Every nowand then, he will catch her glancing at him, she knows he notices it. She doesnothing but cast her glance away and continue their path silently, becauseevery time she opens her mouth, she feels as if she’s being impertinent—he hasn’tonce questioned her presence by his side, yet she knows it annoys him.

    It’s notthe same than having a little human girl following him around—Kagura means trouble,she knows this. And even then, he stillsaved her, he still brought her back to life. And now that the child has beenleft in the village, they are travelling alone with the small, obnoxious toad,and Kagura feels like a burden.

    Another sidewaysglance is given to him, yet he says nothing, simply focuses ahead. Kagura almostfeels like saying something, yet, like always, she feels as if she should remainsilent—and the strange thing is that, unlike it was the case with Naraku, shedoesn’t feel angered by it. She doesn’t have the right to, after all, not withSesshomaru.

     “you’vebeen quiet—the only one who has spoken today is the toad.” She sighs, voicebarely a murmur, “do you miss her? the girl, I mean.”

@sesshcmaru // sc

 ❛  kagura,  ❜   his &/nbsp;voice  is  curt,  slicing  through  the  air.   ❛  your  master  is  no  longer  in  control  of  you,  yet  you  linger.  just  how  do  you  plan  to  make  yourself  useful  to  me ?   ❜  

           ❝ I — ❞   What can she say? Kagome protects the truth of the well, of her home and her true origins, with ever fibre of her being; she holds this one truth so close to her heart that it’s pressing against the walls of it, the secret lining her heart and ribs like constellations, a heavy secret that thrums with each beat of her pulse that rolls beneath her skin. It’s not that she doesn’t trust him… Kagome just hasn’t told anyone, not a single soul, outside of her core group of friends and Kaede. How could she? She’d be labelled as insane, or she’d invite the threat of disaster upon her family, her entire era. ( She remembers Yura’s hair following her through the well, through the stream of time, just as she recalls an old nightmare of Naraku that lingers on the corners of her conscious mind. )

           ❝ That is… ❞   But this is Sesshomaru; not quite an enemy, at least not to her, but also still too far on the fringes to be called an ally. He is honourable, at the very least, and wouldn’t resort to some scheme involving the well. He may not even blink twice at the revelation, actually. Swallowing thickly, Kagome shifts her grip on the knapsack that hangs like dead weight on her shoulders, laden with supplies and goodies for her friends, before she finally takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

           ❝ I just came from home—this well is how I come back here. To this time. ❞ 

 ❛   time ?  ❜    it  would  explain  her  odd  scent--  and  those  unfamiliar  that  she  carried  around  her.  scents  of  mixed  powders  and  sometimes  oddly-stressed  metals.  the  bag  and  clothing  she  carried  were  equally  strange--  though  he  supposed  he’d  seen  stranger.  there  were  demons  out  there  that  could  manipulate  time,  just  as  he  were  able  to  manipulate  death  and  the  after-life.     

           ‘ you’re just another DOG that needs to be put down. i’ll be more than HAPPY to oblige… ’

                                                                 @sesshcmaru

          To reach the DAIMYŌ in less than a week, he had to cross the mountains that separated the two CASTLE TOWNS. Many called him foolish, a dead man, for they knew the mountain pass was an ENCHANTED place, and that the beings there had little to no tolerance for trespassers that dare encroach their lands. Perhaps he was foolish, or a dead man to begin with, because he chose to ignore their warnings and take the trek anyway. 

          In hindsight, it was probably a bad decision. Sitting in front of a dying campfire in the middle of looming trees and the MOON overhead is not exactly the most comforting of feelings. But a WARRIOR’S KI is not hard to detect, nor is it something easy to ignore. And it’s strong now, pulsing waves of energy that even the most pathetic of SAMURAI could shake in terror at the mere sense of it. And this one’s bloodthirsty, hungry for a fight.

          His instincts are rarely wrong. As calm as he might be, he gulps, and slowly— ever so slowly — reaches for his WAKIZASHI at his belt.

 TREES  BEND  AND  CRACK,  falling  and  toppling  over  at  no  later  than  a  moment’s  notice.  the  skill  possessed  by  the  hand  of  this  sesshomaru  had  sent  them  reeling  with  the  metal  of  his  blade                     to  reveal  the  human  swordsman  sitting  within,  hand  reaching  for  his  own. 

❝  So we meet again. Am I to anticipate yet another fight ?  ❞ 

A SOFT SMILE GRACED HER lips as she caught smell of the familiar scent of her son in the air. Her nose wrinkled playful as she snapped at one o her servants to bring out another cup before he could arrive. ❝ i see you’ve decided to GRACE your mother with your presence sesshomaru. ❞ The woman said aloud, seemingly talking to no one as she paused to sip some of her tea. How long had it been since he had been a pup attached to her hip & following her nearly everywhere she went? Now he was fully grown, towering even over her & was off forging his own path for himself.

He was still young & unexperienced ( even if he would deny it vehemently ) but she knew that that he would surpass his own father in strength in due time. Inukimi was proud…though she would never dare tell him that.

                            ❝ will you be joining your mother for some tea? ❞

            “  Really?  ”

 ARMS were raised in victory, bare feet hitting against the cool ground  as she jumped with GLEE. It had been a while since she picked some  flowers. It was quite a beautiful pass time to have. She gives a confident  salute towards her Lord, followed by an EAGER nod. 

            “  I’ll be good!  ”

        a  level  of  power  that  was  perhaps  new.     in  these  darkened  days,   each  that  pass,    power  is  something  that  was  desired  deeply.   there  was  something  HEAVY  that  hung  in  the  air,     a  pressure  slowly  pushing  downward  on  her  chest  as  the  banshee  grew  almost  eager.     to  her  forces  he’d  be  MORE  than  just  beneficial,    the  alliance  as  a  whole  wouldn’t  stand  a  chance,     &  the  legion.      attempts  to  persuade  were  made,     but  she  knew  it’d  be  a  challenge.     most  definitely.      ‘    i  do  not  ask  this  alliance  to  stand  permanently,     that’ll  be  left  for  you  to  decide.      all   that  i  ask  is  your  AID  for  the  time  being,     any  requests  you  make  during  that  time  will  be  answered.    ‘

            @sesshcmaru  /   starter.

          “I know Lord Sesshoumaru isn’t fond of flowers, but, they remind me of him.” small hands held up honeysuckle, the sweet scented plant a BEAUTIFUL silver that made her think of the daiyokais’ hair she so admired.

         calm  are  the  eyes  that  watch  her,  switching  from  her  face  to  the  flowers  clasped  tightly  in  her  hands.   his  claws  are  ginger  in  how  they  pluck  one  from  her,  examining  it  between  thumb  and  forefinger.