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Moondark

The setting sun was swallowed by the darkness and Inuyasha watched it go with a small sigh. The new moon darkened the sky; for some reason this return to his monthly night of humanity seemed both easier than usual and also more difficult. Briefly he was seized by the terrible thought that he would somehow become stuck like this again, but he brushed it away as he brushed dark hair back off his shoulders and turned away from the sunset to where his brother leaned against a tree.
He was worried about Sesshomaru. Over the past two weeks the former demon had become increasingly irritable as each day appeared to bring him no closer to a return to his normal state. It had been just now a month since the incident and Inuyasha took comfort in the fact that Kunya had said it had taken most of his companions, as well as the other demon himself, at least that long to be restored; Sesshomaru cared little for such assurances. He stood now, leaning against the tree, and frowned at nothing as he rubbed unconsciously at the unhealed cut on his hand.
Inuyasha went now to his brother, resting a hand on his shoulder. When Sesshomaru looked at him he grinned. "Come on."
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Sesshomaru knew the main reason behind their current predicament was Inuyasha's attempt to give him a distraction from having little to do besides think about how he was slowly going crazy. That helped... It helped that it wasn't just the gnawing hunger of this human body that he never seemed to be able to satisfy which had led them to this impasse. Needing to eat food every day, multiple times a day, was something he was completely unused to. Even having stayed in the village for those weeks hadn't made the custom stick. His past experiences with humans, even with Rin,
had never led him to understand the necessity or to imagine that it would ever affect him personally.
He crouched now in the dark corner of a stable, Inuyasha's body pressed against him, as a pair of men walked by the building. Their theft of the food had been noticed but they had lost their pursuers and were now waiting for the way to be clear before moving again. Sesshomaru frowned at Inuyasha in the darkness; despite his brother's good intentions the most distracting thing about this endeavor
was that Inuyasha was far too good at sneaking around and being unnoticed. It reminded Sesshomaru of the life his brother must have lead, and while those were not happy thoughts they did indeed divert his attention from other thoughts that had consumed him of late.
The men had moved past the stable; there were no other humans in sight. Inuyasha rose and slipped toward the front of the stable, the stable's four-legged occupants flicking their ears as he moved past. Sesshomaru moved right behind his brother, a shadow in another corner of the dark building catching his attention suddenly. He touched Inuyasha's shoulder, directing his own attention to the shadow that as they stood watching it manifested into another person. Inuyasha tensed but Sesshomaru shook his head, looking closer at the young woman who sat there, shivering, staring at them with wide eyes. "Demon," he murmured, and, hearing the word, the woman's eyes grew wider and she shook her head vehemently.
"No, no," she cried softly, jumping slightly as Inuyasha approached her and touched her arm.
"We are," he said, and pulled at her uncooperative but suddenly unresisting arm. She let him pull
her to her feet and slowly followed them as they made their way into the street.
They made the outer wall of the town without any more incident and were back under the darkness of trees before too long. Sesshomaru opened the bag of food they had taken and offered some of it to the woman. She took it and ate, ravenously, though she watched them warily throughout. The first stars of morning were shining in the sky and she had just finished the food when the sun crested the horizon and painted Inuyasha's hair silver. She gasped, seeming to believe for the first time that these strangers were what they had claimed to be.
Sesshomaru smirked at her expression. "It fades," he said quietly, and he knew she knew he
meant her current condition. "When were you struck?"
Her hand went to cover her arm unconsciously and he could see blood through a tear in her sleeve.
"I... two nights- the... the night before last. It happened, there. I... I went into the village, looking for..." Her eyes darted from Sesshomaru to Inuyasha and back. "Food," she said finally, her eyes slitted and secretive. Inuyasha snorted derisively, and she favored him with her own contemptuous look before she finished, "He found me there, in the village. I ran and hid in the stable, disbelieving.
He did not follow."
The three of them stood watching the sunrise for a moment before she slipped back into the trees and crept away as silently as if she still was a demon.
Not watching her go, the brothers turned away from the sun and continued westward.
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The afternoon was hot, unpleasantly so. Perched on the edge of a cliff, mountains behind
them, the brothers looked down on an army camped below them. "Big," Inuyasha commented. Sesshomaru only snorted- the statement didn't really need a response. This must be the local headquarters for the Turkish army's various battalions; Inuyasha's keen eyes picked at least four generals out of the humans that swarmed below. There was a group of men dressed in black that kept to themselves off to one side. "The hunters?" Inuyasha mused.
"Mm," was his brother's only response.
After a few moments of scrutiny the pair moved off. The top of the ridge where they were was mostly bare, but incredibly uneven so that seeing anything ahead of them was difficult. A strong tailwind made scenting anything ahead of them impossible as well and Inuyasha felt unease rising in him as they made their way along the ridge, skirting as far away as possible from where the army waited below. Climbing over a particularly steep pile of rocks that appeared to have fallen recently, they found themselves among trees again for the moment. They spread out, moving side by side through the wider area, but still cautious. It was Sesshomaru, slightly ahead of his brother, who first spotted them.
He stopped suddenly, dropping into a crouch, Inuyasha mirroring his actions almost immediately, but they'd been spotted. A patrol from the main army camped below, no doubt; Inuyasha counted maybe ten soldiers slipping through the dappled shadows of the forest and he was sure he hadn't spotted them all. He crept up behind his brother, pulling Tetsusaiga and passing it to Sesshomaru.
Sesshomaru sighed in annoyance but his fingers curled around the hilt, accepting it. Inuyasha nodded, then leapt up into the canopy of the trees. If they were facing more of the hunters the sword would only slow him down; he needed quickness and dexterity to avoid them. Sesshomaru had proved that he could command Tetsusaiga even in his current human form, and though Inuyasha knew his brother would resent the implication that he needed the assistance he was currently without any offensive weapon and Inuyasha would feel better if Tetsusaiga was being used.
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Sesshomaru stayed crouched where he was, watching as the soldiers moved. They were a disciplined unit and used signs he could not make out to signal each other. Wonderful. He tightened his grip on Tetsusaiga's hilt, hearing the soldier that had crept up behind him as the man took the last few steps that would bring him within striking distance of Sesshomaru. He never made it; turning as he heard the man grunt, Sesshomaru impaled him on Tetsusaiga's length as he used the man's forward motion to pull his body around as a shield between him and the majority of the group. A few arrows struck the man's body and the nearest trees, then Sesshomaru was forced to drop the body and pull his sword free to meet another attack.
The patrol was good, and they used their numbers to overcome any weaknesses. He'd completely lost track of Inuyasha, the occasional guttural scream of a soldier his only clue as to his brother's whereabouts. He and the group of about four that still remained dancing around him had fought their way out of the forested area, back toward the open area on the edge of the cliff, no longer trying to hide amid the brush. None of these men were archers; they had to come at him with the steel in their hands and despite their superior number they were finding the prospect daunting.
The sun beat down on them as Sesshomaru moved to keep the cliff at his back, keeping his opponents in front of him. He shivered suddenly, a strange wave of feeling passing over him, his vision blurring momentarily. One of the soldiers sensed the opening and attacked; Sesshomaru blocked his strike, their swords tangled together. He felt oddly lightheaded, his blood pulsing through him strangely, the beat of it echoing in his ears. Like wolves scenting weakness the
soldiers seemed to know something was wrong; they moved in closer, a second man moving forward to strike. Sesshomaru saw him; he tried to pull Tetsusaiga from where it was caught up against the first man's sword, but the pounding in his ears made him slow, and he felt a sudden burning sensation as the man's sword pierced his side.
He stepped back from the soldiers, instinctively curling over the injury, one hand going to his side to
cover the wound. He stepped back again and snarled at the men, falling to one knee, burying his head in his hand, the other still gripping Tetsusaiga, consumed by the incessant pounding.
The hand was smeared with blood and as he brushed it over his face the scent of his own blood hit him hard. It wasn't that it was his blood, but rather the fact that he could smell it, strongly. He blinked at his hand; the bandage he kept wrapped around it had pulled away and he could see the wound from the arrow, that night a month ago, had healed. A surge of power pulsed through him and he fully realized what was happening; his demon blood was waking from its enforced sleep.
His opponents also seemed to realize the truth of their quarry's disorientation and suddenly pressed their attack, knowing their time was short. Yelling wildly, the four of them all pressed toward him.
Sesshomaru snarled and swung Tetsusaiga, but his body, caught between two realities, didn't know itself and he overbalanced, stumbling and falling near the cliff. The ground cracked and crumbled beneath him, but his mind was too full of the taste of blood to pay attention. One of the soldiers stepped forward, striking him again, the bite of the sword in his flesh waking him up further. He reached up and grabbed the man by the throat with a hissed snarl and cut off his head, releasing the body and tossing it over the side of the cliff. One of the others yelled then, running forward and slamming his body against Sesshomaru.
His demon blood was fighting to reassert itself but still hadn't completely fought free of the strange
poison. When the man ran into him he fell to the ground, ducking underneath the attack and trying to flip his opponent off the precipice as he had with the one just before. The only problem was that this human was still alive; he wrapped his hands around Sesshomaru's wrist, just above where he held tightly to Tetsusaiga, and pulled. Sesshomaru hissed at him, his other hand clawing for purchase in the crumbling ground and finding none, momentum carrying him off the edge of the cliff
and he fell with his opponent.
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The fifth soldier was the first one that gave him any trouble and as Inuyasha dodged the man's suddenly quick sword, jumping back up into the tree above, he growled in annoyance. The ghost of a familiar scent on the wind made him leave the man and head back to the cliff edge where he knew Sesshomaru was entangled with another part of the group. He pushed a branch out of the way and saw his brother, back to the drop of the cliff, blood dripping down his side, behead one of the soldiers and toss his body over the edge. Another of the soldiers ran forward... Inuyasha
didn't see what exactly happened, but his brother was suddenly gone.
He didn't have to look, Inuyasha knew the shape of the cliff- the way it fell sheer to the army
encampment at the bottom. But he ran over to the edge anyway, grasping at the bloodied dirt on the edge, peering over with his heart in his throat. The wind gusted up against him, hard, and far off to one side he thought he saw the windblown body of one of the soldiers. Of his brother, there was no sign. "Sesshomaru," he murmured, his heart contracted, his soul screamed. He was gone.
The remnants of the patrol were regrouping behind Inuyasha; he could hear them talking to each other quietly, their words a meaningless jumble to his ears. He jerked back around to face them and his eyes blazed red.

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