Misfortune Followed Us Home

Misfortune Followed Us Home ch.12

 

Kagome placed her bag outside and then started to disassemble the tent.  She had already folded the sleeping bags and put them away, along with the fire pit and any other items scattered around camp.  The tents were all that was left.  After the tents were folded and stuffed back into their sacks Kagome glanced warily at Sesshoumaru.  She didn’t know how he was going to react about the bag and its abilities.  What if he thought she was running away, maybe she should just say something.  But would he believe her?  She wouldn’t believe such an outrageous story.  Still a simple statement might work.

“I’m going to put the tents away, I’ll be right back,” she stated right before she, rather quickly, jumped in.  She had no time to go carefully; he was fast enough as it is.  She climbed the ladder and vaulted over the edge of the well.  She placed the tents on a random shelf and then ran to grab a change of clothes.  She had to move quickly.  She untied her yukata and let it fall to the ground as she stripped out of her hakamas.  She grabbed the pair of navy hakamas; she got one leg in but tripped in her haste to get the other leg in.  She fell forward but turned so that she fell on her butt.  The back of her head smacked into the tree behind her and she bent forward grasping the back of her head with both hands as she groaned.

“Pathetic.”

                                                                                        

“I’m going to put the tents away, I’ll be right back.”

Why did that silly onna feel the need to announce that of all things to the camp? It had been peacefully quiet so far.  He barely glanced at her as she opened a sack at her feet and jumped into it.  He blinked once before vanishing and reappearing with the bag in hand were the onna had disappeared.  She had vanished, apparently inside the bag.  How did a ningen onna come across something as useful as this?  That is, if it was what he thought it was. 

He glanced up as he heard the taijiya move in his direction.  “What is it?”

“Please Sesshoumaru-sama, Kagome isn’t trying to run away, I promise.”

What did this fool onna think he was going to do, destroy the thing?  “Hn.”  He left the taijiya to think about what that meant as he dropped the bag and reached his hand into it.  “Wood,” he thought as he felt around.  He stood and following the miko’s movements, jumped inside.  He grasped the ladder rung and pushing, propelled himself out and over the lip of the well.  He crouched as he landed silently letting the impact move up his body as he stood.  This place was like a miniature forest with large trees.  The smell of sakura blossoms hung in the air.  He found her scent, pomegranate and raspberries, and followed it into her forest.  He spared side glances at the strange objects littering the “shelves” made from the branches.  The sound of rustling cloth caught his ears and he followed the sound.  As he turned he came up the onna, the miko in a heap on the ground.  A pair of hakamas wound around her.  One leg was in the hakamas while the other was hopelessly tangled in the cloth of the other leg.  She did not even have much of anything on her torso except for some small bit of fabric covering her breasts.  Not that it would do much to hide her chastity.  The onna was holding her head and groaned in pain.

“Pathetic.”

The onna looked up at him.  He could smell the salt of her tears, though it mattered not.  He leaned against the tree behind him.  “It is a miracle that you have lived thus far.  Pray tell how you intend to defeat Naraku like this,” he gestured at her letting his hand swipe over her form.  “No wonder you let the hanyou control your pack.”

“I do not let Inuyasha control me,” she cried as she attempted to stand up.  However, she forgot that she was entangled in her clothes and merely fell again.

“You let your emotions control you.”

“So,” she yelled angrily as she secured the hakamas onto her person correctly.

He settled for a simple, “Hn,” as he looked down on her.

                                                                                                    

“Hn.”

Hn. That’s all he had to say, Hn.  What was wrong with him.  How dare he speak to me that way!  She let out an impressive growl as she glared and the emotionless Inuyoukai.  

“And I supposed you have some great solution for me huh,” she asked, placing her hand on her hips and tilting her head to the side.

“This Sesshoumaru would not waste valuable resources on you.”

She growled again as she walked up to him and jabbed at his armor with her index finger.  “You’re not so great you know that.”

He grabbed her by her finger holding her hand away from him, “You will refrain from touching this Sesshoumaru.”

“This Sesshoumaru, this Sesshoumaru.  How hard is it to say I or me or mine.  You’d think someone with your “resources” could learn to speak correctly.”

“Onna you test this Sesshoumaru,” he warned his eyes flashing red.

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with her free hand, “Look, this isn’t going to be easy. You and Inuyasha just being with a kilometer of each other spells trouble.  To add to it, you hold no respect for any of us.  How are we supposed to treat you with respect when you don’t give us any?  You treat us like insects under your feet, its only natural that we rebel.”

“Hn,” he replied as he dropped her hand.  “Respect is earned not given,” he stated as he turned and made his way to the exit.

“And how are we supposed to earn it,” she yelled after him.

Her only answer was silence.