. The rest of the afternoon was used to bandaged up the female demon's wounds. Slightly surprising that the wound stopped bleeding so fast. It would take a few days before she could move around, but I was only sticking around until she answered some of my questions. I have nothing better to do while I wait for Sesshomaru. Though it shouldn't be much longer before he will show up and he will fall for the bait. I let out a tiny grin at the thought of my revenge. I too a glimpse to once again see if she were alive but once again she randomly bellowed the strange laughter of hers. She had been doing that since it became nightfall. It was beyond irritating. I let out a light sigh, shut my eye and pinched the bridge of my nose. I stayed like that for 5 minutes until I heard the sighs and shuffling of the demon across from me, I opened my eye to see her sitting up and stretching.

"Idiot! Your wounds will re open!"

She glanced over at me with a tilted head as I scolded the moronic women. My eye narrowed as I looked at bloodless wound down her face. Where is the blood?

"Hyeah, hyeah. Silly demon."

She stood up and took a bow, after standing straight she began to sink into the ground. A grin flashed over her face and her eyes curved in delight. I sat there, but grasped the staff beside me, getting ready to send her to the pits of hell.

"What the hell? What are you doing?"

As I watched her slowly disappear and her scent become dimmer, the bitch was running away. I jumped up and swung my staff down, her head had already disappeared as it made contact. I growled in frustration as her very presence was gone.

"Dammed female!"

Jacklyn Box POV

I was now standing on top of a mountain of corpses, the very large guardian seemed to be missing. I looked around and saw nothing but dead bodies.

"Guardian!"

My chimes went ignored and I let out a sigh. I jumped down and began snooping around through the dead bodies. I needed to find a small girl with somewhat fair skin. Some days are easier than others all depends on the death rate of the world. But, today, it seemed to be my lucky day!

"You will be useful my youngen!"

I looked over the small female child that seemed to be stabbed to death by some sort of weapon, poor thing. I couldn't kill a child, human or demon alike. With that said, I tore the corpse in half, tearing shreds of the small girls skin. With an estimated sizing I pulled out a needle and tread from the inside of my skirt, which I hid for emergencies like this. Also stashed within my presence was a mirror that I pulled out and began my magic of recovery. I sewed the new skin over the large bloodless wound on my face, eventually moving to my chest and stomach. I let out a sigh.

"Stupid half-breed... This is going to leave a scar for about 50 years..."

Hyeah, hyeah, hyeah. After a quick fix I was ready to go, I wonder if the wolf demon was still around. He had no reason to really run, we both know I am no match for him. I began to float up toward the blackness above me, looking down at the empty pathway to hell. I wonder what happened.
I reached the darkness and could feel the cold sensation of the dirt around me, I could sense the man still sitting around a similar area of where I had left. Let's see if you have a sense of humour! Hyeah. I sprung out of the ground like a spring, laughing manically and making faces at the fearful man. To my enjoyment he jumped back and swung his staff, sending a black orb at me, sucking me inside. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but it sprung me from the ground and warped me back to the strange mountain of bodies I had just returned from.

"Huh, so he really is powerful... Hyeah. How entertaining!"

I repeated to process only to be sent right back by the demon as I begin to morph from the ground. I tried again, but this time giving some distance between us. He was already standing, pointing a staff at me this time.

"I hit you directly 2 times! How do you keep coming back?"

"Oh? You don't like my company? Hyeah, hyeah, hyeah."

I finally finished merging out of the ground and was allowed to stand there, I had my heels together, my curly shoes jingled as I rocked onto my toes, smiling.

"Answer me or die!"

"Hyeah, hyeah, hyeah, hyeah! You're awfully cute when you're mad."

I winked at the man as I jumped up to float upside down in the air. The demon below growled at me and once again sent the orb after me, I sighed in annoyance as I brought myself to reappear behind him.

"What's yer name demon?"

He was surprised to hear my voice around me and swung around the end of his staff colliding with my cheek. I knelt on the ground with my hand on my cheek.

"I am Shishinki. Who are you?"

He seemed a little at ease but still had his guard up, he wasn't one to put it down it seemed. I let myself float up into the air.

"I am Jacklyn Box, its a pleasure to meet cha!"

I lay in the air on my side, resting my head on a fist and my other arm across my knee. I couldn't help but grin ear to ear at the man before me.

"So, you got questions for moi right? Hyeah, hyeah."

His eye was just spelling out irritation and frustration. I don't think he likes me too much. Hyeah, hyeah, hyeah.

"How do you know Rosku?"

"I'm his not so faithful jester! He spun me back together to entertain him in the Underworld! Hyeah, hyeah, hyeah, we had some fun times tormenting people..."

I let out a sigh as I twirled upside down, crossing my arms and legs.

"Did you kill him?"

"Naaah, I just stole his jewel which gives me the power to travel from hell and back, and yadda , yadda, some big explainable that I'm not telling you. Hyeah, hyeah, hyea!"

"You are a very strange creature..."

"Speak for yourself cat boy!"

"I am the former Cat Lord Demon, Shishinki!"

"Former... Hyeah, hyeah, hyeah, hyeah..."

The said great demon took his seat back around the fire, trying to ignore me, but I knew he couldn't cause the closer I got the more his eye would twitch in annoyance. I couldn't help but grin.

"Who wounded you like that anyways?"

"Hyeah, hyeah. Does the almighty cat have a soft spot?"

My grin turned into a smile as he scowled at me, showing off his sharp teeth.

"Hmm, well if I'm not mistaken, it was the half-breed Inuyasha. He had cute little dog ears."

"Tsh..."

I raised an eyebrow at the sour expression the name received. He has a grudge against the half-breed?

"What's with the sour expression Lord Shishinki?"

"I'm after his full demon brother, Sesshomaru. His father had stolen my technique and passed it down to him with the Tenseiga."

After a long moment of staring at him narrows eyes, well, eye, a small smile fell upon my lips. He raised an eyebrow at me, confused at my strange antics.

"Did the Inu no Taisho do this to the poor Lord Shishinki?"

I pointed toward the mask on his face. I was a little curious as to what it had happened behind it but kept my mouth shut. He avoided my gaze with a growl. He just nodded, probably ashamed by the wound. I twirled around and crouched in front of him, it was ridiculous how I was shorter than him as I crouched and he sat. I had to angle my neck up slightly to look him directly in the eye.

"Well, than... I'm coming with you!"

"What? No you're not!"

His commanding voice and harsh glare made her tingle. Resulting in laughter.

"Hyeah, hyeah, oh, but I am Lord Shishinki! You look like you could use a good laugh. You know laughter can beat anything?"

The demon went quiet as he stared passed me and into the fire. It was something bigger as to why I had decided to follow the former lord. We Jester Demons are servant demons, it's why our race was created, a few centuries ago the strange pull to hell had ceased, the strange longing feeling I had was due to the fact Lord Rosku was killed. The empty feeling I had when he died, slowly was going away as I spent around this cat demon.

Lord Shishinki POV

The girl finally gave up and went over to the side of the mountain and face the rocky edge. I continued to watch as the flames began to die, but my vision kept flickering over to the curled up girl in the distance. What an annoying demon. There was much more to her than you could guess, that was simple to tell, of course most demons have to go through difficult times, that's what makes us demons, that's what makes up powerful. A person came to stand beside him. It was a young boy, Kudo. He had hollowed out eyes, short black hair and a fancy light blue and white outfit.

"Master, is this really alright?"

"What?"

"Is it alright for that demon to come along? She seems awfully unskilled."

I ask the same question, but no answer comes in my mind. I guess I was going on a whim. That was when a large rubber doll popped out of the ground rolling up and hitting the boy in the back. He blew away and reappeared behind the rubber clown, it turned and began to talk.

"Hai, hai, hai. Jokes on you! Jokes on you! Hai, hai, hai."

With that it poofed into a cloud of smoke. I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as the shell of a servant's face scrunched up in a grimace. His black holes for eyes seemed to glare at me.

"That unskilled demon is still awake, hyeah, hyeah."

She twirled and sat up all in one movement, glaring at the hollowed eyes boy, before noticing my own smirk on the man sitting there.

"See Lord Shishinki, isn't it nice to laugh?"

My smirk stayed in place as I shook my head in denial. Blasted women.

"I find it amusing how your doll's laugh is more annoying than your own."

"Hyeah, hyeah, hyeah, hyeah! The fearful demon has humour! No worries, I get that a lot. Not sure how I developed this laugh.. hyeah..."

Her eyes narrowed, deep in thought. I wonder what is going through her mind, I'm sure shes holding back many things. The fire caused an orange glaze over her eyes making her look much more eerie than her original state.