Inuyasha: Morning Star

by JuneBohemian

When Rin finds an injured demoness in the woods, little does she realize how intertwined her destiny and Sesshomaru's will become with this demoness with a dark past and a pure heart who not only changes them but helps them discover a deeper meaning of strength, loyalty, and love.

65. Nature

Hoshiko stared at the rising dawn, the remaining stars twinkling in the dark purple night as pink crept over the horizon. Those stars twinkled brightly during their last moments of being seen, as though happily shining their light upon the Earth for those last precious moments before they had to wait their turn once more to light up the sky. It was though they were singing the language of the stars and have her understand the joy they contained for highlighting the night and sorrowful at having to disappear from her sight until twilight. They were like the fireflies in the forest, desiring to lead her down the path of happiness if she'd let them do so. Hoshi dropped her eyes to gaze at the tips of the highest trees frowning at the thought; guide her to her happiness? She had sunshine, but she had too much rain and dark clouds to ever let the sun shine through completely. She had to wonder if the spirits of the ancestors truly lived up there as said, watching over them in the heavens above. The deceased guiding their descendants and ensuring good fortune for the future of their bloodlines. Hoshi had to frown deeper; if that was true, no spirit held any love for her. She'd suffered too much to believe that any spirit would have the desire to save her from the pain of the past and guide her down a path of happiness at long last. She wondered if she'd ever be truly happy but she knew it wouldn't happen. Never. No spirit would help her nor guide her.

She bit her lip now. Was that true? That absolutely no spirit had any love or pity for her? She found herself wondering if it had been her deceased parents that had led her to cross the Inu No Taisho's path. Guided her actions to befall herself upon the Great Dog Demon General and twist their lives together, forging their destiny together to help her walk down the path she needed to walk despite the loss and pain she would endure from it. Perhaps the spirits guiding Inu No Taisho knew he needed a soul in his life like hers, dripping with blood and pain but good deep down so they guided him to walk across her path. Did her parents pass on the duty to Inu No Taisho once he met his grave? Did the Inu No Taisho himself lead her actions and path to fall into his eldest son's arms when the time was right? She glanced up at the fading stars and noted one seemed to sparkle beyond the others. If that was true, she would be grateful to the only demons whom had ever loved and cared for her to guide her beyond the grave.

She clutched the bark of a dead tree, feeling the absence of life beneath her fingertips. Hoshi wished she could think of something that held no connection to her past. She was always thinking of something to do with her dark and blood dripping past; Inu No Taisho, pain, the meanings of life and what she had learned. The experiences she had endured and the reasons she had become the demoness she was today. She wished with all her heart she could think of things without pain, suffering, or wonder. She breathed in the crisp icy air into her lungs as the breeze tickled her cheeks and blew her hair around her head gently. Yet, she knew she couldn't nor wouldn't change her past. She would always think of her past and deep down, she knew she was grateful for the things she had learned and the greater things she had experienced rather than becoming the normal for a demoness; a lady, a submissive and obedient beta. She hated that she'd suffered, she'd lost, she'd killed, she'd sacrificed, and she'd had to seen things beyond what others would imagine. But she knew she was wise and good because of it. She had met the most incredible individuals and learned so much from them. Inu No Taisho, the Great Dog Demon General. Izayoi, the gentle human hime. Myoga, the cowardly but wise flea. Totosai, the idiot demon blacksmith. Saya, the unreliable but amusing spirit demon. She'd seen spectacular things and experienced so much beyond the average. She wasn't forced to become a lady but to be herself, a wild lady with the ability to become a fearsome warrior and kill without hesitation. She had grown up to believe in herself and be herself, not become submissive and obedient. She was happy this way and she couldn't imagine herself any other way; she didn't have a choice in the matter anyway.

Hoshi shook her head now. She was still thinking about her past; everything held a connection, even the ground she walked on. She sighed heavily. All the same, she wouldn't give up her past and wisdom for the world and not only that, the path she'd walked had guided her to Rin, her beloved, sweet, and adorable pup and Sesshomaru, the Lord of the West and her lover; the son of the Inu No Taisho. She glanced up at the lone star in the horizon. Her connection to Inu No Taisho would never reside, he'd always hold a place in her heart and every moment of every day would he always be in her subconscious, even if she wasn't aware of it. She couldn't forget him; that was why she'd taken the drug in the first place to forget him after his death and the 'loss' of Izayoi and Inuyasha. Now, she would definitely never forget, she had a place in the lives of his sons. She'd never forget. She faintly smiled; she wouldn't choose it another way.

The hybrid demoness glanced at her surroundings, mindful of her duty. Nothing out of the ordinary for as far as she could see; mountains, trees, and the Northern Palace merely the size of a small dish in the distance. Deeply inhaling there was nothing but the pine trees, leaves, urine, and dirt. And the different smells of the demons behind her. Nothing was out of place and for some reason she was not happy with it. Why were the Panther demons refusing to come out of hiding and lurk in the trees, watching them and never making a move? Well, if she disregarded the moment where one Panther demon had been shot out of a tree with an arrow to the eye by another patrol, they hadn't done anything. It was slightly unnerving; what were they planning? She glanced up at the sky, hoping if the spirits had heard any prayer of hers in the past that they'd acknowledge the one she had deep with her heart right now.

Please, give us guidance in this time of unfortunate and distress.

She mentally sighed; the spirits might not have a care in the world for her pleas because they'd damned her past already with the suffering and pain they'd inflicted but then again, she'd never accept or be more grateful for anything else other than the past they'd thrown upon her shoulders. She seriously needed to stop thinking right now. She'd already debated this with herself enough as it was. She rummaged into the depths of her upper kimono to withdraw a slim bamboo flute she'd made during the first days of patrol. What other way to soothe herself than with a soft melody? She rubbed the delicate bark gently before pressing it to her lips, the music pouring from her soul. Hoshi played joyfully and softly, allowing the light and darkness to spill from her soul into the melody she played and couldn't help but realize it was sad sounding but beautiful. Like her past; sad, painful, dark, but came with wisdom, love, compassion, and joy.

Suddenly, Hoshi had the idea someone was watching her. She glanced back at her companions and realized none of them were awake yet. They'd been more tired than they'd admitted last night when she'd all but forced them to allow her to do a single guard duty that night. Narrowing her eyes, she observed the trees and the shadows to find the gaze she knew was locked on her back. Movement caught her attention to her left and she glanced up to meet the beady black eyed gaze of an average hawk. She allowed a smile to pull her lips back.

"Why hello there, brother of the wind," she murmured to the hunter.

The hawk tilted its head and let a soft cry escape its beak. It seemed to have no idea what to make of her but was curious so remained on his perch. She had to admit, this hawk was a very brave one because it wasn't often an average creature was close to a demon, let alone several but she had to admit her companions were asleep so posed no threat. Yet, she was used to this; she'd managed to have birds even land on her hand and accept food from her and encouraged small animals to lay upon her lap for a nice pet or allow her to attend to their wounds. She was at home with animals; she loved caring for them. It seemed as though they knew she could be trusted. The hawk continued to stare at her and she wondered, was it wondering where the music had gone? Curious, she once again placed the flute to her lips and played softly, smiling softly as the hawk seemed to sway in tune with the melody. Oh yes, he'd been attracted by the song. Suddenly, to her surprise, she faintly began to hear him give soft cries that blended with the sounds of the flute and found themselves together preforming a melody. The birds sounds weren't very attractive nor were they horrible to hear but she enjoyed listening to him. Any sounds of nature were appealing no matter how ugly in her opinion. Feeling the need to rest, she put the flute down and watched the hawk immediately silence, eying her with wonder now as he tilted his head farther.

"You, brother of the wind," Hoshi whispered gently. "Have an appealing cry that blends well with mine. Will you come down to join me?"

She extended her hand out to him and began to whistle softly as she always did when attempting to lure a bird down to her hand. The hawk stared at her, unsure but making no move to fly away from her in fear. Those beady eyes seemed to bear into her soul as though seeking out her true colors; was this demon really to be trusted? One slice and it would be over. The bird shifted foot to foot, cawing softly with her whistling. She continued her low melody, patient for the bird to sum up his courage as she sang to him the song of the forest. She would not harm him; she was a sister of the skies. Soon enough, her patience and promise won over the hawk. Finally, the bird of prey hovered off his branch and drifted down to her hand wearily but all the same, his claws sank into her fingers as his wings flapped to maintain position. Hoshi held onto his feet firmly and had to admit, the bird had some weight to him. He must be an excellent hunter of the skies. The hawk appeared to be unsure about his current predicament; he sat on the hand of a demon that could kill him without trying. The hybrid demoness withdrew some meat from a small bag hanging from her sash and offered it to the hunter, who eagerly snatched it up from her pale fingers to gently nose her claws as though seeking more. She had to smile. He'd warmed up fast.

"You are a brave one," Hoshi murmured, extending a finger into his gaze for permission and slowly stroked his feathers, easing some of the tension from his wing muscles. "A handsome one as well with fearsome eyes and the grace and power to kill with speed."

The hawk squawked quietly, puffing out its chest. Hoshi smiled; the bird reminded her of a bird she'd met in Sesshomaru's courtyard. Proud.

"What things have you seen? I wonder how far you have flown and the wonders you have beheld."

As though the bird truly understood, his head turned toward the South and gave a few weak flaps of his large wings. Hoshi turned her gaze in the same direction. He'd come from the South. She had to wonder if he'd ever been in the realm of the West but how would a creature, as fine as he may be, know such things? She gently prodded his beak with her slender talon and he nipped at it lightly, almost in an affectionate manner. She sighed, looking at the sky as the hawk crept up her arm to take a more firm position on her arm above her wrist. She was always amazed she appeared to have the power to tame the wild creatures that roamed the land or soared in the heavens, but all she had done was learn the language of the forest. She had learned different calls and sang to the creatures to the point she could speak to them, promising them no harm would come to them and she would enjoy their company upon her hand to share her food and warmth. She was used to having the company of animals; they were the only ones she'd had in the beginning and in the two centuries she'd been alone after Inu No Taisho's death. She giggled softly when the hawk nipped at her hair to sit there with strands of silky light green hair hanging from his beak. She stroked his chest feathers in response. He was goofy, huh?

"You truly have a way with the wild creatures," a voice rumbled behind her.

The demoness eye's widened; uh oh. Hoshi clutched the feet of the hawk quickly as the bird startled, letting out a loud call of panic and flapping his wings crazily in fear. Had she not been holding on to his feet the poor bird of prey most likely would have fallen over in a tumble of feathers and squawking. She stroked his feathers and whistled to him softly to calm him; the hawk stared at her wearily and at her new companion before he settled down, but he crept up to her shoulder and appeared to glare. He seemed determined not to leave her all a sudden. The demoness now turned to face one of her companion's; Masa, the leader of the patrol group. She slowly trailed a fingertip gently down the soft feathers of her new friend.

"Masa," she murmured in way of greeting him.

"Shi," he returned, dipping his head slightly but making no move to approach her.

"Was there something you require me to attend to?"

"No. I am merely interested by what you are doing. You have a way of taming the wild creatures."

"I do not tame them, I only promise them no harm will come to them and I will happily share my food and warmth."

"That is impossible," Masa huffed. "No creature can speak to animals."

"You can if you have the patience to learn the language they speak. I have listened to their calls and have come to understand what they mean, so I can speak to them in that manner and I understand what they mean yet we can't speak as you and I do now."

"You had such time?"

"Hai," Hoshi muttered, deciding not to broach on more to that topic and shifted carefully; she'd had a ton of time to herself. "After all, animals are the wonderful companions we share this world with. Why not at least create a sort of bond with them?"

"I suppose so," Masa murmured, tilting his head at the hawk still perched on her shoulder.

"Indeed," she said awkwardly.

"I believe I should call you the guardian of the Earth," the demon mused, rubbing his chin in thought.

"Pardon me, the guardian of the Earth?"

"The name is suiting, oh caretaker of animals and nurturer of plants."

Hoshi looked away with a smile tickling her cheeks, shaking her head lightly. She supposed he had pulled a point. She could see him glance at the horizon in the corner of her eye, eyes narrowing and lips tightening. She tried not to feel nervous as she continued to stroke her feathered companion.

"The watch gone well?"

"Indeed it has. Nothing has been out of place nor has anything occurred out of the ordinary."

Masa sighed, the grip on his staff tightening. She knew it worried the older demon, it concerned her too. Each day passing was growing more stressful for all of them. She knew they were expecting something big. The leader of the patrol now observed her, concern in his eyes.

"You look weary. Perhaps you should join the others at the fire and take a small rest, Shi. I will take your place."

"Oh, I am absolutely fine Masa. I've gone nights without resting, perhaps I am just stressing over the future so I may look tired. I wish to continue to keep watch."

Masa eyed her for a moment in disapproval. She knew he was concerned about her; she hadn't slept in 3 days already. She was unused to being cared for by others except by her friends so experiencing this with Masa was interesting. It took some getting used to. The demon watched her for another moment as he slowly dipped his head in acknowledgement before slipping away back to the fire with a low, "As you wish," trailing on the wind. She sighed heavily, stroking the hawk's feathers as he visibly relaxed with the other demon gone.

Since she had started her patrol at least over a week ago, it definitely had not been what she had been expecting it to be. Hoshi never would have guessed these demons would have been so accepting of her joining the group and trusting her to take her duties seriously, even going as far as watching out for her. She had expected to meet depressed warriors who turned their nose up at her; she knew she would most likely become the outcast and become the invisible ally. It had turned out quite the opposite; she'd actually made friends, allies in her little group. She'd been shocked when instead of ignoring her after being introduced; they'd bombarded her with questions and spoke to her as though she was like any male warrior. They'd never questioned her presence and appeared to enjoy her company, even going as far as glaring at demons who glared at her now. Of course, it had taken time for her to lighten up to her companions but it wasn't hard because they'd been so accepting, trusting, and friendly to her; well, they'd actually been hard to ignore when they'd attempt to talk to her even when she had tried to avoid them and ignore them. She'd been so nervous and fearful of them; why, she didn't know. She actually thought patrol duty was fun due to her companions. They ran together and talked together, even had moments of laughter in the dark times of war. She admired them for being so positive and was grateful they'd accepted her happily and warmly; they'd earned her trust and friendship themselves.

She glanced over her shoulder to watch the group slowly rouse themselves from their slumber, or, well, get kicked in the gut by Masa to get up. She had to smile faintly and shook her head. Masa, normally using force to get his way, never laid a hand on her (she was grateful for that, or most likely his head would end up on Sesshomaru's sword). She watched the tallest demon of the group settle down to stir the morning meal. Masa was an older male Eagle demon with dull silver eyes and gray hair that hung all the way down his back in a braid and bangs pushed back with a black headband. He was the most serious and quiet of the group but every now and then they managed to get him to smile or even laugh. He was very wise but a bit forceful, using physical violence and force to get his way and get his point across. Masa also tended to be a bit charming but he had no patience for whining guards and ones failing to fulfill their duty; he'd whip their feather butts into shape quickly, so it was best to do what he said and remain positive about it. Then there was Tetsuya, who was an older male like Masa but he was a Leopard demon with brown eyes like mud and golden brown hair that curled around his head to his shoulders, a black leopard marking on his forehead. Tetsuya was the most sneakiest and quiet of the group and had the tendency to startle one if they didn't pay attention to the fact his footsteps were softer than a mouse. He was the most compassionate of the group and never stopped smiling; however, he was mute, so he spoke with his eyes and hands. The third member of their group was a male bull demon named Ryota, with one dark red eye with the other eye sealed shut by a scar and light blue hair that was held back by a high ponytail. Ryota was stubborn and the most violent, having the tendency to be protective of anyone within his group and always glared at newcomers or passersby; he was obviously the most hostile. He also was mainly angry; Masa had told her he was this way due to the fact his family hadn't cared for him and thrown him out at a young age and the reason he was so protective was he was so afraid to lose anyone who cared or protected him. Last but not least was Arata, the youngest of the group and the clever little fox demon. He had short red hair and his big orange eyes always sparkling with joy. He was very playful and loved to crack jokes, but to their luck he wasn't one for pranks. He instead made the oddest comments that were often stupid and tried to perk everyone up by acting like a total idiot. However, despite his idiotic manner, he turned out to be quite the mad genius. He reminded her oddly enough of Shippo. As it turned out, Tetsuya was Arata's guardian due to the fact Arata's parents had vanished after a flood in the mountains many years ago; she had to admit, they made quite the pair. Minoru and she were the last of the patrol group. She had to admit though, she couldn't have asked for better comrades than the ones she had. Thinking of spirits earlier, she couldn't help but conclude these living spirits were very unique.

Feeling a faint rumble of hunger within her belly, she glanced up at the bird who still perched on her shoulder. She tenderly cupped the side of his head and smiled wider when the hawk nuzzled her palm and brushed his soft feathers against her fingers.

"Oh, dear brother, it is time you ought to be off and soar the heavens," she murmured to the hawk.

The hawk shuffled sadly on her hand, head tilting downward. Hoshi softened and whispered to the bird she would see him again one day, she would call for him and once that reassured the wild creature she gave him a boast into the air. The hawk flapped his wings strongly and circled her twice before soaring into the horizon. She watched her new friend go. It also amazed her creatures seemed to understand her; they didn't speak Japanese. It was amusing enough they were afraid of her at first but at the end, fond of her and sad to leave. Shaking her head, she wandered in the direction of the fire where her companions were sleepily eating and preparing for another day. All but Arata, who was currently hanging upside down from a tree branch, quickly noticed her from his perch where'd he had been watching Masa and Ryota converse. He was always eager.

"My dear lady," he called to her happily. "Good morning to you!"

"Good morning, Arata," she greeted him warmly.

She took a place by the fire, feeling the strain of standing up for so long leave her legs. Tetsuya smiled at her in his way of greeting before giving her a bowl of 'mush,' as she called it because she had no idea of what it was. She smiled faintly at the feel of warmth radiating from the bowl; her fingers were cold, unknowingly to her. She was glad for it, the night hadn't been very warm but she never complained about it; she'd been in blizzards before with nothing but her average kimono so what was there to complain about when she'd experienced that? She ate slowly, watching Masa give Minoru a swat to the head to get his attention and say something to him. She was curious so listened in.

"I, Ryota, and Tetsuya will be taking the fourth path of patrol while you, Shi, and Arata take the fifth path. We will meet up at Watcher's rock at noon to give reports and switch paths until we reach tonight's resting point at the river."

"Agreed. Shall we send Tetsuya to hunt tonight?"

"Perhaps – We should fed off our rations we have been given."

"You want to eat this again," Minoru mused in a disgusted tone, picking up a spoonful of 'mush' to allow it to dripple nosily into his bowl.

Hoshi had to admit, the sound was not attractive. The mush tended to be lumpy and slimy all at once, not at all appealing but she didn't complain once more because again, she'd had worse to eat. It barely had any taste but she'd helped them discover it tasted better when they chopped up fruits and mixed it in. Today, peach. Still, it wasn't the best meal and she'd eaten it so much during the past two weeks it was getting boring. She'd seen Arata, poor scamp, throw up his portion of food yesterday. She tuned Masa and Minoru out to turn to Tetsuya.

"You did a good job on preparing the mush today," she said faintly.

Tetsuya smiled at her, shrugging.

"Well, at least it was better than Ryota's creation."

Tetsuya winced and shook his head, but he was smiling; it had been funny. That morning's meal had been quickly dumped into a bush.

"That was nasty," Arata chimmed in, plopping himself down next to Hoshi. "I had nightmares about that. Ryota is no cook by no means."

"Shut up," Ryota glowered, glaring at the three sitting by the fire. "I added too much water, sue me."

"It was like eating watery puke," Arata replied. "Maybe slimy poo."

Tetsuya gave Arata a firm glance, swiftly shutting up the fox demon that looked a bit sheepish but perked back up with a giggle as he swiped up a bowl of mush and ate. Hoshi immediately noticed the weary look in his eyes; she knew the mush made him sick. She also noted the slight green hue on his upper cheeks. The way the kid ate, she knew he'd be puking before noon as he already wasn't feeling that great as it was. She sighed to herself, putting down her now empty bowl and pulling out some raw meat from her bag, offering it to the fox demon. If there was something she was known for in the group, it was her compassion and awareness. Arata glanced at her in surprise. She wondered why she hadn't done this sooner.

"Go ahead, eat it," she murmured. "I can hunt later."

Arata gave her a grateful look and immediately took the meat from her hands, eating it quietly. Tetsuya gave her another grateful look; he'd known about Arata's stomach issues with the mush. She smiled at them both.

"Arigato, Shi," Arata said as he took a break between bites.

"Of course," she said, gently ruffling up his hair making him grin at her.

She had honestly grown fond of her group and if that meant giving up her private ration of food (given to her by Sesshomaru), she'd do it. She frowned a bit; she missed Sesshomaru. She hadn't seen him in days and honestly, it was taking its tool. She didn't want to be parted from him at all but she knew it was her duty to patrol for now. She'd get her time with him soon. All the same, as she glanced at the gold in the sky she couldn't help but think of those icy gold eyes staring into hers. She shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts. She couldn't become a love sick pup and think of him. Duty came first. Suddenly curious, she heaved herself to her feet, wandering over to Minoru and ignoring the sudden bickerment between Ryota and Arata. The Eagle demon, whom had been poking at a lump in his mush, glanced up at the shadow and immediately inclined his head in respect towards his lady but not far enough others would notice.

"Good morning, Minoru," she said.

"Morning, Shi," Minoru replied, tilting his head at her. "Did anything happen last night?"

"No, everything was absolutely ordinary. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," he said, then dropped his voice. "My leg is better if that is what you are asking; all I have left is a faint purple line."

"That is good," she replied, then also dropped her voice. "No pains?"

"No."

"I still wish to look at it tonight if you do not mind, I only wish to ensure the wound has healed correctly," she whispered now.

"Hai, as you wish. Are you well, though? No mistreatment?"

"I am well, nothing has occurred," she muttered. Minoru had been protective as of late; he was her bodyguard, but it somewhat reminded her of Sesshomaru and what he would do if she had been being mistreated. She shuddered at the thought. Someone would die, very painfully. She was glad that hadn't happened.

Minoru nodded in response, smiling faintly at her expression as his eyes dropped slightly. She still was unsure about his sudden protectiveness.

"Indeed," Hoshi said, and then dropped her voice again. "Have you any letters from Sakura or Jaken?"

He nodded at her again and slowly withdrew a slender scroll from the depths of his armor, quickly passing it to her before attempting to take another bite of mush with a faint shudder. He hated it. She smiled at him and opened it up, reading. She wouldn't motivate him to complain about it; as a warrior, it was learning to accept what happened and what they lived with. Nothing new but she was slightly amused by the worry she clearly got from the phoenix demoness. She seemed to be more nervous without the company of Minoru or her lady; Jaken wasn't a big help, either. She was only hoping they hadn't destroyed the rooms or attempted to kill each other.

"Shi," a whispery voice called, Hoshi turning around to meet the single red eye gaze of Ryota. "Do you believe I can hit it?"

"Hit what," she asked, turning from Minoru to observe the bull demon.

"That," Ryota whispered, pointing at three clear tiny balls Arata was holding up with a smirk.

"I don't think he can hit them all at once," Arata boasted. "He may be good with the bow and arrow but I don't think he's that good."

Hoshi sighed, shaking her head. Arata and Ryota were always challenging each other to competitions; neither had failed one test so they kept going to see if they could finally beat each other at something. Ryota was stubborn and mean, but after she'd got to known him she'd found he was actually quite nice if one were on his good side and he was very young as well, only a bit older than a century just like Arata. Pups. She glanced at the balls for a moment before shrugging.

"I can only determine that if I see it for myself," Hoshi said, instead of answering the way they wanted her to.

"Well then," Arata crowed. "Let's try, eh Ryota?"

The bull demon glowered but dipped his head in acceptance. He pulled out his bow and an arrow, making Hoshi raise an eyebrow. One arrow? Three tiny balls? This should be interesting. Hoshi was completely aware it took great skill to accomplish such a task; she was an archer herself and even Kagome still was learning how to become a better archer but then again, she was human. Arata leaped up into a high tree branch and held the three balls in his hand. She knew those balls weren't easy to see; they were clear, not vivid. Could Ryota do it? She watched Ryota prepare himself and load his bow, his eyes narrowed in determination. The other members of the group watched silently. They were used to this and besides, it was entertainment. She was only worried about Ryota's pride; bull demons were known for their pride and stubborn ways. Ryota finally nodded he was ready and Arata happily chucked the balls directly up into the air; Hoshi watched the bull demon focus and shoot. They watched the arrow streak through the air and hit a single ball to embed itself into a tree, the other two balls falling to the ground into the leaves below. Ryota looked horrified and his cheeks flushed; he'd failed. Hoshi bit her lip.

"You missed," Arata giggled. "You got one out of three. Nice, but no go."

"The sun got in my eye," Ryota hissed, looking angry.

"Right."

"Let's try again."

"No redo's my-"

"I WILL DO IT AGAIN!"

Everyone winced; Ryota was clearly upset. She'd seen the young bull demon hit three balls with a single arrow that were vivid red but these were smaller and clear. He couldn't do it, he hadn't had enough experience nor was he of the age yet. Besides, he had never performed such an act before. She knew all of this from personal experience. It wasn't easy to become a perfect archer. Kagome wasn't and she wasn't either, but she always tried her best. Arata shrugged it off and retrieved the balls; might as well. Besides, it would prove that Ryota couldn't do something for once; he had his friend beat. Once again, the two were ready and just as Hoshi predicted, Ryota wasn't able to do it at his second chance. She frowned at the boiling red face of the bull demon. She could tell he was about to lose his temper but most of all, she could tell his pride had been wounded. Absolutely damaged by a small task that defined nothing. She stepped forward.

Ryota felt his blood pounding in his ears in fury. His hands clenched violently and his teeth dug into each other with a soft but sickening grinding sound. Why couldn't he do it? Why couldn't he hit three stupid clear balls with a single arrow? Why did he have to fail so much? He glared at the fox demon who was staring at him in disbelief but in amusement. He'd been bested at something he took so much love and pride for. He felt like snapping his bow and giving up. He was a failure anyway; his own Father thought so! He wanted his Father to be proud of him and this proved he never could be, he was an absolute failure! No wonder his Father had thrown him out into the cold; he was a worthless child. He felt like punching the life out of his friend. He felt like tearing his hair out in frustration. He felt like even stabbing himself in the heart with an arrow and ending it all. He wasn't of any worth, anyway. Suddenly, a soft and cold hand landed on his shoulder and he glanced up startled to meet the wise and sad gaze of Shi. His thoughts slammed dead at her touch. Her sky blue gaze bore into his soul but with kindness.

"You did your best, young one," she said softly, ignoring the others around them. "You have made us proud today because you tried."

"How does that make you proud," Ryota growled. "I failed."

"You tried is what is important. You didn't give up and that is what counts. You may have failed today but one day, that task will be easier than you blinking your eye."

"No it won't," he answered dully, bowing his head his whole body shaking from the fury he felt. "I will never learn, I am a failure anyway."

Shi's hand tightened on his shoulder and he glanced up from under his bangs to see the demoness's eyes wide but with such powerful emotion it made him inhale softly. Her eyes revealed pain and sorrow but at the same time, understanding. She couldn't understand! There was no way! Yet, as she stared at him, he felt she somehow did. She lowered her head forward slightly to gaze into his single eye. He somewhat hated that look.

"Ryota," she hummed, her voice low and sad. "You are not worthless, dear child. All of us are here for a purpose we do not yet understand."

"I'm worthless," he barked back. "I've failed at nearly everything! My own Father cast me out because I am nothing!"

"Then he didn't see the real potential you have; you are gifted beyond the rest of us. You will succeed one day and you will if you keep trying."

"I NEVER WILL," he howled now, turning on Shi. "I AM A FAILURE, YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND!"

There was a silence as the others gazed at Shi, awaiting her reaction. They all expected for her to back down and leave him alone, perhaps even slap him, but all she did was smile at him but everyone could see the tears in her eyes. That was a reaction they weren't expecting. Minoru smiled faintly at his lady. He knew why. She understood more than Ryota understood himself.

"Ryota," she said faintly. "I do understand. More than you know, I understand."

Ryota stared at her, speechless. How? Why? As he met the suddenly ancient gaze of Shi, he felt something sweep through his being; respect and awe. She understood. She knew what it was like. But how did she know? His blood continued to boil. He looked away, still angry. He didn't want someone to understand, he wished to be angry and fume, perhaps end it all. He felt his veins pulsing with fury in his wrists, his hands.

"How," he growled now.

"My past is more dark and painful than you could ever imagine," Hoshi responded faintly, making the others stare; she never talked about her past. "I have seen things you couldn't imagine and experienced the most terrible of trails. I understand pain and sorrow like the back of my hand. I cannot tell you fully, but I will tell you this; I was abandoned by my family too."

Ryota felt his heart jump. She was abandoned too? Her gaze revealed she wasn't lying; she was speaking from the heart. Something she rarely allowed them to know about. He looked away from the demoness before him. He could tell she also had said something she hadn't wanted to say, but something she had forced herself to say. Her past was a forbidden topic, but she'd spoken about it on her own terms. He clenched his fists, feeling the blunt edges of his nails dig into his palms. He welcomed the pain warmly; it was nicer than the blow to his pride, the anger he felt at the world.

"Why were you abandoned," he grit out.

There was a long silence before Shi whispered, "Because I was a failure, a disappointment. A disgrace."

"You, a disgrace," he asked, looking at her fully. The gorgeous demoness was a disgrace?

"Hai," she answered gently. "Because of who I am."

"Who are you?"

The demoness suddenly shuddered as though thrown back into reality. She looked away from him. He stared at her. Who was she? What did that mean? Her bangs lowered to cover her eyes and he could see she was gritting her teeth now. Minoru wondered if he needed to step in but his lady recovered, smiling at the young bull demon.

"I don't know," she answered quietly instead.

"Then how do you know you have a purpose," Ryota spat.

"Because the two most important days in your life are the day you are born.. and the day you find out why."

Everyone stared at Shi, who had never looked more ancient to them now than she did. So young, but so wise. Ryota felt his tongue glued to the top of his mouth. He slowly looked at Shi fully, noticing the sad gleam in those eyes he knew always had demons behind them. The demoness tenderly smiled at him and Ryota stared at her. Why wouldn't she leave him alone? Why was she so wise when he wanted to be angry? Why was she being so kind, why did she have to be so loving?

"When will you find out why," he asked her.

"Time moves quickly and one day, I will find my purpose as you will find yours," she answered gently.

The bull demon pondered this for a long moment before he slowly took a deep breath, feeling his temper fade away. He'd never witnessed someone able to calm him down before but as he gazed at Shi, he knew she was wiser than her years and someone with the gift of understanding and love. She patted his shoulder affectionately and he saw the others behind them looking stunned but relieved, happy for him. Something they had been trying to get him to understand but something only Shi had been able to teach. He wondered why he even was allowing her to touch him; he didn't like being touched, it often resulted in wounds or a cruel hand. He glowered but made no move to get away.

"Never give up," Shi hummed. "And one day, you will become the warrior you want to be. Just like I did because I never gave up, I never quit. I kept walking, I kept trying."

"Really," he said dully.

"Really. I was once just like you and now, I am no longer because I kept trying. It is like the small baby tree in the shadow of a larger tree. Despite the largeness and power of the large tree, the baby tree grew listening not to the insults nor even acknowledging the harm it was inflicted. It grew, until it was larger than the tree who had towered over before it in the beginning. As long as one is determined, they shall never fail."

"Then prove it," Ryota challenged now. "Shoot those clear balls and if you do, I'll believe you."

There was a small silence as the demoness appeared to observe him for a moment, as though considering him. She didn't want to appear proud or boastful of herself, but she knew this was something she needed to do.

"As you wish, Ryota," Shi said softly, but kindly. "Arata, could you throw those clear balls into the air for me?"

Arata eyed her with wide eyes and slowly nodded, retrieving the fallen balls. He'd made this test for the victim to fail, not succeed. What was Shi trying to do? The others continued to watch silently but he knew they were as surprised as he was. This test was a constant failure. Would Shi be able to do it? What if she failed? He was nervous for the outcome but nevertheless jumped back onto his perch and watched as Shi took position below. Ryota was watching with wide eyes. She'd accepted his challenge?

"Arata, instead of three, can you throw seven of those balls into the air for me?"

She ignored the inhales she received at her request. Seven clear balls to hit? When Ryota only hit one and others always failed? Arata swallowed thickly but pulled out a few more to the estimated amount she wanted, holding them out for her to see. She nodded at him, her expression blank but focused. Did she even know what she was getting herself into? She didn't pull out her bow. Arata frowned; he had the feeling she'd fail.

"I'm ready, Arata."

The fox demon nodded once and with a deep breath, threw the clear balls into the air. Hoshiko stared into the air hard and saw it; the faint gleam of the sun. She had told Ryota she had been a failure, she wanted to teach him what he could do if he kept trying. She whipped out her bow and strung two arrows, barely targeting as she fired nearly with a blind eye. The arrows streaked towards their prey and four clear balls met their end at the sharp tips, each taking two out and sending the remains shimmering and sparkling as they fell to the forest floor. As though dancing, Shi spun on her heel to snatch the spear she had called Nagereboshi from her back and hurled it into the air and the remaining three clear balls were struck and shattered at the force into dust, the spear continuing its graceful flight to embed itself perfectly at the tip of a pine tree beyond the cliff. There was a soft silence as the others stared at Shi in shock and wonder. She turned to them and smiled, as though she hadn't done anything incredible.

"Ryota," she said, eyes on the stunned bull demon. "Keeping trying and once day, you may surpass me at this task."

She was abnormal as she held out her hand for the spear to return into her grasp, leaving the poor trees tip destroyed by the force of the impact, without even looking at it and shrugged it back into its carrier. Her companions shook themselves out of their daze and approached her with exclamations of awe and congratulations. Ryota approached her, struck dumb. She hadn't only hit three clear balls, but seven, and with two weapons within the span of five seconds. Suddenly, he felt ashamed of himself. He'd treated her badly when she'd tried to comfort him and she'd responded with kindness, no anger at all towards his reactions. She'd done that for him, so he'd understand. Shi had definitely earned his respect; she deserved it. He suddenly didn't want to be like his Father, but her. Not the cruel hearted and violent demon his Father was, but the wise, powerful, and caring warrior she was. She was a blend of shadow and light. He wanted to be like her.

"That was… good," he forced himself to say when she was within earshot.

"Thank you, young one."

"I hope I can be like you one day."

"You can if you keep trying, keeping fighting, and never give up."

"I will."

"But, Ryota? Promise me something."

"What," he asked, confused. What could she want from him?

"Don't be like me," she hummed, smiling at him. "I want you to be yourself, because that is the most incredible thing you can do. Don't let others drag you down because they can't accept who you are, but only listen to the ones who care and accept you."

He nodded numbly, dumbfounded as she turned to talk to Masa and Tetsuya. Be himself? He wanted to frown. His Father had thrown him out for not being the bull demon he'd wanted him to be. She'd been proud of him trying, unlike his Father. He had tried, he'd failed, but she was proud of him. He had wanted to make his Father proud but suddenly, that didn't matter anymore. He wanted to make her proud; to be a powerful warrior but at the same time, himself. He glanced down at his hand and to his surprise, found a clear ball in his hand. When had – he remembered. She had gently pushed this into his hand. A reminder. He faintly smiled, for the first time in a long time. He'd make her proud.

"You okay, kid?"

He looked up at Masa and said, "Yeah," in his whispery voice. For the first time in a long time, he meant it. For some reason, he didn't feel angry; he was happy for the first time in years. He watched the demoness wander away with an excited Arata behind her with a faint smile; she was unlike any one he'd ever met.

"How'd you do that," Arata demanded, hovering at Hoshi's shoulder in pure excitement.

"With time, practice, and experience."

"That was so neat! I have never seen anything like it!"

"I'm glad you think so," Hoshi replied with a smile.

"I'm so impressed, you were the first to succeed at that!"

"I guess," Shi shrugged, not boastful.

"I never doubted you that you couldn't of course, I knew you'd do it!"

"Really," Minoru droned, looking at Arata with a raised eyebrow. "We all felt your doubtful aura."

"No, I was merely nervous for the ladies welfare!"

"Please."

As Arata and Minoru began to duel it out, she rolled her eyes. If it wasn't Ryota and Arata bickering, it was Arata and Minoru. She sometimes felt like the oldest in this group when she clearly was the third to youngest. She glanced at the rising sun. The fiery orange and red consumed the sky as though bathing it in fire. A gorgeous morning. She smiled when a flock of birds soared overhead chirping loudly as though announcing to the world it was morning and time to start another day. She glanced back when she heard scuffles to find Minoru had put Arata into a headlock, making the fox demon squirm and attempt to get out as he protested this loudly. She shook her head. Tetsuya appeared at her shoulder and glanced at the two fighting with a roll of the eyes and shaking his head in exasperation. She had to smile and giggle faintly.

"Okay, break it up, break it up," Masa muttered as he gave the two each a whack to the head and drug them apart.

Ready to go Tetsuya signed to her.

Hoshi nodded.

She bent over to grab the small bag he'd deposited at her feet when the crunching of leaves caught her attention. She glanced to the East. Someone was sprinting toward them but she relaxed when the visible flag of the North was strapped to his shoulder; a messenger. She wondered why she hadn't detected him before but then again, she was trying not to flare out her own aura too much to avoid detection of her sea serpent blood. Not only that, she'd had to grow used to being surrounded by multiple demons that were her potential allies. Masa glanced up and blinked at the newcomer's presence; they rarely got letters from anyone for their group. Ryota immediately grew defensive at the sight of the messenger; Hoshi could tell by the way his hair spiked up and his eye narrowed. The messenger approached them slowly.

"Captain Masa," he greeted respectfully, bowing his head slightly in respect.

"Natso," the patrol leader responded, inclining his head back. "You have come far."

"I have, but it was a very important letter."

"Another letter for Minoru," Masa questioned throwing a glance in said demon's direction.

Hoshi knew what he was thinking; Minoru got a lot of letters from a certain phoenix demoness residing at the Northern Palace. To the group's surprise, Natso shook his head slowly and withdrew a scroll from the bag at his waist.

"No," Natso answered quietly. "A command from the Northern Palace."

"For whom," Masa asked bewildered.

Natso just shot the patrol leader a glance as he rolled open the scroll, eyes setting upon its surface before reading it a loud to them in a very formal voice.

Lady Misaki of the North requests the presence of Shi, the servant of Lord Sesshomaru of the West, for personal reasons.

The group turned to look at Shi with surprise; The Lady of the North wanted Shi? Why would someone of such high rank request the presence of someone below her level, but perhaps it was the reason she was in the service of the most powerful demon, Lord Sesshomaru? The demoness immediately recalled when she had told the Northern Lady she would be honored to spend time with her. She had to smile faintly. Still, Hoshi was surprised; it was early morning, barely dawn. The Lady must be an early riser, just like Rin was. She shrugged it off and stepped forward.

"I'm Shi."

"Well then," Natso said faintly, his posture straightening up his whole character appearing to change. "The Lady is awaiting you."

"Of course, I will humbly obey her," she responded in the manner she was supposed to, glancing at Masa now. "I will join you as soon as I fulfill Lady Misaki's request."

"We will await your return," Masa answered, nodding at her as though dismissing her. "Go on now."

The messenger turned in the direction he came when Hoshi stepped forward to follow him. Ryota hair's spiked up farther and a low growl escaped his teeth immediately making Natso flinch away slightly and take a larger detour around the bull demon, ignoring the demon's low remark of "If she doesn't return safely, I will kill you." Hoshi shook her head at him and immediately, he silenced but he still looked overly protective. Good, the pup knew who was the alpha. Her inner demon growled softly in appreciation. She tried not to make it worse by looking back at her group so it wouldn't look like she was making it seem like as though she wasn't begging them to save her from what fate await her. Once out of sight of the group, though, Natso glanced back at her with venom in his eyes. Ah, so he was one of those demons who disapproved her; despised her maybe. She just looked at him in return. She felt no need to make this worse, but she had the feeling Natso already wanted her to fit into the 'female' role or even dead. Her inner demon went on alert immediately at his gaze.

"Let's go," he bit out, voice low and dark. "Why the honorable Northern Lady would want to spend time in your presence is beyond me, foul reeking wrench who has no manners or respect toward her role, but let us not keep the lady waiting. She shouldn't even desire to spend time with you."

Natso broke out into a run and Hoshi, shrugging it off, followed. She was used to the hostile comments now anyway. Captain Waku and his second in command Ronin already despised her for making a fool out of them over a week ago and obviously wanted nothing to do with her, they'd even avoided her like the plague. The messenger appeared like he wanted to outrun her or lose her at some point to leave her alone and perhaps be slaughtered by the panther demons but he soon discovered it was useless; she was faster than he was and even then, her senses were extremely honed. Besides, she actually liked the fact he was almost an equal to her speed; she'd learned that the fastest demons were chosen to be the messengers which she understood. They were less likely to get killed as they ran the messages. Her inner demon was annoyed by his behavior; he should knew she was his superior. She tried not to think about it, because her inner demon had recently taken on this behavior; no one was above her except Lord Sesshomaru and Lord Takahiro. The only one she'd submit to, however, was only Lord Sesshomaru. Hoshi didn't even like this; despite her good heart, she didn't like to submit at all. It had taken Inu No Taisho a lot to get her to submit to him; she had yet to submit to Sesshomaru. She tried to ignore those thoughts now; she'd thought too much already today. She simply enjoyed the feel of the dirt beneath her feet and the smells that drifted past her nose. She loved to feel the muscles stretch and flex to compromise on different groups and feel the wind in her hair as she ran. She ignored the hostile glares she got as she passed other demons. Hoshi had the feeling if her group were here, those glares would drop quite quickly.

"This way," Natso spat, turning sharply and she quietly followed.

They ran into the courtyard. No one paid attention at their arrival but again, she didn't miss the glares she got at her appearance. She looked around, hoping to see Lord Sesshomaru standing among them. She didn't see her beloved. Her inner demon pouted quietly but continued not to speak. She tried not to frown at the displeasure coming from the both of them and followed the demon into the Northern Palace, immediately feeling the temperature change. Just like her mood. She stroked the handle of Taiyo in comfort. She wished she knew her Mother, the Dragon General Kasumi. For some reason, this felt like she was receiving her mother's comfort, through her fang. She glanced up at the messenger pausing to turn around, glaring at her.

"Before you enter into the Northern Lady's presence, you should change into something more honorable," he growled.

She said nothing, but inclined her head in understanding and walking in the direction of her rooms. She heard the messenger follow; she half wondered if she'd get a sword through the chest. Yet, she knew he was wiser than that, at least, she hoped he was. If he attempted to kill her, she'd slaughter him. She'd received too many wounds to the point she could fight if she was bleeding to death or with broken limbs. He'd fail against her, she knew that. It was without question. She had too much experience, spilling too much blood. But, she had no desire to kill a potential ally; he was a servant of the North despite of his hatred for her. Her inner demon wasn't very approving of this, but silently agreed to killing him if he showed any sign of threatening her life. Not only that, but he'd have a whole trail of angry demons on his tail. She wandered down a familiar hallway and knocked on the door after a brief tug to discover it was locked. She heard slow footsteps and then, she was looking into the pink eyes of Sakura. The phoenix demoness gasped, looking behind her at the demon (luckily) before looking at her again. She looked surprised but happy to see her lady.

"Shi," she said slowly in greeting, stepping aside to let her in.

"Sakura," Hoshi responded, grateful her retainer was so smart not to speak out of turn.

Hoshi stepped into the apartment and turned to the messenger, who was attempting not to glare at her now.

"I will not be long," was all she said as Sakura wisely slid the door shut.

She barely was able to see his nod as the door shut. Sakura turned to her, mouth opening, but her lady quickly silenced her by shaking her head. Jaken glanced up from the fire and said a very soft "milady" but did nothing more. Hoshi was very grateful for smart servants; she was worried what would happen if they called her "milady" in front of the Northern servants. Sakura silently followed her farther into the apartment and into her room, also shutting the door behind her as Hoshi sat down on the cot to start pulling off her armor. Her servant gave her a concerned glance but came to help her, her fingers beginning to work on the ties without asking. The armor began to slacken from Hoshi's chest and she was glad for it; it did sort of squish her breasts in a painful manner, especially if the front of the armor shattered to dig into her chest. She tried not to sigh in a faint relief.

"Sakura," she said quietly. "Please retrieve the yellow kimono from the large bag by the door."

"Of course, milady," Sakura answered, hurrying over to retrieve the kimono.

Hoshi wondered why she was even redressing; she'd just have to put back her armor tonight. But, out of respect for the Northern Lady, she'd dress properly. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail and fluffed it up with her hands, shaking it out. It fell around her face in a halo. Sakura placed her kimono onto the cot and came up from behind her, untying the swords at her waist and placing it against the wall. Hoshi said nothing.

"Milady, please pardon me," Sakura finally said. "Why have you returned?"

"Lady Misaki has requested for me to join her this morning, so I thought it proper if I dressed more as a lady."

"Ah," Sakura breathed, helping her lady pull off the white yukata she wore.

Hoshi turned towards her retainer now.

"Are you well, Lady Hoshiko?"

"Indeed I am."

"That is good," Sakura hummed softly.

"How have things fared here," she said, relieved she hadn't come to destruction.

"Well, milady, Jaken prepares the meals and I keep the apartment in order. It was the best solution we could come up with for now."

"Wisely done, my servant."

"Arigato, although milady?"

"Hai?"

"How is Minoru?"

"He is fine, the wound has healed nicely. Don't worry over him; he has done well so far."

Sakura nodded as she helped her lady into the yellow kimono. It was utterly beautiful in her opinion; she wouldn't doubt if Lord Sesshomaru had given it to her. The cloth was like yellow sunshine with a green neckline and light green flowers along the shoulders and sleeves. It really brought out the ladies skin and hair. Sakura was quick about tying the baby blue obi around her waist and pulled three flowers from the ladies flower vase, yanking her hair up into a bun and placing the flowers at its side. The yellow and single blue flower complimented the kimono perfectly. She withdrew a single thinly woven golden rope with the ends decorated with fine diamonds to tie it also around her ladies waist. She watched her lady pull out her silver earring to attach a diamond to it before putting it back in. The lady didn't need make-up; her natural shaded eyes and pink lips had no need for more beauty. Sakura wouldn't even imagine what her lady would look like with face paints on; she'd be beyond gorgeous. She smiled warmly at the mirror where her lady was gazing.

"You are beautiful, milady."

"Thank you, Sakura."

"Are you truly well, milady? You seem sad."

"Oh no, simply tired," Hoshi answered kindly, smiling at her retainer through the mirror. "I will sleep tonight, thank you for your concern."

"Of course, milady. Please, be careful."

"I will, dear one."

Hoshi rose to her feet and to Sakura's surprise, strapped Taiyo to her waist. Sakura bit her lip as she sprayed the lady with a perfume around the neckline and her wrists.

"Milady, is that improper?"

"No. No matter what I am doing, I want my weapon with me; we never know when we will be attacked."

"Hai, milady. As you wish."

Sakura fussed for another moment before consenting the lady proper enough to leave. She was surprised the lady had gotten ready in such short notice; too much practice, perhaps? She wanted so much to speak more but sensed the urgency of the situation. Hoshi rushed out of her apartment to the entrance, Jaken staring at her now with amusement or amazement Hoshi wasn't sure. She knew she looked quite lovely; a glance at a mirror said so. She opened the door, surprising the messenger and his eyes widened in surprise. He quickly adjusted and attempted not to frown as Sakura appeared at her shoulder. Hoshiko stepped into the hallway.

"Let's go, I don't want to keep the lady awaiting me any longer," Hoshi said, ignoring the annoyance appear in Natso's eyes as he silently turned around and walked away.

"Good luck," Sakura breathed faintly as she shut the door without question as the two left; the lady was in a hurry.

The messenger, glaring now, guided her through the hallways. She was only glad she had been able to get ready quickly; she didn't want to keep Lady Misaki waiting. Only, when she returned, she wished to discuss more with Sakura. She hadn't been able to even broach one topic, but she had been in a hurry. She observed the engravings on the dark wood and observed the servants hurrying to get their duties done. All of them refused to meet her eyes but it didn't bother her. She knew why, anyway. She wondered why the Northern Lady had requested for her presence now; lonely, perhaps. She hurried after her guide. Hoshi couldn't help but wonder where Lord Sesshomaru was. She hoped to get a glimpse of him but to her dismay, she didn't see him. She tried not to look disappointed as the guide finally stopped before a door and bowed to the two guards standing there. She knew Lord Sesshomaru was okay but all the same, she'd like to see him for herself. That was when she realized where she was; the private part of the Northern Palace, the place where the Northern Lord and Lady lived. She blinked, looking at the two guards fully now. Her inner demon held her breath in her head, on alert but slowly relaxing. The Northern Lady posed no threat; yet.

"Who are you and state your business here," the guard on the left boomed.

"Natso, servant of the North, comes with the Northern Lady's requested guest, Shi of the West."

The guards switched glances before the one on the right slid open the door and disappeared inside. Hoshi stood quietly as Natso figeted. He seemed nervous to be in this part of the palace, she realized. What, his own allies killing him? She didn't feel relaxed, but she could sure fake it. Unlike her companion. Hoshi smoothed out her fancy kimono, glancing at the excess trailing out behind her. She hadn't noticed until now. She was glad when the other guard reappeared, looking at her now with interest.

"Lady Misaki awaits you," the guard said.

She stepped forward to follow the guard and didn't give Natso even a farewell glance as she entered the Northern Lady's private quarters. He hadn't been very kind, but he'd done enough to get her here and that would earn him at least her acceptance. She glanced around her as the guard led her through the rooms to the dining area as she called it, with doors open to reveal a beautiful garden but her attention was held by the very room. The walls were made of red wood and gold, decorated with fine engravings with beautiful lights hanging from the ceiling with half melted candles. Sunlight streamed in the tall windows, the room's aura warm and joyful. It took Hoshi a moment to realize the Northern Lady was sitting at a red wood table, looking at her with a warm but small smile. She smiled back immediately.

"Shi, servant of the West," the guard said in a formal tone, bowing lowly to the lady.

"Thank you, Baku. You are dismissed."

The guard bowed even lower and faded away, leaving the two ladies alone. The Northern Lady gestured for Hoshi to take a place across from her.

"Shi," Lady Misaki greeted warmly in her low tone. "I am so glad you could join me today."

"I am glad to be joining you, milady," Hoshi returned, sitting down across from the lady as commanded.

"Shi," the lady said gently. "Please, address me as Misaki. No need to use my title for now."

"As you wish, Misaki."

The Northern Lady smiled back softly.

"How do you fare," Misaki asked sweetly.

"I have been well off," Hoshi answered honestly. "I have enjoyed being here, even if it is for war. It's an adventure. How have you been?"

"I am well, thank you."

"I am very glad to hear so, Misaki. I have heard it has been very burdensome these past days for the rulers."

"It has been," Misaki sighed heavily now. "I have not had any time for relaxation until now, so I desired the company of someone. I hope my invitation didn't disrupt anything of importance for you."

"Of course not, milady. I am very honored to be able to spend time with you."

"I am very glad," Misaki said, suddenly looking tired. "I needed the company of a friend."

Friend," Hoshi thought. It sounded.. nice to hear, from the Northern Lady. Does this mean the Northern Lady already has befriended me, despite only meeting me once that night?

Hoshi had spent several hours in the company of the Northern rulers after having dinner with them that night with Lord Sesshomaru. Misaki had gotten a few moments alone with her when the two Lords had disappeared to discuss more war plans and they'd been able to talk. Not about much, but enough for them to grow comfortable with each other. She'd discovered Misaki was a very shy and weak type of demoness who was very obedient, submissive, and sensitive. She had enjoyed Lady Misaki's company, oddly. She usually didn't lighten up around anyone but she had around Rin; it was like that case.

"I'm very honored you called on me," Hoshi said honestly. "As I said before, you are always welcome to call on me."

Misaki smiled now, gently.

"I am curious though, how have your patrols been?"

Hoshi shifted on the cushion she sat upon, smiling faintly back.

"The patrols are never boring or dull, there is always something exciting about each and every day. I have enjoyed seeing the new sights and exploring the terrain of the North, even interacting with the creatures. Even my companions are wonderful."

"I am glad to hear that although we would rarely find peace or joy in such a time," the Northern Lady said, tapping her pearl earrings with a nail.

"I have learned to cherish even the smallest of good because even one candle can wipe out the darkness or the smallest hope can raise your spirits," Shi said quietly, folding her hands on her lap. "One thing can make the biggest difference, even the sun rising upon the darkest day. Or a smile can make your day."

Misaki felt herself swallow hard at that, her tongue tied. She remembered despite Shi's years, she spoke with an ancient tongue at times that was equal to an elder, a demon several thousands of years old. The wisdom Shi possessed was beyond her; it made her feel so young beside her, even though they were only two centuries apart. Yet, she felt that the wisdom had a darker side that lurked behind her kind eyes, as dark as the shadow and as poisonous as spilt blood. She shook it off.

"That is true," Misaki answered gently. "The smallest things can mean the most."

"Or the smallest thing can destroy you," Shi said softly with a faint smile. "I've learned it quoted that way."

"Truly? Why would it be taught to you that way?"

"Simply because I've seen both of those occurrences happen within my lifespan. Besides, I've seen it happen enough by personal experience that I believe it with all my heart. The smallest things can save you or destroy you."

"How saddening," Misaki murmured, looking down for a moment.

"It is not saddening, Misaki. It is the nature of life. Just like the peach seed will always grow into a peach tree, not an apple tree. Some things are set in stone while others can be changed if one chooses so."

"I'm glad at least we have a foundation, things that are set in stone. Although I dread what is good or evil."

"The foundation is never necessarily good or evil, but it is what we chose to do with it that determines its nature."

Misaki stared at Hoshiko for a long moment, swallowing hard.

"You truly believe that?"

"Misaki, our choices determine our fate. What we do with what the fates give us determine who we are."

"I never thought of it that way," Misaki whispered, placing a hand over her heart; that seemed like such a responsibility.

"I never thought of it that way originally myself, I was taught to see the world that way through the eyes of heaven."

"Who taught you this, Shi?"

"I taught myself how to see the world as good no matter how dark the darkest day may be. It is best to learn what you stand for and what you believe in because when you are in darkness to face the foe, even your shadow leaves you to stand alone."

Misaki's eyes widened.

"We need a spirit like yours more often," Misaki whispered. "We need someone who can find the faintest light no matter how dark the time may be."

"They are easy to find, if you look in the darkest soul."

"Like yours?"

Shi looked up at the Northern Lady through her bangs; she made no acknowledgement. Yet, Lady Misaki knew she'd hit a nerve. It was true; the way she spoke, it was though her past was nothing but darkness. The demoness shrugged this off.

"Has much occurred during my absence on my patrol," Shi asked. "I haven't been able to keep in full contact with anyone in the Northern Palace for that information."

"Lord Takahiro and Lord Sesshomaru have been discussing battle plans and working with the guards on the walls for the past few days," Misaki answered, disappointed at Shi's evasiveness. "I haven't spoken to them myself for some time but I have been assisting the servants prepare to evacuate if necessary and running the palace to the best of my ability in Lord Takahiro's absence."

"You have done a remarkable job."

"Arigato. I have my attendants to thank for assisting me in my hard times."

"Companions are always cherished," Shi murmured gently, smiling at her. "They make life worthwhile no matter how small their purpose."

"True," Misaki breathed. "I have always enjoyed the company of my dear friends and allies. Besides, I wouldn't be here without their support. Although, who are those wonderful companion's you spoke of who join you on your patrol? I am most curious to know who you speak of so fondly."

"Ah, my companions are Captain Masa, Tetsuya, Ryota, Arata, and Minoru."

"Oh, Masa. He is a very loyal servant and one my mate favors. It pleases me Takahiro has placed you within his patrol; Masa has a good heart."

"Oh, no. I wasn't placed by Lord Takahiro but I joined Minoru, who happened to be a part of Masa's patrol group."

"I see," Misaki replied, raising an eyebrow at her. "A very lucky choice of fate indeed."

"Hai."

Lady Misaki smiled at her and gestured to someone over Hoshi's shoulder, whom didn't startle after flaring out her aura so slightly to feel the weak aura's of the servants. Several demonesses's filed into the room with dishes made of fine glass to place upon the table separating the two of them. Tea, rice, and several varieties of meats filled Hoshi's nose with fine aromas. She basked in the scents; she'd eaten mush for days so this meal would be welcomed warmly. Mush barely had a scent as it was, well, Ryota had proved that wrong a few days ago when he'd been assigned to make the morning meal. The smell that had resided off that creation had been utterly foul. The servants faded away as the Northern Lady poured herself a cup of tea, stirring in some sugar.

"Would you have some," Misaki offered. "It is some of the finest Jasmine tea for miles around."

"My greatest apologies but I must decline," Hoshi said, smiling kindly. "Arigato for the offer. Water will suit me fine."

"Is tea too bitter for you to drink?"

"The flavor doesn't appeal to me nor does it have any agreement with my stomach."

Misaki giggled quietly as she watched Shi pour water into her cup instead before taking a small sip. She was glad Shi looked relaxed and comfortable in her presence; she wasn't completely naïve to the tenseness she appeared to carry with her at all times. She always seemed weary, on her guard. She didn't understand why someone of such power would feel that way, especially in the grounds of many allies. Besides, it made her curious to know why and how Shi had become a warrior. She rarely met demonesses trained in the art of war and Shi was only the second she'd met; the last one had been years ago but she had died due to a heart wound. Her main question was, why was Shi like this? A fine and beautiful lady, but with a wild and untamable fire in her eyes; a unique nature beyond from what she'd seen before. As she gazed at the demoness across from her who acted so innocent and kind, she knew she could kill. It sent a shudder up her spine.

"Are you well, Misaki," Shi asked, jolting her out of her thoughts. "You blanked out."

"Hai, I am completely well. I was only lost in thought."

Shi gently smiled; she knew how that was.

"I am most curious," Shi began, gesturing to her pearl earrings and seashell hairclip. "Why so fond of the treasures of the sea?"

"The sea is one of the most beautiful places in the world. I have always enjoyed being there because it is so peaceful, it's an escape from my duties as Lady of the North."

"It is very beautiful. I have always enjoyed walking along the beaches myself. I like to collect shells and let the waves caress my toes."

"I know how well that delight is," Misaki giggled. "Have you ever taken a ride along the beaches of the North during sunset?"

"No. I have never ventured this far into the Northern providence even though I have wandered many places," Hoshi admitted. "I rarely remained in one place for long."

"Ah, are you a nomad?"

"I used to be, but I haven't since I was enlisted into Sesshomaru's command."

"That still must of have been wonderful, to see things others have not and be able to enjoy the pleasures and beauty of nature."

"It was. I have explored much of Japan and found many wonders, such as hidden waterfalls and explored dark caves. I've even swam in the sea. It is like an adventure, never the same even if you returned to the same place."

"That is very true," Misaki agreed. "Even when I return to the same place to relax, it is never the same as the time before that."

"That is what is so beautiful about nature; it always is changing into something new. Even when a forest dies out, it always returns to life."

"You appear to have a great fondness for nature."

"I do," Hoshiko said, putting down her teacup. "Nature is so beautiful and peaceful, never good or evil. The fact the Earth will always live again and no fire or weather can destroy her because she has the power to return as beautiful as before is a lesson, never give up and come back stronger than ever. It grows and dies, always constant in each generation that passes; the stories the trees could tell if they could speak! The highest tree to the softest grass is a treasure if you see it, only open your eyes to the greatest glory of all."

"A great belief comes with great wisdom," the Northern Lady whispered, hand over her hand once more. "Nature is beautiful and everlasting."

"That is why we should make an impact on Mother Nature, because our impact will remain forever in the whispers of the trees. Make a difference in our world."

"Do you think you've made a good impact Shi?"

"I've done both good and evil," Shi murmured, her talon tracing a line on the table. "My fate will be always remembered for all time."

"Then the trees will have a legend to speak about," Misaki said honestly with a kind sparkle in her eyes.

Shi blinked for a long moment before smiling at her warmly but she didn't miss the sorrow and pain conflicting in those sky blue eyes. Misaki smiled back, deciding not to broach more on the topic, before glancing out the window at the rising sun. She sighed happily.

"Is it not a beautiful day?"

"Very beautiful indeed. I've always enjoyed feeling the sun's warmth on my back."

"It is good for the soldiers," Misaki stated, picking at her chicken. "It has been raining these past few days and I admit, it hasn't been pleasant for them."

Shi shrugged with a low "I suppose."

Do you not agree? It has been a nuisance with all the mud it's created and it's depressed the soldiers more, it's even made it harder to patrol the grounds."

"It didn't disturb me," Shi said, looking out the window herself. "Sometimes, you just have to feel the rain or otherwise, you just get wet."

Misaki blinked.

"Pardon?"

"You have to feel the rain or otherwise you'll just get wet," Shi repeated, looking at her now. "Rain is beautiful if you see it in its purest form; life. It sparkles like the rainbow when it falls from the sky and the Earth smells so beautiful afterward, filling the world with life and drink. Feel it and cherish it and it will caress your skin in life's most wonderful kisses; love. It is as beautiful as nature if we learn to cherish everything the Earth gives us."

"My," Misaki breathed. "You know so much."

"Perhaps too much?"

"No. It's a gift I would love to have."

Misaki suddenly flinched as a loud crash resounded from behind them, noting with surprise that Shi barely moved at the sound although her eyes drifted in the direction the sound had come from. They turned to see a very upset demoness, picking up the pieces of a teapot. She was apologizing frantically. Misaki covered her pounding heart with a delicate hand. No one noticed Shi's saddened and worried expression but they soon did. Shi suddenly rose to her feet and wandered over to the upset's demonesses side to gently kneel down to her to place a hand on her shoulder, smiling gently and warmly, to the group's surprise and wonder; what was she doing? The servant seemed startled.

"It is alright," Shi said, reaching to help her pick up the broken glass. "It was an accident, here, let me help you."

The group remained silent as the two demoness's worked together to clean up the mess. No one missed the shocked air around them. Misaki was absolutely stunned; no guest of hers had done that before. The servant looked so relieved by the help she looked ready to burst into happy tears, so relieved she wasn't in trouble. The Northern Lady could only watch them. Shi obviously had a very mysterious but at the same time, wonderful and dark past. She'd experienced things she never would and was wise for it. She was kind and tender, gentle and wise, but most of all compassionate and sacrificing all because of what she'd experienced through her younger years. Even if she was secretive, she still tried to tell her enough to understand and stubborn enough not to give up easily on her secrets. Misaki admired her for that; she was submissive and obedient, easily startled and weak. She was taught only to do what she was required, nothing about life outside her realm or the art of war. It ashamed her to be like this especially when compared to a demoness who was no more than a warrior. Shi, done in her task, helped the servant to her feet and smiled tenderly. Everyone could feel the gentleness and kindness radiating off Shi so well it made even them relax.

"Go on now, don't worry about what happened here," Hoshiko said to the wide eyed but nodding servant, who looked so grateful who whispered "arigato, milady," in return.

The servant bowed once and disappeared with the broken glassware, leaving the rest of the servants to fade away into the background to leave Shi and Misaki alone once more. No one missed the difference in mood; they were more relaxed, feeling good inside. What kind of gift did that demoness have? The Northern Lady watched Shi sit down at the table silently, eating more of her rice as though nothing had happened. Misaki was amazed at her behavior, so it took her a few moments to decide what to say. Shi remained silent until her companion was able to speak once more.

"That was kind of you, Shi," Misaki managed to get out, brushing her hair back again. "But unnecessary, she could have tended to the mess herself."

"It is always necessary to assist those who need it, no matter their status," Shi answered wisely, glancing at her. "She may be just a servant, but she is a soul who means much to the deceased. What kind of person would I be, receiving much but giving nothing in return? It is my habit to help even the strongest to the weak. I return as much as I can and I hope my good deeds will be remembered beyond the grave to the ones I gave my help too, no matter who I am or what I have done."

"You are so good-hearted Shi, so tender and pure. To me, you would be the mortal example of an angel."

"If that is true, I am a fallen angel. I have no white wings, but black."

"That is beyond me to believe, Shi; you are no fallen angel. I have just seen you assist one of the lowest servants in the palace without hesitation and with kindness you did so. You came here to help us despite having no responsibility to do so; it isn't your fight despite your loyalty to Lord Sesshomaru. Not only that, I have seen you sing to the birds in the trees and coax the creatures from their dens to lay upon your lap, for example the small rabbit in the public garden."

Hoshi raised an eyebrow; she hadn't known the Northern Lady had seen that, she thought she had been alone in the garden a few days ago. She opened her mouth to speak up, but Misaki continued on.

"Your wings are not black, Shi. Only the darkest of souls have earned those wings and you are one of the souls I have seen who do deserve white wings. So what I have seen of you, Shi, is not making sense with what you tell me. I see an angel in you, but no fallen angel."

"Shall I explain it," Hoshiko said slowly, putting down her chopsticks. "You seem to forget despite my good nature, I have a cold heart that beats side by side with my warmth. I have been trained to kill, milady. You look at me and see someone good, but when I look back on what I've done I can't agree with you. When someone looks into my eyes they cannot imagine the suffering I hide and brutality I have seen. When they see my smile they cannot see the pain behind it and the damage my fangs have inflicted. When they feel my gentle and caring hands they cannot imagine those same hands tearing my victims into pieces and drenched in their blood. Misaki, I have killed so much I could fill a large lake with the blood of the lives I have taken. I may look good and innocent, but I inflict pain and murder. My past is dark and violent, but there are rays of sunshine too. This is my fate; live, be good, but harm and murder in the shadows. I'm not as good as you think."

"I don't judge people by their past, I judge them based on their actions and what I have seen. What I have seen is the mortal example of an angel who uses the art of war to protect herself and the people she loves," Misaki said with a faint smile as she placed a comforting hand on Shi's wrist. "I do not think you deserve such a fate, you are too good-hearted to suffer so."

"Why does no one think I'm a monster for being a murder who has taken over a thousand lives," her friend whispered, staring at Misaki.

"Because no other demons on these lands cannot say they have not taken at least one life."

"I'm not talking about minor demons," Shi said darkly. "I'm talking about high ranking demons too. I've taken lives of hundreds of equal measures."

"At least you admit this wrong even when you smell my fear," Misaki said, trying to choke her frightened state of mind. "You even tell me you regret it by what you are saying. You are sorry. You aren't evil, because evil would not care for the lives it has taken. You punish yourself for stealing their lives and that is good, even if it isn't the best thing to do to yourself."

"It is my way of redemption."

"Then redeem yourself and move on. You are regretful, you pay for it. A good soul would do this, an evil soul would turn away. You are good, even if you have murdered in my eyes."

"Again, no one thinks I'm a monster when I see myself as one," Shi murmured. "I'm forgiven for my wrongs."

"I find it harder to forgive some more than others," Misaki said with a faint shrug.

"I believe every soul deserves forgiveness. Not because they deserve forgiveness, but because you deserve peace within yourself."

"The very thing you do not have."

Shi blanked out for a moment; she had no peace within herself? That was true more than Lady Misaki knew; she was too tormented for peace. She'd killed too many, she'd lost so much, she'd suffered too. She was at peace at times but other times, at war with herself.

"Do you regret the life you have lived," Misaki whispered.

"As dark as it has been, I do not regret it. I wouldn't change my fate. Besides, it has made me who I am today and for that I am grateful; I'm wise for it. Through what I've endured, I have seen the darkness inside me grow into something good. This I know; the loneliest people are the kindest, the saddest people smile the brightest, the most damaged people are the wisest. All because they don't want others to suffer the way they do. I try to save others from my fate."

"And revealing that, I know you are all of that, Shi," Misaki said honestly, as Shi and her inclined their heads towards in each other in acknowledgement or maybe, agreement. "You are shadow and light together, yin and yang."

Shi closed her eyes, inclining her head downward so her bangs swung in front of her face. She knew Shi was sad and tormented over her past, she suffered for it she could see it. But she continued to smile for the moment and was happy when she was sad inside. She was strong. The saddest people smile the brightest. Shi must have been alone for some time, having to endure a hard world all by herself and left to fend for herself without the guidance or protection of a guardian. She could already tell she must of have been alone more than in the company of others; she'd seen how tense Shi could be with only a few demons around her. She had been in solitude. But she was compassionate and good. The loneliest people are the kindest. Shi was also one of the wisest demons she'd met and especially so for her young age. She was thoughtful and considerate, always looking at good and evil but attempting not to be judgmental. The most damaged people are the wisest.

"I'm amazed you would not change your fate, Shi."

"It's not only for myself and my sake, but I have always believed that the great spirits favor others above me and protect the ones they love by inflicting the pain their descendants would have suffered unto me knowing they would not be able to endure it or even survive it. They did it to prevent the decay of others greater than I in this life."

"But why you?"

"I was told because the spirits give the hardest fights to the ones they know can do more than survive and endure it, but learn from it and grow stronger."

"I believe and know that is true of you, Shi. The fact you are alive despite your dark past proves more than a physical strength, but a courageous spirit and powerful soul. That is who you are."

"That is what everyone says who knows me."

"They were right and always will be."

"You are kind to say those things, Misaki."

"It is the truth," the Lady of the North murmured. "And I believe it with all my heart. You are good, better than even the most innocent of souls."

As Misaki looked at her friend that was when she noticed something she hadn't before; Scars. One glance at Shi's hand and she had to swallow hard but attempted to not be too loud. Scars, so faint they were only slightly discolored, wrapped around her friend's fingers and the back of her hand; Misaki could clearly see the differences between claws and teeth. She glanced up at Shi's face and could see a faint scar on Shi's left cheek, a scar around the right side of her hairline, a nick on her lip, and a scar right where her neck met her head, below her jawline. It was though someone had pressed a sword up against her throat but failed to behead her. By those markings alone, Misaki knew her friend was a warrior, a killer. Shi said nothing about her examination, but stared at her arm and Misaki grew confused, so she looked as well. She blushed in embarrassment. She had forgotten to remove the sloppy made bracelets from her wrist. The kind gift one of her hatchlings had given her.

"Oh," Misaki weakly laughed.

"Who gave you that?"

"My youngest hatchling, Etsumi."

"That is darling. You are not alone, I also wear a gift from my own pup."

Misaki's eyes widened; Shi was a mother? Even she could smell she was unmated. Hoshiko pulled her own sleeve back to show Misaki a bracelet not as sloppy made, but obviously made by a child. It was made with white and turquoise beads. It surprised her greatly.

"You have a hatchling?"

"Hai," Shi said, smiling so tenderly it was obvious she loved her child. "She was an orphan I took in when her parents were slaughtered."

Well, that's part of the story," Hoshiko thought faintly.

"Would a dark soul do that," Misaki teased lightly, earning a bigger smile from Shi. "But that is utterly delightful. Children are so wonderful."

"They are. I love children, they are the perfect image of innocence and what is good in this world. We can learn so much from them if we listen."

"You can," Misaki giggled in agreement, thinking of her own hatchlings. "I love my darlings."

"How many children do you and Lord Takahiro have?"

"Four. Our eldest is Nurato. We have two daughters, Etsumi and Shina, and our youngest son, Jirou."

"That is wonderful."

"Would you like to meet them one day?"

"I would love to."

"Maybe you should even bring Rin to come play one day in the future."

"Perhaps," Shi said faintly, eyes widening but trying not to be too shocked by that; her human pup and the heirs of the North playing? Maybe. "Rin would like that."

"Excellent! Do you raise her alone?"

"No. She has another guardian who is her Father-figure."

"I'm glad to hear that. I would not know what to do if I didn't have Takahiro to support me and try to help me raise our hatchlings. I would not be able to do it alone."

"Even if I was alone, I'd still raise her and do my best to be the best motherly guardian I could be. I'd do anything for her. I'd die for her."

"It makes me think if that ever happened, you'd die not as a warrior but as a mother."

"Hai, I would."

"That is why I am glad to have Takahiro to be there for me and our hatchlings. He is the most wonderful mate I could ask for."

"I would not doubt that at all," Hoshi said with a smile.

To Hoshiko's mild surprise, the Northern Lady rose to her feet and dusted off her fine kimono.

"I would like to show you something," Misaki said, smiling at her. "Not only that, but I'd like to show you my garden and talk in the sunlight. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," Hoshi said as she also rose; she wasn't surprised to find the Northern Lady no bigger than her shoulder.

Misaki smiled warmly and wandered down the stairs from the room into the garden with Hoshiko at her side. Together, they walked down a white stone path. Hoshi looked around in awe. It was so beautiful. Flowers of all sorts danced in the light breeze and the grass swayed, the trees small but towering over their heads. A small creek flowed through the personal garden full of koi fish. She had to glance at a golden fish; she hadn't seen a koi for a long time. She had to smile at the birds singing sweetly in the trees. It was handmade, surely, but still very beautiful and maintained well. Hoshi look another take at a shadow that moved to find a guard standing quietly by a tree. She blinked and looked up to find a few guards on the perimeter of the garden and the walls, there was even one sitting on the room looking down into the garden. She eyed them for a moment. Misaki now noticed her expression.

"They're here to protect me," Misaki breathed to her. "Takahiro can be overprotective and cautious."

"He has a reason to. He has his family to protect."

Misaki smiled at her, her cheeks a faint pink. She followed the Northern Lady to a stone bench to sit with her, to find the Northern Lady gesturing at a dying flower with a sad but fond smile. Hoshi was curious to know why.

"That is what I wanted to show you," Misaki said gently. "That flower is a token of Lord Takahiro's affection for me. He gave a similar flower to me the night he asked my Father for my hand. Ever since, I have cherished that flower and when it died, I planted its single seed into the ground into that flower you see now, but it is dying and hasn't supplied a seed; it saddens me. It means a lot to me."

A look of understanding and wonder passed of Hoshi's face. It reminded her of the times Inu No Taisho had given her a flower, the flower that had become a symbolic meaning to her and reminded her of that day he'd first given it to her; she'd receive that same flower when she was sad to cheer her up later on. The demoness turned to look at the Northern Lady, who was gazing at the flower with a sad expression. It really meant a lot to her.

"Now, I watch it wilt no matter what I do. I have tried so hard to nurture it back to life but it will not so I await its death, but all the same I cherish every moment it has left."

Hoshi knew she could do something. She stared at the wilted, dull red of the flower and knew she would do something. For her new friend. Misaki was confused when her friend got up and went to kneel at the dying flower's side and placed her hand gently right under its petals, her talons pressing against its stem and where its roots resided. Hoshi concentrated to feel the pull of life; it took her moment but there it was, it was faint, but it was there. She began to expand out her mind to the flower, aware of its petals, its stem, its roots. She thought of it healed, strong, full of life, the colors bright, taller and green. She felt the pulses of life grow stronger under her fingertips and she gently urged it to grow. She heard Misaki gasp.

"Oh Shi!"

Hoshiko opened her eyes to find the flower alive once more; she smiled. The dull red was now vibrant and glowing, purple streaks within the petals dark against the red, and the center a beautiful pink that all but glowed. She gently stroked a silky soft petal and rose to her feet to glance at her companion. Her companion looked like she had been slapped; Misaki stared at the flower for a long moment before her eyes, full of awe, looked at her companion.

"Arigato, Shi, arigato," Misaki whispered. "You have no idea how much this means to me. This flower is a symbol of love for me. You brought it back. I cannot repay you for this. But how?"

She loves flowers as much as I do. Lady Misaki of the North is similar to me; it is so nice to know I'm not alone in my nature. I never would have expected this of the Lady I met a few nights ago.

"One of my elements is Earth," Hoshi answered with a shrug. "I have learned how to manipulate the life around me."

"That is a very wonderful and beautiful talent you have. A talent not able to be used for personal gain or power, but a talent of love for nature."

"Hai," Shi nodded with a smile; someone understood.

"I'd like to share the story of how my mate and I became mates as my way of repaying you. Would you like to hear it?"

"I would love to hear it."

Misaki smiled happily as she sat on the bench once more, glancing at the flower fondly. Hoshi joined her.

"Lord Takahiro made an announcement he wished for all suitable demonesses within his realm to come to the Northern palace so he could choose a mate. He told me it was because he was tired of being alone and needed a mate to bear his heirs. When the night came, I and my elder sister came but he didn't pay attention to us at first too busy occupied with the rest. Finally, I went out onto the balcony for a breath of fresh air and found Lord Takahiro out there himself, hiding in the shadows. I bowed to him and ended up talking to him and he grew fond of me, so he spent the rest of the night nearby me or even at my side. He didn't choose that night but he cut it down to a few potential females, but he didn't visit any of them as he had announced. He came to visit me and court me at my Father's home, where he finally decided he'd accept me as his mate and asked my Father for my hand. My Father was very happy with the match. He gave me that flower the night he asked for my hand as I said before. We have been mated nearly for two centuries now."

"That is quite the love story," Hoshi murmured with a smile. "A fine way to meet the one you were destined for."

"I have never been happier than I am now," Misaki admitted. "Takahiro treats me very well and I am honored I was the one to birthe his heirs. To be the Lady of the North is burdensome at times, but Takahiro makes it worth it to be by his side as his mate and his lady of the North."

"I'm happy that you mated out of love and not out of betrothal."

"I cannot agree more, but I think it more as affection. It isn't often we mate out of those reasons but when we do, it is absolutely wonderful."

"Or when we find our soul mates it is the most wonderful of all."

"I do not believe in soul mates," Misaki said weakly. "We are destined for one that we are compatible with but not someone who is our complete match."

"Ah."

"Do you disagree with me, my friend?"

"Hai I do. I was taught we have a soul mate and if we look long and wait for them, they will come to you and you will find eternal happiness. My guardian told me this because he was betrothed to one he didn't love and told me he wished for me to have love and happiness."

"That makes me happy to know you will not settle for less than you deserve."

"Indeed."

That was when Lady Misaki suddenly noticed the small brown bird hopping on her stone path. She stared at it and it stared back, unsure of what to make of the two female demons sitting on a bench together. It soon lost interest and flew away, with a worm in its beak. Hoshi noticed her gaze.

"You like birds?"

"Hai, I do. Sometimes, though, I wish I could hold them but they don't trust me."

Shi's eyes sparked with surprise but joy and Misaki was curious when Shi looked at the bird and began to whistle softly to it. The bird stilled and looked at Shi now, suddenly very interested. The Northern Lady wondered why. For a long moment, Shi whistled to the bird and slowly, it began to chirp in tune with her. To Misaki's shock, the bird flew to land on Shi's hand. She could only stare as Shi stroked the birds feathers.

"How did you do that?"

"I've learned what different bird sounds mean during my time as a nomad. So, in the bird language, I promise it no harm and I'm a sister of the skies and it always comes to land on my hand. That is what you've seen me doing when I've been whistling to the birds; I'm talking to them."

Misaki blinked at her before looking at the tiny little bird. It wasn't beautiful as a brightly colored bird or a large bird of prey, but it was small and delicate. The bird stared at her also but seemed to relax every time her friend stroked its feathers.

"Could I hold him?"

"Of course you can," Shi said before whistling to the bird once more, who hesitated but consented to move onto Misaki's hand.

"How wonderful," Misaki whispered as to not frighten the bird.

"Here."

Shi handed her some tiny seeds she'd gathered from the ground and Misaki nervously offered the food to the bird, who eyed her before slowly peeking the seeds out of her hand making her giggle faintly. It tickled. Hoshi smiled at the interaction.

"First you are a demoness warrior with great wisdom and power, and then you can nurture nature and now, a tamer of animals," Misaki smiled at her as she stroked the bird herself. "What else can you do?"

"I can play the harp and flute," Hoshi smiled at her.

"Such wonderful talents you have. I am only able to weave and make jewelry and maintain a household."

"I haven't been taught how to manage a household," Hoshi said. "I have heard and seen it has been hard work but nevertheless, you are able to do it."

"With good practice and the help of others; I wasn't any good at first because I'd never run a palace before."

"Yet, you learned to do it. When you try that is always something you succeed at."

"Hai. I only hope we succeed winning this war."

"You will."

"I am unsure about that," Misaki said with a sigh. "They keep attacking our walls in small attacks in the night and we have a decreasing number of warriors and supplies. Lord Takahiro is expecting the worst as time goes on."

"I cannot help but agree with him. I fear for the worst as well."

"Have you seen anything that is suspicious on the patrols?"

"No. We have not seen nor heard anything of the panther demons that pose a threat. The only occurrence we had was when another patrol group shot a spy from a tree but that was at least 5 days ago."

"A spy?"

"Hai, they shot him in the eye for an immediate death."

Misaki shuddered, earning a loud chirp from the bird in her hand. She smiled gently at the bird and stroked it feathers once more.

"I wish the land could be peaceful."

"Nothing is ever only peaceful, because when peace reigns in one place there is chaos in another. It is an endless circle."

"Hai, it is. I only wish that the Panther demons had remained our friends. I cannot believe they'd betray us, especially their leader; we were friends."

"Sometimes even brother turns on brother, so there is always the chance hatred can breed in an unexpected time," Shi sighed.

"Indeed it can. I wish there were miracles but I've learned there is no such thing."

"That's not true," Shi said, looking at her now. "If you don't believe in miracles, perhaps you have forgotten you are one."

Misaki gaped for a long moment at her, finger frozen on the bird's belly. The bird, not understanding, looked between the two of them uneasily. It shifted uneasily on Misaki's hand.

"How.. wise."

Hoshiko smiled faintly before stroking the bird's back to soothe it. Misaki glanced at her friend before she noticed the two swords tied to Shi's waist. She blinked; why hadn't she noticed those swords before? They were beautiful katana's, the handles dark brown with a silver tie and an emerald gem at the ends, the blades long and sharp.

"Those are fine swords," Misaki suddenly said, eyes locked on the swords.

"Hai, they were my Mother's before me. They're forged from her fang."

"Really? If so, such a pair of swords must have a name."

"Taiyo."

"Sunshine? Seems fitting for the one who loves nature."

Hoshi had to smile at that.

"Although," Misaki now cooed to the bird. "You must be thirsty; you ate a lot of dry seeds. Shall I take you to the bird bath?"

Hoshi had to smile a bit wider as the Northern Lady rose to her feet with the little bird to walk toward said bird bath. The bird happily chirped in response as though understanding. She watched the two as Misaki lowered the bird to the water and allowed it to bathe and drink of the clear water. It was nice to watch the interaction; she wasn't the only one who loved animals. She glanced at the sunshine, clearly seeing an outline of a hawk and wondering if it was the brother of the skies she had met that morning. She sighed happily. It was really a lovely day and she was ever so glad to cherish this time with Lady Misaki. She got up to join the lady when she suddenly felt like she was in danger. It was the feeling of being watched by someone that wasn't very friendly, a potential threat, something that felt dark and hostile but calm all at once as though patiently waiting. It was as though it had an evil intention. Hoshi glanced around slightly, uneasy. Why did she feel this way? Why did she feel like something was suddenly just wrong? It was like when she was completely alone in the forest just before she was attacked. That made her even more uneasy at the thought.

Something is not right, her inner demon suddenly spoke up. Can you feel that sudden sensation of darkness?

I can. I feel uneasy like something is about to happen.

I feel the gaze of someone unkind watching us.

Hoshiko forced herself to remain relaxed, keeping the smile upon her face. She flared out her aura weakly, but felt no new presence. What did that mean? Was she just imagining things? She knew it wasn't true; she knew this was how she felt just before something bad happened. She looked around the corners of her eyes as she walked toward the lady with a calm looking walk. She must remain calm and on guard. She looked around as though examining the garden. She saw nothing out of the ordinary. Why was she feeling this way? She felt like the happiness was being sucked right out of the garden as an evil intention breed and grew. She needed to get Lady Misaki out of here, now. She was glad she was able to maintain such a calm looking posture.

"Lady Misaki?"

"Hai?"

"Would you take a walk with me farther into the garden? I'd like to see more of it."

"Of course I would!"

Hoshi smiled as she waited for a moment. At the same time, she felt a gaze boring into her back that was far from friendly. She slightly glanced over her shoulder, seeing absolutely nothing. Why was she feeling this dark presence?

Something is not good about this garden. It's dangerous now.

I know, Shinobu. I don't understand but I feel like someone is watching us.

Someone with a bad intention. Someone is going to try to attempt an evil act.

Hoshiko swallowed now as she glanced around the garden for another time. Something was going to happen and its nature was evil, she could feel it clearly. She knew someone was watching them. She knew someone was going to do something bad. The feeling she felt never lied to her; she'd experienced this so many times she'd been able to avoid danger but if not, was on guard enough she was ready for battle. Hoshi had to get the lady out of her, right now. She was in danger!

"Alright, I'm ready to go."

Hoshi smiled in relief before walking to the Northern Ladies side and they ventured deeper into the garden. She tried to look interested by the sights but the beauty held no interest. The feeling wasn't going away, her body tense. Her inner demon was at full attention. She was too look at not looking obvious so she tried to identify the source of this evil presence. She flared out her aura again weakly. Nothing. Her inner growled in frustration because they'd experienced this way too many times before they'd been attacked. But this time, Hoshi felt it wasn't directed at her but at her friend. The demoness at her side. The Lady of the North! She glanced at the trees but saw nothing.

"Shi, what do you think of this flower?"

"Lovely," Hoshi said, snapping to attention. She could not be obvious, remain relaxed. "I love the bright colors."

"So do I. What is your favorite flower?"

"I do not know, but I can say I do like the Sakura flower."

"They are lovely. I love lilies myself. I'd like to show you the little waterfall back here."

"Of course, I'd love to!"

Misaki smiled at her completely naïve to the evil around her and wandered off down the path quicker than Hoshi liked. She didn't want to leave Misaki alone! She picked up her pace as Misaki stood at the end of the pathway at the corner, waiting for her as she held a small batch of flowers Hoshi had missed her picking. She had to smile faintly; the Northern Lady looked like a happy child in that moment. Then, Hoshi saw movement out of the farthest corner of her left eye. When had there been two guards on the roof? A demon sat perched in the corner of one of the large arches, hidden completely in shadow and out of sight of the other guards. He was staring down at the garden but Hoshi knew he was watching them. She glanced at him but he was relaxed, looking easy. Huh. She turned away from him to look at the stone path when she saw it. She wasn't looking at Misaki; she wasn't looking at him fully, but she could still see him. He must have thought she wasn't looking and she hadn't seen him. Quick as the dot, the demon whipped out his bow and two arrows and loaded, aiming the arrows straight at Lady Misaki. Hoshi heard her inner demon scream in warning and fury. Her eyes bulged out of her head.

LADY MISAKI!

The demon fired. Hoshiko felt like the world had slowed down as she began to sprint, whipping out her swords from her sheaths. She felt her demon blood roar through her veins filling her muscles with power and grace. She heard the wind whip by her ears and send the flowers in her hair flying. Her kimono flew about her as she raced against time. She felt her power surge through her body, her aura flaring out in fury. Lady Misaki was screaming, her hands dropping the flowers and the guards were jolting to their feet at the terrified scream of the Lady. The fool, move! But Misaki continued to scream in fear, not realizing death was flying closer. She continued to run with all she had; she would not let the Northern Lady DIE! Hoshi threw herself in front of the Northern Lady and with one slice into the air, the arrows shattered against her blade and the pieces hit her face and her arms. She felt one arrowhead cut her cheek. Without missing a beat, Hoshi threw one of her swords at the fleeing demon that was scampering out of sight that flew true to its target, slamming into his hip and knocking him off balance to send him tumbling into the rose bushes below. He shot to his feet but no matter his speed, he was too late. Within an instant, Hoshiko was upon him.

Within moments the sword has torn from his hip as he was suddenly rolling with the warrior demoness, cussing and snarling, as he tried to fight back but to his shock, his efforts were in vain. He managed to stab her with an arrow in the lower arm but she barely flinched as she shouted and hit him in the head with her sword and then she pinned him to the ground one of her knees digging into his lower back painfully and one sword under his chin cutting up under his jaw and he felt the point of the other pressing into the back of his neck. His hands were pinned underneath him. He could do nothing; he panicked, he'd been caught! Not only that, he was taken out by a demoness! He was helpless! He struggled but froze when the blades bit into his flesh, feeling the warmth of blood under his jaw.

"Remain where you are or I'll kill you," Shi hissed.

He stopped struggling. Shi glanced up to see a hysterical Misaki sobbing her eyes out and she could hear her panicked heartbeat from here. The guards were holding her by the shoulders forcing her to sit on one of the many stone benches in the garden. Hoshi shook her head, feeling a splatter of blood that was not her own drip from her cheek. She felt her hair had become undone. She tried to tune out the Northern Lady's sobbing. She looked like a mess but Lady Misaki was safe. She was alive… because of her fast actions. She's saved Misaki's life. She snarled when he tried to struggle again and kneed him harder in the back quickly ending that. He would pay for trying to kill her friend and not only that, the Northern Lady! Lady Misaki continued to cry but she didn't look at her, as though she no longer saw Shi in her shock and complete fear. Shi was somewhat grateful for that; she looked quite… savage. She continued to restrain the demon until several voices boomed over the rest in the garden.

"Get out of the way!"

"Lord Takahiro is here! Move it!"

Hoshiko glanced up when the Northern Lord appeared out of the swarming mass of guards and trees. He looked furious and quite fearsome with his spiked up hair and his darkened eyes, but he immediately softened as he hurried to his mate and took her hands in his, kneeling to her level. He caressed his mate's cheek.

"Misaki."

The Northern Lady leaned her face into her mate's hand, sobbing. She had gotten quite the shock of her life.

"Misaki," Takahiro stressed.

"Why," Misaki cried. "Why did I nearly have to die?"

Takahiro asked no more questions; she was too hysterical. He allowed his mate to press her face into his shoulder to sob it out. Hoshi was touched that he was offering his mate the comfort she desperately needed. She pressed the blade deeper into the back of the demons neck when he growled faintly, shutting him up. The guards stared at her and that was when she noticed the shocked expression of Captian Waku. He stared at her, pinning the would-be assassin. Then, she saw him; Sesshomaru. He was standing by the tree, watching her. She returned his gaze for a moment before looking away towards her captive, finding the back of the demons head very interesting. She tried to ignore the heat in her cheeks.

"She saved my life," Misaki suddenly whimpered out.

"What?"

"Shi saved my life."

That was when Takahiro seemed to notice her at last. He stared at her, pinning the demon down to the ground and her kimono not in proper condition, her hair half fallen out of its bun. She was covered in the demon's blood and dirt. She looked at him and smiled faintly, but tightened the swords against the demon's throat. Takahiro felt the full realization crash down unto him. Shi had just saved his mate's life. She had saved the mother of his hatchlings, the Lady of the North. She'd saved Misaki's life. Then he glanced down at the demon under Shi's feet and felt the fury pour into his veins. This demon, this foul creature, had just tried to kill his mate. He had tried to take away his mate from him. His hatchlings would have been motherless if this demon had succeeded! Shi had stopped his evil intention. He surrendered Misaki to several guards, who quickly escorted her away. Shi watched her friend go sadly; she would definitely go see her later. The Lord of the North approached them, gesturing for Shi to get off. She quickly complied, grabbing the would-be assassin's neck and holding him up roughly by the back of the neck herself, surprising the guards. She didn't seem bothered by the fact he was bigger than her, she held him like he was no more than a weak child. He struggled, but faltered at the Northern Lord's expression.

"You dare take the life of the Northern Lady," he seethed.

"She's pathetic," he huffed back, suddenly all tough. "Didn't you see her reaction? Weak!"

Lord Takahiro's eyes darkened and he grasped the demon by the throat, squeezing tightly as the demon choked a bit at the lack of air. His grip was tight, but he still tried to pull away from him.

"You speak with such disrespect for your Lady! It seems like you're not so tough because you were taken out by a female warrior."

The demon's eyes darkened in anger as well, looking humiliated at that low blow. Lord Takahiro shoved him into the guard's arms.

"Take him to the prison cells and chain him up," Takahiro ordered with anger lacing his voice. "I'll deal with him tomorrow; I'll kill him if I take care of him today. If he tries to escape, kill him."

The demon was dragged away, cussing the whole way as he spat in Lord Takahiro's direction. A sign of hatred and disrespect. Shi bit her lip. For a long moment Lord Takahiro growled under his breath before taking a deep breath, looking at Shi now. She was absolutely a mess but even then, she still was lovely and attempting to be proper as she tried to straighten out the once fine kimono. She'd saved his mate; how could he repay her for that? Shi bowed to him when she met his eyes.

"Rise," he immediately said, approaching her. "Do not bow to me any longer."

"Milord," she murmured as she rose to her full height, looking him in the eye.

"You saved my mate," he said humbly. "She was in danger and you took a risk of your own safety to save her. How can I repay you?"

"You owe me nothing, milord," Shi replied, smiling at him but surprising him. "I require no payment; As long as Lady Misaki is safe and well, that is the best payment I can receive."

"Arigato, Shi, for saving my mate."

"It was an honor to serve the Northern Lady in her time of need. It was my duty and I will always protect your mate; she is my friend. Please, don't thank me."

"The fates are in my favor," Takahiro said faintly, looking at his guards for a moment. "It was as though they knew this would happen and ensured you would be here to protect Misaki. I fear she would not have survived had you not been here, Shi. I am in your debt and you have my gratitude."

"I am glad the fates chose me to be the one that would protect her."

"If you will excuse me, I must attend to Lady Misaki."

"Of course, milord. Please, extend my apologizes for me and tell her she is welcome to call on me when she is ready."

Lord Takahiro smiled at her weakly before hurrying away, the guard following him back in the direction of the Northern Palace. She tried not to be disappointed when she found Lord Sesshomaru was no longer there; he'd left. She wished she could have talked to him but she knew this was no time for them, just them. She sighed. She could sense how upset Takahiro was by this; this changed the whole scenario of the war now. She sighed, glancing down at herself and frowned. She was a mess and her kimono was destroyed; she should have worn her armor. But the Lady was safe and sound and that was what mattered. She looked up, noticing she was alone now and the destruction to Misaki's rose bushes and stone path. Perhaps she should send for some servants to clean up this wreckage. But most of all, she tried not to think about Sesshomaru just leaving. She was about to take a step forward to go back to the Northern Palace to clean up when she felt a presence behind her. Immediately, she flared out her aura and immediately, she knew who it was. She froze up, her heart picking up pace, as she turned around to look into beautiful, cold gold eyes. He hadn't left.

"Sesshomaru," she whispered.

He said nothing, but he stepped forward and one of his arms wrapped around her waist, cradling her to his chest. She rested her head against the metal plate of his armor, feeling the cold and hard surface of the metal. All the same, it was soothing and quieted her heart from the excitement. She looked up as Sesshomaru pressed his forehead against hers, golden eyes staring into sky blue and she smiled faintly, placing a hand on his chest. Actions spoke louder than words.