A/N: i did mention drama would be in this, and was i wrong? hell no. lol anyway, so now the girls are orphaned and homeless. so what's going to happen now? what will they do and who is the one responsible for the attack on their home? enjoy the chap~
disclaimer: i don't own InuYasha; my OCs belong to me.
Chapter 07: Decisions - My Voice (Not Superhuman)
It was nightfall by the time they landed somewhere in a dense forest.
Korihime was the first to let him go, landing gracefully on her feet and shaking her head like a dog ridding itself of water from its ears; her blue eyes scanned the dark clearing they'd landed in and she was slightly relieved to see that there were no evident threats lurking about.
At least, for now.
Getsu and Sesshomaru landed just as gracefully with Getsu holding tight to the latter's neck; she stumbled away from him, landing on her hands and knees on the grass and bowing her head as she retched.
Sesshomaru paused in going to her side as her sister flew in for him, holding back her hair and rubbing her back soothingly; he turned away from the stink of the stomach acid, scowling into the darkness around them.
Who was it that summoned that demon horde? Demon hordes were rare to travel of their own will in such a large number, especially to attack a family of strong wolf demons!
Soft sobbing sounded from the girls, making him look to see the blue-haired princess kneeled next to her sister, both of them weeping as the scent of salty tears stung at his nose.
He looked at both distraught sisters and his hands balled into fists at his sides; he exhaled, mumbling about getting a fire going as he went to gather firewood.
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The flames burned vainly infront of them.
She picked at the flames with a twig, feeding it to the fire before she rubbed her hands briskly, looking up as he draped the kosode of his groom's garb over her shoulders; her silver eyes met his gold and her ears twitched as she saw sympathy swimming in his gaze. She smiled weakly in thanks and held the folds of the kosode close to her chest, her eyes shifting to the fire again.
"Who summoned those demons?" Her sister wondered softly, trying to get answers for the unanswered questions the sisters shared.
"Someone must have summoned them, a demon more powerful than they are…" He began to deduce.
"Naraku." She growled his name into the darkened night, making both yokai look at her; her silver eyes were angry and pained as they glowered into the dancing fire.
"'Naraku'?" He repeated with a tilt of his head in confusion.
"He was a business client of my father's, before he turned down his offer. It has to be him; he's the only man I know of who would get vengeance on my father like that… That's just the kind of slimy shit he is." She explained before her sister could, her tone brittle and cold.
"You might have a point… but he's only a half-demon. He can't be that strong, can he?" She wondered curiously.
She looked down a little and shrugged. "I'm not sure, all I know is that if I ever see him again I will avenge my parents' death and kill him with my bare claws." She vowed lowly, staring down at her left hand to see her claws had grown in her anger; she balled her hand into a fist, claws digging crescents into her palms.
"Getsu-onee," she began softly.
She looked over at her worried blue eyes and her eyes softened in that sisterly way she knew too well, "get some sleep, Kori. It's been a long day." She ordered quietly.
Korihime nodded, smiling softly and embracing her in a one-armed gesture before she shuffled to lie down a few feet away from them, amber light from the fire catching on her back she showed as she curled up on her right side and soon drifted to sleep in a few minutes.
Getsu smiled at her before she looked at the fire again, her eyes tightening at the image of seeing her father stabbed in the heart by a stinger limb. "You don't have to stay, you know. We're not getting married anytime soon, and considering all that happened today, I would imagine you don't want to stick around two orphaned sisters…"
"I'm not leaving you." Sesshomaru stated, surprising her; she looked up at him, silver eyes awed. He looked at her sternly, "Even if we aren't going to be wed, I still feel I need to protect you. We are still fiancés, are we not?" He mused.
She quieted and blushed humbly, nodding; she looked at her knees she'd gathered to her chest and smiled bitterly. "You're one stubborn dog," she mumbled.
His eyes softened and he chuckled quietly, looking at the fire. "Shut up." She giggled quietly at his words; he stole a look at her out of the corner of his eye, looking at the dust-covered white kimono she wore from the ceremony and he smiled to himself. "You look beautiful in that." He commented softly.
Getsu's cheeks warmed to that shade of reddish pink he adored, her gaze cutting away from his. "Bullshit, I look like oni shit, in this damn dress and then after I puked earlier… How can a man think I look beautiful like this?" She wondered quietly.
Sesshomaru lifted a clawed hand to tuck a few loose strands of ebony behind her left ear, surprising her again; his eyes were soft when she looked at him. "Not just any man has spent an entire week trying to get past the brick wall you put up. Besides, even if you look horrible, you're still you, the you I will one day marry." He stated in the same tone.
"Sesshomaru," she murmured, quieting in defeat and lowering her head, blushing. "Since when are you being this kind?" She grumbled.
He smirked softly, lowering his hand, "Since now. If you have a problem with it, I can always go back to calling you an atrocious tomboy…" He began to wager off-handedly.
"No." Getsu saw him quirk a brow at her decline, smiling sheepishly. "I actually like this side of you better." She admitted.
Sesshomaru smiled slightly, nodding. "I'm glad." He mused.
She nodded back, leaning her head onto his shoulder; he quieted and looked down at her. "Getsu," he began.
"Just let me sleep here, please." She pleaded softly, closing her eyes.
His eyes softened at her and he exhaled. "I'm not leaving your side." He promised quietly.
She nodded slightly, starting to drift to sleep. "Good, I...I don't want you to," she murmured, consciousness escaping her as she fell asleep resting against the handsome daiyokai that was her fiancé.
Birds chirped in the trees around her.
She roused, opening both eyes slowly, looking to see her sister was sleeping a few feet away, her back to her; her ears twitched as she heard steady breathing coming from the warm body next to her, looking at the person.
Blush stained her cheeks at seeing the handsome Sesshomaru sleeping peacefully next to her; his arm was around her waist, his body snuggled close to her back so her petite form fit into the concaves of his well-built body, leaving little-to-no-visible gaps between them.
Her eyes softened as she looked at his sleeping face, recalling the memories of the following night where he'd promised to not leave her side.
If I didn't know any better, I'd believe he's changed, she thought with a smile.
He stirred against her, making her ears twitch again; she blushed again when his eyes opened slowly to reveal sleepy gold moons. The gold gaze roamed from the grass to the dead embers in the campfire to the awakened female in his arms; blush stained his cheeks pink at having her in such a position, especially so close to his body, and particularly...
Getsu squeaked when she felt something poke her upper backside; she scrambled away reflexively, blushing furiously, looking at him as he sat up and sent a glare down at his crotch, his gold eyes lifting to her slightly bewildered and flustered silver stare.
"Sorry," Sesshomaru grumbled, looking away in shame, the blush returning and turning a darker shade of pink.
"N-no, it's okay." She rubbed her neck gingerly, looking at his groom's garb and then looking down at her bride's garb and her shoulders slumped.
It wasn't a dream: her home really had been destroyed by Naraku.
She eyed the grass in his silver hair and she chuckled, seeing his ears twitch.
"What's so funny?" He wondered, making a face.
"Nothing," she replied innocently, giggling when he pouted, the pout making him look younger than his responsibilities and title intended for him to be.
A yawn sounded from her sister before she shuffled and sat upright, stretching her arms to the sky.
"I see nothing ever deters your demeanor, Kori," she mused aloud.
Korihime looked at both daiyokai and smirked lightly, "well, Sesshomaru, this early in the morning? Gods, you must've been dying to get to the marriage bed." She teased, seeing him blink once or twice.
Both Getsu and Sesshomaru's faces turned scarlet red at the notion that he had been turned on so early in the day. "Piss off!" They snapped defensively in chorus, matching veins twitching on their brows.
She giggled.
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Sesshomaru grumbled.
Korihime, being the smart female wolf that she was, had brought along an extra change of clothes for them before they'd fled the ruined mansion the day before; he had already changed into the clothes she'd brought for him –his white kosode with red flowers on the left shoulder, his stole, yellow sash, black armor pieces, white hakama and dark navy boots—and was now awaiting his two female companions in the clearing.
Korihime was quicker than her sister, coming out from the thick brush fully dressed –a light blue kimono with the sleeves cut off at the shoulder and the hem reaching to her upper thighs, dark blue leggings that were cut off at the shin, a wide white obi tied at her waist by a blue ribbon, pale gray wolf fur lining the shoulders of her kimono, and knee-length dark gray boots on her feet; her hair was tied back half-way by her pink hairtie, flashing the gray star birthmark on her right cheekbone—with her blue long bow and beige quiver slung over her right shoulder.
She smiled lightly at him, looking over her shoulder into the brush. "C'mon, onee-chan, yer taking forever!" She declared.
"Quit bitching, I'm coming!" She barked indignantly, a rustling of brush and grumbled curses sounding before she walked out into the clearing.
Getsu stood there with her arms crossed at her chest, also fully dressed – her lilac kimono with crescents embroidered on the right shoulder, dark gray vest that was cropped by the wide green obi sash at her waist, navy hakama and bindings covering her light-skinned legs from the shin down to the heel, her feet left bare; her ebony hair was done up in a high ponytail that was tied by a blue hair-tie—with a black katana that had teal fabric on the hilt and silver on the handle and tip of the hilt kept at her left hip.
Her eyes met his and she blushed slightly at seeing him look… well, regal. As was the way of being a daiyokai.
He cleared his throat and looked away out of reluctance, "you look better." He mused.
She blushed again and smiled sheepishly. "So do you." She mumbled.
Korihime rolled her eyes at the couple's shyness. "So where do we go from here?" She wondered aloud.
Getsu looked at him again and shrugged, at loss for where their next destination was. "Well, we could follow Naraku's stink. He is the reason we're in this situation…" She offered.
Even though she was the firstborn of their family, she was never good at being alpha; she was used to following, not leading…
"That's a start. Albeit dangerous." Sesshomaru agreed thoughtfully, perking her ears.
"Noone bothered to catch which direction he went then, I guess?" Korihime wondered of the older two of their small group.
Both daiyokai shared a look before the she-wolf sighed. "I suppose we should retrace our steps and find out where he went; the scent of poison would probably still be there after last night so it should make things easier to track." She proposed quietly, grimacing at the thought of seeing the ruins of her home.
He nodded, seeing her younger sister nod as well.
Back home it was.
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The trio landed gracefully.
Getsu was the first to walk forward, her silver eyes saddening as she looked at the remains of their territory.
The land looked gray and brown… utterly dead; the main building of the mansion was ruined, soft wisps of smoke rising up from the fire-devastated place she had once called home.
Storm clouds were beginning to gather overhead, thunder grumbling above them as the clouds were beginning to threaten the trio with impending rain.
"Come on," Sesshomaru took her hand and led her forward, Korihime following; she let him drag her closer, blushing a little at having his hand holding hers rather tightly.
It was an hour or so later and so far they hadn't caught much of a lead, as disheartening as that was.
Korihime moved to the garden (or rather, the ruins of the garden) and sniffed the air; her eyes widened as she caught the scent of poison. "Getsu-onee, Sesshomaru!" She called.
Both daiyokai came rushing forward, skidding to a halt infront of her.
Getsu sniffed the air and her nose wrinkled before she smiled and clapped a hand on her shoulder. "Great job, Kori, you got a lead." She declared.
"Yes, really, great job, Princess Korihime." A familiar silky voice drawled behind them, surprising all three yokai.
A/N: CLIFFHANGER. lol nah but srsly.. *cough* free cookie to whoever can guess the voice belongs to~
and for once i'll drop the harping on reviews. if you guys don't want to review, don't. i can't force you or anythin' like that. as an artist and writer, it's just a habit at this point in time to want to hear feedback, good or bad. anyway, no review harping for now, 'kay? ^^