When Worlds Collide
Three
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A/N: Thank you for all of those that stayed with
me for this unbearably long lack off updatedness!
Victoria Wolf: Thank you for the reviews! And thank you for keeping me on your flavorites list! I
will try my best to please you from now on!
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piffiness: It was just a figure
of speech. Something like, “Go shoot
yourself.” ^.^
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liked this one too! Thank you for your
support in my other stories as well! ^.^
Well that’s about it! Hope that you enjoy this one too!
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InuYasha scanned the open plains and sniffed at the air, so far
nothing gave away as to where the hell they were. He could feel the others coming up behind
him, panting and breathing hard as they ran to try to keep up. InuYasha snorted, “Feh! What’s keeping
you guys? You never had a problem
before!” His ears twitched in annoyance
try his best to understand the stamina of humans.
Sango
stood at her full height still trying to breath, as she fixed him with ‘The
Look,’ “InuYasha, we can’t fly on Kirara
and Kagome-chan doesn’t have her bike.
Don’t you think that it would be a little less tiring if we just slowed
down a bit?”
Miroku
nodded, “Sango’s right, if we do slow our pace we
don’t have to take breaks every few minutes.”
InuYasha reached up and scratched at the cloth that wove around his
head to hide his ears, “This is so fucking stupid!” he cussed, “Why the fuck to
I suffer for someone else’s ignorance!” he yelled referring to the odd cloths
and headband. “It’s not my fault that
people around here don’t know what a fucking youkai is!” He stopped and took a deep, then started to
wave his arms and hands in the sir frantically, “Help me! Please save me! It’s a Darkfriend!”
he squealed, the returned to his normally gruff voice, “What the fuck is a Darkfriend anyway?”
Miroku
shook his head and glanced at Kagome as she fell on the grass, looking to the
bright blue sky, “Whatever it is,” he whispered, “it was enough to get us ran
out of town.”
Sango
nodded, “But now that we covered your ears we can at least pass through town
without any trouble as long as we hid Kirara and
Shippo.”
“Can
we at least get a horse at the next town, please?” Kagome’s voice was borderline begging, “I’m sick and tired of carrying around
our old clothes in my pack.”
Shippo
plopped down next to his adoptive mother, “Why can’t InuYasha
carry it?” To him it seemed a very
logical question. He was the one going
fast and seemed to have all the energy in the world.
“Feh,” the hanyou snorted, “That’s the woman’s job.”
A
vein popped out of Kagome’s forehead, “SIT!”
Both
Shippo and Sango let out a soft giggle as InuYasha
crashed to the ground, cussing all the way down.
“Go
ahead, laugh it up!” he hissed when he pushed himself up off the dirt and
grass, “just wait until I—“He stopped in mid sentence and gripped the handle of
Tetsusaiga. He
could feel the blade pulsing in its sheath.
Something was wrong, something was terrible wrong but what he couldn’t
place. At least it felt as if something
was wrong, then it hit him, “Someone just used Tenseiga!”
he growled.
Kagome
blinked, “Huh? When? How do you know, InuYasha? Are you
sure?”
“Shut
up, woman,” he said through clenched teeth, “I know what I felt! I feel it every time that bastard uses that
damn sword!”
He
looked off to the west, his demon eyes barely picking out a village on the
horizon, “There!” he pointed, “it came from that village!” Not wasting time for the others to comment he
grabbed the pack and placed it on his shoulders. “Let’s move now!” he yelled and began to run,
not bothering to wait up as the remaining members of the group frantically
scrambled to their feet and took off after him.
S%S
Rin
plodded along behind Nynaeve as the two of them
walked through the market picking out various things for the journey
ahead. “Nynaeve-baasan?”
she asked her small voice cutting through the crowd as she tired to walk in the
small dress that the older woman just bought for her.
“What
is it?” the former Wisdom answered half heartedly, peering at some spices left
out to dry on one of the booths.
“Why
do you love Lan-sama?” the girl asked with all the
innocence in the world.
She
sputtered and turned angry eyes to the child, “How do you know that?” she
demanded.
Rin
blinked at the older woman, her gaze deadpanned, “Baka,” she stated, “I can
tell. I’ve never seen anyone look at
someone the way that you look at Lan-sama. And the other three ladies look at Rand-sama
the same way and they say that they love him.”
She paused as if seeking to put words into
her thoughts, “Nynaeve-baasan? How can three people love the same person at
that person claim to love all three of them back. Isn’t love just for one person?”
All
she could do was stare at the child who seemed to smart for her own flaming
good, “I don’t know, Rin. Why don’t you
go ask
“Baka,”
she said again, “You can’t just walk up to guys and say that stuff and besides
–“ she cut herself off and stopped at one of the
booths that were selling weapons and swords.
Nynaeve reached down and gripped her arm, “Little ones shouldn’t look
at such things, Rin,” she colded and gave the girl a
small tug.
Rin
yanked her arm back and fixed the vendor with her most
meanest glare, the ‘Sesshoumaru-sama look’ she called it. It seemed to work because the fat man
flinched and shifted in his seat, “Give it back,” she hissed.
Nynaeve blinked and looked to where Rin had pointed, “Rin it’s just a
sword.”
Rin
shook her head, “No! That is
Sesshoumaru-sama’s Tenseiga! You stole it, you evil, fat man!”
The
vendors face drained of color as he frantically shook his head, “I did no such
thing little brat! This sword was sold
to me! I paid a fancy price for it too!”
Nynaeve sighed as the vendor and the small girl started to argue,
“How much for the sword?” she asked, just wanting to shut Rin up.
It
worked, they both stopped and looked to her, Rin’s eyes filling with happiness,
“Really?” she whispered.
The
vendor shrugged, “It’s a useless sword Miss, didn’t even hurt a soul, not so
much as a flaming scratch on the person I used it on... I mean that is...” he
trailed off putting a hand behind his head and started to look a little
sheepish.
“I
said how much?” the older woman hissed growing impatient.
The
vendor shrugged and look to the little girl her eyes a light as she gazed at
the weapon. Sure the thing was pretty
and the blade gleamed like no other that he had ever seen, but if it couldn’t
hurt anyone perhaps it was ok to let the little one have it. He grabbed the weapon, making sure that it
was secure in its scabbard before wrapping it in cloth. “Here,” he mumbled, “just take the flaming
thing. It’s worthless anyway.”
Rin
jumped up and grabbed the wrapped package, hugging it to her chest while
jumping up and down, “Oh thank you so much, Ojiisan! I’m sorry for calling you evil and fat!” She gave the former Wisdom a beaming smile
and grabbed her hand dragging her off quickly in case the vendor changed his
mind.
“Now
Sesshoumaru-sama will surely find me with Tenseiga,”
she said gently stroking the cloth as if a precious treasure was contained
inside instead of a seemly useless sword.
S%S
Sesshoumaru
stood in the middle of the wreckage watching with cold eyes as the mortal
kneeling down in front of him begged for his life, “Please, please don’t kill
me! I’ll do anything! I’ll give you anything!”
The
Lord of the Western Lands blinked, “Pitiful wrench, do you really think that I
would give you your wish?” Sesshoumaru
reached down and lifted the human by the neck, “Now,” he hissed, “I will NOT
ask this again. Where is this Sesshoumaru’s Rin?”
The
man chocked, trying his best to answer under the pressure of claws. His legs dangled in the air, kicking every
once and a while as tears streamed down his dirty face. His armor that once glistened in the sun now
was dented and cracked, his white pristine cloak now covered with dirt, grim,
and sot from the battlefield. If one
would even want to call it that. It was
more like a massacre, in all of his years of being a soldier he had never witnessed
such massive destruction in such a short time.
“I ...” he gasped out, “I don’t know wh... who
Rin is!”
Sesshoumaru
let the poison seep out of his claws and on to the human’s skin, “Then you
die!” He watched with impassive eyes as
the green taint took affect and ate through the mortal’s skin and bone until
his head detached it’s self and the carcass fell to the ground. The demon lord started down
at
it for a few seconds before walking away leaving a body for the first time seen
his escaped. “Let those worthless scum
wonder what happed to their dear soldier,” he hissed through clenched teeth,
not looking back as he left what was left of the camp to the birds and
scavengers.
Each
step he took he felt that they lead him further and further away from any sign
of Rin that he might find. The fact that
he had somehow lost Tenseiga and the gift that his
father had given him was so far away from him that he couldn’t even feel its
pull didn’t even bother him as much as losing that one small human girl. Jaken too was
missing but somehow he was least concerned about the toad demon. He knew that the annoying creature would find
a way to seek him before he even could begin to look for him.
He
sighed as he heard horses coming up ahead of him and reached to pull up the
dark brown cloth that dangled around his neck making sure that it was in the
correct place so it covered his nose and cheeks before dropping his arm. They were running faster than he had first
thought and hopefully not towards the destroyed camp, sure he didn’t care that
anybody saw the mess he had left behind but with him so close to the damage was
a delay that he neither liked nor needed.
When
the two riders broke over the hill and saw him they slowed their approach and
walked to him, “You alone stranger?” one of them asked, pulling the reins on
his horse tight as it started to frisk from side to side.
Sesshoumaru
nodded, glaring at the animals prancing about.
Just being near him made the damn things nervous, picking up his sent as
if he was some type of rabid dog.
“Well,”
the man continued, “There’s a storm approaching, you wouldn’t want to be caught
up in it. You got a horse or something?”
He
shook his head curious as to why these two humans were being nice to him.
“Well,”
this time the woman spoke up, “There’s a town not to far from here, you can find an inn there.”
She looked him up and down as if she was seeing if he strong enough to
last the storm if he didn’t make it to the town in time.
“I
will be fine,” he said reaching up and tugging on the leather strap that was
digging into his left arm. It was a
useful thing having the Toukijin strapped to his back
instead of awkwardly at his side. For
some strange odd reason it just didn’t want to sit right at his hip in the
clothes he was currently wearing.
The
woman nodded taking in the loose billowing sleeve of his left arm then the
close fitting one of his right. She glanced at his covered face, “Is there
something wrong with you, stranger?” she asked, suspicion ringing in her voice.
Sesshoumaru
glared at her and reach up gently touching what was left of his arm, even now
being self conscious about it.
“Must’ve
been some fight?” the man asked, trying to lighten the mood.
The
demon lord nodded trying to rein in his temper.
The
woman answered his nod with one of her own, “Did he get your face as well?”
He
growled low in his throat, the fucking wench didn’t know when to shut her
mouth.
The
man reached out and touched her shoulder, “Stop sister, no need to ask him all
these questions. He’s just probably a
loner, right?”
Sesshoumaru
once again turned his attention to the man, “Perhaps,” he stated and started
off down the road again ignoring the calls of the two humans as they tried to
get his name before he left.
TBC
A/N: Sorry again for the delay in updating, but as
of a last month I don’t know when the next update will be. Things have gotten pretty hectic and so all
of my work is put on temporary hold until I get back from