It came to his attention that he needed to find Kagome quickly, for Rin of course. Most definitely not for his subconcious need to be in the presence of the afore nentioned female. Rin was growing faster than he originally thought, something foreboding settled into his gut. Small, but crawling closer to the forefront of his psyche as Rin aged more quickly than he would ever admit to being comfertable with.
The way Rin grew and started to understand the world around her in a way most couldn't understand. The way her lessons at the Western Shōen turned from basic comprehension to the philosophical faster than he had originally expected. It was as though she soaked up everything that was taught to her in an attempt to fit into the courtiers that roamed in the Shōen.
As though Rin was trying to prove her place inside of her home. Like she would be thrown aside like she had been as a child back in the grotesque excuse for a village she had been unfortunately born to. Something that she need not worry about, but such a thing that Sesshomaru never openly expressed to her.
A perspective that, apparently, Sesshomaru would have to change after he returned to his rather small pack.
His wayword thoughts turned to them, his pack.
Sesshomaru's small pack that only constituted of four, a number he was sure other Inu yōkai would be utterly befuddled at. A two headed dragon that was loyal, a kappa that was more of an annoyance than helpful, and a small human child that helped him in a moment of weakness when she should have saved herself.
The dragon having been a steady silent companion since his wayword youth. A time in the middle of the war with the disgusting snakes that passed themselves as dragons. Sesshomaru originally caught Ah-Un to prove himself to his father, the father didn't trust his son. Who was disgusted when Sesshomaru braught an innocent dragon to the Shōen to kill as a way to prove himself. A dragon that became his first pack member when Sesshomaru didn't go through with killing the beast at his father's behest.
The kappa that was more than irritating, but did his job correctly. The little toad that followed him so thoroughly that it was more of a nuisance than a good thing. The thoughtless devotion, even after killing him, was something he had never seen before. Sesshomaru having Jaken deal with the inane courtiers and the dalliances of the Shōen that Sesshomaru deemed below his attention, having his spies in every circle that actually gave him the reports he needed. Jaken took it all in stride, just to keep following him.
Unnervingly so.
The human child that helped eventhough she should have been frieghtened with what he was. A human child that ran to him when wolves descended onto her, seeking Sesshomaru out for comfort. Rin being one of the very select few that moved his jaded heart, even though Sesshomaru had been so sure that he threw away such a useless emotion from himself. A child that was slowly entering adulthood at such a tender age that made Sesshomaru want to hide her from the very world that she so loved to explore.
The feeling came clawing back at full force.
It was something he couldn't quite name and something he refused to acknowledge while still on the hunt for Naraku. That took forefront than any pesky miniscule emotions that fester inside his person. Over even his emense hatred for the tiny cretin known as his mistake of a half-brother. The idiotic hanyō didn't even realize what he has had.
What he has lost.
Sesshomaru floated over a densely packed forest, his regal robes lightly billowing in the wind as he flew. The waning sun catching the plum blossems on his hakama, making them seem to be glowing. The clouds dark with the threat of an incoming summer rain over the horizon as dusk overtook the once bright sky. The trees were too dense to properly see below the canopy, so Sesshomaru broadened his senses to be aware of what lied below him.
The forest below him passed faster as Sesshomaru gained speed. A hint of bloodlust entering his aura as he sensed one of Naraku's incarnations in the forest, conveniently in the direction he was heading.
Or maybe not a convenience, but him coming along the incarnation before it run along the intended target?
A small dark smirk curled at the edges of his mouth on his cold face in a look that would send any who saw running from him to survive. It would seem that Sesshomaru has found himself a release for his bloodlust before he would run into the pack that was falling apart from the very heart.
Those who knew the pack would immediately understand that it was Kagome that was alpha and not just alpha female. She who held the group together and made sure they all survived to see the next moon. The very female that Inuyasha has been stepping over in a bid to prove himself to the rest of the pack. The Hanyō would soon learn how much he has lost from his own stupidity and the schemes of his undead wench of a lover.
Sesshomaru heard whispers of the Hanyō creating plans with the undead harlot to kill his alpha for her soul. At first Sesshomaru had thought it was just that, a rumor. However, the more he heard from his most trusted spies that tailed Inuyasha, it was starting to seem these plans were more than just speculation.
The plans to steel the soul of their alpha was not a concept that Sesshomaru could even fathom. Kagome was their alpha and yet they were so willing to sacrifice her in a bastardized attempt for the undead harlot to have half a chance at becoming somewhat alive at best?
As his thoughts still swirled with speculations and thoughts of his own pack, Sesshomaru descended into the forest as he drew Toukijin, his blood soaring for the incoming fight. Swooping into a break in the canopy, Sesshomaru leveled just below the branches as he flew towards the incarnation that he could now see.
His smirk grew a little wider.
More crueller.
It would seem that it was Juromaru, the mindless beast without his annoyance of his idiotic compass that was his 'brother'. This battle would lead to Juromaru's death, and mayhaps Kagerōmaru when he was done with this farce of a battle to track down the squirming little worm.
Sesshomaru came down onto Juromaru with a wide arche of his blade, catching Juromaru in his unguarded side. He watched with satisfaction as surprise flashed across Juromaru's face as Sesshomaru descended on him again. They would soon learn that overlooking Sesshomaru meant only death in the near future.
Looking for the Inutachi could wait until after he sated his bloodlust. Then, he would find the petit female that he needed for his ward. But first, Sesshomaru had a battle to win.
Hello, to the welcome source of stress release.