Heart of Tensaiga
The Sword Tensaiga Calls
He had only been gone two days and the sword was starting to get on his nerves. There was a constant energy about it that seemed to directly go after his aura and rub it the wrong way. What it wanted he had no idea about and those two days he pondered over it; however, with nothing like this going on before the clues were simply not there to make any kind of conclusion.
The only things Sesshomaru knew were that: it had started a few hours after leaving the small group near the river, it had not stopped unless he took a short rest, and the most annoying was that it certainly wanted something.
He glanced down at the sword that was a so called gift. Right now it felt more like a curse than anything else. A constant, irritating curse. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he continued his contemplation of the sword that was now worse than Tokijin.
Kagome was irritated to say the least. She had yet to get a decent night of sleep since Sesshomaru left and she had no idea why. What had changed that she couldn't seem to sleep? It was like this before Sesshomaru saved me too. I recognize the tugging but what is it coming from? Is it Naraku again? Sitting up in panic she used what she could of her powers to scan the area.
Finding nothing, she laid back down to yet another hard night of sleep.