Relic of Dholes | By : LuciferDragon Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 1404 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Pleasantries were kept brief in the morning. She wanted to get back as quickly as possible. There was no telling what had happened at the shrine in her absence, and it made her anxious just to think of it. While the relic remained with her, it was entirely possible to find the whole place ransacked.
Her wrist felt better, but still stung if it was jostled. Which meant the ligaments were all in place properly and it wouldn’t take much longer for her to heal. She was still out of commission for fighting, but she was confident she could fend for herself, if only for another whole day. She did have her other form to rely on. It was just overkill, if her intruders continued to be human.
The trip back was a quiet one, as she had expected. She had learned quickly that Lord Sesshomaru was not one for long conversation. So, she didn’t bother. Instead, she watched the way more closely, so she would be able to find her way back should the need arise again. More specifically, if the need to find the dog from the night before rose again.
Before then, she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so free. Twelve years in solitude did things to the mind, as well as the body. The other canine had been a welcomed surprise to her night. The running, flying, and harmless playing did wonders for her once-trapped soul. The rutting had been an added benefit to her. Once they parted ways and she found a place to sleep near the village for the night, she relished the freedom, for she wasn’t sure when it, and he, would come again.
As they approached her shrine, her nerves started to tense. Something wasn’t right.
“You feel it too?”
She nodded, knowing he wouldn’t see her. “The air is wrong. A human wouldn’t do that to the aura of the shrine.” Which meant her easy slaying days were over. Demons now knew of the relic. And, with the Shikon gone, they now had a new target. She hoped only a few knew.
She leapt to the ground when they were close enough and ran up the stone steps to the courtyard. She stopped in her tracks.
Emerging from the shrine room that once held the relic was a massive demon, unrecognizable in origins. It still emitted powerful waves of energy. It was brute strength incarnate. She drew her off-hand sword, holding it at the ready. “Trespasser. What business do you have at the Shrine of Dholes?”
“Ah, there you are,” it answered, its voice heavy and warped. “Tell me, where is this relic I’ve been hearing so much about from my pet humans?”
She clenched her jaws. Humans as pets? Now she knew why so many humans had been sent to retrieve the relic. “Leave now if you wish to keep your life.” Her off-hand was considerably weaker than her main, but she could still use it.
“You have it, don’t you?” It grinned and hunched over. “It will be mine!” It lunged at her and she weaved out of the way, trying to land a cut to the demon’s hide.
Reverberations traveled up the blade and into the pommel, vibrating in her hand painfully. With a hiss in surprise she dropped it. The demon took the opening as she dove for her sword, catching her across the back. She landed on her still-healing wrist and she withdrew in pain.
“Bakusaiga!”
The creature fell with a pained screech, energy crackling around its body. Bones cracked as it twitched. As it died it fell apart, fading to dust.
She held on to her arm, trying to stop the residual ache. She shifted to her legs, keeping it steady. It had been too close.
“You’re not going to last on your own.”
She looked to her twice-savior as he sheathed his sword. “It had been humans to this point. Humans I know I can cut through. Demons, I can’t be sure.” She touched the pouch holding the relic around her neck.
“What will you do?”
She weighed her options, but saw no other alternative. “If it would not be asking too much, could you stay? Just until tomorrow night.”
He let out an amused hum. More than she had expected. “My generosity only stretches so thin. I do have appointments to keep as Lord. Would you really be able to strike my interest enough to keep me here over my other responsibilities?”
“I don’t have much to offer, I’m afraid.” He turned to face her. She tested her limits. “I have strong tea, and I can cook really well. I may have some funds left from the clan.” Still he remained quiet. “I’m running out of things to offer.” She shifted and the claw marks on her back pinched as they stitched together.
“So you’re enticing me with food and drink? Is that all?”
She gave a small grin. “Tell me, Lord, how amusing is it running around listening to babbling demons and solving feuds? If you can honestly tell me that is more enticing than a few days to yourself, by all means return to it.” She started back into the main shrine. “Regardless, thank you for all your help.”
She made it inside in silence. She took the relic from the pouch and placed the back on the altar, fingers held up in prayer. The aura around the shrine steadied back to normal. She had wanted it to be a priestess to guard the relic. They were better suited. The responsibility fell to her when the priestess died in a territorial spat.
“Twelve years in this?”
She nodded. “You don’t realize how long a day really is when there is very little to distract you.”
“Or that seconds actually make a difference.”
“Or that silence has a weight.” She tilted her head to the side, not looking at him. “I wouldn’t figure a Lord to travel alone for long.”
The distance of his voice hadn’t changed. “The company I keep grows irksome quickly. I leave him behind. I gave him a position to keep him busy.”
She smiled to the relic. “So, no interesting company?”
He went quiet again, and she almost thought he left again. She stood and turned to see him still there. His gaze remained neutral. “You were struck.”
“It’s healing.” She tried to gauge his intentions. “I’ll live, at least.” She opened an adjoining hallway. “I did promise some tea, didn’t I?” She let a small smile slip. “Mine’s a bit stronger than Kagome’s brew. Hope you won’t mind.”
“Anything stronger than that flavored water is welcomed.”
She couldn’t stop her soft laugh. “I’ll do my best then."
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