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Someone Who Completes Me	By : Kuchikiwraith Category: InuYasha > General > DarkFic Views: 2336 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN- Hello! This idea attacked me one night after watching Inuyasha at like two in the morning when I couldn't sleep. In my story, my character refers to Sesshomaru as an incubus— this came from something I read. Before we met his mother, it was suspected she was a succubus, which amused me to no end; it certainly would explain how… pretty Sesshomaru is, wouldn't it?

Disclaimers: Inuyasha and respective characters do not belong to me. “May It Be” does not belong to me. “It’s not you’” belongs to Halestorm

A deep howl echoed down the halls of the shrine, waking up the old man. He bolted upright in bed and winced as his back protested at the abrupt movement. The howl echoed down the hall again, closer to the exact place the old man did not want it to be—with him. He grabbed the large bag near his bed and hobbled down the hallway. He slipped into his great-granddaughter's room and sighed in relief that she hadn't woken up. Sidling around her room, the old man shoved some clothes and as many books as he could get into the bulging bag. The howling came from his room now, and the old man knew what it wouldn't be long before it found him. He knelt next to the girl’s bed.

"Alithia, wake up," he whispered in thickly-accented English, shaking her gently.

"Grandpa Souta? What's going on?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. Souta shushed her and handed her some clothes.

"Get dressed as quickly as possible, Ali. We need to go," he said softly. Ali yanked on her clothes and twisted her pink and purple streaked hair into a messy bun. Her great-grandfather hadn’t approved of her dying it, especially such outrageous colors. Her eyes went wide when she spotted her great-grandfather climbing out the window.

*He’s gonna hurt himself.* "Gramps!" she hissed and then shivered as an eerie howl came from the hallway.

"Ali, come quickly!" her grandfather said, dropping down to the ground lightly. Ali was all too pleased to listen and leapt out the window, following her strangely agile great-grandfather to the back of his property. She frowned when he led her into a well house that looked ready to fall over.

"Should we really be going into a building with no exit? Gramps, what is that sound?" she fired off her questions as he shut the old creaky door to the well house. She frowned when she spotted her ice skates and a duffel bag lashed to the bicycle her grandfather had bought for her soon after Ali had moved to Japan.

"Gramps?" she questioned even as he thrust a huge yellow backpack into her arms.

"Alithia, I know you're confused and for that I'm very sorry. I'm going to send you somewhere safer than here. Something very dangerous is after you— they killed your parents, little one. I am sending you to my sister; she can protect you better than I can. I love you, Alithia," her grandpa said so rapidly she could hardly understand his English. She bit her lip as he weezily lifted the cover off the well.

"I don't understand," Ali whimpered fearfully as her grandpa began placing scrolls all over the lip of the well. She was beginning to suspect that he had lost his mind— after all; he was ninety-five years old. Her grandfather smiled at her and sat her on the edge of the well, wrapping her hand around the bike as he did so. Before he could say anything, the roof of the well house was ripped off, and a giant shimmering chicken stuck its head in the hole it'd just made and squawked. Ali swore never to eat chicken again if only she could wake up from this nightmare. Her grandpa tossed a strip of paper at the chicken's head, arcs of lightning erupting from it the moment it attached to the beak. The chicken made a weird sound and reared backwards, its foot going through the wall. Her grandpa kissed her forehead.

"Find Kagome and Inuyasha and give them this letter. They will know what to do," he explained slowly in English, tucking a thick envelope into her sweater pocket. The chicken came back, but now it had two heads. It made the horrible howling sound again that Ali had heard earlier and leaned in, trying to pick up Souta with its beak. Ali gasped in horror as blood splashed all over her, and she fell backwards in shock.

"Gramps!" she screamed and reached for him. As a pale green light radiated from the well, Ali saw the chicken rip her grandpa's head off, more of his blood falling on her.

Sesshomaru clenched his jaw in annoyance as Jaken picked another fight with Rin, even though she was now nineteen years old. Normally he could ignore his servant, but for the last few months, he'd felt— something. Everything annoyed him now.

"Jaken," he said sharply, making Jaken flinch and fall silent. His eyes narrowed as the wind ruffled his hair and brought the scent of blood. Normally he would ignore it, but this blood smelled familiar, rather like his sister-in-law. He turned to Jaken and Rin. "Stay here," he ordered and leapt into the air. He hoped that Kagome hadn’t gotten herself into a situation that Inuyasha was unable to protect her from.

Ten minutes later, he landed next to the well that Rin claimed had brought Kagome here. On the edge of the well there were smears of blood, as well as two perfect handprints. Sesshomaru frowned when he couldn't find a blood trail anywhere outside the lip of the well. Just as he was about to give up the hunt, he sensed magic. It was faint but powerful and unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He followed the magic as it wove a drunken path through the tall grass until he saw a girl. Sesshomaru muttered a curse under his breath as he realized the magic came from her, and she foolishly made no attempt to hide it. His head swiveled as he sensed a demon approaching the girl. He waited for her to notice it, but it became apparent she hadn't when a grasshopper demon burst from the trees. The demon attacked her, one of its claws grazing the top of her head, making long sand colored hair tumble down her back.

Ali had officially lost her mind. First, a giant chicken had killed her great-grandfather, and now she had apparently shrunk— she was being attacked by a freakin’ grasshopper. She scrambled backwards, not caring that she scrapped her leg on her bike as she did so. The grasshopper said something to her that she didn't understand and tried to attack her again. Ali climbed to her feet and dodged the attack, looking desperately for somewhere to hide. She whipped around as the grasshopper screamed in agony, one of its legs missing. Her eyes went wide as a thin green whip arched through the air and took out three more legs. Ali turned toward where the whip came from and saw the most beautiful man she'd ever seen in her life flicking his wrist at the grasshopper, destroying it this time.

For a moment, Ali wondered if the person who had just saved her was a man. He had long, silvery white hair that flowed down to his hips, and he had a perfect, statue-like posture. He turned to her and began speaking. Ali felt her jaw drop in shock as she saw the gold-colored eyes and strange markings on his cheeks and forehead. They should have made him look like a freak, but all they did was make him more attractive. The man narrowed his eyes and repeated himself, not looking entirely pleased. When he took a step toward her, Ali felt her hair brush her cheeks, ruffled by the wind. *That grasshopper must have broken my hair band when it tried to kill me,* she thought incoherently. The man spoke for a third time, irritation definitely coloring his voice now. When his eyes started to glow, Ali couldn't handle it anymore.

"I don't understand you," she told him in English just before blackness consumed her.

Sesshomaru huffed as the girl covered in blood crumpled to the ground and began leaking even more magic. He walked over and nudged her with his foot, his eyes narrowing at all the strange things surrounding the girl. They resembled the odd contraptions his sister in law possessed, which meant that the best place for the girl was with Inuyasha. This close to her, he could see that her sand colored hair was streaked with purple and an unusual shade of pink. Crouching, he rolled the girl over carefully and sucked in a gasp.

For a human, she was very beautiful. She had thick lashes that smudged high cheekbones, a long neck and soft lips that begged to be kissed. Sesshomaru shook off the train of shocking thoughts and began inspecting her for injuries; she was covered in so much blood, he was concerned for her. *Father would laugh, if he could see this,* he thought sardonically. The only injury he found was on her leg, and the blood dripping from that wound only faintly resembled the scent of the rest of the blood that covered her. Sesshomaru picked up the girl and headed toward Inuyasha's home, subconsciously wrinkling his nose as strands of her strangely colored hair brushed his nose— it smelled very strange, almost as if it had been burned with acid. Just outside the village, the girl in his arms stirred, her thick lashes fluttering.

"Control your magic if you do not wish to be attacked again," he said when the girl's eyes finally opened. He paused as the girl lifted her head from his shoulder and frowned. Sesshomaru finally looked into the girl's eyes and felt his own eyes widen in surprise. Two orbs of bright purple gazed back at him in confusion and shock. He dragged his eyes away from hers and sighed. It was obvious she didn't understand a word he was saying.

"What are you doing here, Sesshomaru?"

He turned to find the strange monk, the former traveling companion of his brother. It had been to Sesshomaru’s utter surprise that the lecher had never made advances toward Rin— it was one reason he still breathed. Another reason was that he often protected Rin.

"This girl needs help. She cannot understand me, but she has one of those strange contraptions Kagome has. Perhaps my sister-in-law can help her," the demon said, narrowing his eyes when Miroku tried to take the girl from his arms. Whatever had happened to the girl, she didn't need the added stress of the pervert touching her. Almost as if she sensed it, Miroku's wife materialized, her eyes gleaming as she spotted him.

"Lady Sango— this girl needs to speak with Kagome," he repeated himself, shifting the girl as she fainted again and nearly toppled out of his arms.

Not too far away, Inuyasha blew his hair out of his eyes and sighed impatiently as he waited for Kagome outside the shrine. "Geez, Inuyasha. I would think you'd have grown up more in ten years," Kagome pointed out as she stood under the tree he perched in. Inuyasha dropped to the ground and smiled at his wife.

"I get bored waiting," he reminded her, pulling Kagome into his arms. "Let's go home," she said after snuggling into his chest for a moment. Inuyasha smiled and turned so she could climb onto his back. They'd only been back in Kaede's village for two minutes when Inuyasha lifted his head and sniffed.

"Kagome, does your brother have spiritual powers?" he asked seriously. Kagome shook her head, confused. "I smell him and my bastard of a brother," Inuyasha explained darkly in answer to her unspoken question. Kagome rolled her eyes. She didn’t know why the brothers still acted as if they hated each other, they’d actually become good friends and now considered themselves a real family. But it wasn’t something they admitted out loud. She climbed on her husband’s back with a sigh, and he returned to the village. A minute after they’d arrived; Sango led Sesshomaru over to Kagome. Much to the priestess’s shock, a blood-covered human was cradled in his arms.

"Bring her over here," Kagome ordered, leading the way into Kaede's hut, hiding a smile at the protective grip he had on the human girl. He had certainly changed since attempting to kill her husband ten and a half long years ago.

Ali flinched as cold water dripped down her temple, startling her into awareness of the world.

"WAAAAH! Kagome, Inuyasha is being mean again!" a boy who looked to be about eight years old burst into the room before Ali could say anything. It didn’t help that she still couldn’t understand anything anyone was saying around her. She stared as a shorter, rougher version of her savior entered the room after the little boy, though his face didn't have any markings. Ali tilted her head as movement on top of the boy's head caught her attention— they looked like ears. He began shouting at the little boy, thumping the top of his head with a fist. The little boy wailed, and the forehead of a nearby woman dressed like a shrine maiden pulsed.

"INUYASHA!" Ali was suddenly reminded of a dog that had been caught doing something bad as the silver-haired man's ears went flat against his skull. "OSWARI!" A necklace around the puppy-eared boy glowed pink before yanking him to the ground. A minute later, he stood up and began yelling at the shrine maiden, who yelled right back; the little boy perched on her shoulder. It looked as if the redheaded child had a tail, which only confused Ali more. She turned her head as she sensed someone watching her and saw the man who had saved her from the grasshopper, their eyes locking. The man pulled away after a moment and said something to the group of people arguing.

Sesshomaru considered punching his stupid brother as he picked a fight with the little fox demon, their raised voices giving him a headache. Despite coming to see Rin several times a year for the last ten years, he still did not like spending very much time around humans. It made him too soft, in his opinion. Not to mention his brother was always picking fights with someone. Right now for example, he was jealously growling at the fox demon perched on Kagome’s shoulder. Movement caught his eye, and he watched as the girl's eyes threatened to pop out of her head watching his brother's family. As if sensing his gaze, the girl turned her head and locked eyes with him. Sesshomaru didn't understand the sudden urge he had to lick her cheek, nor his sudden need to hold her again. *Ridiculus. I will not be Father.* He broke eye contact and closed his eyes. "She is awake again," he said just loudly enough to interrupt the fighting.

Kagome immediately looked down at the girl and knelt next to her, saying something in a strange language.

Ali was surprised to hear English coming from the shrine maiden's mouth, though it was heavily accented. In fact, she sounded a lot like Grandpa Souta. "I'm glad to see that you are not hurt. Do you know what happened?" she asked Ali kindly. Ali shivered as she remembered the creepy chicken that had killed her grandfather.

"I— my— there was—" she stuttered, the memory of blood splashing her, making her panic. The shrine maiden picked up her hand and squeezed it.

"Go slowly. I know it's a huge shock. Unfortunately, you aren't dreaming— I know it feels that way, but you have to adjust quickly or else you'll be dead really quick." Ali took a deep breath as the sorrow choked her. For some reason, she believed this woman; it meant that her great-grandfather really had been killed by a chicken, and she had no one left in the world. Kagome frowned as the girl shivered and choked back a sob. There was something very strange about this girl— magic was swirling around her like crazy— but it wasn't youkai or miko magic. She looked around the room, surprised that no one else sensed it, except for Sesshomaru. Kagome guessed that that was the reason he hadn't left yet; he wasn't about to let Rin be around someone with magic he couldn't identify, and they couldn't control. The girl took a shaky breath and began speaking.

"When I was five, we were coming home from my dance recital when we were hit by a drunk driver. I broke my arm, and my parents were killed on impact. I didn't talk for three years, and because of that, no one knew about my great-grandfather. I had nightmares about the car accident so frequently that one of my foster families finally got me some help— and I started talking. It took four years to backtrack my foster care records to when I first entered the system. Before I could go to Japan to meet him, I fought with my foster family and ran away. It wasn’t until a few months ago that I was able to meet Gramps and then—" the girl blanched and closed her eyes.

Kagome translated everything she'd said to the others in the room, giving the girl a moment to recover.

"I hold a dual citizenship for America and Japan, which meant that even though Gramps was Japanese, if he was proved competent, then I could live with him. I moved in with Gramps seven months ago. Last night, he woke me up and made me get dressed. When I started to ask him what was wrong, I heard this weird howling sound. Gramps took me outside through the freakin’ window and into this old well house that looked about ready to collapse. He had all this… stuff ready in there, even my brand new mountain bike. He told me he was sending me somewhere safe. Then the chicken attacked us. I know that sounds insane, but it's true. It was this chicken bigger than the house, and it seemed kinda pissed off. Gramps did something that hurt it and told me he loved me, and that I had to find his sister. The chicken came back and— and bit him. I fell backwards into the well, and the last thing I remember was more blood falling on me as the chicken ripped off his head," the girl said quietly, her face turning an alarming shade of green. "Well, and I remember that man saving me."

Kagome felt her stomach flip; it was a lot to take in. "What happened then?" she asked the girl, glancing at Sesshomaru in surprise— it was a little unlike him to arbitrarily save humans. As if sensing her gaze, Sesshomaru defiantly flashed her a bit of fang without opening his eyes.

"I saw this green light, and all of the sudden the chicken was gone, and I could see sky— it was morning. I climbed out of the well and tried to find the house. That was when that man saved me from a giant grasshopper."

"What is your name, little one?" Kagome asked as the girl paled again. "Alithia Mizuki Higurashi. I usually go by Ali," the girl whispered to the shrine maiden. Kagome's heart sank.

"What did she say to upset you?" Inuyasha demanded, not liking how rattled Kagome looked. His wife was hardly ever upset by anything since they'd defeated Naraku. "I can—" he started to say he'd kill the girl, but Kagome squeezed his hand tight to cut him off mid-rant. "Give me a minute,” Kagome pleaded of him. “I have to ask her one more thing."

“What is your grandpa's name?" she asked fearfully.

"Souta," the girl answered softly.

Kagome made a strangled gasping sound in her throat and clapped her hands over her mouth. It took her a minute to compose herself, and she gripped Inuyasha's hand tightly.

Ali pulled herself into a sitting position and tried not to think about Gramps. Every time she did, her chest tightened and black spots filled her vision. She stared at the creepily beautiful man again and found she could breathe. Of all the strange people surrounding her, he seemed the most out of place. She absently wondered again if he was an incubus as she remembered the myths that she’d heard in foster care about how incubi and succubi possessed unusually beautiful features to draw in unsuspecting victims.

"Did your Gramps tell you anything else?" the shrine maiden asked her, startling her out of her thoughts. Ali didn't drop her gaze from the man as she pulled out the envelope that only had a few drops of blood on it. It had been protected from the majority of the blood by the yellow bag. Kagome opened the letter with trembling fingers and skimmed it quickly.

Dear sis, I wish you were reading this under better circumstances. The girl who gave you this letter is my great-granddaughter— though you've probably figured that out already. I regret that I didn't find her sooner than I did. She has had many difficulties, all exaggerated by the fact that she is part fox-spirit of some sort. She is not aware of this at all, and it's only a guess on my part. I say spirit and not demon, because she does not feel like any youkai I've ever met. Through hard training, I've learned to sense youkai and half-youkai. I even met Sesshomaru once, in the present. Man, how you could talk about him so casually is beyond me. That man is scary. I wish I knew more about Ali's parents than I do. Whatever happened to them wasn't an accident like she says. I don't know of any car accident that makes a child scream about giant spiders in her sleep. When my grandson was a small child, I used to tell him stories about you and Inuyasha. When he was about twelve, he stopped believing me. We had a fight one afternoon— something I regret deeply. I never saw him again and never knew he had a child. When I did find out about Ali, I tried to find her mother's family and found nothing except that Alithia’s mother had something to do with Inari and his fox spirits. I think, from what little you said of Naraku, he was responsible for the death of Ali’s parents. I sent her to you, because you've already fought Naraku once— though from what you said about him, I sincerely hope no one was foolish enough to try to bring him back to life. Ali doesn't know this yet, but the last people Ali lived with died recently, which is when I decided she had to be sent to you. I've spent several weeks making the preparations, praying that whatever is after her doesn't find her until then. Included with the letter is all the information I have about Ali's family. I love you, sis. —Souta

Kagome silently folded the letter and closed her eyes, determined not to cry. A deep breath later, and she was ready to tell her friends everything she'd learned, leaving out the part about Souta meeting her brother-in-law. Sesshomaru could feel the girl's purple eyes on him, as he listened to his sister-in-law translate the rest of the girl's story. He kept his eyes closed, only opening them when Kagome mentioned that the girl might be a demi-spirit. He stared hard at the girl, who looked ready to faint again. Now that he knew what she was, it explained the hazy shield around her— a glamour. Although he didn’t say it, Sesshomaru suspected the girl was a goddess rather than a spirit, as Kagome had said her brother believed. He'd met few youkai capable of maintaining such a powerful illusion for as long as she had apparently. Concentrating, he realized that the glamour was not put in place by her, but by someone close to her. Her true form was not much different than the human she looked like. Like his brother, she had a pair of silky white ears, though hers where longer, narrower, and tipped with gold. He was surprised to see a tail with similar markings to her ears. Inuyasha didn't have one, so Sesshomaru assumed she was more than half-goddess. He could feel the magic that protected her from humans dissipating and debated whether or not to bring it up.

"She has a powerful illusion spell on her, but it's fading. Perhaps it is just as well that she is here," he surprised even himself by speaking. Kagome tilted her head and gasped as she saw through the illusion, too.

Ali didn't like the way everyone was staring at her. Her spine went rigid, and she stood up shakily, glaring at them all. She'd had enough of this crap already. She wanted to know what the hell was going on. "What is it? Why is everyone staring at me?" she growled out in English, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. The shrine maiden looked at her and sighed.

"It seems that you're part fox spirit, though I've never heard of one marrying a human before in real life. I'm Kagome, your great-grandpa's sister. You time-traveled through a well into feudal Japan. Someone put an illusion spell on you to hide your fox features."the maiden explained.

Ali stared at Kagome and folded her arms across her chest. "Bullshit. There’s no way I'm in feudal Japan. I'd have been burned as a witch by now just for my clothes and especially for my bicycle," she argued, feeling more and more hostile toward these strange people. "And I'm most certainly not a fox spirit!" she shouted.

Sesshomaru was rather surprised by the backbone the girl started showing even though she was obviously scared. Her fear burned acidly in his nose, making him want to gag on the thickness of it. She began speaking to Kagome in a hostile tone, and her aura flared up to the point everyone else in the small hut dropped to their knees from the pressure. He cursed inwardly as he realized she was dangerously close to losing control of herself. Quickly, he strode over and stood in front of the girl, growling and increasing his own spiritual pressure until it overwhelmed her senses. When her eyes rolled into the back of her head, he caught her so she wouldn't fall into the fire she'd toppled toward. Again, he had the urge to cradle her against his chest and nuzzle her. And again, he fought the urge off.

"What in the world is going on here?" Sesshomaru turned his head and saw the old woman Rin lived with.

"Another traveler from Kagome's world,” Sesshomaru explained before adding in a disgusted tone, “She is part fox spirit, though she was apparently unaware of the fact until now." He realized that everyone but his brother had been overwhelmed by the pressure he had extorted and had passed out. Even Inuyasha was looking a bit dazed. He laid the girl down at Kaede's feet. "

Don't let her around Rin until she gains control," he commanded, slipping out of the hut.

Three months later

Ali sighed and flicked her long white ear to rid herself of the annoying flea demon.

"Such sweet blood," the little voice buzzed in her ear.

"Go away, Myoga. I want to be alone," she snapped. It hadn't been easy to accept that she was really in feudal Japan. It hadn't been easy to accept that she had magical powers either, but the glamour she'd worn most of her life had vanished after only a week here, and she'd been forced to accept that she really was a fox spirit.*Goddess. Myoga says I’m part goddess,* she reminded herself. The flea demon had taken one taste of her blood and had pronounced her great-grandfather mistaken.

Myoga hopped off, miffed that she wasn't going let him drink her blood and headed back to the village. Ali wondered if one of her powers was to learn foreign languages quickly— she'd learned both modern Japanese and the feudal language in just two months— or if she'd picked it up so easily from watching anime all the time. Ali found her special pond with relief and tried to leap onto the rocky outcropping gracefully. Instead, she nearly slid off the edge. She pulled herself up with a little effort and then stood as straight as she could. The evening breeze ruffled her sandy hair that was highlighted with pink and purple and brought the scent of coming rain. She looked up at the sky to search it for clouds. All she saw was the first star and let her lips curve upward into a smile. There was one thing that was lovely about being stuck in the past: she could see the stars so clearly without the pollution of the modern world blocking them. She sighed and closed her eyes, beginning to sing.

Sesshomaru found himself thinking of the fox girl again and cursed to himself. In the three months since he'd left her with his brother's pack, he'd thought about her a lot. She reminded him that he was lonely. It was irritating, but it served a great purpose. Jaken had been quieter than usual. Sesshomaru paused as his nose caught the scent of the very girl he was trying not to think about.

"Jaken. Go to the village," he ordered. He'd purchased Rin a new kimono for her wedding to Kohaku. The only reason he'd allowed it was because Rin had looked so happy when she'd told him. He'd hoped she would want to marry someone of a higher class, but he supposed a demon slayer was good enough. Kohaku was a strong young man and had proven his worth many times over. Sesshomaru's thoughts were interrupted by the voice that floated on the wind to his ears.

“May it be the shadow's call will fly away.” Sesshomaru followed the voice until he found a large pond. He stayed hidden in the tree line and listened to the girl from the future sing and she was singing something different now. He didn't know why he didn't reveal himself— it wasn't as if he could understand what she was singing.

“I’ve found someone who completes me.”

When she wasn't covered in blood, she was even more beautiful. Irritated with himself, he stepped out from under the trees even as the girl began to sing something he could understand.

Ali stumbled over the next line in her song and made a face. She really wished she had the lyrics to the song she was singing; she always messed up on this particular line. Ali felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and realized she was being watched. When she stepped closer to the edge of her rock, she couldn't have been more shocked. It was the incubus.

"Lord Sesshomaru," she greeted politely and bowed to cover her blush of embarrassment. She never sang in front of people; she was good enough to be in a choir, but not good enough to sing solo. "Urm, thank you for saving me that day and for keeping me from hurting everyone," she added hastily, now that she was able to speak to him in his own language.

Sesshomaru was impressed with the respect the girl showed him. "Your control over your magic has improved," he said by way of a compliment. The girl's head lifted, red staining her cheeks.

"Yeah, but I haven't perfected it yet. I'm not even sure what sort of things I can do besides create fox fire," she said modestly, brushing her hair away from her cheek. Sesshomaru extended his arm to the girl from the side of the pond he was on, indicating that she should join him.

"We should return to the village before something finds you." He did not know why her safety mattered. The girl laughed and took a few steps backwards, holding her hands up. "I've never jumped that far—I doubt I can make it all the way over there in one piece," she protested. “I barely made it up here in the first place.”

Sesshomaru leapt across the pond and landed in front of her. "I will show you how," he offered, extending his arm again. The girl blushed even harder and took his hand, gulping slightly. Sesshomaru placed a clawed hand on her waist gently and glanced down.

"When I say to, jump as high as you can using your calves," he instructed, crouching down. Ali ignored the shiver that ran up her spine as the demon lord placed a clawed hand on her waist, his long nails pricking into her skin through her shirt. Taking a deep breath, she mimicked his stance.

"Jump."

Ali shivered again as his breath warmed her long ears. She pretended that the incubus part of him was responsible for her reaction to him. Ali leapt into the air, her stomach dropping as they flew into the air. She staggered when they landed on the opposite bank of the pond, her fingers tightened on his hand to steady herself. "See, you were able to do it. You only have to believe in yourself," the demon lord said, staring down at her. She lowered her lashes shyly, not used to anyone looking at her like that— not even Eddie had looked at her like the demon lord was. Lord Sesshomaru stepped away from her and began walking toward the village. Ali followed him with a tiny smile. She rather liked him— he didn't treat her like a child.

"You sing very well," the demon lord commented. Ali flushed a bright red.

"Thank you," she whispered bashfully.

"Have you never received praise before?" the demon lord asked, glancing at her.

"Yes, of course I have, just not for my singing. I don't do that in front of people," she confessed with her eyes on the ground. She’d also received compliments before, but for some reason, it was different coming from him. "You can call me Alithia," she offered, sensing that he wasn't the type to use nicknames often.

"Hnn," he hummed thoughtfully in reply. For the next ten minutes, they walked in silence, going down a path Ali hadn't used before. She got an uneasy feeling as they crossed a large field of grass, and she began swiveling her ears to check for attackers. As they neared a cave, every hair on her body stood on end. She froze in place and let a low growl escape her throat.

Sesshomaru snorted inwardly to himself.- Apparently visiting Rin so often for the last ten years had made him softer then he’d initially realized. *You only have to believe in yourself? I sounded like— Father.* When he heard the low growl, he realized that the girl was no longer following him and turned around in irritation. He stared at Alithia, who had her lips drawn back in a snarl as she stared at something. He'd never seen anything like it— it was as if every hair on her body stood on end, making her clothing push away from her skin. Her long white ears were pinned so tightly against her head that he couldn't see the gold tips anymore. Sesshomaru thought she looked like a giant ball of fuzz. Agitated by the fact that he found it cute, he stepped in front of her.

"Alithia," he said. It was such a strange name to say that he nearly stumbled over it. The girl gasped and placed a clawed hand on her chest, shaking herself out of whatever trance she had been in.

"What is that place?" she asked, pointing to a cave. Sesshomaru turned his head to see what she was talking about, raising an eyebrow when he saw the cave Naraku had been created in, according to Rin.

"An ambitious half-demon was born there, but you have nothing to fear. He was destroyed ten years ago." Sesshomaru wondered how much power she had if she could sense the tainted cave; she had stated she hadn't even begun to discover her powers.

"It is late," he reminded her and walked toward the village again, making sure Alithia was on his right. Once they'd reached the village, she stopped bristling, and her ears returned to their normal position.

"If he's been dead for ten years, then why did that place feel so… nasty?" she asked. Sesshomaru did not have an answer for that.
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Someone Who Completes Me