Sesshomaru decided to make his appearance, and approach the pair. Chances of the fight dying were slim, and the man knew it. In the blink of an eye he was by their side; kicking Hideki off Nazoki, and earning a cry of surprise from the man.
"M- M'lord!"
Sesshomaru barely glanced down at the vixen before unsheathing Tokijin, and leaping over her. As he swung his blade at the kitsune man, he was dismayed to find that the man was very agile, and quick to recover. Hideki retreated, leaping backwards so to avoid the oncoming swipes of Sesshomaru's blade. Though the lord charged him, Hideki's defense was turning into a will'o'whisps. The moment he gained a small distance between himself and the lord, he shifted into a flame. Instead of slicing him in two as intended, Sesshomaru was forced to watch the man float away. Suddenly turned around by a gentle tug of his shoulder, Sesshomaru continued to stare at the green flame in the sky. He had a choice. Chase the man, or permit him to escape. This time, that is.

The dark grin that had curled Sesshomaru's lips was slightly alarming, but despite that fact, Nazoki clutched his yukata and leaned into him. He stared down at the woman curiously, unsure of how to react.
"Lord Sesshomaru... Forgive me..."
The first time the vixen had spoken his name, and she was apologizing. Not exactly what he expected; and the odd embrace-like thing was no different. It was not until warm liquid soaked his chest that he remembered she had been hurt. Blood hung in the air, filling the man with Nazoki's scent. He peered down at the vixen, only to find crimson streaming from her hairline, and various splashes of blood on her face.
"Why would you fight him if you know you aren't strong enough?"

Gazing up at the man, Nazoki was met with an icy expression. Sighing, she remembered that Sesshomaru was not compassionate. The man had no grasp of emotions, and for that, she released him. Shaking her head, she walked to the edge of the hot spring she had intended to relax in. Never too late to try. Without a word, the woman stepped into the warm water, not bothering with her clothes, and ignoring Sesshomaru's presence.

Frowning, the Lord sheathed his sword, and walked to her side.
"What are you doing?" A hint of annoyance hung in his voice and Nazoki laid her head back. Attaining an upside down view of the man she coyly grinned.
"Relaxing." She answered.
Shaking his head, Sesshomaru knelt down. He seemed oblivious to the deep crimson stain on his chest. The Lord stared down at the woman; a slight frown creasing his brow.
"If you sit in warm water, you will bleed out."
"No, Kitsune are practically immune to heat." The woman sighed, still peering at him.
"Then what is happening there?"

Nazoki curiously picked her head up and gazed at the now red pool she resided in. The pigment had grown too strong to even see her green yukata. The woman's mouth formed a small "oh" as she tried to think of a way to play it off.
"It was already like that when I got in... These pools are famous for their high iron content..." When she peered back as Sesshomaru she was met with a skeptically raised eyebrow.
"Did you think that would trick this Sesshomaru?"
The two stare at each other donning equally blank expressions. Without a word, the lord stuck his hand in the water, and wiped it over Nazoki's face. Though the action had been unanticipated, she remained in place; frowning in confusion as he continued to rinse her off. When the blood faded, the man gripped her yukata and pulled her from the water. To Nazoki's amazement he seemed to have no trouble picking her up with a single arm.
"Why did you-"
"Rin is worried." He stated in a flat tone.

Sighing, Nazoki shifted her gaze. She clutched the man's yukata, and his arm under her offered an impossible amount of support. Unable to hide her disappointment, she stared at the remaining white bits of fabric on Sesshomaru's chest.
"That's all?" Her voice was low, and Sesshomaru peered down at her.
"Hm?"

"You only came because Rin asked you to? I guess that's the only reason I should have suspected..."
Unsure of what to make of the woman's obvious disappointment, the lord returned his attention to the forest he was moving through.
"I can walk..." Nazoki stated, and to his annoyance, the woman pushed against him, forcing the man to release her. He stopped as she lowered herself to the ground. Studying the woman, Sesshomaru did not know how to react. Nazoki started back towards the camp, and Sesshomaru slowly followed behind the vixen. She was clutching her ribs as she walked, and the Lord scowled.

How dare she refuse his help. Rushing to her side, Sesshomaru gripped her sleeve. When it slipped down the woman's arm she peered at him over her shoulder.
"Oh my, Lord Sesshomaru..." Smirking, Nazoki turned to face the man. She softly trailed a single sharp nail along his jaw line.
"Would one as handsome as you be attempting to sleep with me?"

The man froze in place, startled. Such a direct question of that nature was unanticipated, and slightly alarming. He could do nothing but stare at the flirtatious smile that curled her lips. Shifting his attention to the sleeve in his hand, Sesshomaru eyed it curiously.
"Are you blushing?" Nazoki asked, and the man tightened his jaw. He had noticed his face growing warm, but hadn't thought anything of it. Her eyes seemed to captivate him, causing the man to grow still. Nazoki leaned towards him. She placed a hand on his mokomoko, and inched closer to the man's lips.

"There's only one way to cure that..." She murmured, and Sesshomaru slightly leaned away. She was in his personal space. Nobody was permitted in his space. Maybe Rin, but nobody else, Rin was special (Not that he would admit it). When there was barely any space between their lips, there was a tug at the man's hand. He glanced down, only to find Nazoki pulling her sleeve back.
"Give me my virginity back, pervert." Snickering, the vixen turned away from the man, and started back towards the camp. Sesshomaru watched her replace her sleeve, still startled. Soon a frown creased his brow, and he slowly started to follow. He could not help but wonder what the hell that was. For some reason disappointment rippled through him, which only served to anger the man. She had done that on purpose. Nazoki had known exactly what she had been doing.

Annoyed, Sesshomaru rushed back to her, and scooped her into his arm.
"Do not deny my, this Sesshomaru's, help." He muttered, and Nazoki peered up at the man. After a moment she slowly nodded, and allowed herself to clutch his collar.
"Yeah... Okay..." Sighing the words, Nazoki snuggled into his mokomoko. Sesshomaru peered down at her, as he once again leaped through the forest. For some reason, her next statement made him feel as though his face may flush (Of course he quickly destroyed such a feeling, and thought).
"You're so comfortable... And you smell good..."