To be a Normal Demon

Laughter rang through all sense’s as he stared pretty hard at the females in the lake wearing those, ’bathing suites’. They all had one, she thought of everything so no one felt left out. The females, including Rin, had two pieces of scandalous cloth. The miko was wearing a black and white strips, giving her stomach a show to the world. The taijiya wore green, but hers was one single piece. The only conservative piece in the gaggle of females. Rin’s was yellow. Bright to the eye’s, there is no other way to describe the headache he got from staring at his ward.

Holding up the offending ‘boarder shorts’ in his right hand he was curious as to how the ‘Hawaiian flowers’, that were an odd color of light blue, were stuck to the material. They appeared to be a simple color of white and trimmed in a light blue outline.

The males were wearing their trunks as well, so why didn’t he just make an appearance for her pride, since it obviously took some amount of gold to provided for the whole taichi. At least that’s what he told himself as he went behind some bushes and took off his armor followed by his white and red haori, lastly the black hakamas slid past his knees and pooled at his ankles. Stepping out and around his last article of clothing he grabbed the odd item in hand and didn’t understand which village had such an odd style of swimming attire. Shrugging his shoulders he pulled them up and walked back around still cladded in his black leather boots, hands on his hips. He did the only thing a demon lord wearing ridiculous attire could do, hand fastened to his hips and waited out till she gave him a glance. But what happened next is always in stuck in his mind.

She was ogling. Plain and simple. Too bad for her, he caught her in the act of it. Did he look ridiculous? She was blushing at him, something must be wrong for this reaction to come from her face. He looked at the other males non chalante like just to make sure he had the damn things on right and nodded his head while looking down and noticed his only blunder. He forgot the string. His shorts were hugging below his hips, just barely there.

What! No. This can’t be right.

Looking down he turned and started to walk back to the bushes. Only to freeze in his tracks when he heard the water on the ground and soft padding in his direction. Not moving an inch he was shocked to see the miko appear and tie his string in a perfect knot and raising his shorts to hug his hips. “There,” she stated to only him. “Don’t worry Sesshomaru, no one else saw. Just have fun. We deserve it.”

The miko was right, the group did. As a group. Actually being able to take back a shard from the vile hanyou was a win in its own way. He stared at the class jar around her neck and his gaze involuntarily dipped lower, scarlet skin was meeting his gaze. Her breast’s were being shoved in that tiny scrap of cloth around her person. How can they stay in there, wondered the taiyoukai. Clearing his throat, his gaze returned to her face. Pay back, he thought, as he looked at her face. She said nothing about his attitude nor he about hers.

She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him into the water. He froze as all the other eyes were staring to see what he would do. He purely went on reflex and felt like he was two hundred again as he pushed the miko in the water. Silent eyes stared at him as the miko gasped and splashed him in return. He side stepped the watery attack but didn’t expect the last card to be played by his half brother and small kit. The rammed in to his frame together, as a mass of weight, then jumped and went dead weight on his back while they leaned forward. The dog demon could only hold his breathe, as the water greeted his visage with a big and tremendous splash.

Once in the water, the weight let go, and he raised back up spitting water in the air he spotted his next target and smiled a particularly evil smirk. “Ah, youth.” The worlds dropped from his tongue in such a manner that the water actually got colder. Sesshomaru looked at his brother as he started to waded out the water only to freeze at his older brothers movements. Slowly turning, Inuyasha watched as his brother stood above him and grabbed his mass of hair, and dunking him deep in the water. “So miko,” causally started the full demon as he brother flailed below him, “where do you hail from?”

He wasn’t expecting an answer right away from her, mostly because of her attentions towards the nearly drowned figure. He sighed aloud and let go of his younger sibling locks. The miko looked at him and mouthed a ‘thank you’ as her best friend came up and spitting and breathing deep gulps of breath. “Asshole.” He all but growled out his clenched lips, flopping his hair out of his eyes with a-

PLOP!

“Nearly there. Keep up the pace shit stains. We got one click to go.” The pilot broke Sess from his memories as he hacked through another flower pod with his odd angled machete, as he looked back at his surrounding.

Jungle is not an easy thing to trek through, the fake human thought with hate towards the flora and fauna of the humid landscape. It has been eight hours since the last conversation with Sid and Sesshomaru since then not a word was spoken between the group and the pilot.

Repositioning his goods he looked at Joker up and about frame as he walked with his load. Towards the fourth hour he awoke and grabbed the awkward stacked items and made it seem like child play as he placed his items in such an O.C.D. (obsessive compulsive disorder) manner that rivaled any perfectionist mode of transporting goods. He noticed that Joker has always had a knack for such trivial things like stacking and noticing when something was off. He watched as Joker adjusted the walkie talkie on his backpack to included his added burden.

He wondered if he should take on the added burden for his friends or if he, Sesshomaru Taisho, needed it to prove himself to the group. Either way, he liked the added security of the weighted object. At least if he got shot he wouldn’t die, everyone knew that the guy with the communication on his should was an easy target since it made the noise and had that protrudgen in the back. Odd thoughts, he prodded his mind to understand, must be am omen. He shrugged it off and watched his next booted step with care as he went up a steep miniature hill near a gnarled tree.

Thoughts from the lake came and went through his mind as he continued the path to the camp. They were fragments in his mind, suspended in black light around his minds eye as he tried to see them again. But to no avail. The harder he tried to remember what his brother, the monk and kit were wearing the less he could remember the miko’s face. Finally, after a disgusted sigh, he turned his mind to his present situation.

Rather his present annoyance and chain smoking guide.

At least it was only a click, he absently reassured himself too boost his own moral. He looked at his family away from family noticing their haggard and tired faces, their poor gait as they tried to walk around this stupid jungle. He shook his head looking up at the sky as the sun started its descent for ocean floor, than he noticed it

Smoke.

“Sid?” The question in his voice ringing with anxiety and worry as he waited for the pilot to take notice. Fuck him. “Have you noticed the horizon? Are they going to start a fire for us so we know the way at dusk? Should we be worried?”

Sid looked out at the edge of forest and ducked. “Sheeet!” Why did he noticed it before? “Everyone get down. Abandon all resupply and head for cover. We got a couple of-”

Before he could get the last word in edge wise a thunderous roar sounded in the jungle. Sess watched with mild interest as Sid’s left eye went up in his skull and the right looked at him along with the third hole in his head as it leaked a single crimson tear from his right temple. He fell with a thud.

“Joker!” Sess bellowed under enemy fire.

Silence.

“Priest!”

“I’m here man. Rogue is next to me. Joker is on the com. We are about two clicks in enemy territory...” he paused to wait for Joker to relay more info. “They are going to send a rescue party, but E.T.A. is thirty. They say our pilot was..” A rain of bullets followed by a pain filled cry was the last thing Sess heard.

He threw his gun and gear to the ground. He looked at Rogue trying to stint the blood pouring out of Priest’s leg. Joker still was on the com. in a hush whisper. “I’ll distract them. Tell them that if they don’t see me that I will be behind you.” Before he had a chance to turn, his mokomoko sama made its timely appearance. His creasent moon made a startling bright glow as his crimson stripes made their own entrance to the festivities. Gasps were heard, but the fire power stifled any other questions as the mighty dog demon roared to life.

Instincts started to kick in as his hands started to get covered in the pure white fur of his ancestry as he watched another assaulting waving of gun fire attacked his surrogate family. He howled a warning to all that make themselves a threat to back down. It was primal, raw and soul consuming. He jumped into the trees so he could change past his delicate stage without the mess of bullets in his direction.

His B.D.U’s were stretched and torn till they frayed off his person in tattered dissaray to the vegetated floor below. Boots torn from his nails tearing through the man made suede as if he was ripping tissue paper with a blender, rubber soles smelt of melting from his poison tipped claws from the odd threat to his person. He grew and stretched out of his humanoid form into a ferocious beast that had his teeth salivating at his own power. His pure white almost silver-ish hair swayed in its own powerful breeze as he waited and scanned the area of the threat to his family.

He was HUGE! Nearly thirty times the size of a normal siberian husky, the small platoon of men stared at their brother in arms as he changed. The sunset and twilight was upon them, the last thing they saw was the beasts head held high and a loud howl escaping his maw.

A sniff to the air brought his head down as he charged into the jungle forest at ramming speeds, knocking trees over in his wake. Than he found them a total of twelve human men waiting in the bush with leaves covering their hats to try and blend in. Pity, thought the dog beast, their tactics don’t seem to work with my delicate nose. He scrunched his nose in disgust.

Movements were flowing from him as he attacked the Vietnamese fighters, his eyes picked them out one at a grueling time than another one. Sesshomaru the monster, he smelled the men piss their pants as he approached them. The smell of their bowel movements actually put a doggish grin on his face as he glanced at his friends. Blood and innards were in his teeth as he jumped and pounced raking his claws down on their weak human flesh as he tore threw them like a hot knife in a ice cream cake. Still just as gore as their innards and fleshed bubbled from poisonous and acids leaking from their attacker claws, the pain was the lasting impression as they waited to be claimed by death.

The other humans watched their best friend fight for their lives as their shock gave way to triumph at the fact that they were still alive from the demonic beast. A short jerk reminded Rogue of his friends shot leg. Joker was indescribable as he watched his friend with all the grace he saw him carry in his ‘human’ form. Yelling in his ear reminded him that he was talking to com. he finally found his voice and told them that the enemy was retreating but they need a medic, and fast, man down! Com. was still at odds as to how the threat was retreating but they needed the supplies and the men, ten minutes left. Hold on.

As the last of the enemy fell, the beast turned and checked his family. As he approached he smelled Priest’s blood was in the air. He slowly started to transform back into his humanoid body as he continued to walk. The bleeding was starting to get too much for Sesshomaru, deep primal instincts started to surface as his need for pack set in is mind. Humans only had so much blood, he thought, and it takes to long for them to regenerate their lost blood. He looked at his friends and saw the blood was everywhere. The leaves, their clothes and gear along with Rogue.

Bright green made all the man look at the beast gone man, his hand was glowing and dripping. The stuff was dissolving the plant life, so what was he gonna do with it now? They all stared at him. Fear and shakes racked their bodies as he approached.

“I need to stop the bleeding. He will bleed out in a few more minutes. They hit a major artery. I’m so sorry Priest, but this will hurt.” As Sess walked over to the group he sank to his knee’ s as he grabbed the wounded leg in a tight grip. No one protested, why would he kill them now when he just saved them, their logical sides kicked in just as a few drops ell on their friends upper leg wound. The sizzling of skin followed by screams so unimaginable that their blood curdled from the high pitched tone. “Grab him.” His friend’s responded automatically to the command. “It will look like a burn wound, well because it is. Just hold him still.”

The human was the huge walkie talkie on his back couldn’t stay anymore. Minus the fact that he couldn’t hear, but mostly he was getting mad at Sess for not tell him his true identity. He told com. that Priest’s wound was burned closed and to hurry. Blood loss was turning into shock. Joker looked back as Sess grabbed his legs and raised them over his head and started to make Priest move like he was riding a bike. He shook his head as he could hear Priest’s protests about how fucked up this looked. Sess was grumbling about him not being a homo just trying to be nice. The wait was gonna be a long one. Joker sighed and sat near a tree, he was good at waiting.

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