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Perfect Reflection	By : AngelaBlythe Category: InuYasha > General Views: 1401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s Note:
I feel obligated to explain to you my choice of the name I
gave Inu Yasha�s
father.� I found it on Wikipedia, and apparently in the third Inu
Yasha movie, Swords of an Honorable Ruler, Myoga calls Inu Yasha�s father Sugimi.� That�s it.�
He needs a name other than that bastardization Inutaishou.

CHAPTER 2:

The Great Dog Demon, Lord of the Western Lands, the Dog
General, was upset.� This was generally
considered to be a bad sign for anyone his anger was directed at.� In this case, it would be a bad sign for Oyakata, the leader of the Panther Demon Tribe.� Sugimi flexed his
hand � the one the human woman had held so gently � and then sniffed his
palm.� Yes, her scent was light, but
still there.� And somewhere behind his
eyes was the image of her pale skin bathed in moonlight, her striking coal
eyes, and long, silky hair.� Her soft
words echoed in his mind.� Please, my
lord�� I�ll do anything�

Sugimi shook his head clear, but
the tingling in his hand remained.� It
left him wondering if he was killing Oyakata because
of his intrusion into his lands, or for this startlingly beautiful hanyo.� He resolved
himself to think on this matter later.�
For now, he was on the hunt for Oyakata.� It would not be a hard trail to follow; all
he had to do was follow the stench of panther-cat and blood.

He arrived on the soft planes of the border on the
northernmost side of his lands.� The tall
grass waved in the breeze, and Oyakata stood in man
form, seemingly waiting.� Oyakata was a proud demon of great power and skill.� He would pose a great challenge, and Sugimi was not exactly looking forward to the battle.

�Inu no Taishou!�
bellowed Oyakata in a hearty voice.� Oyakata�s violet
eyes flashed dangerously in the moonlight.�
The moon was so large, so low in the sky that the night seemed an
imitation of day.� �I sensed the time was
soon that you would challenge me.�

Sugimi sighed and let the breeze
whip his ponytail about.� �I come because
of your intrusion into my lands, because of your senseless slaughter.� Your attack insults me, Oyakata.� Did you think I would not respond?�

Oyakata let out a booming laugh,
his long, braided, black hair falling over his shoulder.� �Pride has blinded you, Dog General!�

With that, over a hundred enemies � lesser panther demons �
leapt out of the high grass.� Sugimi had not sensed them, but he was not entirely
surprised that Oyakata would try this ploy.� With a frown, Sugimi
drew Tessaiga from his side and it flared into its
true form.� For a moment there were no
words and the field was still.� Oyakata, smirking mightily, yelled for the attack.� �Take the Great Dog Demon!� Give me his head!�

Sugimi whipped Tessaiga
about and found his focus.� �Wind Scar!�� To the
sound of a hundred screams, the field once again became empty, save Sugimi and Oyakata.

Sugimi noted that Oyakata didn�t seem so surprised.� Instead, he chuckled.� With an engulfing black flame, Oyakata reverted to his true form � a gigantic, black,
sharp fanged panther.� His bellow shook
the earth itself.� �Now we fight, Inu no Taishou!�

There were a few things Sugimi
didn�t understand.� Why was he not able
to sense the hiding panther demons?� Why
did Oyakata not seem angered at their death?� Why was he so eager to fight in true
form?� Did he not realize that Sugimi would retain the advantage as an older, more
experienced demon?

Still, the challenge could no go unanswered, and with a
flash of fire, Sugimi, Inu
no Taishou, howled into existence as the huge Great
Dog Demon.� His silvery coat shone
blindingly in the moonlight, and his fangs glared dangerously.� For a moment they stood, appraising one
another.� Sugimi
had decided against his truest form as overkill.� This form would do just fine.

The leader of the Panther Demon Tribe was the first to run
the offensive, and for a while they danced about each other in the dark of
night.� Oyakata
hissed and clawed viciously at Sugimi, but did not
draw blood until Sugimi lost his balance
temporarily.� Oyakata�s
jaws clamped onto Sugimi�s neck.� A dark feeling built inside of Sugimi, like perhaps a trap was just set.� On the perimeter of his senses, Sugimi realized he was not alone with Oyakata.� He had been distracted by battle, but now he
felt them.� There were hundreds of lesser
panther demons.

They were suddenly upon him, stabbing or biting or
clawing.� Sugimi
howled in anger, shaking several off his back.�
With terrible rage, Sugimi recognized the
trap.� The demons he slew earlier were
dust and bone � these were real.� Sugimi slashed at the underbelly of the great panther demon.� Oyakata�s cry
echoed about the land, and his panther demon followers howled in response.

Sugimi took the chance to repay
the favor Oyakata had extended and latched onto the
panther demon�s neck in a death grip.� Sugimi tasted blood, and though Oyakata
scratched and twisted, the dog demon held fast.�
The lesser panther demons of Oyakata�s tribe
attacked with fury, but Sugimi�s grip could not be
broke.� As he broke through Oyakata�s neck, he felt the life blood drain from his
foe.� Sensing the death of their leader,
the remaining panther demons gathered around him and cried piteously.

After reverting to his human form, Sugimi
again drew the Tessaiga and slew the lesser panther
demons, wincing at the gaping wound on his neck and shoulder.� As a demon he would heal fast and by himself,
but since it was another, powerful demon that caused the wounds, it would take
longer than usual to heal completely.

Perhaps it was the lack of blood, or perhaps it was the echo
of her kind voice, but something stirred the memory of that beautiful female human.� Sugimi found
himself wandering in the direction of the mysterious lady of the castle.

Blood dripped on the fine wooden stairs leading up to the
main pavilion of the castle.� The moon
had almost set, but his enhanced sight could make her out as clearly as he
would have in the middle of the afternoon.�
The wide open doors of the main hallway were lit by withering candles,
and inside the hall were several sick or injured peasants.� The female human was helping the young child
drink water when she glanced up and saw him in the doorway.� She stood up slowly and looked at him with
wide, admiring eyes.� Then she gave him a
respectful bow and hurried over on soft feet.

�My lord,� she whispered gently.� �Please accept the poor hospitality of my
home while you heal.� It would be a great
honor, my lord.�� Her eyes did not rise
above his knees.

Sugimi grunted and she bowed
again, leading him a short way to another, stately room with a large sleeping
pad in the center.� Could this be the
room of the lord of the castle, he thought to himself.� There were several scrolls hanging on the
walls, and a rack of swords covering one wall.�
The room also allowed a view of a particularly beautiful garden.

Sugimi chose a wall and leaned
against hit, removing his swords as he sat.�
The woman approached him with a bowl of warm water and several
cloths.� �My lord,� she said softly,
�please allow me to clean your wounds.�

�Not necessary,� he grunted.

The woman nodded.�
�Yes, my lord.� I know I cannot
help you heal � your powers far surpass mine.�
But I would not want another demon attracted by the blood to bother you
during your rest, my lord.�

The corner of Sugimi�s mouth
turned upwards.� Perhaps the woman had
done some research about demons after he�d left.� Sugimi removed his
metal armor and mantle wordlessly, and the woman knelt beside him and set down
the bowl of water.� He could smell the
fear on her, but she looked curious.� He
had not spent much time around humans to know if this was normal.� Most were too afraid, though he did his best
to protect the ones that could not protect themselves against demons like Oyakata.

She silently moved aside the collar of his robes, and he saw
the heat rise to her cheeks.� Though she
said nothing, he could sense that there were many things she would like to ask
him.� She was careful not to press too
forcefully against the wound; she had very tender hands.� Finally, she began to clean the blood off his
face and hands.� Very gently, she tipped
his face towards hers to clean the blood off his other cheek.� He allowed himself to look at her, and saw
that she had a small smile on her lips; her eyes were soft and full of warmth.

When she had finished washing the blood off his hands and
forearms, she bowed her head and made to leave.�
Before she could rise, Sugimi grabbed her
wrist, though not tight enough to hurt her.�
She jumped in surprise.� �What is
your name, human?� he asked as kindly as he could.

She bowed her head.�
�I am called Izayoi, my lord.�

Sugimi nodded.� �Thank you, Izayoi.�

She smiled a small smile.�
�My lord.��
Then she backed out of the room and closed the sliding door behind her.
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