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Misfortune Followed Us Home	By : SuyukiTai Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 11518 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Misfortune Followed Us Home ch.20

Sesshoumaru looked down at the limp miko in his arms. He was walking the forest looking for a defensible position, somewhere he could leave her in relative safety while he went for provisions. He didn’t know why he saved her, didn’t understand why his body automatically leapt into action when the girl was lifted into the air. But his body did move and now he was stuck with her. She bled from her head, an injury she sustained when he collided with her as he pulled her to him in mid-air. The scent was tangy, full, he resisted the pull as he surveyed his surroundings. He walked, searching for another hour before he came across the cave. He scented the cave before he entered. It had long ago been abandoned and the scent of plant life and mineral enhanced water filtered through the air. He deposited the miko next to the cave wall, dropping her belongings next to her and returned to the entrance erect a barrier across the opening. He stopped in mid-step as a scent filtered across his senses. He felt the edges of his self-control waver as he breathed in. He glanced back at the miko as the scent strengthened and then disappeared. She was losing control of her powers. Or else her body was diverting her energy to accelerate her healing. What did the reason matter he asked himself. The last time he stayed around her, he succumbed to her ningen flesh. Never again he promised himself, still, he would not run away from a weak, injured, ningen female. His lip curled back in distaste at the thought. He glared at the girl briefly before returning his attention to the barrier. Erected, he walked past he slumbering form and investigated the rest of the cave. It contained an onsen and some unusual fungi but nothing life threatening or dangerous. He ventured out into the rain to search for dry wood for a fire. An errant thought passed by, why was he doing this? That ningen was not his responsibility, why was he wasting his time trying to take care of her. He could not think of a viable answer but never the less he didn’t bother to stop gathering firewood, to build the life giving flames to warm the miko’s chilled, damp flesh. Didn’t stop him from thinking about what else she might need, noticing the faint grumble of the miko’s stomach signaling hunger. Without thinking he raised himself up and went to hunt for her, to provide for her, barely noticing when her control wavered and then snapped in her unconscious state right as he passed through the barrier.

Ah-Un flew over the forest, its three tiny occupants scanning the forest floor looking for signs of where their other companions had gone. At the first sign of danger the children had been ushered to the two-headed dragon and whisked away with their kappa guardian into the sky. They saw when the kaze swung her fan and summoned the tornadoes from the sky. Ah-Un flew away then, getting out of range and when at last the winds dissipated, they surveyed the area looking for the foster family for the two small children.
After an hour had passed and there was no sign, after the last tear had been shed and the two bundled together to comfort one another, Jaken grasped the reigns tightly in hand and steered the dragon in the direction of the Western Shiro. Jaken had no dobut that his lord and master still lived. Nothing could bring down Sesshoumaru-sama! Besides, he had witnessed Sesshoumaru take much more damage than what that pitiful kaze could do, it was inevitable that Sesshoumaru-sama survived.

Inuyasha awoke with a start. He crouched down and held his head in his hands. His head was killing him. “What the hell happened,” he exclaimed. He groaned as his claws dug into the tender flesh of his scalp. Five minutes later the pain finally began to dissipate and he released his head with a sigh of relief. He look around but could not recognize where he was. He look up from where he was now seated at, the tree above him abruptly ended in a splintered mess about 7 meters up. “Fucking bitch,” he thought as he mentally cursed Kagura. He stood up and immediately noticed the lack of weight at his waist. He felt frantically at his hips looking for the missing Tetsusaiga. He turned in circles and after several minutes of overlooking, located the sword embedded in a tree 21 meters up. He cursed as he marched over to the tree and tried to find a decent handhold so he could climb up and dislodge the sword.

Sesshoumaru stood waist deep in the cool water. His head tilted skyward as the rain showered him. He rolled his head, cracking his neck and working out the kinks in the taunt muscles. He scooped water up between his palms and ran the water across his face.
“We must return,” a voice filtered across his consciousness.
“No,” he rumbled in return.
“She waits for us, willing.”
“Defenseless, unconscious,” Sesshoumaru retorted.
“So you care for her then.” It was a statement.
“As of now, the onna is mine to protect.”
“Even from us? She would share in our desire easily enough.”
“Your desire.”
“I know well the heat that courses through your blood at the slightest hint of her fragrance.”
“I shall not fall so low as to mate with a ningen.”
“We shall see,” the voice countered as it faded away.
Sesshoumaru inwardly sighed as he redressed, drying his damp clothes with his youki. Before he could feed the miko, he had to feed himself. It was a successful, if not particularly bloody, hunt. He grabbed the dead boar he had discarded as he cleaned himself of the blood and mud. He shifted the weight, placing the boar upon his shoulder and walked off in the direction of the cave.

Inuyasha crashed into the ground. He groaned as he sat upon, but grinned cockily as he glanced at Tetsusaiga embedded into the ground. He had finally gotten the sword out of the tree! He stood up, dusting of his clothes, and sheathed Tetsusaiga in one fluid motion. He scented the air, looking for a starting point, but found nothing. He turned in a circle before picking a random direction and marching off into the brush.

Sango sat up slowly as she took in her surroundings. She pushed away Kirara and the kasai neko ran to wake Miroku from his unnatural slumber by licking at his face. The trio had landed in the middle of the forest and surrounded by debris. Hiraikotsu lay on the edge of the clearing across from the point where they landed. Sango stood up, examining the treetops trying to discern which direction they came from when they crashed. She took a step and winced as she stumbled from a pain in her lower leg. She glanced down, noticing the tear in her battle uniform and sat down to examine the wound. A two inch long gash, riddled with splintered pieces of wood, lay embedded in her flesh. She sighed as she looked for anything to clean the wound with. The problem with Kagome’s, as she called it, inter-dimensional bag was that she kept most of the supplies with her at all times. There was not much Sango could do about the wound without water or one of Kagome’s futuristic advances, none of which were nearby. She opted to pluck out as many splinters she could and tearing off her sleeves, used one to try and clean some of the dirt out and using the other one, bandaged it.
“Sango, are you alright,” Miroku called out as he sat up staff in hand.
“I’m fine, nothing I can’t handle, are you hurt,” she asked.
“I am fine as well, nothing seems cut or broken.”
“Good. Let’s see what we can do to meet up with everyone,” she said as she stood up again testing the amount of weight she could place on her leg. “Kirara,” she called, “Can you fly?”
In response Kirara mewed and transformed into her larger form. She ran across the clearing and retrieved Hiraikotsu and waited as Sango strapped it on. She leaned down as the pair climbed onto her back.
“Let’s go that way Kirara, towards those broken treetops,” Sango said pointing. Kirara rose into the air and as they cleared the foliage saw a dot in the distance coming closer.
“What is that Miroku,” Sango asked.
“Could it be Ah-Un,” he responded. They looked at each other for a moment contemplating.
“Get closer Kirara, no matter what whoever it is has already seen us,” Sango urged and they flew off in its direction.

Sesshoumaru emerged from the forest. He had seen her from a distance, peering out into the night. There was nothing wrong with her then, good. He walked through the barrier and he nearly paused as he caught the full essence of her scent. Instead he glanced at her and deposited the dead boar by the fire before taking a seat against the cave wall.
“What happened,” her voice filtered through the air.
He looked at her for a moment, debating on whether or not to inform her that her barrier had fallen.
“We have been separated from your tachi. Come morning we will set out to reunite with them.” He had wanted to say something. She began preparing to cook the meat.
“So where are we?” This onna was talkative.
“Two days from the south-western road, more southern, towards the boundary between the west and the south.”
“And the others?”
“The children evacuated before Kagura attacked. They will look for the closest person. I cannot say for any of the others.” “Why am I answering her inane questions,” he asked himself as he inhaled again.
“Oh.”
“Miko,” he called though he had no reason why. Her scent was driving him crazy. Was this a plot of hers, for what reason would she cause such torture? The onna knew not what she did. When she looked up, he merely nodded and directed her towards the hot spring at the back of the cave. He watched as she finished preparing her food and left towards the onsen. He nearly sighed in relief as her scent dissipated slightly. She was going to kill him. No. He would have to kill her, would before succumbing to her ningen flesh. Never.
“You want her, we want her, why not just give in,” that voice whispered. The idea of it, he craved it but refused to give in.
“No. When she returns I will inform her of her condition.”
“You will not, cannot. No matter how hard you try, I will not allow those words to pass your lips.”
“We shall see,” he responded. It was the end of the conversation. The smell of burning meat reached his nose and he removed her meal from the fire before it became irrecoverable. She appeared not long after, thanking him for not letting her food burn. She settled down to eat and he held back a shudder as her scent returned. He tried, and inconceivable as it was, that other part of him, the baser more primitive and more selfish held him back. Many a time the words passed his mind, came to his lips and fizzled away like the last embers of a fire turned to dust. He watched her as she stared out into the stormy night.
“Miko.” The words came unbidden, unwanted and ill received. He locked eyes with her and felt it as the primal part of his being began to rise to the surface. He wanted to warn her, “Run,” but she stayed, watching him. He closed his eyes and was lost.
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