"Trouble on the southern boarder"

(I'm sorry it took so long to update but the inspiration just left and didn't come back until just now (like 3 am) and writing without inspiration would just be crappy work and probably pure torture to read (it's just not fun to read things that don't have any feeling to them) so I'm sorry, but for the sake of quality, the huge gap might happen from time to time. I'm not exactly an experienced writer and this might just be my hugest project ever. . .so, enjoy!)

Sesshomaru was walking along the southern boarder of his vicinity. Having left the annoying toad at his home, Rin in that human village a while back and having defeated that shoddy excuse for a halfbreed some three years back there wasn't really anything left to do these days but patrol the lands and patrol some more. Nothing interesting going on any more.

Not even any unexpected run ins with his HALF brother, no, he had suddenly decided that he liked staying at the village with that human wench. Fine, they could stay there for all eternity for all he cared. There were other ways to amuse one self.

Alas, not even any wars at recent.

He was bored, irritatingly so but he wasn't gonna let something like that show, despite the absolute absence of living beings around him. It was a matter of personal pride.

Resigning himself he let out something oddly reminiscent of a sigh and kept trudging on not paying any attention at the scenery but always keeping a watchful eye out. The view was so bland in summer.

Suddenly a waft of demon dog reached him, it went as soon as it had come though but it peaked his interest. Demon dogs weren't exactly common these days, not any of his caliber anyways.

Moving closer to where the scent came from he felt blood mix in to it, human blood. Female human blood, hardly not enough to kill though, even he knew humans weren't that weak.

Stepping into a small clearing he saw the fresh corpse of what seemed to be, judging by the fine dress and elegantly combed hair, a noble woman. Blood was still oozing from a small wound near the collarbone, her forest green eyes still open.

There was something ominously off with the whole thing, however he couldn't put his finger on it and either way he had no business pondering the death of a worthless human anyways.

Tenseiga rattled in it's sheath.

He eyed the blade at his side with scrutiny. Did it have to rattle every time he encountered something recently dead? And why did he humor the idiotic thing every time anyways? Was it truly that fascinating when the disgusting underworld creatures popped up in sight? Well, he had to admit the smug feeling of being able to do something no one else could was quite satisfying at times. . .

The rattling turned to slow pulses of energy.

Whatever, there wasn't any one around to witness it anyways and it might just relieve some of that nagging boredom. Thought and done, he pulled the sword from it's sheath, and saw it disappear in front of his very eyes in the from of a goldenish light that entered the females body.

Left in his hand was only the empty handle.