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Soulless Knight	By : DragonSorceress42 Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 1607 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.

Chapter List
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A/N:
Sorry about any confusion my previous submission may have caused, I
noticed some rather large holes in my story that would have been near
impossible to fill, so I wrote a prologue to negate the inevitable.
As an apology I'm throwing in a special treat for all you patient
folks out there, straight from Nefra’s hentai closet, enter
fluffy.

Sesshoumaru:
I really wish people would stop calling me that, it's undignified.

Me:
But it's such a cute nick-name, pouts.

Sesshoumaru:
Glares
at authoress, has
anyone ever told you that you’re incorrigible?

Me:
nods
and giggles,
and insatiable, enjoy the fic folks.

Disclaimer:
Don't own, never will, that should be enough for y'all.

Soulless
Knight

Chapter
4: Lost and Alone

The two headed dragon
entered the clearing near the hot spring one head sniffed the air
around him, seemingly satisfied that there was no impending danger in
the immediate area, the other head snorted at a bush behind him as he
plopped on the ground and curled up to sleep.

At that moment Rin ran
out of the bush, stark naked and jumped into the hot spring pool with
a shriek of glee. The splash that followed ran over the side of the
pool like a mini tidal wave and soaked Aun’s heads. Aun shook
his heads, and made what sounded like a grumbling sound, before
moving back a bit further from the water to avoid any more splashing.

At that moment Jaken
came stumbling out of the bushes carrying Rin’s clothing,
fuming slightly at the sight, “We are her to bath, not play,
now hurry up or I’ll…”

“Silence, Jaken!”
Sesshoumaru commanded from behind him, there was an edge to his
voice that made Jaken jump.

“Y-yes, Milord.”
Jaken managed to squeak out as he bowed towards the bushes.

Sesshoumaru was sitting
behind a nearby tree, facing away from the hot spring, in an attempt
to give his ward some semblance of privacy. He had his eyes closed
and appeared to be deep in thought, his right arm draped leisurely
over his right knee; he appeared to be completely relaxed; but was in
fact scanning the area with all his senses, making sure there were no
impending threats in the surrounding area.

Sesshoumaru was so
absorbed in searching for large and threatening demonic auras, that
he almost missed the smaller aura on the other side of the hot spring
clearing. His eyes snapped open as he stood, he looked across the
clearing and narrowed his eyes at a small bush near the base of a
rather large tree; the aura was definitely demonic, but it was so
small and weak that it barely registered as there. His sensitive
ears picked up what would have otherwise been a barely audible gasp,
as the demon behind the bush realized he had found it.

“Milord, what is
it?” Jaken asked apprehensively when he noticed his lord
standing.

As if on cue, the bush
across the clearing shook slightly as the unknown demon fled in
terror, “Jaken.” Was all Sesshoumaru said before he ran
after the small demon, knowing that Jaken would now protect Rin.

The demon was not using
its demonic speed so he caught up in a matter of seconds, pinning its
small form to a tree, feet dangling in the air. His eyes grew wider
as he realized that it was a female, and a child at that. He
released his hold on her and let her fall to the base of the tree;
the child did not hide her demonic features like most full blood
youkai, but he could tell from her sent that she was no hanyou. She
did not try to flee again, but lowered her head, casting her silver
eyes to the ground instead as he stood there inspecting her.

She had small spiral
stubs, were razor sharp horns would be when she grew older. Faint
spiral tribal markings, distinct to her clan, lined both her arms.
She wore a simple pair of slacks and shirt that looked like they were
stolen from a human’s cloths line, and she was growing too big
for them at that.

But what disturbed
Sesshoumaru the most was the clan insignia barely visible behind the
light blue hair on her forehead, 3 diagonal wavy lines with a forth
horizontal line connecting the other 3, an ancient symbol for water.
His eyes narrowed to slits as a familiar scent hit his sensitive
nose, a scent he had not smelled in almost 50 years.

“Your name, what
is it?” Sesshoumaru forced through clenched teeth.

“M-Mizu,”
the little girl managed to squeak out, “m-milord.” She
added after a moment’s pause, her voice and body visibly
trembling.

“What tribe?”
He snapped, his fist clenched at his side.

She shuddered at his
tone, “S-Suijou, m-milord.” She gulped audibly.

He narrowed his eyes at
her again, he was sure she was making it up to save her own skin, but
he smelled no deceit on her. “Why were you spying at the hot
spring?”

There was a pause as
she thought how to carefully word her response; Sesshoumaru could see
that she was also trying very hard, however unsuccessfully, to reign
in her terror. He waited patently for her answer, using the time
that passed to sooth his own anger.

It was several moments
before she answered him, “W-we were trying to see who you were,
no one has come up here in so long.” Her voice was noticeably
calmer, but she still trembled slightly. “We’ve been so
alone for years now, no one but our self to talk to.” She
added the last sentence with a whisper.

Sesshoumaru could not
help but notice when she referred to herself as ‘we’; she
had been alone a very long time if she was resorting to third person
speech. “One last question.” He waited a moment before
speaking again, “I saw your entire clan slaughtered by the
Taijiya’s, not but 50 years ago, how did you alone survive?”
He spoke this question very slowly, observing her. He noticed the
slight flinch at his mention of ‘Taijiya’, but waited
patiently for her response.

She was quiet again,
this time her eyes took on an eerie, far off quality. When she
finally spoke, it only served to send a chill down Sesshoumaru’s
spine, but he managed to hide it behind his ever present mask of
indifference. “Has it really been 50 years?” Her voice
was soft but firm, the trembling from before seemed to be completely
gone now. She suddenly looked up and smiled at Sesshoumaru, the
eerie look gone from her eyes, “I am afraid you are mistaken,
milord. Our family is not dead; they have just gone for a short
while to secure our borders from those pesky humans. They will be
back soon, you shall see. Mother said so, when she left our egg in
hiding, and mother always keeps her word to us.”

Sesshoumaru raised a
delicate eyebrow as she stood and bowed before him, “Are you or
your traveling companions hungry, milord?” She asked as she
straightened again, “Our mother’s home is not far from
here, and it is the least we can do to offer our hospitality;
especially after all the help your father gave my parents when they
took over leadership of our tribe, and then helped to organize the
clans.” She smiled and bowed again, waiting patiently for a
response.

Sesshoumaru looked down
on the young youkai, “Your parents, family and friends are all
dead, and there is no escaping this fact.” He showed no sorrow
for his harsh words as he watched her and waited.

She just blinked and
continued to smile at him, as if she had not heard what he said.

Sesshoumaru let his
mask slip for a split second, as a frown appeared to mar his ever
perfect features, but he quickly recovered his composure. “You
hatched on your own, survived these 50 some odd years alone, despite
the odds stacked against you, and you still manage to deny the very
simple truth.” Anger and irritation laced his voice now. “The
fact is; your parents are dead and gone, they are not coming back,
accept this as truth for it comes from my lips alone. You are right,
my father had a truce with your tribe once, which I am honor bound to
uphold. So ask yourself this, why would this Sesshoumaru lie to an
ally, especially the sole remaining member and hair to a tribe
thought long dead?”

A single tear escaped
and ran down her cheek, but her smile never faltered. “It’s
ok; you do not have to join us if you do not want to, it is not
required. We are tired, is it ok for us to go now?” He
noticed that her smile did not reach her eyes, but neither did her
extremely apparent sorrow, as he now noticed it exuded off her in
small waves at any mention of her parents. So she knew the truth,
she had just been denying it for so long that her mind would no
longer let her see it as the truth; this disturbed him on some inner
level he didn’t even know existed.

She would have to be
shown; maybe the sight of her parent’s graves would shock her
enough to jolt her mind back to reality and… Wait, why do I
care about this youkai’s sanity? Her tribe is long gone, and
she is far from the age at which she can be of any assistance to me,
on or off the battle field. He pondered this for a long moment
before speaking again.

“Very well,”
Sesshoumaru said; she started to walk away, “Jaken, Rin, you
can come out now.”

There was an ‘eep’
from behind a nearby bush as Jaken stumbled forward, Rin followed
suit with a big toothy grin, now fully clothed. “M-milord?”
He bowed quite clumsily.

“Collect Aun, we
have been invited to dinner.” Sesshoumaru said as he started
to follow the little girl.

“A-at once
milord,” Jaken stammered as he turned to race back towards the
hot springs, only to run straight into one of Aun’s front legs
and fall backwards on his rear, Aun chuckled at the little toad
youkai.

Rin giggled and
followed her lord further up the mountain, humming and picking little
flowers as she went along.

Sesshoumaru stopped
dead as a chill went down his spine, it felt as if something
immensely powerful had brushed the edge of his aura. He scanned the
area with his eyes, as well as letting his demonic aura flair out a
little, trying to find the source of this other power. He could see
nothing, and all he could sense was a slight tingling at the edge of
his aura again; it was like nothing he had ever felt before, it
caused him to feel a sense of euphoria and foreboding at the same
time, but it was quickly receding.

“My Lord?”
Jaken quarried at the change in his aura.

“Silence,”
Sesshoumaru ordered. He closed his eyes and forced his aura out
further, trying to catch a glimpse of this new aura, to hold onto
this new sensation a little longer. He gave his aura one final hard
push outwards and managed to clash right into the side of the other
aura; it almost felt like hitting a brick wall, his legs wanted to
give way, but he clenched his fist and forced himself to keep
standing.

The other aura pushed
back slightly, causing him to slide back a little on the ground, he
reached out and grabbed a nearby tree trunk to steady himself. The
other aura pushed again, harder this time, causing massive pain to
shoot through his whole body. His face remained stoic, the only
signs of his exertions were his excessive breathing and the fact that
he had now dug his claws into the tree trunk, splintering the bark.

Sesshoumaru was
concentrating all his will on pushing back against the strange aura,
trying to gain more ground, when before his irises flashed a pair of
sparkling green eyes, unlike anything he had seen before.

His eyes shot open as
he could have sworn he heard a whisper accompany the mesmerizing
eyes. He looked around his rag tag group, trying to find the source
of the whisper; all were cowering, and visibly trembling, behind Aun
in fear from the menacing feeling being put off by the two clashing
auras.

Aun just stood there
staring towards the strange aura, almost like he was in a trance.

The whispering still
persisted in his sensitive ears, but he was unable to make any of it
out, so he closed his eyes once more and tried to concentrate on what
was being said. Suddenly a few words rang crystal clear in his ears,
“...return the drakon...” But the rest was faint and
incoherent, like the speaker was moving away.

Before he could do
anything more, the aura disappeared completely, as if it had never
been there at all. He opened his eyes and regained some of his
composure, only to notice a very confused looking Aun, and the rest
of his party still cowering behind the two-headed dragon.

Sesshoumaru sighed
inwardly when he noticed the child had disappeared, he then turned
and continued walking in the direction the child had gone. He looked
over his shoulder at his group, “Come,” he said, not
waiting, but sensing them follow without question.

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The room was dark, the
only source of light a circle of candles near the center. She sat in
the center of this circle, all but engulfed in a deep trance,
searching for something beyond what she could see and touch. The
candle flames cast their glow about the room, as if trying to stave
off the dark, keeping it at bay. The flickering of the light made
her crimson locks quiver and dance, as they pooled on the floor
behind her, almost alive; it gave her alabaster skin an almost
ethereal glow. She was still as a statue, her breathing even and
steady, her eyes closed to the world.

Across the room, barely
visible in the steadily intensifying darkness, Flamma watched her
intently, as if taking his eyes of her would cause her to disappear.
His wings were draped around his shoulders to keep out the biting
cold of the early spring morning; He did not move from his perch for
several hours, not even when the moon dipped below the horizon and
the pinkish-gold fingers of the morning sun caressed the landscape
outside.

As the sun reached
mid-day he was getting worried, he was about to move when the candles
started to flicker violently. The woman's breath shuddered slightly
as the flames separated from their wicks, rising into the air; they
then began to swirl in a circle around her, getting faster by the
second. The look on her face became worried, as if she were exerting
some great effort on something.

Flamma unfolded his
wings and shuffled back against the wall, not wanting to get caught
in the cross fire, so to speak. She muttered something in a language
he didn't understand; then the flames died and he saw her whole body
shudder as her soul slammed back into her body.

The force with which
her soul reentered her body caused her to start to fall backwards,
Flamma pushed himself off the wall and caught her in less then a
second. She looked up at him with sparkling green eyes, and said, “I
found one!” Before her eyes closed again and she went lax in
his arms. He lifted her in his arms bridal style, walked over to the
lavish and large bed against the far wall, and laid her down gently.

As he removed his arms
from around her, her eyes flew open and she reached out, grabbing his
well toned biceps for dear life. He sat on the edge of the bed and
leaned forward slightly, letting her bury her face into his equally
toned and bare chest; growling low and soft as she did so, trying to
reassure and calm her.

After a few moments he
felt her aura calm, but she still clung to him with an almost iron
grip. He shifted slightly, to get more comfortable, and pulled her
into his lap. She seemed to relax slightly at this gesture, he heard
her audibly sigh in content as she turned her head so her cheek was
resting on his chest, eyes still closed.

He mentally chuckled
and leaned back against one of the bed posts, not knowing how long he
would be trapped like this, and wanting to be more comfortable till
he was released from her hold. No sooner then he got comfortable,
then her eyes shot open and she just about jumped off his lap,
shooting to the middle of the bed.

She looked at him with
a mixture of fear and apprehension in her eyes, “S-sorry,”
she stammered. “I forgot where I was for a moment, won't
happen again.” She gave him a smile and chuckled slightly, he
couldn't help but notice that neither reached her eyes.

He smiled in return and
made no move for her, despite what his inner beast was howling.
“It's ok, las, no harm done.” His thick Gallic accent
sent audible shivers down her spine.

She was hiding
something and feared him finding out, it had been this way since they
had found her and her daughter on that cliff. Their story was
believable, especially since they had seen the little girl transverse
time more then he could count; but she was still holding something
back, and he wasn't sure why. He could only guess it had something
to do with the mating mark on her shoulder, it carried his scent, but
he had never met her before that day on the cliff. But every time he
tried to approach that subject, she would skirt around it like a fine
tuned dance. The whole situation just down right confused him, and
he hated being confused. He would get the truth out of her sooner or
later, he was determined.

She watched as he
studied her; she saw his gaze flicker, to the mating mark she hid on
her shoulder, more then once. She knew he wanted to know about it,
and why it smelled of him, but if she told him it might ruin her
entire future. Kami, why did that damn soul sorceress,
Sielu,
have to come back to this time line.

He
opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off, fearing another of
his probing questions. “I almost forgot, I found one last
Japanese Drakon, I need to speak with my daughter immediately. Can
you find her for me, please? And I'm kinda hungry too,” Her
stomach growled audibly and she blushed slightly. “How long
was I meditating this time? I feel like I haven't eaten in ages.”

He
chuckled slightly and shook his head, damn she was beautiful when she
blushed like that. “almost a whole day, I was starting to get
worried when you finally came out of your trance.”

He
stood as he spoke; she followed him off the bed, only to have Flamma
grab her wrists and pull her front flush with his chest again,
wrapping his wings around her to prevent her escape. “I shall
get your daughter, and some food, mostly because you asked so
nicely.” He purred into her ear as she tried to pull away from
him, but found his hold more then firm. “One of these days it
would be nice if you could answer some of my questions, instead of
avoiding them.”

She
scowled slightly and looked him straight in the eyes, “Let go
of me, now!” She demanded, a sharp tone in her voice. She saw
his eyes glaze over instantly, and then his hold started to slack a
bit. Just as she started to gently push his arms away, trying to
wiggle out of his hold, he came back to his scenes. He snapped his
arms and wings back around her, hearing her gasp, and her head
snapped back up to look into a pair of very angry eyes, an
orangish-yellow color starting to bleed into the corners.

He
growled slightly and bared one fang, as he leaned his head forward,
till it was level with her ear. “That was not nice, I have
never done anything to deserve that. You are, by far, safer in my
arms then not; I will always let you go at the asking, you should
never fear that.”

He
brought one clawed finger up and moved her shirt off her shoulder
enough to expose her mating mark; he bent lower and slowly, sensual
licked it. A jolt of pure pleasure shot up her spine, she tried to
bit back a moan, but all she could do was muffle it by burying her
face in his chest.

He
smirked and raised his head back to her ear, “I don't want to
know everything, I just want to know about this mark; that is not to
much for your mate to ask, now is it?” He could smell her
arousal spike as she shook her head slightly against his chest, her
whole body still shaking slightly.

He
covered her mark back up and released her, she dropped to a seated
position on the bed, refusing to look at him. “W-we'll talk
after I speak with my daughter,” She managed to squeak out.

Flamma
nodded, “As you wish, Milady,” He then turned and
started to exit the room, but was stopped by her arms suddenly
wrapping around him from behind, he could feel her shaking and smell
the salt from her tears.

He
turned around so he could face her, then wrapped his arms and wings
back around her; she once again buried her face in his chest, this
time she started to cry softly. “I'm sorry,” she choked
out, as she tried to hold back the tears. “I thought you
wouldn't believe me, if I told the whole truth; and that would hurt
my future, and our daughters existence.”

Flamma
leaned forward and kissed the top of her head, “Shh, it'll be
alright love, I promise.” He pulled back and used two fingers
under her chin to gently force her to look up at him, he smiled down
at her. “Give me one moment, then you can tell me all you have
burdened yourself with, I promise to listen without judgment. OK?”

She
nodded as he released her again, she wiped away the tears and
sniffled slightly.

Flamma
walked over and opened her bedroom door, he motioned to one of the
sentinels just outside. “Go find her daughter and bring her
here, also instruct one of the woman to have some food sent up.”
The sentinel nodded and walked off, as Flamma closed the door again.

He
walked back over to her, “come then, Cliodna,” He picked
Cli up bridal style and carried her back over to the bed, sitting so
he could lean comfortably against the head board, with her in his
lap. “I think it's time you told me everything, whether you
think I should know it or not.”

“OK!”
She said as she snuggled closer to him, he wrapped his wings around
her and made an almost purr like noise to calm her down a bit more.
She sighed and took a deep breath before beginning...

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A/N:
Ha ha, cliff hanger. sticks
tongue out.

That
is as in depth as I'm getting about Cliodna in this story, I might
tell a bit more about Rei-an, you'll just have to wait and see. But
if you want an in depth back story on Cli and Rei-an, and what went
on more with them in this story line, then you will have to wait till
I'm done with this one.

I
plan to write the 'Sorceress
Chronicles'
after this story, there might be brief mentions to some animes, but
it will be all about Cliodna and the other sorceress' in her world.

If
anyone has any pointers on where I should go from here, or things
they would like to see happen, then drop me a line. My muse hates
me, and my beta has pretty much given up on me, so I'm drawing a
blank and might have to take a short break to get my grove back.

Thanks
for all your support, keep it up, R&R, laters.
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