The Intuition of the Heart
Scroll One
The young miko of the Shikon no Tama, was stalking through the woods, her pack heaved awkwardly over her shoulders. Her usually bright, happy violet-gray eyes were narrowed into tear filled deadly slits, her brows furrowed in a mix of frustration and anger. A soft growl was emanating from the young girl's throat, as she walked, her pace hurried and carelessly loud.
"Damn hanyou. I hate him. I hate him. Of course he wanted to be with someone else, I mean it was only natural, that he chose someone over me. But with Kouga? Feh." She ranted to herself under her breath as she walked. The young miko, let the cold biting wind whip through her hair, blowing the completed Shikon no tama, from its hiding place in the folds of the collar of her yukata. Why she was wearing a yukata in the middle of winter was beyond her, but she was. And she was also trudging out in the middle of the forest named for the hanyou, in knee deep crisp snow. She made no sound in the forest, save for her ranting. And naturally her aura was concealed. What do you expect after four years of training and hunting shards?
Kagome sighed heavily. Sango and Kohaku had been reunited, with Kohaku his old self, thanks to Kagome and the Shikon no Tama. Miroku's hand had been lifted of the curse when InuYasha had killed Naraku. Kikyo had been put to rest by Kagome. And Shippo, her koishii son, had found a mate. She smiled softly, Shippo and Tonoko, Sango and Miroku, and Kohaku and the little girl from Kaede's village. Kagome in her mind and heart was happy for them all, even Kouga and InuYasha. But did he have to be so bluntly cold. Did he have to be a fricken' jackass along with telling her to go home? Yes, the Shikon no tama, had been completed, no it wouldn't turn him youkai. So he found solace in Kouga. She understood that. But why did he have to be so damn cold? So cruel?
Kagome sighed softly, then suddenly tripped over something, that sent a lightning bolt of pain up her leg, gripping the muscles agonizingly. She let out a harsh yell and fell into the snow. The pain instantly fled as she curled away from what she tripped over. But then her ears twitched at the sound of a low growl, it was distressed, cold, and in pain from the sound of it, and not human. Kagome gulped, and then slowly turned to see what was growling behind her, her eyes snapped open wide, with a sharp squeak she scrambled backwards.
Sesshomaru! She felt her back pressed against the rough bark of a tree trunk, as she stared at the form before her. She blinked and all fright fled her mind. The stark white snow, untouched by grime, dirt, or human hand, was stained a deep crimson. As soon as she recognized what it was, the stench invaded her nostrils. His robes and armor were drenched with the vermilion color, his long snow white hair was fanned around him, but untouched by the red secretion. She looked to his eyes, narrowed, the flaming amber-gold irises were pain filled and cold. His brows, normally arched in arrogance, were drawn together in pain, and in frustration, for he could not move.
Kagome, slid her pack from her shoulders, ignorant of the cold snow soaking her yukata, she crawled slowly to him. The growl came up a notch in warning but she ignored it. She daringly, and gently moved his tail from her view of him. He growled even louder at being touched. She gave him a rather dry look. "Sesshomaru, stop growling, or soon you wont be able to make any noises." She said softly. She was concerned, she was trained to be a healer, thanks to Kaede and Kikiyo, and she knew from common sense that even a youkai couldn't lose this much blood and survive much longer. Kagome sighed softly and brushed the silky, snow white strands of hair from his eyes, and examined the wounds to his head. She looked down suddenly when she heard a soft whimper. Her eyes softened, and her heart went to him. He noticed this and looked away.
"I would be a fool to ask if you could stand. And an even bigger baka, to try to move you. I wish I could help you, Sesshomaru, properly. But if I remove this bloody clothing, and treat you, you might catch pneumonia. Have an suggestions?" She asked softly, gently turning him on his back, to remove the armor, if not his clothing. She noticed that his breathing became a bit easier with the removal of the heavy armor.
"Miko-wench, treat me here, I will survive mere cold-illnesses." His once silky smooth voice was raspy and weak. Kagome hesitantly nodded.
"But Sesshomaru, if you get sick, I don't think the medicine I have will effect you in the correct ways." She said suddenly. How would cold medicine from the future, effect his youkai system?
"Miko-wench, is that your way of trying to tell me you realized you can't heal me?" That earned him a hard flick on the nose, he growled menacingly at her.
"That's what you get with telling me, I couldn't do it. You are just lucky I am doing this. Seeing as you have Rin and the Western Lands to protect." She said. He merely closed his eyes. He felt her crawl back to her pack, and drag it over. She pulled out her sleeping futon and rolled it out on the snow, she carefully, numbly, peeled away the blood soaked layers of cloth from his milky white skin. She got no moans, no winces, no growls, as she removed the shreds and moved him gently onto the futon. She draped a thin cotton blanket over his lower half as she worked at stopping the bleeding of the major slash wounds on his torso and chest. She bandaged his arms in sterile linen clothes, after applying antiseptic. At that she got a small wince. She got the bleeding to stop, and she applied the antiseptic, and unfortunately to both, rubbing alcohol. She winced as his fingers dug into her shoulder, and at the utterly painful whimper he gave her. She soothed him by humming softly, a sweet, bouncy tune he'd heard Rin singing to a small bird when she was mending it's wing.
Once Kagome had wrapped linen bandages around his wounds, and applied the antiseptic and band-aids to his minor cuts. She leaned back to examine her handiwork. She frowned. She couldn't do anything for his loss of strength or blood. But then again she could, she pulled out the Shikon no Tama, and held the glowing jewel in her palm, as she neared him. Her thoughts of healing.
She suddenly gasped when the jewel melted into her, making her aura flare brilliantly white, in flames. She blinked and then looked at her palms, they weren't glowing, but she felt the warmth of the power coursing through her veins. She tenderly placed her hands on his arms, and squeaked lightly when he suddenly pulled her to him. A deep crimson inking stained her cheeks as she heard his heart beat. Suddenly she was aware that a light engulfed them both, and she felt the strength she restored to him pulse through him. She could almost hear the blood burst into his veins, like water rushing through a dried up river, after a typhoon.
She smiled softly at her work as the power faded and she leaned back onto her heals, suddenly all too aware of the three youkai surrounding them.
Scroll One
The young miko of the Shikon no Tama, was stalking through the woods, her pack heaved awkwardly over her shoulders. Her usually bright, happy violet-gray eyes were narrowed into tear filled deadly slits, her brows furrowed in a mix of frustration and anger. A soft growl was emanating from the young girl's throat, as she walked, her pace hurried and carelessly loud.
"Damn hanyou. I hate him. I hate him. Of course he wanted to be with someone else, I mean it was only natural, that he chose someone over me. But with Kouga? Feh." She ranted to herself under her breath as she walked. The young miko, let the cold biting wind whip through her hair, blowing the completed Shikon no tama, from its hiding place in the folds of the collar of her yukata. Why she was wearing a yukata in the middle of winter was beyond her, but she was. And she was also trudging out in the middle of the forest named for the hanyou, in knee deep crisp snow. She made no sound in the forest, save for her ranting. And naturally her aura was concealed. What do you expect after four years of training and hunting shards?
Kagome sighed heavily. Sango and Kohaku had been reunited, with Kohaku his old self, thanks to Kagome and the Shikon no Tama. Miroku's hand had been lifted of the curse when InuYasha had killed Naraku. Kikyo had been put to rest by Kagome. And Shippo, her koishii son, had found a mate. She smiled softly, Shippo and Tonoko, Sango and Miroku, and Kohaku and the little girl from Kaede's village. Kagome in her mind and heart was happy for them all, even Kouga and InuYasha. But did he have to be so bluntly cold. Did he have to be a fricken' jackass along with telling her to go home? Yes, the Shikon no tama, had been completed, no it wouldn't turn him youkai. So he found solace in Kouga. She understood that. But why did he have to be so damn cold? So cruel?
Kagome sighed softly, then suddenly tripped over something, that sent a lightning bolt of pain up her leg, gripping the muscles agonizingly. She let out a harsh yell and fell into the snow. The pain instantly fled as she curled away from what she tripped over. But then her ears twitched at the sound of a low growl, it was distressed, cold, and in pain from the sound of it, and not human. Kagome gulped, and then slowly turned to see what was growling behind her, her eyes snapped open wide, with a sharp squeak she scrambled backwards.
Sesshomaru! She felt her back pressed against the rough bark of a tree trunk, as she stared at the form before her. She blinked and all fright fled her mind. The stark white snow, untouched by grime, dirt, or human hand, was stained a deep crimson. As soon as she recognized what it was, the stench invaded her nostrils. His robes and armor were drenched with the vermilion color, his long snow white hair was fanned around him, but untouched by the red secretion. She looked to his eyes, narrowed, the flaming amber-gold irises were pain filled and cold. His brows, normally arched in arrogance, were drawn together in pain, and in frustration, for he could not move.
Kagome, slid her pack from her shoulders, ignorant of the cold snow soaking her yukata, she crawled slowly to him. The growl came up a notch in warning but she ignored it. She daringly, and gently moved his tail from her view of him. He growled even louder at being touched. She gave him a rather dry look. "Sesshomaru, stop growling, or soon you wont be able to make any noises." She said softly. She was concerned, she was trained to be a healer, thanks to Kaede and Kikiyo, and she knew from common sense that even a youkai couldn't lose this much blood and survive much longer. Kagome sighed softly and brushed the silky, snow white strands of hair from his eyes, and examined the wounds to his head. She looked down suddenly when she heard a soft whimper. Her eyes softened, and her heart went to him. He noticed this and looked away.
"I would be a fool to ask if you could stand. And an even bigger baka, to try to move you. I wish I could help you, Sesshomaru, properly. But if I remove this bloody clothing, and treat you, you might catch pneumonia. Have an suggestions?" She asked softly, gently turning him on his back, to remove the armor, if not his clothing. She noticed that his breathing became a bit easier with the removal of the heavy armor.
"Miko-wench, treat me here, I will survive mere cold-illnesses." His once silky smooth voice was raspy and weak. Kagome hesitantly nodded.
"But Sesshomaru, if you get sick, I don't think the medicine I have will effect you in the correct ways." She said suddenly. How would cold medicine from the future, effect his youkai system?
"Miko-wench, is that your way of trying to tell me you realized you can't heal me?" That earned him a hard flick on the nose, he growled menacingly at her.
"That's what you get with telling me, I couldn't do it. You are just lucky I am doing this. Seeing as you have Rin and the Western Lands to protect." She said. He merely closed his eyes. He felt her crawl back to her pack, and drag it over. She pulled out her sleeping futon and rolled it out on the snow, she carefully, numbly, peeled away the blood soaked layers of cloth from his milky white skin. She got no moans, no winces, no growls, as she removed the shreds and moved him gently onto the futon. She draped a thin cotton blanket over his lower half as she worked at stopping the bleeding of the major slash wounds on his torso and chest. She bandaged his arms in sterile linen clothes, after applying antiseptic. At that she got a small wince. She got the bleeding to stop, and she applied the antiseptic, and unfortunately to both, rubbing alcohol. She winced as his fingers dug into her shoulder, and at the utterly painful whimper he gave her. She soothed him by humming softly, a sweet, bouncy tune he'd heard Rin singing to a small bird when she was mending it's wing.
Once Kagome had wrapped linen bandages around his wounds, and applied the antiseptic and band-aids to his minor cuts. She leaned back to examine her handiwork. She frowned. She couldn't do anything for his loss of strength or blood. But then again she could, she pulled out the Shikon no Tama, and held the glowing jewel in her palm, as she neared him. Her thoughts of healing.
She suddenly gasped when the jewel melted into her, making her aura flare brilliantly white, in flames. She blinked and then looked at her palms, they weren't glowing, but she felt the warmth of the power coursing through her veins. She tenderly placed her hands on his arms, and squeaked lightly when he suddenly pulled her to him. A deep crimson inking stained her cheeks as she heard his heart beat. Suddenly she was aware that a light engulfed them both, and she felt the strength she restored to him pulse through him. She could almost hear the blood burst into his veins, like water rushing through a dried up river, after a typhoon.
She smiled softly at her work as the power faded and she leaned back onto her heals, suddenly all too aware of the three youkai surrounding them.