Kiyomi sat in the middle of the beautiful flowery meadow. She stared up into the sky and breathed in the spring air. Spring was so beautiful. The newly bloomed trees, flowers, the green fresh grass, and the fresh river streams were a beautiful sight indeed.

There was once a time when she hated spring but she couldn't, for the life of her, remember why, then one by one water began to fall from the cloudy sky then she remembered. She hated the rain.

Well she didn't hate rain. What she really hated were thunderstorms.

Kiyomi stood and moved to take cover from the rain under a large tree. She sighed and leaned against the largest tree she could find. She rested her head against the tree and stared at her surroundings.

As the rain continued to pour Kiyomi heard a sound. Although she wasn't alarmed. She already knew who it was. She let a small smile grace her lips.

"Good evening, My Lord," She could sense him standing on the other side of the tree. Possibly in the same predicament she was in. Kiyomi wasn't surprised when he did not respond to her but she wasn't going to give up so easily.

She had already known he wasn't a very talkative demon. Kiyomi stood slowly and made her way around the tree. Her eyes caught sight of the person she knew was standing by the tree. Lord Sesshomaru.

His golden eyes flickered in her direction for a few moments before he looked away from her. Kiyomi smiled to herself.

"May I join you My Lord?" He continued to stare out from under the tree before he closed his eyes and spoke.

"If you must." Kiyomi tried to suppress her slight excitement but it was written on her face. She never actually talked to a demon who wasn't trying to kill her so all she could do was watch him silently.

"Where is your little human companion, Rin?" Kiyomi asked as she looked around the meadow for the small child. He didn't reply and kept his eyes closed. She assumed he was traveling without her today.

Kiyomi continued to watch him. She hadn't realized it before but compared to his height she was rather small. She hadn't even come to the height of his shoulders.

"My Lord," she began suddenly, "Do you prefer solitude?"

His eyes flickered to her again but he said nothing.

"I do." She said with a sigh. Kiyomi turned to look into his golden eyes. She hadn't noticed that he was staring at her.

Kiyomi's eyes traveled from his eyes to his waist. He had two swords with him. They were both demonic swords.

"My Lord," she began, "Do you enjoy battle?" Kiyomi didn't let him answer. She preferred not to hear his reply. Instead only she spoke.

"I despise it," She said lifting one her hands into view, "I despise using my hands to kill. The feeling of someone's life slipping from their body with just a touch of a finger is a repulsive feeling." Kiyomi suddenly smiled up at the golden eyes peering down at her.

"I'd prefer to heal instead." He stared at her and she titled her head in confusion. Then realization hit her and she bowed deeply.

"I'm sorry for burdening you with my troubles My Lord." She kept her head bowed until he spoke. He probably thought she was an odd person. Talking about something like that could catch a person off guard.

"You did not burden me," Kiyomi looked up at him. He kept his gaze on her until the sound of the rain began to lighten. Kiyomi smiled at him and clasped her hands together in front of her chest.

"I'm glad," she smiled brightly at him, "Will you be going on your way now My Lord?"

"Hn." Kiyomi smiled at him as he began walking from under the large tree and began walking away from her and out of view.