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Under a Silver Moon	By : inuyoukai8 Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 13120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dawn came far too early for Lilian's liking. The rapping at her door nudged her awake with all the finesse of a football team running over her bed. She groaned, rubbing her eyes and yawning widely.
"Lady lilian!" came a scratchy voice through the door, "You must hurry, Lord Sesshoumaru is waiting in the dojo for you!".
The toad, she assumed. Grumbling she rose and went to the door.
She pulled it open and glowered down at the little beast, "Fine. I'm coming" she snapped and shut the door smartly.
A maidservant had arrived sometime in the night, laying out what she could only assume was to be her training gear. She lifted the haori and hakama to eye level and grimaced. Several minutes later, she strode from the room, clutching the waistband of her pants to keep them from falling down. She supposed that her attire should resemble Sesshoumaru's.
It didn't however, nowhere close.
Jaken pointed at her, his yellow eyes wider than usual if such a thing were possible.
"What have you done silly human?" he asked, "That isn't how you dress yourself".
Lilian growled at him, "Like I wear this kind of thing!" she snapped, "Bite me".
"Such an eloquent invitation", came a smooth voice behind her. Lilian spun to face Youko.
His golden eyes sparkled with mirth, leaning close to her he whispered, "Have a care Mekharat, lest someone take you up on it".
She blinked at him, the innuendo of his tone not lost on her.
She gasped when his hands fell to the awkward knot of her hakama.
She squeaked in protest as he tugged the material apart.
"Hey what you...?"
"Teaching you to dress" he cut her off easily.
Her violet eyes watched as his elegant hands made quick work of the confusing ties.
He stepped back from her and she blinked. Her pants no longer felt as though they would drop if she moved, and the pleats hung perfectly.
"You'll have to show me that again sometime" she told him, "I don't think I will remember all that".
Youko smirked, "I will always be available should you require help with your dress. Or undress".
Lilian cleared her throat, feeling heat creep into her cheeks. Was he hitting on her? She was pretty sure that is what was going on. "Um, yeah..." she said feeling rather lame, "Dojo?"
Youko pointed down the hall, "Last door on the left, go east through the gardens, you can't miss it" he offered.
She nodded, "Aren't you coming?" she found herself asking.
He shook his head, "No, I am preparing for your potions lesson in a few hours. Remind Sesshoumaru to leave you the use of your arms and legs today".
Lilian swallowed hard, that certainly didn't sound positive did it?
She followed his directions to the letter and arrived at the Dojo slightly winded from her rushing.
Sesshoumaru stood in the center of the room, his back to her. "You are late" he told her.
She sighed, "Sorry, the place isn't small you know".
Sesshoumaru grunted, "A Mekharat is allowed no excuses. Dawn, before the sun rises fully over the mountains, you will be here".
Lilian wanted to kick him in his oh so princely shin.
"I wouldn't follow such pursuits" he said loftily.
She blinked, "What? I didn't say anything" she replied.
Sesshoumaru turned to face her, "Words are not needed between us Mekharat. We are bonded, your thoughts are clear to me until you learn to conceal them".
She fisted her hands on her hips, "Do I get any say? Any privacy?" she demanded.
He looked down his perfect nose at her, making her consider that a viable target as well.
Sesshoumaru arched a brow at her caustic thoughts, "No you do not" he replied in a bored voice, "Now, select your weapon".
She grumbled angrily under her breath as she crossed the floor to the rack of swords behind him. "Any one?" she asked.
Sesshoumaru inclined his head, "Any that you may hold" he clarified. She looked over them with a careful eye.
She really had no idea how to select a sword. Firearms sure but these, not so much. "Don't suppose you have any rifles, handguns, any of that?" she asked in a small voice.
He shook his head, "The sword is the primary weapon of the Mekharat. The blade is imbued with powerful spells and is kept close at all times" he told her.
Her mouth formed a small, silent 'Oh'.
Sesshoumaru gestured to the weapons once more, "Make your choice Mekharat".
She gritted her teeth; "My name is Lilian" she bit out, "Why can't you call me that?"
Sesshoumaru watched her grasp the hilt of a sword and pull it from the rack, "Because you are the Mekharat and until you are trained and know this as a fact in itself, you can be nothing and no one else".
She glared hard at him, hating him in that instant. She was a tool in his eyes, not a person. She was this damnable Mekharat. Whatever that was, and she was pretty sure she didn't want to be it.
He waited for her to come to the center of the room, "We shall being with basic stances" he told her, "Do as I do".
She glared at him, tapping the blade against her hakama in agitation.
"First stance" he called and his body moved in fluid lines. She mirrored him, wobbling a bit. Sesshoumaru glanced over at her, "Your balance is off" he told her, "Your feet are improperly placed".
He moved to stand behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her upright as he nudged her feel wider. “There,” he said, “This will allow you more leverage in your blows and increase your accuracy in battle”.
She stiffened in his arms, feeling the warmth of his form through the layers of clothing.
Oddly enough, this felt familiar, comfortable.
Placing his hands over hers, he guided her through the proper execution of the move.
Sesshoumaru inhaled the light tones of her scent, finding that she was no unaffected by his nearness. The sweet notes lifted to his nose, and he found himself taking it in, savoring it, for only a moment. “Again,” he said near her ear.
Together they completed the movement and almost reluctantly he stepped back, “Again,”.
Half a dozen times she did it, until he was satisfied that she knew it.
“And now the second,” he called, her movements were easier now, she was more relaxed. His nearness to her had served dual purposes. He had corrected her faults but he was also imprinting.
Imprinting his scent on her, allowing her to grow accustomed to him. It would make her training less frightening when he began to spar in earnest with her. She would know his scent, associate safety with it and so not fear him. For hours he drove her through the basic stances.
Calling them in rapid succession, his golden eyes seeing everything. “Keep your arms tight, you are dropping the edge of your blade,” he ordered.
She lifted her arms into the proper position, feeling muscles protesting.
“Faster,” he commanded, the words falling from his lips like whip strikes, fast and harsh. She moved, kept her arms tight, her lips thinned in a determined line. Her limbs were trembling and he sensed her fatigue. She was progressing well, the stances locking themselves into her mind. He no longer had to call corrections, but her efforts were wearing on her.
“Enough,” he called and she paused, and then sank to the floor, her fists before her, her arms shaking. Her breath coming in heavy pants.
“You’re learning Mekharat,” he said as he stood over her, “You may return to the house. Bathe, eat something. Youko will come for you in one hour’s time,”.
Then he turned and strode away, leaving her in the dojo with arms that felt like lead. “Don’t forget to take your sword with you. You must clean it, hone it, care for it from now on”.
She nodded, wiping sweat from her brow.
Youko watched his friend leave the dojo and approach the house. “How did she do?,” he called from the terrace.
Sesshoumaru crouched and leapt up to join him. “She is new to this, no formal training in the least,” he replied.
Youko looked back to the Dojo, where Lilian was slowly making her way to the house. “So she does not meet with your approval,” he said.
Sesshoumaru grunted, “She is untrained, but her progress today shows promise,” he allowed.
“My lord!,” came a shrill cry and Sesshoumaru turned to see Jaken bowing before him.
“What is it?,” he demanded.
Jaken bobbed unhappily, “I regret to inform you Lord Sesshoumaru, but you have a visitor approaching. The hanyou Inuyasha comes,”.
Sesshoumaru frowned, “See that he and the miko are settled Jaken. I will speak with him soon enough,”.
Jaken bowed once more and scurried away to see his master’s bidding done.
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Lilian groaned as she lowered herself into the steaming water, her arms were going to kill her tomorrow. “Don’t suppose his high and mightiness would let me have a day to rest,” she muttered.
She scrubbed herself quickly, her stomach growling and grumbling. She pulled on another set of clothing, these less complicated than the last. A long shirt that went to her knees and loose fitting silk pants.
She sighed and ventured out into the hall. ,’How weird is my life’ she mused inwardly.
“Weird enough if you wish to think of it that way,” Youko replied.
She jumped, clutching her heart to try and calm it, “God you scared the hell out of me,” she snapped at him.
He shrugged, “Shall we get you something to eat?,” he asked.
Her stomach chose that moment to agree loudly, she blushed and wrapped her arms around her middle.
Youko chuckled and led her down the soaring hallways and into the vast kitchen. Lilian was in heaven, “This place is great!,” she said aloud, taking in the modern appliances. She couldn’t stop imagining what she could do in a kitchen like this. “My whole apartment would fit in here,” she breathed, ,”That sucks,”.
Youko chuckled, “A throw back from his glory days I suppose, Sesshoumaru will have nothing that is not the best and in most cases largest. A lord must always have his castle,”.
Lilian turned to face him, “I’m sorry, say that again,” she requested, “He’s a lord? Seriously?,”
Youko blinked, “Of course but you were told that,” he replied.
Lilian flushed hotly, “Well yeah but at the ball everyone is lord this or lady that, figured you were kidding,” her voice fell away under his intent golden gaze. She sank into a seat near the wide counter, “You’re not kidding,” she mumbled.
He shook his head, “Sesshoumaru remains in control of the majority of the west. His seat with the Alliance allowed that. He is one of the few true demon lords left in this world,” Youko told her.
She nodded, “Well that explains a lot,” she mused. She looked back up at him, “And what about you?,” she asked.
Youko gave a small bow, “I am the king of thieves,” he replied.
She cocked her head, “Beg pardon?,”
Youko sighed, “There is nothing within any of the worlds known to me that is beyond my reach. Give me time and I can steal it away. It’s what I do,”. Lilian nodded, not really getting it. “A lord and thief under one roof? Bet he watches the silver like a hawk huh?,”
Youko smirked, “The silver is not what interests either of us at the moment,” he replied smoothly. Once more that hot flush rose up in her usually pale cheeks.
Lilian leveled a finger at him, “You are really smooth you know that?,” she asked with a wry grin.
Youko stepped closer and winked, “You’ve no idea,”.
She laughed, finding that she liked his company. He was vastly different from what she had initially believed.
He was funny, tinged with a courtly kindness of sorts. He sat down beside her and she smiled, “I’m going to have to watch myself around you I can tell,” she teased.
Youko caught a stray black curl and twirled it round his finger, “Believe that, with all your heart,”.
She blushed again, looking away as several maids bustled about, setting sparkling silver and dining ware before them.
Lilian was more than happy when they set down platters of fluffy eggs, wedges of buttered breads, bowls of different jellies, plates of various fruit and then the tour de force.
A large silver platter laden with mouthwatering bacon and several steaks. There was enough food to feed a dozen people. “Wow, that’s a lot,” she whispered.
Youko looked over at her, “You’re eating habits are going to change during your training, you will need more nutrients to keep up your strength. A round faced maid dished her a helping of eggs and a large steak, before adding some fruit and bread.
“I don’t think I can eat all this,” she told the woman.
The woman said nothing but left the room.
Lilian looked over at Youko, “Ummm,” she began gesturing to the large plate of food.
Youko chuckled, “They know very little about feeding humans, other than themselves. Eat the meat and some of the fruit if you can’t manage anything else,” he told her, “It might be a little rare for you,”.
She shook her head, “Not for me, I like my steaks mooing,”. She shrugged, picking up her fork and knife, “Can you tell me about Mekharat?,” she asked before popping a succulent bit of near rare beef in her mouth.
Youko nodded, sipping his tea. “The holy warrior,” he said, “The fabled Mekharat,”.
Lilian swallowed her bite and looked at him again, “So there have been lots of them?,”
He shook his head, “No, very few indeed, given the long lifespan of this world,”. Lilian began to cut another bite,
“Why Mekharat? What does that mean?,” she asked him.
Youko set his cup aside, “Mekharat is the name that followed after the first. She was the original Mekharat. A woman for both worlds living in some sun drenched desert country. With hair black as yours and eyes that shone like rubies under the sun itself. A commoner, whose unusual beauty, caught the eye of the human king. He brought her to his palace and there he indulged her, taught her everything she wished to know. When her powers were awakened, she was understandably formidable,”.
Lilian had ceased her actions, listening raptly to the demon speak.
“Eat or I won’t finish the tale,” he told her.
She blinked, becoming aware of herself and diligently began to eat once more.
“A demon noble came to the king’s court, and there he saw her. Mekharat. He knew what she was; felt her powers and he longed for her. Desired to possess that which was not his own. Mekharat loved her king deeply, as she loved his people. Set even above his wives, she was foremost in his love. She would not betray him, not even for a handsome young demon, who could give her eternity,”.
Youko tapped a claw against his cup, “He sent hordes of youkai to take her, and the people suffered for it. They spoke against the king, plotted; saying that it was his selfish desire to hold Mekharat that was the cause of their unhappiness. Mekharat heard the whispers and she feared for her king. She begged him to let her go, but he refused, and sent more soldiers to battle the invaders. Demons are clever creatures Lilian.
They found among them a shape shifter, who took on the guise of Mekharat and went to the king. She plied him with sweet teas laced with poisons and then she let him die. Mekharat was found by the palace guards and locked away, sentenced to die for the betrayal of her lord. The demon princeling heard of this and rushed to the palace to free her, to claim her. Mekharat however had freed herself and in her wrath she began to slaughter all demons that she saw. She pushed past the lines and into the city, leaving nothing in her wake but rivers of blood. She died many years later; her power was too much for her frail body to hold. In the end her own strength vanquished her. Since that time, all those with similar powers have been called the Mekharat,”.
Lilian set her form aside, “That is a sad story,” she said.
Youko nodded, “Sadder still, that it must be repeated so many times. You see, the demon was Delno, your hunter. He has made it his reason for living is to hunt the Mekharat. If he cannot have your love he will have your life. He doesn’t seem to understand that the true Mekharat has never been reborn into this form again,”.
Lilian felt a small measure of sympathy for Delno. ,’Poor guy’.
Youko growled drawing her attention, “Do not,” he snapped at her, “Do not feel anything for him but resolve, resolve to destroy him. Each Mekharat before has felt that glimmer of pity and it has been their undoing. A moment of doubt is all it takes to fail Lilian,”.
His gaze was intent, his tone dark and deep.
Lilian found herself nodding. Something in his manner told her that her life depended on her obeying this dictate. He studied her, confident that she understood the importance of his words.
He stood, “Are you ready for potions and plants?,” he asked her.
She nodded, setting her napkin aside and rising to follow him. He led her out into the grounds surrounding the enormous house. Turning a corner she saw a greenhouse, paneled in old glass and iron. It was lovely.
“Wow Youko, what is this place?,” she asked as they entered under blossoming vines. It seemed as though the plants themselves reacted to his very presence. Perking and the little flowers burst open when he passed.
“This,” he said softly, “Is my haven. All demons have specific powers. Mine is the control of all plant life in your world and mine,”. She followed him to a long table, where various bowls and beakers were set in sparkling rows. He sat on a tall stool and motioned her to do the same.
“This,” he told her, “Is called the Graniastona,”. He pulled a pretty plant in a pot towards her. She reached out towards it, wanting to feel the velvety leaves. “Careful. It bites,” he told her.
Lilian withdrew her hand swiftly and so the lesson went on. Plants and seeds passed before her and she listened intently as he explained the various uses of each one. Jotting down notes and small sketches in the leather bound book he’d given her. She was careful not to touch anything without express permission. Youko noticed her staring at one plant in particular.
One that resembled a violet. He rose and plucked the pot from its shelf and carried it to her. “Here,”. She looked up at him wide eyed and uncertain. “This one won’t harm you,” he promised.
She gingerly took the pot, nearly dropping it when the purple blooms made a small mewling sound. “What the hell?”
Youko laughed and reached over, stroking tender fingertips over deep green leaves. The plant shivered in response trilling happily at the attention. “What does this one do?,” she asked, gently trailing her fingers over the fragrant petals.
Youko shrugged, “Nothing really, it just likes attention and is very good company to keep. It is often called kits bloom for obvious reasons. You may have it if you like,”.
She smiled and nodded, “I would like that, thank you. You are much nicer than Sesshoumaru,”.
Youko pinned her with a stare of golden fire, “He is kind in his own way. He is training you to survive when he might have denied that and left you to someone less skilled than himself. He guards you in his home. He is not a frivolous person Lilian; he does not waste words on nothing. He is a man of action, long accustomed to being alone”.
His words, though softly given, made her feel guilt at judging him so harshly.
“He just makes me mad sometimes is all,” she murmured.
At this Youko laughed lightly, “Of course he does, that is his specialty. But Lilian remember that everything he says and does he does for a very valid reason. He is one in whom you can place all your trust and not be disappointed,”.
She nodded, softly ruffling the leaves of her new companion. Youko had given her much to think about. “Tonight,” he said, intruding on her personal reverie, “You will dine with Sesshoumaru and myself, we will go over demon customs, and the history of the Alliance,”.
She nodded, wanting to groan. This was worse than school.
Youko let her go late that afternoon. Tomorrow they would begin again.
She passed Jaken on her way to her room. “Miss Lilian,” he called and she turned slowly to face him. “Yes Jaken?” she asked. She was taking Youko’s words to heart, she didn’t know Jaken and it wasn’t his fault he was born looking like he did.
“You will dress for dinner and come down promptly at seven,” he told her, ,”Your new clothing has been placed in your room,”. She nodded, ,”Thank you Jaken,”. He blushed and bowed before scurrying away.

Lilian shut her door behind her, setting her booklet on the table and then moved to the window. She really needed to get out of here, but what was waiting for her outside these walls? Obviously something, and until she could fight it on her own, she had little option but to stay put.

Sesshoumaru stared across his desk at his younger half sibling, “Late as usual Inuyasha,” he said.
Inuyasha grunted, “At least I came,”.
Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes slid to the miko perched comfortably in a high backed chair. “No doubt I have the miko to thank for that,” he drawled.
She smiled brightly. She often wondered why they acted so angry with one another; they’d had no reason to fight for centuries now. “Oh knock it off you guys,” she said, her tone exasperated, “We have some serious things to do. Now is not the time for posturing. Even if you are both very good at it”
Sesshoumaru’s brow lifted and his gaze slid to the hanyou, “Inuyasha,” he asked, “have you ever considered beating your wife?,”
Inuyasha grunted, “More than I care to admit,”. It wasn’t true of course; neither brother would ever lower themselves to such actions, but it had long ago become the running joke among them.
Kagome rolled her eyes, “Please,” she muttered and turned to Sesshoumaru, “Tell me about her, is she really the Mekharat?,”
Inuyasha nodded, “Yeah where is she?,” Sesshoumaru motioned above stairs, “She will join us for dinner this evening to learn demon custom. And yes Kagome, in this Sesshoumaru’s opinion she is quite likely the Mekharat,”.
Kagome sighed, “Poor woman,”.
Inuyasha grunted, “Ha, she has to live with his highness here, damn right poor her,”.
Sesshoumaru glowered at his brother, “Time can only make me so tolerant Inuyasha. Kagome is correct to pity her. No Mekharat has ever seen a happy fate. The last seemed to be the exception until her mate slaughtered her,”.
Kagome turned wide eyes to her formidable brother in law, “Can’t we change that for her, give her a better chance?,” she asked.
Sesshoumaru tapped his claws on the polished wood of the desk, “Kagome, this is what I am trying to do. Still, when the time comes it ultimately comes down the Mekharat’s decisions. Any weakness within can shift the balance of power,”.
She worried her lip, “And her powers?,” she asked.
Sesshoumaru shook his head, “Present but as yet, unawakened,”.
Inuyasha grunted, “That’ll have to change,” he muttered.
Sesshoumaru lifted his head, “Indeed,” Sesshoumaru replied, “Which is what Shiziru is working to find now. She is much older than the previous Mekharat. Her powers should have come to light already but they have not. I fear it may require something drastic to accomplish it,”.
Kagome fell silent, staring at the lush carpeting. She had been afraid of that. What did Sesshoumaru consider to be drastic? Her brother in law was many things but careless was not one of them. If he saw an opportunity to end the conflict by sacrificing the woman, she held little doubt that he would do so, without thought.
“How much time do we have?,” she asked.
Sesshoumaru looked over at her, “Not much miko, not much at all. I believe I can secure her here for a few months at most. Adequate time to train her, but then I am certain we will be forced to move her. She cannot fight a battle of this magnitude in this world. This realm would not be able to sustain such amounts of energy,”.
Inuyasha looked sharply at his brother, “So you want to take her outside of it. That opens her to attack,” he pointed out.
Sesshoumaru nodded, “It does, but it can’t be helped. I can only release so much power into the stones of this structure before it crumbles,”. Kagome nodded, that made sense. She would be open to attack if she moved, true but she’d be easier to defend, as Youko and Sesshoumaru would not be limited.
Inuyasha seemed to have come to the same conclusion, “So where will you take her?,” he asked. Sesshoumaru pondered that carefully, there were several options available to him, however he had to choose the one least expected by his foes.
“The outskirts of Makai,” he said at last.
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