Chapter 28: Fighter


Kagome knew the risk she was taking. Literally, she was placing her life in the hands of Sesshoumaru, the aristocratic assassin. A fighter, throughout. She knew, if Sesshoumaru were to really fight back, regardless of whatever they were using to bind his demonic powers, everyone in this room would be dead. Whatever they were binding him with must be pretty powerful, nonetheless. "Please don't kill me, Lord Sesshoumaru." she breathed, knowing full well he heard her. "I am trying to help."

Slowly she approached the cluster of men who were atop the demon lord. "Let him go."

The men all looked wearyly to Rolf who gave a curt nod. One by one, the men removed themselves, forming a circle around Kagome and Sesshoumaru. "Be prepared men if she fails and he tries anything." Rolf said.

Kagome huffed at his stupidity. Slowly, she knelt on the ground near Sesshoumaru, careful to give respectable space. From this position, she could now see the extent of torture he had endured. His back was covered in deep gashes, likely from a whip. Whatever was binding him seemed to stop his ability to heal. A single tear rolled down her cheek.