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Someone Who Completes Me	By : Kuchikiwraith Category: InuYasha > General > DarkFic Views: 2337 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ali batted at the flower bud playfully with one delicate paw. Two days ago, she’d learned how to change into a fox. Spotting a butterfly, she left the flower alone and chased it, yipping happily.
She rather wanted to see the demon lord again; it had been three weeks since he’d walked her past the creepy cave. Despite what everyone but Rin said, she didn’t find him scary or intimidating at all. She liked that he was quiet. She didn’t deny there was bit of a physical attraction, but she attributed that to his incubus nature- he had that creepy beautiful thing that she’d always assumed soul suckers had in the fairy tales she’d read as a child.
She caught the butterfly in her mouth and promptly spit it out— it tasted nasty. She sneezed as dust went up her nose and shook her head.
“Mew!”
Ali jumped as Kirara popped out of the tall grass. She growled playfully at Ali, who growled back. Dancing away, Ali dared the cat demon to catch her. She was distracted ten minutes later when she saw a strange stick bobbing in the tall grass. Ali felt a canine grin cross her face as she spotted the toad demon that was about the same size as her. Ali stalked it quietly for several minutes, and when it began crying about being left behind, she pounced.
Sesshomaru sighed audibly. Jaken was an excellent servant, but he never shut up. Instead of scolding him, Sesshomaru silently began walking faster. Ten minutes later, he whipped around as Jaken let out a truly terrified scream. When he saw Jaken pinned to the ground facedown by a little white fox with gold tipped ears and tail, he nearly laughed—a truly unusual urge for him. The fox jumped back into the tall grass as Jaken reached for the staff of two heads and pulled himself to his feet.
“Lord Sesshomaru, we should leave this place— there is something here. It almost ate me!” Jaken whined. Sesshomaru snorted and started walking again. When he heard the grass rustle a few minutes later, he allowed Jaken to pass him. When the white and gold fox pounced again, he caught it in mid-air. The fox scrunched up cutely, looking at him with huge purple eyes.
“You should not assault other people’s servants,” he told Alithia, fighting a smile. He wondered when she’d learned how to change into this form. She let out a cheerful yip and squirmed in his hand, trying to get down. He looked at her elegant little body and frowned. Ali’s white fur was striped with silver, but not in a way that looked natural or even artificial, as the purple and pink streaks that tinted her hair appeared and smelled— some were jagged, some whip thin, while still others were thicker than his thumb.
Ali was tempted to nip the demon lord’s hand to make him let go. He was making her uncomfortable with the way his gold eyes seemed to burn right through her. Finally, he dropped her, and she darted off into the grass, so she could shift back and get dressed; it had been to her utter humiliation that she discovered when she turned back into her humanoid form the very first time, she was naked; now Ali was always prepared with extra clothes. She caught up with the demon lord and bowed.
“I didn’t mean to offend you, Lord Sesshomaru,” she apologized.
“Hnn.”
They walked toward the village in silence; Ali grew more and more uncomfortable as the demon lord flicked sideways glances at her. “Alithia, why do you have silver stripes?” he asked softly, staring at the road ahead of them.
Jaken wondered what was wrong with his lord as he trailed behind the two. He’d never seen Sesshomaru act this way toward anyone before— not even the brat. Sesshomaru did not converse with anyone so casually, especially not half-demons. He gasped as he finally recognized the aura of the thing that had attacked him not five minutes ago. He quickly swiveled the staff of two heads and launched a stream of fire from the mouth of the old man toward the girl. Jaken gapped as the fire was absorbed into the half-demon instead of hurting it. The halfling turned and shot him a dirty look.
“Hey, it’s rude to attack people from behind, you stupid toad,” she snapped, her fangs showing. Jaken was about to reply when he saw the icy cold look in his master’s eyes that warned him not to say anything. He blanched and mumbled an apology to the creature and waited for the pair to start walking again.
“You did not answer my question.”
Ali flinched inwardly at the demanding tone of the demon lord. *Damn, he’s not going to let it go,* she thought. “They’re just scars,” she admitted, answering his question. Without taking a breath, she quickly changed the subject, not wanting to talk about how ugly she thought the marks made her. “Rin didn’t think you’d come to the wedding. She’ll be happy to see you again so soon.” The only place on her body that didn’t have visible scars was her face. She’d never been self-conscious about the bodily scars until Eddie. She shut off that train thought before it could upset her and peered suspiciously over her shoulder at the muttering toad demon.
Sesshomaru lifted an eyebrow at Ali’s evasion of his question. It was clear that her scars were not something she was going to discuss with a stranger. He doubted she spoke of it with anyone. When her scent was flooded with shame, he nearly choked at its acridness. Sesshomaru blinked as he felt her self-loathing flare immediately after talking and then vanish before she shot Jaken a suspicious look, who was muttering under his breath behind them.
“When did you learn how to Change?” he asked her.
Ali smiled happily, making him swallow hard. She was very lovely when she did that. Sesshomaru turned his attention to the road and ignored his reaction to the girl. “Two nights ago, actually. I woke up looking like a fox and just had to run around for a bit. No one else knows yet, though,” she said, swiveling to face him and walking backwards a little further ahead on the path, her hands clasped behind her back.
“Hnn,” he replied, lifting an eyebrow at the way she gracefully dodged any obstacles in her path without needing to look. “You learned how to speak this tongue remarkably fast,” he commented, turning his eyes away from her.
“Yeah; I don’t know why, though…” Ali answered distractedly, one of her elegant white ears swiveling around as she walked. Suddenly, she spun to the left and took off, moving faster than Sesshomaru had ever seen even Inuyasha go. A piercing scream ripped through the air a split second later, and Sesshomaru’s eyes widened.
*Did she hear that before me? Impossible!*
Ali leapt over a log and slid to a halt in the middle of the large grassy field. Straight ahead of her, a tall, scrawny man held a small girl against his chest, nuzzling her in an extremely creepy way. A flicker of movement caught Ali’s eye, and she saw a pincer extending from the man’s hip pinning a sobbing woman to the ground, who reached desperately for the child, ignoring the fact that she was bleeding heavily from where she was impaled.
“Let the girl go, you filth,” Ali ordered, eyes blazing as she cracked her knuckles threateningly. The man turned to Ali and deliberately licked the child’s cheek in a sensual manner as he maintained eye contact.
“But she’s so sweet and tasty. So innocent,” he purred. “Ones like this are delicious. She’s going to be a miko… if I chose to let her live, that is,” he added.
Ali clenched her jaw and glared. “I said, let her go,” she repeated and stepped closer to the demon. The demon snorted dismissively and began pulling the little girl’s kimono off. Ali launched herself at the creep and was promptly slammed head-first into the ground. With the fox out of the way, the demon killed the impaled woman and began walking away with the girl, caressing her every step of the way.
Sesshomaru followed the sounds of the frantic screams, moving faster as the smell of blood filled the air. When he reached the clearing, he had to lift his sleeve to cover his nose to keep from gagging on the smell of lust. His eyes flicked to Ali, sighing inwardly as he saw her blank eyes. *Stupid half-breed,* he thought in annoyance.
“Mommy!” a childish voice echoed across the clearing, and Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at the demon that had killed the woman.
“Demons like you disgust me,” he said, flexing his hand.
The scum turned and smirked at the demon lord. “Oh, aren’t you the pretty one. Perhaps after I’m done with this miko, we can have some fun.”
Sesshomaru scoffed at the disgusting proposition. “This Sesshomaru does not think so,” he said, eyes narrowing as something tentacle-like slid under the small girl’s kimono, making her scream for her mother again. The hair on the back of Sesshomaru’s neck stood up as he felt something behind him, making him leap into the air away from the new threat. He landed lightly on a log and turned his head toward the disturbance. His eyes widened as he saw Alithia pulling herself to her feet, silver energy crackling all around her, arching off of her in elegant ropy strands.
“I SAID TO LET HER GO.”
There weren’t many things that scared the Lord of the Western Lands— if truth be told, he’d never been truly scared in his entire life, save for the time he’d made Inuyasha go full-demon. Now, with blood pouring down the side of her head and her eyes glowing red and silver over an uncompromising scowl, Alithia Mizuki Higurashi made Sesshomaru’s blood run cold.
The demon holding the child turned toward Alithia and smirked. “Make me, half-breed bitch,” he sneered and tried to spear her with one of his tentacles. Both he and Sesshomaru blinked when the tentacle only hit the dirt, the fox girl having disappeared.
“I DISLIKE REPEATING MYSELF.” The cold, sinister voice issuing from Alithia’s throat and echoing directly into his brain unnerved Sesshomaru more than the way she’d teleported a hundred feet to stand in front of the other demon, who had finally dropped the child to the ground.
“Aww, mikos aren’t as fun as the others anyway,” he said casually as the child ran away. He leered down at Alithia. “I bet I can teach you some very fun things,” he promised menacingly, sliding his tentacles around Alithia’s ankles and up her legs. Just as Sesshomaru moved to save her, the demon screamed in agony as blood exploded from his groin. He clutched himself and backed away from the expressionless girl in front of him. “Bitch!” he screamed and reached for her again. “You’ll pay for—” The demon choked and reached for the throat he no longer possessed, finding nothing but a gaping hole instead. Alithia then speared him through the chest with her hand. The demon’s spirit stood over his mutilated, dead body looking confused until she pointed at it.
“BURN IN HELL,” she ordered, and the demon spirit evaporated in a puff of flame. Alithia coldly flicked the blood from her claws and then turned to Sesshomaru. He lifted an eyebrow at her, daring her to attack him. To emphasize his point, Sesshomaru placed his hand on Bakuseiga. Alithia blinked a few times, and her eyes returned to their normal purple.
Ali lifted a hand to her aching head and swayed. The last thing she really remembered was sprinting toward the demon. She flinched as someone reached for her, ducking and staggering away from them.
“This Sesshomaru does not wish to harm you,” a familiar voice rumbled. She stared at the demon lord as clawed fingers gently pulled her hand away from her head.
“What happened?” she asked faintly, her knees buckling. Gentle arms wrapped around her and lowered her to the ground.
“You killed a demon,” the lord said dryly. Ali winced as his fingers probed the cut on her head, her fingers curling around his wrist.
“You must be joking. I can’t even kick Shippo’s ass, and he’s just a kid. You expect me to believe I killed a fully fledged demon?” She snorted in derision.
“Truthfully, you slaughtered him, Alithia,” the demon lord responded after a moment.
She tilted her head back to look him in the eye. “You were scared,” she commented softly.
Sesshomaru finally looked down at the half-goddess. “Yes,” he said simply, and then tilted her head sideways. “Do not move for a moment. I am going to heal you since you are too weak to do it yourself at the moment.” He traced the crescent-shaped cut on her temple with his tongue. The third time he traced the wound, he felt it seal up.
“Doesn’t that taste disgusting?” Alithia inquired as she raised shaking fingers to touch the scar. Sesshomaru shrugged and gently pushed her fingers away.
“No.” he began rubbing the blood from her temple with his sleeve.
“Lord Sesshomaru! I felt a great power and feared for you!” Jaken came stumbling to a halt as he found Sesshomaru. The demon lord glared at the imp and shifted Alithia’s now trembling form into his arms.
“Jaken, find Ah-Un and set up camp,” he ordered and tucked his Mokomoko around Alithia. He would figure out why he felt the need to take care of the half-goddess later— this episode had confirmed that she certainly wasn’t a half-fox spirit. He carried her away from the battlefield, pausing only to revive the child’s mother with Tenseiga.

Three days later, Lord Sesshomaru stood in the shadows and watched his ward get married, a strange feeling clenching his chest at the sight of Rin becoming forever linked with Kohaku. His gaze fell on Alithia as he smelled her tears and realized that she felt the same way he did— lonely. Whirling away, he returned to his normal patrol route and tried not to think of the half-goddess who was still recovering from slaying the slimy demon.

Four months later
Sesshomaru stood in the shadow of a tree and watched Alithia dance across the surface of the frozen pond. How she stayed upright on such perilously thin blades was beyond him. He folded his arms across his chest and lifted an eyebrow as the half-goddess launched herself into the air, twisting around several times before landing gracefully. Sesshomaru had stopped because of the strange music and the small fire; it was too close to Rin’s new home to just let it burn out of control. He hadn’t expected to see Alithia and was rather impressed with the girl; she had gotten even better at controlling her magic if the way the music pouring from the fire was any indication. Sesshomaru winced when Ali jumped again and landed awkwardly on the ice, spinning across the surface on her ass to the edge of the pond near where he stood.
Ali rubbed her lower back and cussed loudly. She hated when she fell like that; it freaking hurt and screwed her routines up for the rest of the day. A large hand filled her vision, making her blink.
“Lord Sesshomaru!” she gasped and accepted his hand, mentally commanding the music to stop as she admired his striped wrists.
“You should pay more attention to your surroundings, Higurashi-san. I could have killed you at any time,” he pointed out as he pulled her to her feet. Ali blushed but didn’t let go of his hand.
“I know. I just… I did it again. It makes me so tired and screws up my senses.” The demon lord arched an eyebrow at her with a silent question. “It wasn’t a demon this time. He was just a man,” she explained, dropping her gaze to the snow.
Clawed fingers tilted her chin up gently. “What happened?”
Ali sighed and licked her lips, trying not to cry. “About a week ago, I was taking some medicines to a village nearby for Kagome, and I heard someone crying for help. The next thing I knew, there was blood everywhere, and this woman was giving me a very expensive kimono. The villagers told me that I’d killed their former chief— but he was corrupt, and three of his wives had died under strange circumstances, as did several of his children. When I left, it looked like they were building a statue of me.” She blew a strand of hair from her eyes, frustrated by the memory loss and the embarrassment of being so admired. She wasn’t thrilled with the thought of having killed a human being, no matter how awful he was.
Sesshomaru stared down at the half-goddess and cursed at himself for not noticing her current weakened state. “What does the old priestess say?” he asked, dropping his hand from Alithia’s jaw, which he finally realized was still cradling her face.
“I haven’t mentioned it yet.” The girl shrugged, absently rubbing the scar he’d healed four months earlier. Sesshomaru let a sigh escape his lips.
“The old woman is a miko. You need to tell her about this,” he said sternly.
“But she can’t help me— neither can Kagome. They’ve been trying to ever since I accepted that I was a goddess, but my powers are too different. Shippo helps when he can, but he’s only a year older than me even if he only looks eight years old. He’s shown me everything he knows. Miroku helps occasionally, but I don’t like asking him, because he has a family to take care of. Besides, sometimes he gives me a weird look and starts rubbing my hand.” The girl shrugged and giggled embarrassingly. “Somehow, every time he does that, Sango shows up and hits him with her giant boomerang thing. It’s almost as funny as playing tricks on your brother.”
Sesshomaru lifted an eyebrow, the shadow of a smirk on his face.
“My personal favorite is throwing small round objects across a field,” Ali confided. “He chases them nearly every time.” Her fangs flashed as she grinned wickedly. Sesshomaru smiled back automatically as he pictured his brother acting like an idiot. An icy breeze made Sesshomaru realize he still held Alithia’s hand; he dropped it and tucked his hands into his sleeves. He stared down at her and frowned when he realized she wasn’t even shivering despite the lack of clothing she wore.
“How are you not cold?” he asked.
Ali blinked at the demon lord’s expression and skated backwards with a blush. She’d never felt so naked in her life as she did at that moment and tugged at the edge of her shimmering black skirt. “The skating keeps me warm,” she said finally, her eyes dropping to the ice. *He isn’t Eddie, and this is feudal Japan. I probably look like a hooker to him,* Ali reminded herself.
Sesshomaru seemed to sense he’d made her uncomfortable. “Why were you delivering medicine to that village alone?” he asked to bring the subject back around to something else.
Ali sighed. “Sango and the twins were sick, Kohaku and Miroku were off killing a demon, and Inuyasha was busy driving Kagome and Rin insane. They’re both three months pregnant,” she said as she rubbed her scar again. “Actually, Inuyasha is driving everyone insane. He growls at anyone who gets within five feet of Kagome, and he won’t let her do anything. I think he’s just worried about history repeating itself— everyone else thinks he’s just nuts,” Alithia said as she rolled her eyes.
Sesshomaru cocked an eyebrow and snorted at his brother’s behavior. *How utterly weak,* he thought scornfully. *His mother was a mere human— Kagome on the other hand has miko powers to protect her from the difficulties of delivering a part demonic child.*
“Ali!”
He turned his head toward the village as the very woman they were speaking of called for the girl on the ice. Sesshomaru watched with interest as Alithia’s ears swiveled toward Kagome’s voice even though his sister-in-law was a quarter of a mile away. “You heard her?” he asked Alithia.
She nodded and rubbed her scar again. “I chose this particular pond for a lot of reasons, one of them being that I can hear what’s going on in the village if I try.” Sesshomaru was impressed with her hearing skills. “I wonder where Inuyasha is,” Alithia continued. “Right about now he should be trying to take her back home,” she mused.
Sesshomaru scoffed and turned to wait for his sister-in-law. “He shouldn’t let her control him like that,” he said in response to Alithia’s lifted eyebrow.
“Why shouldn’t she control him? She’s an alpha, and he’s a beta,” Alithia retorted, twirling in a little circle.
Sesshomaru frowned down at her. “How do you know that?” he asked.
Alithia’s cheeks flushed becomingly. “I read. A lot,” she said simply as she dropped her gaze to the ice. Sesshomaru nearly offered to show her his massive library, but stopped himself. There was no way she’d survive in his castle being meek as she was.
Kagome pushed through the tall bushes and hesitated. Ali was blushing as her brother-in-law stared down at her with an odd expression. She almost felt as if she’d interrupted an intimate moment between them.
“Kagome, you know that the only reason I’m not asking Lord Sesshomaru to take you home is because I know that the exercise is good for you,” Ali scolded her distant ancestor gently in English as she put skate guards on her blades.
Kagome blushed and rubbed the back of her head. “I know, but he’s driving me crazy!” she whined.
Ali walked off the ice and made Kagome sit down on a rock. “Where is Inuyasha?” she asked Kagome.
“I threatened to use the ‘s’ word, if he didn’t go with Miroku to slay a demon,” the miko confessed, not looking at Sesshomaru. Ali giggled as she put a black kettle into the fire, her magic seeping into the pot. Kagome wasn’t surprised when Sesshomaru sat down next to her after he noticed the magic. Five minutes later, Ali reached across the fire and handed Kagome a cup of magic-infused tea, the sleeve of her skating costume trailing into the flames. “Ali, you did it again,” Kagome said, pointing to Ali’s burning sleeve. Her friend glared at the flames until they sheepishly retreated to the fire where they belonged. It always freaked Kagome out when Ali did that. Shippo didn’t have near that much control over his own fox fire.
Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes suspiciously, as Alithia pulled the magic out of his cup of tea. He opened his mouth to say something, but Kagome put her hand on his arm and shook her head as she sipped at her own magically-enhanced tea. When Alithia handed him his cup, he saw a vivid white mark on her arm. Curiosity got the best of him, and he captured her wrist gently before she could sit back down. Kagome gasped and stood up abruptly. Sesshomaru ignored his sister-in-law and pushed the remains of Alithia’s scorched sleeve up. The scar was worse than he’d thought— it ran from the heel of her hand to the inside of her elbow, and it ran parelel to a major vein. With a sickening lurch, he realized that it was a self-inflicted scar.
“You did this,” he accused, shooting Alithia a dirty look. He didn’t find suicide victims worthy of the tears that were shed for them; it was a despicable weakness. It also drove a wedge of fear into his heart for some reason that he didn’t want to examine too closely.
“Yes. When I did that, I felt I had nothing left to live for and that I was unworthy of the life I’d led so far. It wasn’t until later that I realized that the person I thought loved me was poisoning me.” Alithia met his gaze evenly.
“Hnn,” he grunted and released her wrist, looking away from her bewitching purple eyes. He watched her for the next twenty minutes through slitted eyes as she fed his sister-in-law magically-infused food even as she gave him food free of magic. He didn’t eat it, because it smelled awful the way most human food did.
A few minutes later, Kagome yawned sleepily and stretched. “I better get back home before Inuyasha starts panicking,” she said regretfully.
Sesshomaru stood up. “I will return with you. I wish to speak with Rin,” he said and looked over at Ali.
“I’m gonna stay here and skate some more,” she replied to the unasked question, pulling off her skate guards.
When Kagome and Sesshomaru had gone some distance from the pond the demon lord turned to his brother’s wife. “Why did you drink that tea?” he asked.
“She doesn’t know she’s doing it. Ali has been doing that for nearly two months now— everything Rin and I eat is laced with her magic if she makes it. No one else gets the magic, not even her. I asked her once, and she just gave me a confused look.” Sesshomaru snorted and resumed walking. “I’m glad she didn’t hurt you just now, Sesshomaru nii-chan,” Kagome added, biting back a giggle when he growled at the nickname.
“What do you mean by that?” he asked.
“Inuyasha grabbed her wrist the same way you just did about two weeks ago, and she accidently set him on fire before she had a panic attack,” Kagome explained sadly as she remembered the utter terror on the young girl’s face.
“Panic attack?” he asked, confusion filling his face.
“Ali doesn’t like it when people touch her unexpectedly, especially if they’ve been yelling. She has flashbacks to one of the times she was beaten as a child and feels that helpless fear all over again. I think that’s why she’s closest to Rin. Rin understands what she went through better than anyone else.” Kagome’s fist clenched angrily. “You know, even after we calmed her down and everything, Ali still wouldn’t tell us where she got the scar. I had my suspisions, but I couldn’t accuse her of anything,” Kagome said to her brother-in-law after she noticed the way his eyes had started to turn pink, which was a sign they would soon bleed red with demonic rage. “I think she just might trust you,” she added when he turned away.
“… Hnn.”
Sesshomaru considered Kagome’s words and concluded that she was right; for some reason, Alithia had chosen to trust him. The fact that she’d told him she’d gone full-goddess a second time and had elected not to speak of the first time she’d done it with his brother confirmed it. “Have you any idea of who her Kami parent was?” he asked Kagome after several minutes.
Kagome shook her head. “No— until Myoga said differently, we assumed she was what my brother thought she was, part fox spirit. We don’t even know the extent of her powers. The ones we’ve seen her use are pretty generic. Miroku, Kaede, and I all know she’s used deeper abilities twice now— once about a week ago and once just before Rin’s wedding. She hasn’t said anything about it, though.”
Sesshomaru wasn’t surprised that they’d sensed Alithia’s power. “She went full-goddess in much the same way my brother can go full-demon. It is… frightening. The one time I saw her do it, she killed a demon that was hurting a child. Considering the magic she used today, I believe her to be a goddess of children,” he said.
After a moment’s consideration, Kagome stopped and stared at him. “She scared YOU?” Disbelief laced her voice.
“Yes. When she is in full-goddess mode, she could kill me if she chose to purify my demon blood,” he said. “Inuyasha needs to know as well. I do not think she is particularly dangerous unless there is a child in danger of losing its life, so be careful. She doesn’t really remember what she does when she’s like that.” He paused to wait for Kagome to catch up with him.
“Kagome! There you are!” Inuyasha ran past him to Kagome, who smiled softly at her husband as he pulled her into his arms and sniffed her. Over her shoulder, he glared sullenly at his brother, who snorted.
Sesshomaru walked away from them and found Rin inside the old priestess’s hut.
“Lord Sesshomaru!” She smiled happily and patted the ground next to her. He ignored the offer and stared at Kohaku. The young demon slayer grinned and put his arm around his wife. It was obvious that Sango’s brother had to resist the urge to hide behind Rin because of Sesshomaru’s intimidating glare.
“This Sesshomaru is pleased to see his Rin so happy,” the demon lord said formally, his eyes warming as he looked at her. Rin giggled at his formal speech and blushed as she realized he knew that she was pregnant—not that she should be surprised he’d figured it out.
An hour later, Sesshomaru silently slid out of the hut and returned to Alithia’s pond. If she trusted him, he might as well extract as much information from her as he could. The better he and Inuyasha’s pack understood her, the better that they could protect Rin. Nothing was as important to him as protecting his pregnant ward.
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