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Under a Silver Moon	By : inuyoukai8 Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 13120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Still don’t own the characters. Don’t own the Dresden Dolls either. I just crack up when I hear ‘Coin Operated Boy’.

I do not own Inuyasha, any associated Characters or rights to the material. I do own my original characters and plot lines so I'll thank you not to use them without permission. I make no profit from these writings which are purely for entertainment.

Enjoy! Days became weeks within the halls of the western lord. Lilian’s training continued in it’s relentless intensity, but she was becoming more accustomed to it. Her body rarely ached anymore, unless she’d taken a hit from the great lord. This happened often, as they had moved on to sparring. She sensed that he held back his great strength but still, he was, after all, not human. She was stronger now, faster and for that she was grateful, but she was still very lonely. Inuyasha had watched her closely, even stepping in to help her train. He had watched as the light in her eyes slowly began to fade and he didn’t like it. He made it his business to speak to his brother on the matter. He found Sesshoumaru in the vast library, nosing through old scrolls and texts. “We gotta talk” he said without preamble. His brother grunted but did not lift his head, “What troubles you now Inuyasha?” he asked in a voice that said quite clearly he really didn’t care to know. Inuyasha folded his arms over his chest, “It’s about the Mekharat” he growled out. This, had Sesshoumaru’s full attention at once, “What of her?” he demanded. Inuyasha’s ear flickered, “Noticed anything about her lately?” he asked casually. Sesshoumaru glared at him, “I have precious little time to waste indulging you in these guessing games” he snapped, “Say your piece and leave me be”. Inuyasha growled low in his throat. “She is unhappy Sesshoumaru” he barked. Sesshoumaru blinked, “She has all that she requires, she has no need to be unhappy” he said plainly. Inuyasha shook his head and eyed his brother carefully, “Humans need more” he said then, “You know that”. Sesshoumaru wanted to throttle the impetuous hanyou for barging in and disrupting him, however he knew that Inuyasha was correct. The fire in the woman was fading and he didn’t like that. It meant that on some intrinsic level, he was failing her. “Very well” he said after a moment, “Take Youko and go to her apartment…collect some of her personal items and bring them here. I’ll speak with her shortly”. “She needs outside contact Sesshoumaru, with people that she knows” Inuyasha stressed. Sesshoumaru glared at him icily, “I am aware of that, however her life is in danger. Have you forgotten that fact?”. Inuyasha ‘keh’d’, “Course not. But you are wearing her down and not in a good way”. Sesshoumaru made a small sound, “Very well. Point noted you may go” he said dismissing the hanyou from his sight. Inuyasha chuckled, “Always such an asshole” he grumbled, waving at his brother. He wasn’t angry though, he understood how difficult caring for a human could be for someone like him. It had been centuries since Rin had died and he knew Sesshoumaru felt he had failed her too. The apartment was tiny. In his opinion anyway and Inuyasha usually wasn’t one to notice those trivial things. He and Youko wandered the rooms for a long time, deciding which things she might want most. Inuyasha was swift to point out the cd player and the laptop computer. Youko agreed wholeheartedly. It had been a week since she had smiled, which wasn’t like her at all. As they moved through the rooms, clawed fingertips touching personal objects, Inuyasha was struck suddenly at how lonely her life seemed. She had a few photos in decorative frames, family members clearly. Very few of other people. Her little answering machine had a paltry three messages on it. One from her friend and two from her mother. All that time away and only three messages. Her calendar hung on the wall, filled with words like work, or appointment. No social activities noted, save the ball. Her shelves held numerous books, the pages showing the frequency with which they were read. In the side room at the end of the hall, sketches and paintings filled the walls, working projects clearly, but lovely just the same. In her bedroom, the small double bed looked stark against the austere tidiness around it. It was to an outsider’s eyes, a very sad life. One filled with long hours of work and solitude. Unfitting for one so warm and vibrant. Letters littered the floor near a table and the hanyou lifted one to read it. She had written it, but to whom, he could not tell. Her words were sad, resigned. Her heart cracked in so many places he wondered that it hadn’t shattered completely. Inuyasha understood perfectly. She was different from most others. Too smart, she looked different, with all that black hair and white skin. She was misunderstood, because she didn’t want to pretend to be something she wasn’t. She had her pack and kept them very close, locking the outside world far from herself. Youko was coming to the same conclusion. He silently erased the messages on the machine, golden eyes pensive as he took in the small world she had created for herself. He sighed and hefted two boxes under his arms, “Ready Inuyasha?” he called. The hanyou nodded, plucking up two photos that seemed to call to him. He tucked them carefully into his sleeves and followed Youko out. Lilian sighed, staring out the greenhouse windows. As if sensing her unhappiness, a large lumaflower shed warm light on her. She was supposed to be studying but her mind seemed so far away. She turned and sat down at the long table, taking up seeds and bowls and tried to concentrate. A shiver moved through the greenery and she looked up, knowing someone approached. Her hand went to the hilt of her sword at once, but the flash of white just beyond made her leave off. Sesshoumaru pushed open the door and stepped into the glass wrought haven. She sat there, her violet eyes wide at seeing him in this place. Shadows lingered beneath her eyes, casting her in morbid hues of light and dark. He hated seeing her this way. If a demon could feel remorse and sadness, he felt it now. Lilian, recalling her lessons on demon custom, rose and bowed to him. “My lord” she said. Her voice flat and devoid of life. Sesshoumaru sighed and closed the door, “I have sent Inuyasha and Youko to your apartment” he told her and her eyes widened, “They are bringing back a few personal items for you”. She blinked at him, resisting the urge to slap her hand across his forehead and check for fever. “Thank you” she said then. He nodded, “It has been brought to this Sesshoumaru’s attention that something is wrong with you”. She frowned, wrong with her? ‘Wrong with me?’. ‘You do not smile anymore’ he answered in her head and she looked up at him in surprise. “I thought it was to be expected” she said then. He watched her turn and walk to the wall of glass panels. “It is not my intention that you be unhappy. I will not watch you slowly die from the inside out” he told her. She chuckled then, a low mirthless sound, ‘As if he cares’. He moved so swiftly, catching her arm and spinning her to face him. Her violet eyes were wide with shock and she pressed back against the translucent panes. Her heart raced. “Se…Sesshoumaru?” she whispered. He was so close that if she only leaned forward, she could touch him. But she wouldn’t. “I want to hear you speak in tones that are not gray and lifeless, I want to hear your laughter in my halls” he told her. She felt the hot sting of tears flood her eyes. She shook her head at him, “No you don’t” she told him, “You want to see my trained so I can fight but you… you don’t care about me, or what happens after I leave this place”. He growled low in his throat, the velvet rumble making her shiver and he lowered his head slowly, until his nose touched hers. “If you believe that Mekharat, you are a fool surpassed by none”. His voice was low, almost inaudible. And then he was gone, leaving her plastered to the glass, feeling confused and oddly hurt. She slid down the glass to sit in the corner, hugging her knees to herself. ‘My fault’ she told herself, ‘I always want the ones that don’t want me. All my fault’. From beyond the greenhouse Sesshoumaru heard her sad, silent words and in the city Youko did too. What secret was she hiding? By the time she left the plants that evening, Youko and Inuyasha had settled her belongings in her room. She had her own music, internet, books and photos of her mother and best friend on her nightstand. Each item was thoughtful and she was so glad to have them. She sat down and typed up several e-mails. Sticking to the story that she was overseas and very busy. Whatever magic the demons had worked on her family and friends was potent indeed. She let them know that she was safe and was facing a few challenges but that she missed them. The small outreach making her feel more like herself. She brushed loving fingertips over her pencils and paintbrushes. All neatly arrayed for her, just as they had been at home. She flipped through her cd booklet and popped in her Dresden Dolls disc, flipping to “Coin operated boy”. She picked up her pencil, set out her paper and began to sketch. Her voice meeting the singer’s as she sang along, feeling like herself for perhaps the first time in weeks. She ignored Jaken when he knocked, she was busy. When the door opened after the second knock, she was certain it would be him, coming to tell her that she was commanded to come to dinner. She was quite surprised when Youko stepped into her line of vision. His golden eyes swept over the paper, seeing a likeness of himself and Sesshoumaru there. “Jaken said you wouldn’t open the door” he told her. She reached over to turn her music down, “I was in the middle of something” she stammered, trying to cover the image, “Sorry, I’ll come down now”. Youko chuckled, “Very well”. He left her alone, and she hurried to flip the page face down, her cheeks burning. She couldn’t help it, she liked to draw pretty things, they were both very, very pretty. She was about to leave the room, when her laptop made a small sound. She had new mail. She hurried to check it, her eyes scanning the message and her stomach felt like it dropped to the floor. She straightened slowly and left the room. How could he? How dare he? Her mind was in turmoil when she reached the dining room. Her face no longer showing her recent burst of happiness. Youko took one look at her and knew that something was wrong. He watched her walk directly to Sesshoumaru and bow her head, “I have to go somewhere” she announced to him. His perfect brow rose in question. “And where is it that you think you must go?” he asked her. She met his eyes, ‘Please’ she mentally begged, ‘Please don’t ask me that. Just let me go’. He held her gaze seeing a bevy of emotions. Anger, pain, longing. “Tell me” he commanded softly, “I must see to your safety at all times”. She shook her head, “I…. I have to see someone” she whispered. Her lessons on demon culture prepared her for his swift denial when he knew the details. “A man” she added, “One that was very dear to me at one time”. Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed. Whoever this man was, he didn’t care. He didn’t want her going and he knew Youko felt the same. ‘We can follow’ the other said, ‘Discretely. Something is very wrong. Let her go’. Sesshoumaru waited until Lilian lifted her gaze back to his. “You will tell me, who , when and where” he told her. Lilian blinked at him, then gave a small shaky smile, “Thank you” she said then. Sesshoumaru grunted and led her to the table, ‘Don’t be late again’. She looked over at Inuyasha and Youko, “Thank you” she said softly, “For bringing my things over”. They nodded, eager to start eating. The meal was relatively silent, Lilian ate very little, just enough to take the edge from her hunger. She had no true appetite. She was careful not to think of what was bothering her. She didn’t need these two to know what she felt at the moment. But they felt it all the same, the knifing pain that swirled around her. The confusion, the anger. Try as they might, they couldn’t trace the source, her training was paying off. Sesshoumaru knew they could easily batter down the walls she’d erected and find the answer, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. She’d know, she’d feel it and it would violate her trust of them.
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