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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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One month later
Ali sighed in exhaustion and wearily dipped her bloody hands into the icy cold river, shivering and nearly toppling into it. Suddenly, the world was spinning as she was lifted off her feet, her wrists seized in an iron grip.
"Where is she? Where is Rin?" Sesshomaru snarled, shaking Ali so hard her teeth clacked together.
Ali tried not to panic as Sesshomaru shook her harder. "Oww," she said, trying to pull away from him.
"ANSWER ME!" Sesshomaru's eyes turned red and his voice grew deeper.
"I can't… you're hurting me," she gasped out, her heart pounding in terror. The grip on her wrists loosened, and she was dropped to the ground. "Rin is sleeping, hopefully. Her baby was early, and it was hard on her. She bled quite a bit, but she should be fine now. The baby is fine, too, if a bit small," Ali explained. "Go see her for yourself, Maru," she added as she began to realize that she couldn't stop the panic attack overcoming her. It wasn't something she wanted him to see, and she tried to get away from the demon lord but failed.
Sesshomaru felt his heart leave his throat and return to its proper place in his chest. When he'd smelled Rin's blood, he'd thought that he'd failed to protect her. Again. He let go of Alithia abruptly, staring in shock as the half goddess collapsed into a fetal position on the ground, whimpering and struggling to breathe. Without even thinking about it, he shed his armor and pulled Alithia into his arms, cradling her against his chest. She fought his touch until he began to growl in his chest, the vibrations soothing her a little. It wasn't enough to completely calm her, though, for she spent the next half hour huddled in his arms, whimpering.

Ali slowly blinked into awareness, frowning at the crackling fire. *Great, it was one of the bad ones,* she thought with a groan. She pushed herself off the ground and swayed, clutching at the hand Sesshomaru offered to her.
"What in the world was that?" he asked her as he squeezed her hand.
She sighed deeply, knowing that he wasn't going to let it go. "You scared me when you shook me like that. It's something one of my foster fathers used to do." She shivered, dropping her eyes to the ground.
"Foster fathers?" the demon lord questioned.
"Yes. Where I'm from, after a child loses their parents, they are given to a family who wants a child but is unable to have them. Sometimes, things happen and that child has be taken from the family and given to a different one, with the hope that someday a family will love that child enough to adopt them as their own," she said, keeping her eyes on the ground. "I wasn't one of the lucky ones— I might have been eventually, but I ran away with my boyfriend when I was thirteen. That didn't turn out so amazing for me either." Sesshomaru had tilted her head up, because she was speaking so softly, and now she couldn't stop the verbal vomit.
Sesshomaru stared down at the half-goddess as she began speaking of her past, making him hate humans more than ever. Demons were harsh with their children, but they did not do the things humans did— they did not beat them senseless on a daily basis for no reason, nor did they starve them.
"Lord Sesshomaru, I'm fine. I did survive," the goddess said, her fingertips brushing the stripes on his cheek.
"How can you say that? Mother told me about your back, and I've seen for myself how frightened you are of being touched," he growled out, leaning into her touch.
"I'm afraid of angry people, not of being touched. You're touching me right now, you know," she pointed out, glancing down at their intertwined fingers. Sesshomaru released her hand as if he were touching hot coals, facing away from her.
"Why was Rin's baby early?" he asked, very uncomfortable with the intimacy they'd been sharing.
Ali fiddled with the long strands of her hair and shrugged at Sesshomaru's question. "I don't know. It happens with humans sometimes, and it very often kills the woman and the baby— at least, in this time period it does," she said.
"And why didn't Rin die?" the demon lord asked, facing her again.
"She was very, very lucky, I suppose. Kaede knew what she was doing, for one thing."
Sesshomaru lifted an eyebrow at her. "And you didn't use your magic at all?" he asked.
Ali blinked in surprise. "I guess I did. I didn't even think about it, actually," she admitted sheepishly.
Sesshomaru snorted in disbelief. Really, she was very odd. One minute, she was unintentionally using her magic to save people, the next she was so terrified she could hardly breathe. Why she even bothered to save them was beyond him, given the way they'd treated her most of her life. He didn't understand how she could refrain from wiping out the entire species. "How can you continually protect humans?" he asked her, his expression carefully blank.
Alithia shrugged. "Because they have the potential to be amazing, and I believe everyone deserves the chance to prove it. I admit, there are those who the world would be better off without, but it's not my place to judge them," she said, wrapping her arms around her knees.
"You are a goddess— of course it's your place to judge them. Why don't you wipe them out entirely?" he asked, looking directly into her eyes, so she couldn't evade the question.
Ali lifted an eyebrow at the demon lord. "Well, for one thing, that would mean killing Rin," she pointed out, biting back a grin at the way he growled. "Besides, if I wipe out humanity at this point, I wouldn't exist any longer— I am half human after all. It would also mean killing children, which I refuse to do," she said, lifting her chin. They gazed at each other silently for a long time before she broke eye contact with him to stare into the fire.
"You are very strange, Alithia."
Ali looked up to question Sesshomaru only to find he'd vanished. *Look who's talking,* she thought with a snort.

Eight days later…
Ali quietly followed behind Inuyasha, Miroku, and Sango as they bickered about the method in which they were going to get paid for slaying a demon that was terrorizing a nearby village. She was feeling distracted. It was as if someone was calling her, only they were so far away that their voice was less than a whisper.
She shrugged off the strange feeling and admired her new weapon, a scythe that was taller than she was. Kagome had joked that it made her look like a grim reaper, which only made Ali grin. Despite its estimated six foot height, Ali had no trouble wielding it. She had found it at the bottom of her skating pond when swimming a few days ago, and she really liked it. Right now, it looked like an elaborate walking staff with carvings of animals and various grains on it— which she found a bit odd— and it was black with a wicked looking blade that jutted out of its center when she pressed a certain part of the staff.
The blade itself was silver, curving viciously like a claw. It was a long blade, too, nearly the length of her whole arm. All in all, it was a good weapon. She'd also started carrying a bull whip, though she didn't use it much for fear of snapping herself in the face with it. Inuyasha had made her begin carrying it as a backup weapon.
Ali scowled down at her weapons in annoyance. At five feet and half an inch tall, nearly every other weapon she'd come across was too awkward to manage. The scythe though, was like an extension of her arm and easy to wield. The whip wasn't quite as easy to manage, but far better than her attempts to wield a sword. She was distracted from her musings by the sound of people screaming, and she could just make out the metallic smell of blood.
From the abrupt way Inuyasha stopped talking and raised his hand to cover his nose with the sleeve of his kosodo, it was obvious that he'd at least smelt the blood.
"Inuyasha?" Miroku questioned.
"Damn this demon stinks," Inuyasha growled out. Forgetting all arguments now, the group ran the rest of the way to the village and found a very gruesome sight. Ali felt her stomach roll as her nose took in the smell of blood, fear, and sex— a lot of the last one.
"HALT!" a voice commanded the group with a deep slur. "Hand over the women and move on if you don't wish to die. This village and all who pass through it now belong to Lord Marutsuki for killing that demon over there," the drunken samurai said from atop his horse.
"Feh, as if I'd do something like that. Where are all the men from this village?" Inuyasha demanded, his arms folded across his chest.
The man grinned, winking at an increasingly infuriated Ali. "Right over there— they thought they could keep the women hidden from My Lordship," he said, gesturing carelessly. A pile of bodies lay in the center of the village, carrion crows and rats crawling all over it. There were guards posted everywhere, probably to keep any of the remaining villagers from burning it. When Ali saw the tiny hand of a toddler, she felt something snap inside her, and she knew she'd gone full-goddess.
Inuyasha could hardly breathe through the stench of rotting flesh, and he wasn't any happier about the bastard on the horse. He wished he could deck the man but didn't want to sully his hands with the man's blood. Inuyasha caught Miroku flexing his right hand and knew this was one of the rare times the monk wished he still had his wind tunnel.
"And where are the women?" the monk asked.
"Oh, they're safe in the care of my Lord. Perhaps we can arrange a trade?" The man started to leer at Ali but suddenly his face drained of color, and he became instantaneously sober— for all of three seconds before his head was separated from his body.
Inuyasha's hair stood on end as he turned to look at Ali, whose eyes had gone silver on red. Through her eyebrow was a pale blue crescent mark the size of his thumb nail. Her cheeks bore three ragged, golden stripes and her jaw had begun to morph. Inuyasha backed away from her nervously, Tesseiga pulsing wildly at his hip as white fur rippled down Ali's skin, turning a pale yellow-gold in the setting sun.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" yelled a man who'd emerged to see why the now rider-less horse was screaming in fear. "INVADERS!" he shouted and swung his sword drunkenly at Ali's blood-covered scythe.
Inuyasha,Miroku and Sango stood and watched in utter shock as the sweet, shy and very frightened little girl they'd grown fond of disappeared and was replaced with a silent, deadly killing force that wiped out the battalion of samurai in three minutes flat, not seeming to notice that her arm bled from where a samurai had gotten a strike in. Inuyasha shivered— she was so far gone she didn't even notice that the cut had gone clear to the bone. Finally, one samurai managed to knock the scythe out of her hands, and he held her at sword point, trembling with fear and rage. The scythe rang as if it were a bell as it flew through the air and landed blade first into a stump, the stump cracking straight down the middle.
Miroku had never seen anything more frightening in his life, not even his father's death. When Inuyasha went full-demon, he would cackle madly as he killed. Ali, though, was silent, reminding Miroku of Sesshomaru. He gulped nervously and grabbed Sango's hand tightly as Ali stared down the samurai's blade coolly, her crescent-marked eyebrow lifting in scorn. A second later, her whip was unfurled and covered in blue flames, and the samurai screamed in terror as she flicked her wrist to wrap the whip around his throat. As his body burst into flames, a tall man finally emerged from one of the bigger huts, dressed only in hakama. "Oi, be quiet!" he ordered, but then blinked at the slaughter around him. "What the hell is all this?" he demanded.
Ali turned to him after retrieving her scythe. "ARE YOU LORD MARUTSUKI?" she asked, making Miroku wish deeply she'd just stayed silent as her cold, malevolent voice echoed in his head lightly. He really didn't want to know if she could get as ruthless as her voice indicated.
"And so what if I am? If you're the one responsible for this, you're gonna pay!" he vowed and picked up a blade.
Ali could suddenly understand Sesshomaru's views on humans— she'd never been so furious in her life. She'd grown up admiring samurais and knights, wishing desperately for one to come and save her. She was sickened with the way these men called themselves samurai. They had no honor and certainly no pride. The things they'd thought as they'd attacked her made her blood boil with rage, her heart breaking for the women who'd been their victims in the past. The man she fought now was the worst of the lot; he was actually aroused by their fight. He had plans for her that she wanted nothing to do with.
Unlike the rest of the men she'd been killing, their leader was very sober and very good at fighting, actually getting a few blows in. Ali ached everywhere, especially her arm, but she refused to lose to this monster disguised as a human. Finally, she smashed the handle of her scythe into his stomach, making him grunt and drop his sword. She could feel the goddess power fading now and knew she had to end this before he recovered.
"DIE!" she ordered, covering her blade in fire before copying a move from a video game. Ali cut the man in half, decapitated him, and then sliced the head in half as it flew through the air. Her goddess powers finally expended for the moment, Ali dropped to one knee and panted heavily as she felt her body return to almost normal. She pulled herself to her feet and turned to her friends shakily, only to have them step away from her, Miroku pushing his wife behind him.
Ali sighed inwardly at the terrified expressions on their faces. Inuyasha was actually growling at her, his hand on Tesseiga. "I'm not going to hurt you guys," she said her voice nearly back to normal. She cradled her aching arm as she waited for their response. They flinched at the sound of her voice and took another step away from her. Ali turned from them so they wouldn't see the hurt expression on her face as she sat on a rock and concentrated on cleaning her blade.
She looked up from that task as a girl about nine years old inched closer to her. Ali smiled gently at her and set aside the blade. The girl ran over before Sango could grab her and buried her face in Ali's lap, sniffling.
"Thank you for saving us," she whispered. Ali stroked her hair in silence until the girl's tears stopped. "This was Papa's, so here," she said and handed over a brown package. The girl returned to the other remaining villagers, who all began slowly leaving things at Ali's feet.
Sango couldn't believe that Ali had just done that. This was a girl who got upset over Kagome and Inuyasha's raised voices, so how could she just slaughter people like that and then act as if nothing had happened? She remembered Naraku doing the same thing to her family, and she grew angry at the girl who was now receiving tributes from the villagers. Swiveling around, Sango headed back home, Miroku and Inuyasha a few feet behind her.
"Kagome mentioned that she sensed Ali's powers triple in strength, but I had no idea what she meant," Inuyasha said quietly.
"I have sensed her twice before, but it was never like this. Something happened today that was different than the other two times," Miroku mused.
"She's no better than Naraku," Sango said. "If I see her anywhere near the children, I'll kill her. Tell her that," she added and stalked away to blow off some steam.
Ali bit her lip and silently slid into Kaede's hut, intending to just grab a few hours' sleep. Inuyasha was waiting for her, his hand resting on Tesseiga sheath. "Do you even regret that?" he asked quietly in the dark hut.
Ali took a deep breath and realized she couldn't hear anyone familiar nearby. Inuyasha had hidden them. "No. They had no honor or pride or any decency," she said softly, her chin tilted defiantly.
"And you remember everything? Even what you did to that last man?" Inuyasha asked her, his eyes filling with disgust.
"Yes, and I now remember the demon I killed right before Rin's wedding and the village elder I killed two months ago. Everyone that has died by my hand has fully deserved it," she said quietly.
Inuyasha's hand dropped to his side, and he sighed. "I suppose you think you can just randomly kill anyone who makes you angry," he said.
Ali snorted. "I am not at all random in who I kill. Everyone I've killed is evil, all the way through to their souls. I can hear what they're thinking when I'm like I was earlier. Those men— the things they've done to women—"Ali shook her head. "They would continue doing such things unless someone stopped them. I was there, so I stopped them. I have no regrets," she said.
Inuyasha shook his head at her. "I think I understand, but Sango won't. She doesn't want you near her children," he said softly.
Ali's spine went stiff. "Just because I slaughtered evil men does not mean I'd harm a child! She knows what I myself endured as one so remind her of that. Tell her that I will never, ever take the life of a child," she responded coolly as she figured out where Inuyasha had hidden his family. "Kagome is calling you, so you'd better go to her," she added after a long moment.
Once Inuyasha was long gone, Ali gathered all of her things together and hid them down river. Returning to Kaede's hut, she ignored the way everyone skirted around her fearfully all of the next day. Thanking Kaede for her kindness in a short letter, she left the village once darkness fell the next evening. There was no moon. It was clear that although Inuyasha understood her position, he was still afraid of her, and she doubted the others felt any different from Sango.

Sesshomaru gazed around the bustling seaside marketplace in boredom as Jaken fought with a vendor over the price of some rare fish. It had been two weeks since he'd left Alithia by the river, and he could not get her off his mind. He'd left so abruptly because he'd been tempted to kiss her that night, and he found himself wondering what would have happened had he given into his temptations. He scowled. He'd nearly succeeded in getting her out of his head— that is until six days ago, when he'd felt her power even as far away as the heart of his castle. It had only lasted a few moments, but it was so strong, it was as if she were standing next to him.
He turned his attention back to the task at hand: buying supplies for the castle. Jaken had won the argument with the fish monger and was skipping along happily as they visited the next stall. Suddenly, Jaken let out a screech of anger. "What does she think she's doing here?"
Sesshomaru followed the direction of Jaken's outstretched hand and blinked in surprise as he spotted Alithia talking to a horse vendor. He strode over to the stall, ignoring the way the crowd automatically created a path for him.

Ali smiled gently at the horse hawker even though she wanted to punch him in the face. The man was trying to milk as much money from her as he could as he tried to sell her a stupid-looking mule.
"I'd much rather have that one there," she said and pointed to a huge black gelding. She could sense that it was part-demon, but she couldn't begin to guess at its powers. It was a beautiful creature and looked like it could handle the smell of blood, like it was a war horse.
"Oh, that one is far too expensive for you and too wild," the man said silkily.
"Nonsense. I can handle him. Besides, I doubt that half-demon horses are much in demand. He's just another mouth to feed— an expensive one, I bet. How 'bout I give you this length of silk and three silver pieces?" she offered. It was entirely too much for the half-starved horse, but she pitied the poor creature.
"How am I to know that's genuine?"
Ali sighed in irritation. This guy was giving her the run-around, and she wasn't sure whether it was due to the fact she was a girl or the fact he thought her to be a hanyo.
Suddenly, the man turned a pasty white color and tried to shoo her away, raising his voice. "I don't serve your kind, now get lost!" he said. Ali raised an eyebrow as the man began babbling incoherently.
"Alithia, what are you doing here?" Sesshomaru asked, ignoring the horse hawker.
The half-goddess turned and smiled at him. "Hello, Lord Sesshomaru. I'm attempting to buy a horse," she said with a low bow. It irked him that she bowed for some reason.
He raised an eyebrow at her. "And why would you do that? Why are you not with Inuyasha?"
Ali shrugged and lowered her eyes to the ground. "Oh, I just got restless and felt like wandering the countryside," she answered vaguely, not lying but not telling the complete truth.
Sesshomaru frowned down at her for a long moment before it became clear she wasn't going to tell him what had happened. He turned to the horse hawker, who quivered in visible fear. "Give her whatever she wants," Sesshomaru ordered before walking away. A few minutes later, he forced himself to hide a smile— of course she'd chose the most pathetic-looking creature the man had to offer.
"Thank you. He was being sleazy to me earlier," Ali said softly as she stroked the nose of her new horse. Sesshomaru snorted. For the next several hours, he followed the half-goddess around as she purchased supplies for traveling, rousing his curiosity.
Ali was highly entertained. Any vendor she approached practically killed themselves groveling at her feet. All day, she'd had to fight to get fair deals on anything she'd bought. Now they pretty much gave her whatever she looked at. *So having a demon lord around is useful,* she mused, biting back an amused smile.
Once she'd gotten everything she thought she might use, Ali led the way out of the village. Jaken eventually caught up with them, wailing in despair that he'd been left behind and breaking the comfortable silence she'd been sharing with Sesshomaru. She shook her head in amusement as Sesshomaru 'accidently' stepped on Jaken, silencing the imp momentarily.
"What exactly is so humorous, Alithia? You have been laughing most of the day," the demon lord sounded rather annoyed with her.
"I think I might like having you shop with me," she said cryptically with a crooked smile.
Sesshomaru glared at her, his eyes glowing like liquid gold in the growing darkness of evening. "I do not like being manipulated," he growled out, stopping in the middle of the road. "And especially not for money."
Ali wondered what was wrong with her— the molten glow of his eyes in the darkness was sending thrills down her spine, despite the fact that he was pissed off at her. She walked off the road and began climbing a tree to fetch the things she'd left outside the village before answering him. "I don't recall you spending any money on me, nor do I recall asking for any. I simply was commenting on how much easier it was to get a fair deal with you around. I think your reputation quite precedes you," she said as she dropped her possessions to the ground.
Sesshomaru stared at the tree Alithia was rummaging around in through narrowed eyes. He was perfectly sure he'd just detected a bit of arousal from her, one that was gone now, and it wasn't because she was hiding from it under the pretense that she thought he was an incubi. His lips twitched at that. Sesshomaru would never again think about incubi without remembering Alithia's puzzled expression as she tried to figure out where his exceptionally good looks came from.
"Hnn," was what he answered her with after she'd clarified her statement. Honestly, it was rather amusing, the way people would act as if he'd kill them just for speaking to him. "I would hardly call any of that fair. They very nearly gave it to you for nothing," he pointed out as she struggled with something.
"It makes up for the outrageous prices I was charged before I ran into you. Being a girl and a hanyou really sucks on occasion," she grunted and dropped a staff an inch taller than him to the ground.
"You are half-goddess, not a hanyou. Do not confuse the two," he said, rather irked with her.
"Oh, I know that, but one of the villagers saw my ears and assumed I was a hanyou. After they didn't kill or attack me, I saw no reason to correct them. They looked a bit jumpy as it was," she said, crouching on a branch. Sesshomaru instinctively caught her as she jumped, holding her for a moment longer than was strictly necessary. He set her down quickly and turned away. He'd been tempted to kiss her senseless for no other reason than that he could.
Sesshomaru quietly watched Alithia as she arranged her things into a manageable bundle. Jaken finally recovered from being kicked, and he began whimpering about something as Sesshomaru tore his gaze from the half-goddess and started down the path. A moment later, he heard a hiss of pain and swiveled around as the strangely enticing scent of Alithia's blood filled his nose. She didn't notice his attentive gaze as she lifted the sleeve of her strange garment and frowned at the white bandage around her upper arm that was now slowly turning a brilliant red. Sesshomaru wondered what had possessed his brother to allow her to leave in such a weakened state. She had clearly used her powers again, and with this injury, she was even more vulnerable than ever. Not that he actually cared. But Rin did— she'd mentioned how much she liked the half-goddess the last time he'd spoken to her.
Ali stared down at the wound that had nearly severed her arm and swallowed a yelp of pain. "You are injured," a deep voice stated. Ali snorted and didn't look up from where she perched on a rock to unwrap her arm; she had a feeling that she'd busted the stitches Kaede had given her a few days ago.
"Brilliant deduction, Sherlock," she muttered in English absently.
"What did you say?" a suspicious tone had entered Sesshomaru's voice. Though he hadn't' apparently understood her words, he'd obviously had no trouble picking up on her sarcasm.
"I'm sorry. I can't see this wound very well, but I believe the stitches are busted. Will you take a look?" she asked, finally looking over at the demon lord.
Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at the girl. He hadn't understood her words, but her tone had implied she'd said something akin to, "No shit," in response to his rather inane observation that she was hurt. What he didn't understand was how she could be sarcastic with him when a mere fourteen days ago, he'd made her tremble in fear.
Wordlessly, he knelt next to her and gently took her arm in his hands. Sure enough, she'd broken the stitches that held the wound closed. "When exactly where you attacked with a sword? My idiot of a brother didn't do it, did he?" he asked her.
"No, Inuyasha didn't do it. It was one of the so-called 'samurai' I killed five days ago. My goddess powers have healed it quite a bit, but I still need the stitches. It was all the way down to my bone before. Can you re-stitch it?" she asked him.
Sesshomaru scowled at her. "What makes you think I would know how to do such a thing?" he asked.
"Inuyasha said you're nearly seven hundred years old, for one thing. You travel alone. Mostly, I assume that you can sew because you're a soldier. At some point, you have to have to tend to your wounds or the wounds of others. Not to mention the battlefront is no place for a seamstress— at least, not one who has no battle skills. I imagine you had to take care of your own armor and clothing. Inuyasha also mentioned that you fought in some wars, though he didn't go into detail," the girl explained.
"Hnn." Sesshomaru held out his hand and wasn't disappointed when Jaken placed a small kit into it. For several minutes, there was silence as Sesshomaru carefully pulled out the broken stitches and began re-stitching the wound. His eyebrow hitched up as she sat with her face twisted into a thoughtful frown— she apparently didn't feel what he was doing.
She turned her strange purple eyes to him and tilted her head. "Lord Sesshomaru, who is Naraku?"
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