A/N: where we last left off, there was a time skip of at least two centuries to get to the canon plot's original timeline. i commend anyone who could guess who was talking in the last paragraph's dialogue. ^^ other than that, enjoy the chap!

disclaimer: i don't own InuYasha; my OCs belong to me.

Chapter 12: Bones, Blood, Poison

Both sisters tilted their heads to one side.

"Are you sure this is the place?" The older of the two sisters asked quietly, arms folded casually in the sleeves of her kimono top; her silver eyes shot a look from the corner of her eye at the stoic silver-haired Inu-Daiyokai. "Sesshomaru?"

The two-headed staff hovered closer to the small sealed formation of rocks, coming to a halt short of several yards.

"Milord, here it is; the tomb we've been searching for!" The imp squawked as he scurried after the staff's lead.

He followed wordlessly, both sisters trailing after him leading the two-headed dragon. "You're sure?" He wondered.

"Aye indeed, milord! The staff has never let us down; allow me!" he replied, grabbing the staff and hurrying closer to the sealed rocks.
Low growling sounded from the formation's shadows, making the imp yelp and scurry away.

A pack of seven or so wolves drew closer to the trio of yokai, snarling and bristling angrily.

He began to use his whip of light before she placed a hand on his shoulder, stepping forward; he lowered his arm, watching curiously.

The wolves snarled at the brazen Okami-Daiyokai: she bared her teeth, bristling and exerting a thin-yet-sharp leak of her demonic aura to frighten the pack; they quieted quickly, whimpering and bowing their heads in reverence that she was alpha.

She gestured with her chin they leave; the pack whined and growled as they took off into the darkness.

"Impressive." He mused as she retreated to his side, throwing her a smirk.

She shrugged innocently, folding her arms behind her head. "Y'just have to show them who's head bitch." She replied, winking at her little sister's proud gaze.

"Position the staff, Jaken." He ordered.

Jaken obeyed eagerly, scurrying ontop of the large rock that kept the formation together and kicking some old wooden thing off the top, dusting it with his foot before he placed the bottom tip of the staff onto the rock: a creaking of wood sounded before the woman-face-side of the staff's top opened its eyelids to reveal black orbs, the mouth opening wide to allow a shriek to breach the night.

"Beauty… so I guess it's another dead-end." Korihime mused aloud, ears twitching as her brother-in-law turned to walk away from the sealed formation; Getsu followed dutifully until she sidled to his left, her sister following and leaving the imp to squawk a complaint and scramble after the trio.

"Remind me why you're suddenly so hell-bent on finding this… what is it again?" She wondered.

"Tetsusaiga; the fang that my father had forged long ago." He informed.

"Wait, Tetsusaiga?" Her sister piped up, earning a gold stare from the male. "I remember Father telling me a story about that sword; supposedly it was said to fell one hundred demons in one swing! And your father was one hell of a demon general when wielding that fang." She recounted in something like awe.

He nodded, seeming wistful at the compliment given to his late father. "And given that I am the firstborn, it's my birthright to wield the Tetsusaiga." He replied.

So that's what all this is for, an heirloom? She wondered, looking up at the stars overhead.

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"You need a boat, and we're to give it to you are we!?" The general guffawed.

A sharp kick was dealt to his forehead, sending him sprawling back on the ground, surprising his soldiers as dust flew in his wake.

The general blanched as he stared up at the tip of a katana's blade, going cross-eyed as sweat broke out on his brow.

"Now, where are your manners? All my companion requests is a simple boat, a dingy if you have one. That's not asking much now is it?" She purred, silver eyes dangerous as she stared into the frightened man's brown eyes.

He inwardly slapped his forehead; so much for negotiating my way, he thought.

Honestly, onee-chan, she inwardly sighed.

"T-that wench isn't even human! Get her!" A soldier cried, rushing forward and leading his men to surround the trio.

"M-milord, I regret to inform you that there are no boats to be found… But then again, there's always those boats over there…" The imp sweatdropped as he noticed the small fleet of boats tied to the river bank and dock next to them.

"Jaken, I leave them to you. Let's go." He instructed, grabbing her by the scruff and dragging her away, his sister-in-law trailing after the couple.

"Aww, you're no fun! C'mon, we haven't had a run-in in months; can't I just have a little bit of fun…?" She complained once they were far enough away from the now-incinerated soldiers, pouting up at him.

"Not when there are more pressing matters at hand. Besides, you're acting like a brat again." He quipped patiently, deadpanning.

Her sister snickered quietly behind the two, ignoring the death glare shot in her direction from the pissy she-wolf.

"Geez, ever since you got that Tensaiga you've been so grouchy." She grated, scowling at him and folding her arms.

His gold eyes glittered in amusement as her current expression made her look cute. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He replied simply.

She huffed.

'I shoulda known it was you, Sesshomaru!' The sight of the silver-haired hanyou flashed in her mind again.

So that was InuYasha, she thought, remembering his gold eyes that greatly resembled Sesshomaru's. Well, now we know what he looks like.

Her sister was pissy that he had forced her to sit the 'family reunion' out, much to her displeasure.

She sighed and looked up at the clear blue sky above the green treetops. It's a shame he's a half-breed, he's kind of cute, she mused.

Ah-Un grumbled beneath her as she lay on its back, making her ears twitch.

"Yeah, I know, it's kind of boring around here, isn't it?" She mused, lifting a hand to scritch the neck of Un's head gently; the dragon chirped in happiness at gaining her attention.

"This stupid fang search has been making his brain clouded. I swear he can be so damn persistent." Her sister grumbled as she was busy scrubbing a smudge off the front of her katana's blade.

She tilted her head to one side at her words, blue eyes traveling up to the sky. "You're tellin' me; hey, so what did you think of his half-brother?" She wondered.

Her ears twitched and she shrugged, "Dunno, not much to tell; all I know is that Sesshomaru hates him because he was basically the cause of his father's death, but even I don't get what all the fuss was over a half-demon."

"So you hate him too." It wasn't a question.

She tilted the blade a little to see her reflection in the front side. "I don't know much about him to hate him. Besides, he's his little brother whether Sesshomaru likes it or not; you can't hate your own kin, especially not to the point where you want to see said kin deader that dust." She explained, returning the heirloom fang to its place in the black scabbard she held.

"If we were in that situation, I wonder if we'd be the same." Korihime thought aloud.

Getsu rolled her eyes and nimbly hopped to her feet, rubbing Ah's snout with two fingers gently. "Doubt it; even when we would bicker when we were cubs, we would get over it within an hour or less. Besides, Mama always reminded us that as sisters we need to stick together in order to survive in peace." She said, her voice softening at the memories.

She looked at her and smiled a little, nodding before she sighed and looked up at the sky again, folding her arms behind her head. "Guess you're right. You kind of talk like her sometimes; some things you say remind me of her." She mused softly.

She blinked and then huffed, smiling humbly. "Guess so, huh? You're the one who looks like her moreso than Father; I'm the one that acts like him." She chuckled.

Her inner beast whined, making her ears twitch. 'Something is wrong with him,' it growled, sounding unnerved and angered.

A ball of light jolted down from the sky overhead and landed several yards away from the sisters and dragon; the ball faded and was replaced with the sight of Sesshomaru clutching his left arm.

Blood hung in the air, surprising both girls.

"Sesshomaru!" Korihime hopped off the dragon's back as Getsu rushed to his side when he leaned against a tall oak, sinking to sit on the large roots.

"What happened to you?" Getsu demanded worriedly, hesitant to approach him, hands lifted midway.

Sesshomaru growled in pain, "It's a long story… damn that half-breed."

"Did InuYasha do this?" Korihime asked quietly.

He nodded, seeing a look of worry cross his mate's face. "Don't make that face, Getsu," he ordered quietly.

She scowled and dropped her hands to ball into fists. "Well how else do you intend for me to act when my mate is injured?" She demanded.

He scowled back, lowering his gaze. "Just let me rest for a minute. Then you can chew me out afterward." He requested.

She exhaled and nodded reluctantly. "Fine."

A/N: for those of you wondering if i was going to let Getsu and Korihime see the showdown betw Sesshomaru and InuYasha, i apologize for not covering that. there didn't seem to be much room for the girls when they were in their father's grave so i had them stay back to wait for Sesshomaru with Ah-Un. /bows apologetically

elsewise, not much else to put for now. see ya~