A/N: where we last left off, Sesshomaru and InuYasha had a 'family reunion', leaving both of the girls out of it as they had the reunion at their father's grave in the borderland. and that's where this chap lets off. enjoy~
disclaimer: i don't own InuYasha; my OCs belong to me.
Chapter 13: Silver Streets
He felt a pair of eyes on him.
Rousing, he opened an eye to see a pair of silver eyes were looking at him from the right side; he closed his eyes briefly and then opened them to see she was sitting at his side, having finally peeled her gaze away to the warm embers of the small fire.
Her sister had fallen asleep lying on the back of Ah-Un, a snoring Jaken huddled by the right back-paw of the steed; she had stayed awake to look after him. Even though most demons didn't need sleep, Inu and Okami were different, mostly on account of being canine demons.
Sleep was habitual, but it could be avoided if the demon so wished it.
"Welcome back from the dead." She greeted softly.
He sat up a little, his ears twitching as he noticed that his left arm didn't hurt as much as it had when he arrived from the Borderland, the gravesite of his father's enormous bones. "You healed my arm."
She broke a twig in half, tossing the pieces to the orange flames. "I didn't try to restore your limb because you fell asleep." She shrugged as he sat up more and flexed the muscles in his right arm.
"I wasn't aware your healing power was capable of that." He mused.
She nodded and lowered her gaze from the fire to the claws of her right hand. "Gaining the gift I inherited from my mother plus being the firstborn in my family sort of ups my ability to the point where I can restore a limb, but not without it becoming taxing on my demonic power. Of course I can't bring anyone back from the dead, not like your father's fang." She explained, adding the last sentence with a slight smile.
"Thank you for doing what you did." He nodded slightly.
She shrugged, lifting her gaze to meet his gold stare. "Mates do what they can for each other, right?" Her soft smile faltered and was replaced with a worried line on her lips. "But aside from that, are you going to be okay with just one arm? Jaken told us about what happened, about the Tetsusaiga… And your arm." She dropped her voice to a softer tone, one he recognized held sympathy.
Being raised to be proud of being a purebred Inu-Daiyokai, he hated sympathy and pity, but with this Okami-Daiyokai that was also purebred like him, he didn't despise her for her sympathy. "I'll manage. I am not the son of the great Inu no Taisho for no apparent reason, now am I?" He bristled indignantly out of habit.
She nodded, ignoring the bristling that seemed to make his silver hair stand on end just a little. "I'm glad to hear that." She smiled a little and looked at him again, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek. "So long as you're still standing, I'm glad for that."
He smiled slightly at her relief, lifting his good arm to stroke her cheek and lightly drag the claw of his thumb over the crescent birthmark on her cheekbone. "Good." He leaned in to kiss her softly, making her shiver slightly before he felt her deepen the kiss and press her forehead to his own.
Her nose wrinkled.
"I'm starting to really detest the stink of human blood," she grumbled, covering her nose with her hand as she lounged on the back of the dragon.
He glanced over at the quieter of the two females, meeting her silver eyes and noting that her arms were folded over her chest; not exactly a good sign.
"If you have something to say, say it." He mused.
She moved forward to lift the clawed arm he'd stolen from a dead demon by the large index finger, her own nose wrinkled in distaste. "This arm reeks of death. You should've just let me burn the damn bugger you stole it from." She stated calmly, a fang showing in the disgusted expression on her pretty face.
He let her drop the arm by the finger, seeing her arms fold in the sleeves of her kimono top. "Then I would have needed to find another substitute." He defended in the same manner.
She rolled her eyes, sighing and retreating to her sister. "I told you last time about my abilities," she reminded in a sing-song voice.
His ears twitched in annoyance at her tone. "If I wanted to drain you of your power, I would do it; you know I don't wish to do as such to my mate." He rebutted.
"Milord why did you ever become so attached to a woman like her? She is byfar very insolent and unbecoming of a fitting mate for a great demon lord like my master…" Jaken began to berate before a large rock was thrown on his head, sending him sprawling face-first into the ground.
"Piss off and keep your amphibious snout outta this, frog." Getsu snapped indignantly with a huff, dusting her hands off as she leaned against the shoulder of Ah-Un and ignoring the deadpanned stares of her fellow yokai companions.
Sesshomaru ripped the arm off after deeming it useless, tossing it at the feet of the bruised imp. "Even if I do find another arm, it won't completely replace the one I lost." He mused aloud.
"A rather vexing problem, isn't it?" A familiar drawl sounded, surprising all three yokai.
The sight of a figure having donned a beige pelt wearing a blue baboon skull bowed respectfully before the great Inu-Daiyokai; he looked over his shoulder at the figure.
"Naraku!" Korihime and Getsu hopped into action, an arrow being loaded into the blue long bow and aimed at the figure; the latter hopped to stand between her mate and the vile half-demon, katana drawn and bared brazenly. "Explain your reason for being here, filth." Getsu growled coldly, her silver eyes tight.
She could clearly tell this was another puppet, but just the sight of the vulgar half-demon pissed her off to no end.
"I am someone like you who despises InuYasha; forgive me, but I happened to overhear your conversation." He lifted up a pale discarded human arm complete with a black wrist guard.
Her nose wrinkled as a low growl brewed in her throat.
"Perhaps I could be of assistance for once; might I suggest you try this arm?" He wondered, as if he had forgotten he was dealing with the mate of the Okami-Daiyokai he had taken the home and parents of.
"It's a human arm, in case you've forgotten." She spat.
He smirked beneath the covering of the baboon skull. "I am well aware of that. This is a human arm, but however it contains a shard of the Shikon Jewel embedded in it; should you choose to employ this arm, it will enable you to wield the Tetsusaiga, InuYasha's sword. It is unusable by demons, but by humans it is a deadly weapon." He declared, ignoring her comment and quiet snarl of anger.
"You mentioned something about despising InuYasha; you don't intend to use me to exact revenge, do you?" He wondered cautiously.
"He's not seriously contemplating…" The younger of the trio began softly to herself in disbelief.
"You've got a hell of a lot of nerve to ask such a damn thing of a demon as powerful as…" The older she-wolf began to swear.
He shot her a look. "Very well, I shall accept the arm." He declared after mulling over the pros and cons of accepting the offer presented before him: Getsu would kill him for this.
"Sesshomaru…" Korihime balked.
"Leave now!" A torrent of blue fire screamed at the puppet; it faded from sight and was replaced with a small hive that lay on the ground, unperturbed by the blast of wolf fire that came from her palm.
"Before I was so rudely interrupted by your precious female, I forgot to mention to use that hive on the ground there. It will come in handy." Naraku's voice hovered in the air before it sounded no more.
Getsu growled, twisting on her heel to glare up at him as he picked up the hive and stowed it in his sleeve. "You're insane! Do you realize what the hell you just did!?" She demanded sharply.
Sesshomaru scowled at her, twisting the arm in place and fighting a grimace at the slight stab of pain in his left stump. "I am well aware of what I did, I don't need you to remind me. Besides, Naraku is first and foremost your enemy than mine. It was not my father he slayed so callously…"
FWHACK.
Jaken and Korihime balked.
A bright red handprint appeared on his left cheek; he stumbled back a little from the impact her slap had on him, gold eyes wide in shock. "Getsu…"
Did she just slap him?
"I thought you were the man I loved, but apparently I was wrong. You're just as vile and cruel as I first believed you to be! I… I don't want you as my mate anymore." Getsu spoke lowly, softly, tears starting to brim in her eyes; she turned away to lope off into the growing darkness of the forest behind them before he could say anything else.
"Getsu!" Korihime called, sparing a look over at her brother-in-law before she hopped off the dragon's back and took off after her fleeing form.
Sesshomaru stared after both females' leave, lifting his right hand to gingerly touch the handprint on his cheek. Getsu…
His inner demon snarled angrily in his ears, enraged that he had let her go so easily.
A/N: sorry for the slight cliffhanger, it gets better in the next chap don't worry. until then, see ya!