Noble House

Inu Yasha ran through the forest as fast as his legs would carry him. Sango was late getting to the village. Several hours late. Fearing for her safety (and with the goading of his pregnant wife) he had started to move in the direction of the path he knew she would take. A few minutes ago, the wind had shifted, carrying the new scent of Sango’s blood to him on the wind. “Shit shit shit” he cursed to himself, his legs didn’t seem to move fast enough for his taste...

He leapt into the air, jumping from tree to tree so fast all anyone would see was a red and white blur in the treetops. Sango’s scent was growing stronger in his nose, he knew that he was close now. He drew Tessaiga as he neared the clearing he knew she was in... she and Kagome had often bathed there in the past coming to and from the village when they had looked for the shikon no kakera. The rusty sword transformed, seeming to pulse with anticipation of battle and the need of it’s wielder to protect his friend. What he saw when he broke into the clearing from above was NOT what he had expected.

Sango stood nude in the spring, her body covered in cuts, bruises and her own blood. She was roughly scrubbing her body, crying and sobbing as she tried to clean herself. She gasped and cried out when she heard someone land inside the clearing, cing ing herself up and ducking into the water, half expecting it to be Sessoumaru returning to assault her again. She had turned away so fast she hadn’t seen it was actually her friend and not the demon lord standing behind her. Inu Yasha took a few deep sniffs of the air, and needed no further explanation. Sango’s fear and blood, mixed with his bastard half brothers’ smell, and the heavy scent of musk. A low growl started deep in his throat, and Sango looked up terrified at the source of the growl. Her relief enveloped her, and she ran to her friend without hesitation, despite her lack of clothing. Sango clung to her friend, her face buried in his haori, her body shaking from the strength of her sobs. Inu Yasha blushed deeply... he had just seen more of his friend than he had cared to, and now her wet, bare flesh was pressed against him. He reached up carefully, putting his hands on her shoulders (where he figured it would be safe) and turned his gaze towards a particularly interesting bush somewhere off to the far right.

“Sango... we need to get you away from here....he could still come back... I’ll stand guard while you get dressed.” He winced at the coldness of his own words... he was always bad at this comforting stuff. ‘That’s ok’ he thought, ‘ I’ll get her back to Kagome... she’ll know how to take care of Sango’. He turned his back so he was facing out towards the woods, allowing her some privacy. Sango hurried to get dressed and retrieve hiraikotsu, before turning to her friend. She gave him a gentle tap on the shoulder, signaling she was ready to leave. The hanyou took her pack and weapon from her, strapping them to his own back, before lifting Sango into his arms and taking off towards home.

She started to cry again, her anger and indignation finally catching up to her numb mind, and she began to hit Inu Yasha’s chest, arms and shoulders. “I can walk myself!” she hissed vehemently, “I’m not so weak I need to be carried by a youkai! Don’t touch me! Let me GO!!!” Her voice had grown louder and louder until he had to lay his ears flat against his scalp to protect them from the volume. He had also grow tired of her struggling, and stopped his run. He glared down at her, barely checked anger apparent on his face.

“I am NOT my brother!” he snarled, the words and the ferocity with which he said them causing her to flinch and cease her punches. He glared at her a moment more before his eyes softened “I’m not letting you walk after what he did to you... you’re injured in case you didn’t notice.” The last part he said with slightly less than his usual amount of gruffness, which in the language of Inu Yasha meant he was being nice. He was moving again, racing towards the village, with his eyes fixed ahead. She could tell from the set of his jaw and the youki radiating off of him that he was beyond livid over what happened, but her safety was apparently his first priority. Sango again buried her face in his haori, and let her mind and soul be consumed by self-piteous thoughts.

tbc...


yeah, i know, short chapter. i'll make it up later. hey, i realized i may have scared some of you off with my intro .... please review! i really do like to hear what people think, i just didnt want to hear the "you suck! donk waste your time writing" reviews, because really, they say nothing about my fic, they just say a lot about the small minded people who usually write those reviews....