Misfortune Followed Us Home

Misfortune Followed Us Home ch.10

 

“Miko, do you find it impossible to have even the slightest awareness of your surroundings?  If you had been paying attention you would not have run into this Sesshoumaru.”

“Excuse me,” she replied as she got to her feet.

“This Sesshoumaru does not repeat himself.”

“Why you insufferable, egotistical, ba-“

Kagome suddenly saw stars.  Black spots colored her vision and she couldn’t quite make out where she was.  All she knew was her feet didn’t touch the ground and then suddenly she couldn’t breathe.  She scratched at the clawed hand that was blocking her esophagus.  She tried to use her reiki to throw him off but she was panicking and could not focus her power.  Tears began to leak from her eyes as she fought to breathe.  Sesshoumaru was suddenly in her line of vision, his mouth moved but she was having a hard time figuring out what he was saying. Disrespect, she saw that word and life and something else…

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

“Wench you have the nerve to disrespect me.  If you were not the least bit useful for the destruction of Naraku I would have taken your life twice over.  You will respect me; you will not refer to me in that manner.  If anyone is the bastard here it is Inuyasha.”   He snarled in the girl’s face.  “Had this onna lost her mind,” he thought.  He glanced at her just in time to notice her change in shade from purple to blue.  He released the girl and watched as she slumped to the ground.  She managed to hold herself upright for a few seconds before she fell over and sprawled in the dirt. The onna lay in the dirt breathing deeply as she struggled to bring herself back from the brink of unconsciousness. “Fool,” he thought.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

There was something going on.  His ear twitched, what was that sound.  He almost dismissed it but inhaled deeply just to be sure.  He went over the scents in his head and identified who was in camp.  Sango and Miroku’s scents where mingled together, Okaa-san was outside somewhere still in camp but far from the tent.  He sat up suddenly, this other scent, it was similar to Inuyasha’s but still different and behind that something that smelled like swamp water and something else that smelled like black cherries and mint.  That scent, it was sweet and sharp, who was it?  Then the smell of salt water drifted to his nose, someone was crying.  He got up and peeked out of the tent.

“Okaa-san,” Shippo screamed as he ran to her.  She was on the ground taking deep, heavy breaths as if she could not get enough air into her lungs.  A dark ugly bruise in the shape of a hand print was forming around her neck.  The scent of her blood reached his nose as he pulled her close.  Her head was bleeding; blood welled up, soaking her dark hair.  He snarled and bared his fangs at the intruder who dared to injure his mother.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

 “How amusing,” Sesshoumaru thought.  He looked down at the little kit baring his fangs at him.  He supposed if he had to use any word to describe this little display, he could call it cute.  Not that he would ever say that word out loud but still, this little over protective kit was cute.

“I’d not waste my time challenging me boy, perhaps you should wake your other companions to see to your mother.  It would not do to have such a powerful weapon against Naraku die over something so feeble.  Do not blame me for her injuries; it was her own insolence that caused them.”

He marched further into camp.  “Jaken,” he called.  The little groveling kappa ran as fast as his little stubby legs could carry him over to his lord and master.

“Yes milord,” he squawked.

“Go find Ah-Un and bring them here.”

“Yes milord,” he replied, and then scurried away into the brush.

“Rin,” he called to his young ward.  The young girl looked guiltily out from behind a bush before trudging up to him.

“Rin is sorry Sesshoumaru-sama.  Rin only wanted to know what was going on.  Rin will listen next time.”

He nearly sighed; she looked like a thoroughly chastised pup.  Her shoulders slumping and her head bowed.  “Sit down Rin,” was all he said as he picked a tree and sat at the edge of the camp.  Inuyasha was not here.  He would not be surprised if, as soon as he felt like his companions wouldn’t miss him, the hanyou slipped away.  The miko was obviously the alpha in this pack, but she for some odd reason deferred to the hanyou.  For whatever reason, he would have to wait until she recovered before he could make his demands known.  How bothersome.