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People 🫪🥲🥹 I'm actually alive. After giving everyone abandonment issues, I have decided to just pull through and finish eternal flames even if no ones here to read it now 😆😂. I literally had to watch yashahime for anti seshrin motivation damn.

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THAT'S HOW THE BAD END FOR SYLUS'S MEMORY GOES??? WHERE TF WAS MY TRIGGER WARNING? I WAS SO SHOCKED I COULDN'T EVEN ENJOY THE CUNTY OUTFIT.

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Sumeru Men during Ganesh Chaturthi.

♥♥♥Okayy this might be a little too niche but for that 1% desi genshin fans pspsppspspps. ♥♥♥

A/N: Ganesh Chaturthi is a festival we celebrate in india, where we bring an idol of the popular hindu deity Ganesh home.

﹆ꕤ⊹Desi Sumeru Head cannons: Ganesh Chaturthi special.﹆ꕤ⊹

.. ♥Kaveh, Al Haitham, Cyno, Wanderer, Tighnari ft. Kaeya ♥ ..

Kaveh Head of decorations. Art child of the house forced into becoming the head designer for the festival. The entire responsibility of the decoration is pushed onto him, whether he's okay with it or not. By the end of it he'll be sitting on the ground with flower garlands and fairy lights around his neck. STRESSEDDD, he has to get the space ready before they actually bring the Ganpati idol home and right now nothing is sticking to the wall, the lights look ugly and Al Haitham is getting on his last nerve. 

Cyno SELLOTAPE MAN, bro cannot be trusted with anything other than cutting small pieces of sticky tape and holding them ready for kaveh. He might even start sticking them on Scara's hat so that they're easier to peel.  He has a little shop of every type of sticky tape available- the double sided one, masking tape, the yellow coloured one for the light arrangements and the clear see-through ones, whatever you want. Will offer bad jokes with every piece. Also primarily here for the spiced milk.  

Tighnari The environmentalist that goes on about how they should use eco- friendly decorations and ban polystyrene but does nothing to actually help. Will bring all the raw material for the flower and fruit arrangement and that's his only contribution. The rest of the time he'll play music and and give Kaveh bad advice. Also the kind to get modak edibles for the gang so they're all high as hell during the ceremony. The kind of soft launch his s/o to his fam by inviting them to the festival. 

Wanderer The non-native that's experiencing it for the first time. Let's be honest, his mom forced him to be here. He could not give a flying fuck about what the festival is and why its celebrated. But apparently its important to socialize, so fine he'll show up. He's given the huge bundle of fairy lights, pulled straight out of the attic so he can sit in a corner untangling them while the others conceptualise the decorations. Eventually has to work with the sellotape man. His hands hurt from holding the lights up because kaveh can't make up his mind on where they look good. The wires are old so might get electrocuted accidently. Also complains about the noise pollution outside, then dances his ass off during Visarjan, after eating Tighnari's edible. Al Haitham The critic. Exists solely to shit on all of Kaveh's ideas. He'll lounge around the room, not involving himself in anything, but the moment Kaveh assembling things he'll point out everything he's doing wrong. Will give random pointers until Kaveh rips his hair out. 100% will start fighting. "WHY ARE YOU HERE THEN? JUST WHY ARE YOU HERE? GO HOME" "I'm here because you're incompetent." ♥ "Yeah, that is not going to hold."  "Stfu Al Haitham, I'm the architect here, you think i don't know how these things work? I know what materials work with what kind-  The entire decoration crashes down on him the moment he says this, its 3am in the morning and kaveh is on the verge of tears.  "Told you so."  ♥ Kaeya The one NRI cousin that lives abroad and cries on Instagram over how much they miss the festival. Will dress up regardless to take pictures, attempt to make the sweets on their own and video call their fam all the time. Somehow finds an university club, or local desi community that celebrates the festival in that country and spams on socials.

bwhahahaah this was so much fun to write, i was actually imagining them as me and my cousins.

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IX Eternal Flame IX

Parts: ❧ I II III IV V VI VII VIII❧

❧ Warning!: Gore, violence, mentions of blood, loss, grief, mourning, ANGST.

❧ As the blood moon rises for the feast of manana, It's time Wei faces the greatest gamble of her life." ❧

- -̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾The feast- part I. -̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾ -

Sesshomaru stared into the sky, the ghoulish moon would climb up over the horizon in a few hours. urgh. 

He could practically taste the strange magic in the air. It's ominous pull was making all kinds of ayakashi stir in their hiding. By nightfall, this place would be flooded with them. 

How inconvenient. 

It was only appropriate that he got rid of them, swiftly. That was one way of getting his mind of this ebbing anxiety. Something about this moon deeply unsettled him. 

He gritted his teeth, until they don't cross over the village, everything will be fine.  And he himself will be here when the dreadful moon is on their heads. 

maybe my death will teach you that. 

Something bitter curled in his mouth, why was he remembering her rambling all of a sudden? 

And why was he so bothered by it? 

Despite his anger, his mind recounted the memories of last night. He hated how she had said that, over the thick haze of the hot springs, he had expected her to be angry, fire flashing in her eyes. But she had sounded so... defeated. Like she was reciting something inevitable. 

His shoulders slumped, every day the mountain girl kept getting stranger and stranger. Death seemed to follow her like a plague, not a moment of peace since she had joined them. Why couldn't she just... sit quietly. Like Rin.

Why did she have to be always on the run, always itching to take action, always so eager to push the limits of her own mortality- 

He pressed his temple, how did a human like that rile him up so easily?  He tried to funnel his thoughts, killing ayakashi yes. 

Jaken jogged up behind him, the heads on his staff clattering their teeth. "I put down the runes as you asked my lord!" He said, "No yokai can cross over the boundary I set around them." 

Good.

"You drew it around the entire village as I asked you?" 

"Just as you asked my lord" He said bowing deeply, and to his surprise, sniffled, "Who would have thought lord Sesshomaru would grow to care so deeply abou-"

Sesshomaru slammed the hilt of bakusaiga on his head, making him stumble forward mid-sentence. 

nonsense. 

"Keep up Jaken." he sneered out, kicking off into the air. Jaken yelped, scrambling up to cling to his Armor. He set loose a series of apologies but Sesshomaru drowned the sound out. His grip on Tenseiga tightened, Maybe my death will teach you that. 

Nothing would ever happen, not while he was around. But. If tragedy was to befall, if it truly was inevitable, his useless sword would finally come in handy. 

-̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾ -̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾ -̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾

My eyes felt like they had been sewen shut. Man, this was potentially the worst sleep I had ever gotten. My throat was dry and still kind of tasted like dirt, and my body ached like i had been thrown around until i was sore... which technically I was.

I tossed under the coarse bamboo mattress, the smell of the dying fire curling around the cottage. With the filtering sunlight, i could head the faint chirp of a morning bird outside. Everything about it was exactly like every other morning I had woken up to for the past 14 days. 

My chest tightened. My fingers reached for Mrutunjai's hilt, slipping over the cold metal. If I say I wasn't scared I'd be lying. The truth was that I just wanted to curl up under the mattress until the bad part was over. 

But i forced myself to move, Rin squirmed from the sudden movement.

One moment. I told myself. One chance. 

I wouldn't know when it would come, but death would dawn for me today and all i could do was wait for it. 

oh well.

-̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾ -̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾ -̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾

After last night's confrontation Sesshomaru and Jaken had both disappeared. 

I stretched my limbs out in the field, a stiff sort of pain ran along my muscles. To think what could be my last day would be more... 

But we had spent the morning lazily, sleeping in until it was too hot and we absolutely had to crawl out of the cottage.

Even now as Rin and I sprawled under the shade of the  grove, I felt lazy. My fingers reached for mrityunjay's hilt every few seconds. Just to remind myself that I was on a ticking clock. But the world around me was anything but anxious,  The air thick with the smell of ripe fruit, a lazy breeze played around us. The two of us had eaten the tangerines until we couldn't, and sunk down into the grass. 

Between the tangerine smell, i kept catching a whiff of a very strong odor. I groaned into my arm, "What the hell is that smell?" I asked, "Has the fruit gone bad?" 

Rin continued to peel another one beside me, her fingers sticky from the juice. "Its the smell of gosberries!" She babbled "Don't they smell amazing wei? now that its time for them to be ripe the entire forest would be full of them!" she said handing me a neatly peeled tangerine, 

The sickly sweet smell was making my head hurt, we didn't have gosberries in the east so i had no idea what that tasted like or what it was. But if they tasted anything like they smelled i was perfectly content never having any.  

"I see." I mumbled, 

"Can we go pick some?" she asked, 

"No!" I yelled. Rin's face fell and I instantly felt guilty for raising my voice, "I mean... I'm too full with all the tangerines," I managed, "we'll go get those gooberries later." 

"Gosberries." 

I waved my hand, "Yes that." 

There was no way I was taking Rin anywhere near the forest. Not when I knew certain death was coming. The sun was still high in the sky, it encased me with some relief, I had until the moon climbed up. And I could only hope Sesshomaru would be back by then. 

I hadn't so much as seen Sesshomaru after last night. Not that I blamed him. He already had a horrible ego, and after last night, I had pretty much squashed out any chance of building anything with that mutt.

Rin continued to say something about gooberry stuffed fish and i lidded my eyes. The sun hot on my face. I knew If I sat up, the sweat would have drenched my entire back.

But the breeze that swept in now and then was pleasant enough to make me surprisingly comfortable. It was a good day for such a terrible prophecy. 

Closing my eyes I could pretend I was back in the eastern lands, spending another lazy summer laying down in the crocus fields. Before my aunt Hathor found me and dragged me back home by my ear. 

I felt the pang of pain on my knuckles as I remembered that old bat. She used to hack her demon bone whip on my knuckles for any misbehaviour, sometimes until the flesh would cleave and I could see the bone. 

It had left scars across my hands I still had. I absently ran a finger over my knuckles, realising they were all smooth now. 

I wondered how they would react to my death. Even if they did find my body, no one would recognise me. Not that they would mourn me if they did.  

As much as my clan loved victory, they loved a bloody death even more. They would sing of them, embellishing tragic ends like they were the greatest achievements of a hero. 

I was taught to yearn for a death like that. There was only one goal, chase glory all your life and never stop, but when death does stop you, make it so that they sing about it for eons. 

I remembered my uncle ashtur, bot bellied with a spotted bald head. Nostrils flaring while he sang in his loud awful voice, his fingers slamming the traditional drums completely out of tune as he bellowed out verse after verse. 

It was quiet the show if you were unlucky enough to witness it. After his 4th bottle of ashfire, the next thing he would reach for was the drums of some unfortunate court musician. It would send the younger ones giggling palms pressed to their ears. the court musicians who's drums he had confiscated, would line up behind him waiting dutifully. Their arms crossed eyes pinned to their feet because no one in their right mind tells Warlord Ashur, sea boiler, ocean churner that he can't sing.

And my uncle sang the death song of some long lost cousin. 

the guts spewed out and the young lords entrails

went glopping down the throat of the whale.

man, I wouldn't even get a song. All of my past felt like a stranger's memory now. Incidents lived in a different life. Places, people, names, nothing that I could actually go back to. Nothing I could do other than just remember.

All the more reason to stay alive. 

I pulled my eyes open, "hey Rin, have you ever heard about this whale yokai in the east?" 

The silence that met the end of my sentence made me arc my neck towards her. was she sad about the gooberries? 

"Rin?" I called out again. 

The tangerine peels were scattered where she was moments ago. I blinked, sitting up. The wind made waves in the grass, the world around me as unsuspecting as it had been all morning. The horrid gosberry smell wafted around me as i felt the panic curl in my gut. In a breath, I picked mrutyunjai off the ground and dashed towards the forest. 

-̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾ -̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾ -̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾

The forest grove was heavy with the smell of ripe fruit, the tall Gos fruit trees swaying in a lazy breeze. the fucking gosberries smelled so bad, overly sweet, littering the forest trail in ugly splashes of orange. The shrubs were heavy with them, so many had over-ripened and dropped to the ground, their fuzzy skin ripped open with decay. 

I ran through the striped barks as fast as I could, eyes scanning for even a glimpse of that child. The forest path was muddy, soft soil sinking under my feet.   She just had to run away now. My heart hammered, sides cramping but I dared not stop.

This was bad. This was very very very bad.

I ran further into the forest, the canopy getting thicker with every step.

When the fuck did Rin get this defiant? who taught her that? scratch that, How did she even run this fast? I must have missed her for only a few minutes, how did-

My eye finally caught sight of her ribbon, sticking out like a curious robin on a branch. Blood roared in my ears as I paused. Eyes stilling on the worn kimono, too big for her frame, yellow and brown checks in all that green. Stupid. I thundered towards the undergrowth, anger rising until I could taste it in my mouth. Naive, careless, STUPID child.

calm down. 

But my flaring anger drowned out any logical thought.  

She didn't know.

I yanked her up by the collar of her kimono, "Rin!" I cried out, anger raging forward, only flaring more as she turned towards me unsuspectingly. She dropped her basket in surprise, the murky orange gosberries spilling at our feet. I shook her by her shoulders,

"What were you thinking????" I yelled out.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I demanded, my voice still high.

Rin's mouth sagged, genuine shock flashed in her eyes,

"i thought-m I though" she gulped in a breath, trying to talk. 

My legs felt like jelly as the adrenaline rush faded, i felt myself drop to my knees. It drained my anger, leaving behind relief and guilt. My fingers dug into her wiry arms, forcing her to look at me, "You must- never." I tried, my voice breaking as I steadied her, "No matter what, you cannot wander away like that Rin." I said, unable to keep my emotions at bay anymore. She had scared me. She had really, really scared me. "I might not be there next time-"

"Why do you talk like that?" she finally said, I watched her clench her fists as for the first time frustration pooled into her voice.

The reaction made me falter, Rin looked back with a stubbornness i hadn't seen before, "Why do you always talk like you're going to leave us again?"

Her words rang through the forest, stunning me into silence. My grip on her arms loosened, all I wanted was for her to not carry that weight. Wei's loss had gutted me when I had dozens of Ayakashi years on me. How do you weigh that loss in fleeting human years, gone in a blink? They must have to grieve all their lives.

I pursed my lips, "I'm sorry." I said finally. 

I put a hand on her shoulder, "let's just go back and-." 

There was a hiss, like fabric fizzing under acid. 

The arrow that sizzled past us, lodged itself in the gos tree bark. The sound of it cutting through the air still rang between us as the other one sliced through my wrist. 

The world around me slowed, I watched as Rin's eyes widened. Now slick with blood, my hand on her shoulder slipped and within a fraction of a second, both of us lurched backwards.

Everything slowed, growing hazy as if I was trying to remember a distant dream. I felt my breath grow hot under the sun, my heart hammering weakly in my chest.

Wait, wait. wait.

I watched Rin's face mirror mine as she spun to see what had happened. I tried to follow her gaze, my reaction painfully slow. Maybe it was just the realization that made me stumble. Maybe it was the poison-tipped arrow.

This wasn't promised. not now, please, not like this.

The sweet sap of the gosberies still waffled in the air.

"I told you not to shoot that close to the face didn't i?" a gruff voice called out.

He swatted the young boy holding the bow, "You'll fucking cost us 15 silvers on the price if you scar the face." He screeched at him. 

three men. 

one armed. One-

"WEI" Rin scream out as one of them dragged her back by her ankle. My vision hazed so badly that I could only piece together broken fragments. The colours of the forest bled into one another and i tried to reach out for her, but a strong grip yanked me back by my braid.

The sun was still high. The pain made me scream out. I was promised until the moon was out.

The one holding me up by the hair, was burly, with ugly stubby fingers, his grip painfully hard. And definitely illiterate enough to not know that you shouldn't go after someone who has a sword.

The burly one continued to yank up my hair, "how much would we get for this one? has a full set of teeth, that ought to be something-"

I pulled out Mrutunjai, spinning it up in a practiced arc. The swing wasn't powerful enough to gut him, but my sword sliced into his stomach. Not deadly enough to stop him, but it instantly loosened his grip on my hair. I pulled free of him and stumbled onto my feet. At once the world around me spun, my vision so blurry i could only make out silhouettes. This was too much. My body... this human body was shutting down. 

"fucking hell she stabbed me!" Grabbing the wound on his stomach, the burly man pulled out his own short-sword. My grip on Mrutyunjai's hilt felt weak.

I had put it through too much. It wanted the rest it was promised in 14 moons, but i couldn't. Not like this. The tendons in my arms felt as if they were about to snap, the blood-slick hilt of my sword slipping. I grit my teeth, legs shaking violently from the exhaustion, No. I will not allow myself that moment of weakness, I can't.

I was the demi-god of the east, i was born from hellfire, I had taken down armies I could h-

But I wasn't her... The realization struck me for the first time.

I wasn't some demi god with a great destiny. Not anymore. He charged angrily, he way he wielded his sword was too unsophisticated, amateurish. But i still wouldn't win. I pulled mrutunjai forward, the sword weighing me down. The tip of my sword hung low, and it was taking all of my strength to keep it from touching the ground. 

I was just Wei. Bony, ugly, mortal, weak. I thought, as i dodged through his haphazard attacks. The forgettable mountain girl that bleeds when she's cut and can't even lift up her own sword.

I had fought and fought and fought in this world like I still had my immortality. But I had finally worn it out. The man huffed angrily everytime he bought his sword down, my reactions were so sloppy that the ragged tip of his short sword kept snagging into my skin. I felt little bit like the boar i had killed.

Great beast slain in sport, great beast slain in leisure. Goddess of the moon, i prayed bitterly, is this your will?

This time when he raised the sword i saw the sunlight glow on the blade, in that moment i knew he wouldn't miss and I pulled up mrutyunjai with all my strength, the swords clanged together with a deafening sound, it rang through the grove, humming through my body and the forest around me fell completely silent.

The man's face was still contorted. Stuck mid-way in a scowl, the sword still raised in the air but unmoving. The moment that would have altered my destiny was as mundane as I was. No special power, no lighting falling from the heavens. There was nothing miraculous about the small opening in the undergrowth.

There it was, plain as day.

The chance mocked me so blatantly, that I could hardly believe it. This was the chance she gave me? The unyielding, all-powerful goddess of the moon, was asking me to run. A silent buzz rang in my ear,

if i take this chance... if i dash forward into the undergrowth...

They will not follow you, daughter of the hills, said the forest. 

Run now and break free, said the sky. 

the goddess herself granted you this.

choose it, said fate. 

Take it and you live, 

restored to your past glory, take it and you get your flames, 

take it -

"WEI!" The sound of Rin's cry cut through the strange magic. I spun around to find her as the buzzing stopped and time flowed around me again. The burly man's sword swished down inches from my body and i aimed mrutunjai for his gut again. The blood splurged out as i cut out the wound deeper. That should keep him down.

The man holding her was still up ahead. Rin tried ferociously to wring away from his grip but he held on to her fast.

-̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾Why did you do it Wei? I had asked her.-̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾

The moment stood there for a millisecond as i made up my mind, a flap of a butterfly's wing and it was gone, dooming me to the original end of Manana's prophecy.

I could almost hear the gears of time shifting, clicking as I dashed past the undergrowth. The original prophecy grounding itself, rearranging my stars.

Damn my flames. 

Damn my life. 

Damn the fucking chance to alter fate.

Nothing matters if she doesn't live.

-̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾ When you knew what you happen to you? -̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾

The one standing between me and Rin was the young boy. His skinny frame trembling as he tried to steady his bow and arrow. The arrow pointed at me as the burly one continued to howl with pain in the background. The smell of his blood and insides hung heavy with the gosberries. The bow string was drawn gaunt but the boy looked frozen with fear, wide eyes bewildered, still pinned on burly guy i had just cut open. 

"SHOOT HER YOU FUCKING IDIOT." The man holding Rin screamed,  The boy's jaw quivered as he shut his eyes. Oh no.

He jumped reactionarily, releasing the arrow while his eyes were still shut close. Thankfully, that's the only reason i managed to dodge it. 

My movement was still so slow that the side of the arrow grated my face, cutting open my cheek. To dodge it i had to drop mrutunjai, but it didn't fucking matter, not anymore. My sword was nothing but an albatross hanging around my neck right now. 

The boy barely registered the blow as i slammed into him, the arrows strapped to his back spilled out around us. 

The impact knocked him off his feet. I dove for an arrowhead as his fingers dug into my shin, trying to drag me back but I kicked him off. 

The man holding Rin was equally horrified, i pointed the arrowhead at him and arched it up like a knife. The sharp arrow tore through the flesh on his hand easily. He let out a harrowing scream as the blood splattered everywhere. It rained down on us, the splatter blinding me as well, but Rin managed to wring away from his grip. He howled out from the pain screaming profanities as he stumbled back, other hand pulling at the arrowhead lodged in his wrist. 

Rin slipped from his grasp and I grabbed her by the shoulders. Her face hazed in my vision, intelligent eyes wide from the shock. 

 "Run." I mouthed to her, a singular thought echoed between us, "find him. Get Sesshomaru." Her mouth opened to argue and i gave her a knowing smile, 

"I'll be right behind." 

The silent look of determination she gave me told me that she would make it, that she would run until the grove opened into the clear sky, not stopping until she did find him. 

But it would be too late by then.

The man's eyes widened, "No you don't!" he turned to sprint behind her but I dove forward again, pulling him back, with a chokehold, pinning him down into the earth. His grimy fingers tried to grab onto her collar, but slick from all the blood they slipped. 

The bamboo sandal flew in the air as she almost tripped trying to make the run. The soft earth sinking under her weight. time slowed again as i watched her dash. Maybe it was poison, or the prophecy finally coming to its end, but as she ran, I saw the trees around her contorted, pulling her farther and farther away with every moment. 

Pull them down, until the checked kimono is swallowed by the undergrowth. Hold the line, until I can't hear the hasty steps anymore. 

Rin's figure disappeared and my grip faltered. Before i could get back on my feet, one of themtossed me off like I weighted nothing. i heard the crunch as i landed on my side. I groaned into the soft earth, my hands shaking as i tried to lift up my torso. 

move. I told my body. 

But she was too tired. And now that the one thing that was keeping her standing was comfortably away... 

My palms skid on mud underneath them. 

-̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾Why did you run out there Wei ? I had asked her. Against a dying flame, within the walls of a moss covered shrine. -̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾

-̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾She had answered strangely, words in a language I knew, but their meaning completely alien. -̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾

"NO you idiot don't!" one of them yelled alarmingly, but I just couldn't tell who was who anymore. The world around me had continued to grow darker and just like that, the first blow cut through my shoulder. 

I knew by the touch of the blade that he had picked up my sword. 

when I realised what will happen to the child, it was like my body acted on its own.

I realised the goddess had indeed kept her word. I had begged her to make sure he wouldn't get my flames, to do anything so that he can't carve out my heart. And with her divine cruelty, the goddess of the moon made sure Mrutyunjai drove through my heart. 

-̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾ I'd do the same a hundred times over.-̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾

My sword was as ruthless as always. It dug through my skin, tearing through my flesh until the tip lodged into the bark of a tree behind me. I felt the bark of the tree press against my back, the warm blood dribbling down my chin, the bitter coldness of my sword as it charred into my heart. He tried to drive it out, tear it through me again, but mrutunjai was too stubborn. My heart clamped around the blade, pinning me to the tree.

"Where's the child?" someone cried out overhead. 

"Escaped." someone grumbled out. The voice came out grumbled until they drowned out completely.

-̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾ I'd have no regrets.-̶̨̛͍̣-̶͚̟̲̫̤̈̇̾

The voice blurred into the song of the forest spirits. For a moment I wished there was more pain, something so horrifying that it would have seared its memory into my soul. So that i could have carried the scars of my mortal life, the feeling of being alive, into the afterlife. But there was just... nothing. My breath just continued to sink lower and lower in my chest. The ancient voices of the strange forest spirit sang around me in the language of the old, greeting death like an old friend. 

The sun felt warm on my face, as i pulled my face up to look at the sunlight filtering through the canopy. 

I could have laughed at the realisation.  

I finally understand Wei, i thought. I finally do.

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Sesshomaru smelled the blood before he saw the corpse.

Rin had looked hysterical, her checked kimono was soiled in blood. But none of it was her's. She pointed towards the grove haphazardly, tripping over her words. Jaken had run to her side at once, trying to coerce a straight answer. Sesshomaru felt the world around him slow. 

What in the world?

It smelled Sap sweet, curling around in the humid evening air. Human blood. There was so much he could taste it. He knew in that moment that she hadn't survived. 

He found her against the bark of a tree. The corpse was bathed in the evening sun, as it filtered through the canopy, washing her body in a pattern of leaves. The wind teased the strands of hair that had escaped her bun. Their lazy movement a contrast to the cold stillness of the body.

Sesshomaru found himself rooted to his spot. Behind him Jaken coaxed Rin's soft sobs.

There weren't many things that unnerved the daiyokai of the east. But this visual before him, chilled him to the bone. The girl wore a smile, kind and soft. Like she was smiling at him through her lidded eyes, as if they had shared a secret.

She had died.

Her own sword impaled through her chest, pinning her to the bark of the tree.

Like every human before her.

He had seen human's die before. He had greeted death in passing far too many times. But... this was...

It was all quiet, too quiet. The thump of her raging sword gone with her. 

Why was it so hard for him to turn away?

Tenseiga trembled in his hands, he gripped the hilt hard, fangs slipping out from the frustration. He couldn't understand why he was feeling this way. It wasn't rage, it wasn't sadness, just- this absence that threatened to bring him to his knees and scream.

"L-lord Sesshomaru." Rin stuttered. "please, please bring her back."

Sesshomaru pulled out tenseiga wordlessly, this curious mountain girl was always too much trouble. Then why does her lifeless corpse make something move inside you?

He growled at his own thoughts. Slender fingers coiling around the hilt of the sword, just wake up and let me see that gaze again, He thought. The anger, the grin of a woman that should have been born with fangs. He held the tip of the sword over her chest and waited.

There was a nervous stillness in him he had never felt before. He waited for the green yokai to appear and carry her soul. All he had to do was slice through the yokai and it would bring her back that easily. that was the one use of this pathetic sword, that was the one thing he could do. 

The Daiyokai of the west held the blade ready, pointed towards her body, waiting for the minions of the afterlife to show themselves.

But there was nothing.

The corpse looked hallowed out already, a broken shell no longer of any use. Empty like nothing ever lived through it. 

no.

The tremble in Rin's voice, rang in his bones, "What's wrong?" she choked, "please.. p-please Lord S-Sesshomaru, just bring her back, you can bring her back, right?"

It was him, he was trembling.

it had failed him again. When it mattered the most it had failed. He had failed.

"how could this happen?" Jaken whispered out.

Rin dropped to her knees behind him, "i-if i hadn't run into the grove-" she sobbed out, her voice strained and tired, "if only i had-" she tried again but the words died in her mouth.

if only i had stayed.

what did it matter now? What he had feared had come true, the human girl had stayed too long and now after her death they were left gathering her bones. He was left alone, haunted by the life he so miserably couldn't protect. Wretched, cursed was this night of the blood moon.

Sesshomaru turned around, unable to keep his gaze on the corpse, "There's nothing to be done" He announced, "Let us leave then."

Jaken stilled, "B-but Lord Sesshomaru, we can't just-"

Sesshomaru bared his fangs and Jaken shut up at once. "We leave."

"no." Rin said, hurt flashing in her eyes. Jaken's jaw dropped. Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed, something like shock flooding his senses, this was the first time she had interjected him... ever.

"no?" he asked, venom slipping into his tone.

Rin's didn't falter one bit. "I want to give her a burial." She stated. Sesshomaru, stared at her defiance, unwavering, brazen and arrogant.

Looks like the mountain girl left her marks. The voice said. He growled at it's unwelcome comment. His amber eyes snapped back to Rin, "Do whatever you want." He said turning around, he stomped out of the grove, half hoping that Rin would apologise quickly and run after him. But he didn't hear a single footstep.

Now, you're bit of a fool aren't you, great daiyokai of the west? Sesshomaru pressed the budding voice in his mind. He didn't like the voices of the dead ringing in his head. But then again, the mountain girl was never the kind to shut up.

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LORD this chapter was so heavy to write, smol pat on my back for powering through.

Ofcourse this isn't the end of the story, but i'm wonder what ya'll think will happen next heheh. THANKYOU FOR READING! XOXOXO

Tags @misspendragonsworld because you asked for the tag! <3333

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Daddy? sorry. Daddy? sorry. Daddy-

[thedarkheretic156]

Wei 90% of the time.

This sem has been crazyyy, I have procrastinated on this account so lethargically it's embarrassing. I was on the plane back to the uk when i ended up sketching a morbidly exasperated Wei lmao. Kinda feeling the exact same atm

[thedarkheretic156]

VIII Eternal Flame VIII

The final moon before the feast dawns on the young demigod, and with it, it's threatening consequences.

Parts: ❧ I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX❧

Warnings: Fem Afab reader, she/her pronouns. Angst, mentions of death, violence, slight nsfw (if you squint).

Even as a child, I remembered how the fire dancers in the east would tell stories of the old. Their fires in hues I had never seen before. Deep crimsons and pale yellows with greens that rivalled rain forests. That was the first time I realised that every flame was different. 

The dancers moved and their long braids swished around them, their movements sharp and lithe, not missing a beat. Fire dancing was an old tradition, performed every year, one night before the feast of manana. It was called the ceremony of the Khar-moon, the incomplete moon.

It was less a form of entertainment and more of a ritual, a portrayal of faith towards the Goddess. They said that the performers practiced all year long just for those few minutes on stage. And it never failed to take my breath away, twirling on the stage, aglow with the torches behind them, the dancers looked like flames personified.

This year, I knew the story well. It was the same boring text my aunt had grated into my brain. She would even sit me down and make me recite it over and over, until the words clouded my thought the moment, I closed my eyes. So, it wasn’t surprising that I recognised it at once. They were telling the tale of ‘the hearth’. The beginning of all life. Or what we understood of it. 

The dancer dressed as the hearth was in silver and orange, their eyes lidded, a beacon of peace and tranquillity. The music fanned, low and rhythmic as the singer began the first song.  Their clear voice rang out, rippling through the crowd.

My palms sunk into the grass as I leaned forward eagerly. My aunt swatted my ankle, “sit properly!" but the swelling music drowned out her voice.

They sang of how every fire was born from the Hearth. Each eventually taking different forms. Dancers dressed in gold twirled around the Hearth. The fire of the stove, I recognised. Gold bangles glittered around their wrists as they moved, calling fire that looked like molten gold, its flames docile and controlled.

The music shifted suddenly, becoming faster, louder just as a dancer in scarlet jumped high from between them, red flames curling around their wrists. The flame that lights the torch for war.

All the flames gathered around the hearth and bowed deeply. Paying respect to the one that birthed them. And that’s the end of the story, I thought.

“Can we leave, father? -” I started and my aunt hissed me into silence. I furrowed my brow; was there more?

It was then that another dancer jumped up front, my heart jumped at the sudden action. Their clothes were blue, flowing around them like water, replicating the shades that flickered within my flames.

It was a harsh contrast to the others dressed in shades saffron. A stranger, an anomaly.

I remembered feeling a pit in my stomach, the curiosity I had for the play suddenly dissipating like someone had put out a candle.

My flames were blue.

And I wasn’t told this part of the story.

It did not bow to the hearth, the dancer flicked their blue robes arrogantly, the fabric rising like the audacious plume of a peacock. I gulped nervously as my aunt finally pulled me back on the seat. I heard her mutter sharply but my father shushed her down,

"Leave her be Hathor." He grumbled.

I felt my breath shallow. As the head clan, I sat with my family at the very front. Placed closest to the stage, second only to the Gods. It was the highest honour, something to wear with pride, yet I wanted to crawl away. I couldn’t help but curl my fist around my father’s robes in anticipation. While every eye was on the performer, I was the one who felt the burn of their gaze.

The blue flame was different. I was told I was born with divinity. But there was nothing divine about this flame Without a shred of warmth, something born in hell, far away from the fire of a hearth.

The flames that dance on a pyre.

An immortal bound in death.

Even now, years later, as I stared at the Khar-moon high in the sky I couldn’t help but remember the performance, the fire dancers, and the pit in my stomach.

One night before the feast of manana.

I tore my eyes away from the moon, no point in brooding over that now. I looked over at Sesshomaru and he was already halfway down the hill. Prideful steps, not even bothering to look over his shoulder. So, it had taken him about 4 seconds before he went back to his mutt like ways.

I shook my head, gathering the hem of my kimono so I wouldn’t trip and land on his head. Rin and Jaken could be anywhere down the mountain. And it was about time I greeted them.

❧ 

“It’s a human village.” I realised, “We’re staying here?” I asked, genuinely surprised. Sesshomaru and his disgust towards humans was more than apparent, why in the world would he set camp in a human village?

His eyes looked back as I trotted up to him. In the darkness of the night, it was hard to tell, but there something haunting about this place. I pulled my eyes towards the village again. There was a morbid silence that coveted the landscape. The small bamboo knit cottages looked empty, abandoned. Like a painting standing still before us, there was nothing alive in this village.

“It’s been deserted…” I stated. A strange nervousness settled in me,

“Humans.” He said, his voice basically a pained sigh, “cowardly creatures.” 

I started back at him in horror, what kind of a person thinks a deserted human village is a good resting spot? Even I knew that humans emptying out entire villages was bad news. And not just the ayakashi kind, the apocalyptic prophecy kind.

“It better not be plagued.” I tell him,

Sesshomaru just scoffed in response, “Try and keep up.” He replied, “I won’t come searching for you a second time.”

I gave him a sarcastic smile before starting to walk.

A singular fire burned in the still landscape, like a dying ember. Despite everything that had happened in this short period, I had always found myself back here. Maybe it was suiting that I spend my last night with them. The khar moon was already high in the sky, and I could feel the exhaustion of the travel weigh down on my shoulders. I dragged my feet down, trying to push unnecessary thoughts away. Spending your last night in a plagued town. I thought, how poetic.

❧ 

Jaken cried more than Rin. Which was surprising.

“W-what a r-relief.” Jaken sobbed out loudly, I looked over at the goblin grinning, “You did miss me how cute.”

Rin ran into an embrace, her wiry arms clutching onto my kimono like she was afraid to let go again. There wasn’t anything childlike in the way she cried, no angry tears, no broken sobs, just silent tears of relief. I stood frozen in my place, just…unsure. My arms felt like lead, and in that moment despite how glad I was to see the human child alive I couldn’t make myself show it.

Something tugged at my heart, but I pushed it aside at once.

Humans are delicate creatures. Death comes to them swiftly, whisking them away like they never existed. Befriend them and you live on with their ghosts.

I patted her head awkwardly, “Hey it’s okay.” I said. “I’m okay.”

The child pulled away reluctantly, she nodded wiping a runny nose with the back of her hand, “are you s-sure?” she sobbed out.

I stepped back so I could give her a turn, “All good, see?”

Rin gave me a skeptical look, “You don’t look very good.” She replied.

I threw back my head and laughed, my voice ringing out in the midnight sky. I looked down at the kimono I was wearing. It was one of Sango’s pink ones, and I had really put it through hell and back. “Do you have a spare?” I asked jokingly.

Rin peeked a smile watching me laugh, a sense of relief rushing to her face. “Follow me!” she chirped, the old self I knew slipping back. I grinned at the little skip in her step as she sprinting down towards the cottage. “It’s the one behind the big tree!” she said giddily, pointing towards a bamboo knit cottage. I grabbed the hem of my kimono, not realising the easy smile lacing my lips and ran after her.

❧ 

Jaken patted down his own tears, “I’m so glad you found her Lord Sesshomaru!” He said, “Rin must be so relieved now.”

Sesshomaru grunted in response, watching the human child skip towards the cottage and the woman clutching on to the all too big kimono to keep up with her. The two of them laughed, bare feet skidding on the dew-covered grass. A human world of their own.

It had been less than a month since the strange woman had appeared, Sesshomaru shook his head, he had saved her. He assured himself. Returned her safely, yet the daiyokai couldn’t seem to quiet his thoughts. The haunting stories of the infamous blood moon somehow sneaking up on him, ringing constantly at the back of his mind.

He tossed his hair over his shoulder, turning away. Once the wretched crimson moon had passed us, he thought, It’ll be quiet again.

❧ 

Rin grinned wide, stretching out her hands to show all the space we suddenly had. This cottage was way better than any we had come across before. With all the travelling and avoiding humans, there was hardly any liveable spaces to begin with. Much less an entire village. Rin dug into one the chests in the cottage pulling out spare clothes, they had even left clothes behind. 

This place… its like the humans had just randomly disappeared into thin air. They had left everything behind. Clothes, pots of grains and rice, children’s toys scattered on the grass like they had disappeared while playing.

I jumped as Jaken snored loudly in the background. This sound I had not missed.

Rin giggled at my expression, “Master Jaken couldn’t sleep at all, while you weren’t here.”

“That’s…” I started, “Surprising.” 

I took the new kimono Rin had offered me, finally pulled off Sango’s borrowed one I had on. Man I had really put these poor clothes through the apocalypse. Every time I got a new one, I’d just get attacked by something or the other.

Rin’s eyes pinned on the bandages, wide with worry,

She opened her mouth but the words seemed to hang in her throat.

“Someone very skilled helped me with it.” I assured her, although I didn’t know if kagome’s grass medicine could be categorized as very skilled, it had saved my life like it was ambrosia of the Gods. 

Naraku’s poison had quite literally charred through my skin, clumped out the flesh. Nothing I hadn’t seen before, but this mortal body didn’t heal the way my ayakashi one did.

“Does it still hurt?” she asked timidly.

“No.” I lied. 

Her thumbs fiddled with the hem of the checkered fabric, “Who was the woman that attacked us?”

“Does it matter?” I asked. “We run into ayakashi all the time.” I said, She was so young. I thought, at her age all I cared about was chasing fire birds and setting yokai on fire. She shouldn’t feel the need to carry that much.

“This one unfortunately was the bad kind, that’s all” I tried to convince her, the lesser she knew about all this mess the better.

Rin’s face fell regardless, 

What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I just thought…” Her voice wavered, lower lip quivering as she pulled on a brave façade, “I thought you got hurt.” She completed finally.

I turned on my side to look at her. Her eyes looked glassy from the tears, the runny nose and ears red from the cold, bony elbows sticking out of the blanket and a swelling mosquito bite on her cheek.

“No one would tell me what happened.” she said quietly. “Then Lord Sesshomaru left too, and I just had to wait here.” She completed.

Sudden anger flared in me, after everything she had witnessed, all he did was take off without a word? At least I was trying to make up lies.

“But it wasn’t just that.”  Rin replied, cheeks puffed from trying not to cry, “It was that other thing.”

I turned my head towards her, “What do you mean?”

Rin’s face paled, uncertainty flickering in her eyes, “I don’t know what it was.” She started,

And I felt my heart drop. “I-, I think I saw something when we met that woman in the forest.”

“It wasn’t her, it felt darker,” her voice quivered, “Meaner, like there was something more than just the lady before us.”

She gulped, eyes glazing as she tried to remember, “It was all around her looming over the forest, like a spider made of shadows,” she said softly. 

I felt myself holding my breath.

“It’s like I could feel how-” Tears welled up in her eyes again, “Wei, it wanted to hurt you so badly.” She croaked out.

Something bitter curled in my mouth,

Rin shook her head, her voice got very low, “I don’t even know if it was real, or I’m going crazy.”

She sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, “but I know what I felt. I know it, even though I couldn’t see” her brow knitted in frustration, “And even though master Jaken said it was in my head.” her eyes finally met mine, she shuddered, “Am I crazy?”

I stared at her, out of all the things I thought she would have to say…

“You’re not crazy.” I told her, knowing that I should probably just agree with Jaken and tell her she dreamed it. Keeping her away from all of this mess was the best mercy I could grant her. And yet I couldn’t make myself lie to her. At the end of it she deserved to know the danger before us, something we would soon be facing down whether I like it or not.

“The spider…” my voice trailed, how much of everything do I even tell her. “He exists.” I confirmed.

Just the memory made the scars on my chest sting, “and he did want to hurt me.”

I pulled my eyes to the shadows on the hay roof of the cottage, dancing in the dark like the curling legs of the spider. His strength had completely caught me off guard and the helplessness I had felt in his clutches still haunted me. I hated to admit it but the thought that I would probably be dead before I see him again was relieving.

“Why?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

I shook my head, “What matters is that he couldn’t.” But he will try again and again. If he wants hellfire then I’m his only link to it. I pursed my lips,

Rin’s silence rang of hesitation.

“Lord Sesshomaru can protect us from him.” She finally said, trying to sound dutiful.

“Yeah.” I mimed out absently. Honestly I’d like to think that too. Sesshomaru hadn’t ever shown me the extent of his powers, But if Inuyasha and the others don’t stop him from mining that ore, maybe even the daiyokai of the east won’t be able to stop him.

“Could you sense him too?” she asked hopefully, “The way I did?”

I shook my head, “Not really.”

Thinking back to the encounter, my reaction was purely instinctual, I hadn’t even noticed naraku’s powers until after I was already in his void. It wasn’t uncommon for humas to see demons. But it was nearly impossible for them to sense their magic. And Rin had seen naraku’s miasma even before he had shown up.

My heart felt heavy, now the coincidences were getting too cruel.

“But,” I started, my mouth felt like sandpaper, “There are some humans who can see and sense more than others.” I told her.

In the east we called it the gift of Manana, blessed by the moon with the power of premonition. Someone who could see terrible things before they actually happened. Wei, the real Wei, had the same powers.

I gave her a pained smile, “Just think of it as a gift.”

Rin looked horrified, “I don’t want it.” She croaked out. “I don’t ever want to see anything like that again.”

“It’s not all too bad.” I replied, “I knew someone who had a similar ability. She could sense things, before they actually happened.”

Not that it prevented her death, I thought bitterly.

“So, I can learn how to control it?” Rin asked.

Wei had learned to control it, I remembered. It was painted in my mind like an ink scroll painting.

Her eyes lidded as she sat before the fire, and her face crinkling as I broke her meditation. She would hiss out of frustration when I continued to egg her on, her leaf green eyes opening wide, “even the toddlers in the village know better, y/n, Toddlers!”

I averted my eyes painfully, “I guess you can.”

Rin flexed her fingers as if expecting the magic to show up on her palms, “How do I do that?”

“I don’t know.” I replied quickly, pushing away the torrent of emotions that often-accompanied Wei’s memories.

“Maybe you could ask your friend.”

“No.” I replied sharply.

I can’t ask her. Not anymore.

They would have gotten along. I had realised that the moment I had met Rin. wet tears slipped down my cheekbones sliding over the shell of my ears.

"Wei are you crying?" Rin's sleep heavy voice called out,

I felt my vision grow cloudy. 

"No." I sniffled.

Rin hand threw an arm over my torso, "it's okay" the child mumbled, "I missed you too."

“You say you wouldn’t do that for anyone.” She had sniggered, twirling the scared bells around before bonking it on my head,

I pushed her hand away angrily and she had laughed, “But I bet you’d do that for me.”

I sat up suddenly. 

“Where are you going?” Rin asked,

“Go to sleep.” I told her, I ran a hand along the nape of my neck, it was drenched in sweat. The cottage was too warm, and my mind was too heavy with the thoughts. I pulled my hair up in a knot. It was my last night before my death, and I didn’t want to spend it under a covered roof.

❧

The spring looked prettier than usual, but it didn’t help that the water in it was biting cold.

I groaned as I lowered myself in the spring slowly. With the full moon on the morrow, there was no scarcity of moonlight. A view like that would have enchanted anyone, mortal or not. I sank into the numbing cold water, my fingers trailing over my arm absently. This body the curse had put me in had only started to feel like mine. It was brittle and lanky, so weak I dared not test its limits. But I had surprised myself with everything it did withstand.

Maybe it wasn’t that easy to kill humans after all.

With everything I had survived, I wondered how exactly death would come for me under the moon tomorrow. I let my head roll back in thought. I didn’t even have the capacity to think how I was to die tomorrow. I took in a deep breath pulling myself under the surface.

It felt calm underwater, the water cancelled out the sounds of the forest. God, what would I give to fall asleep under the surface just like this. This would be a nice death, like you’re drifting away to sleep. It would be a sad death; they probably wont even sing of me in the east. I stayed under water until my lungs screamed for air, eventually bopping my head up over the surface.

“human.”

His sight just left me frozen,

What the actual fuck was he doing here now.

It was a little pathetic how much I ogled him as he lowered himself into the spring slowly.

His body was that of a warrior, honed over the years, stripped with scars, some fading some brazen. I couldn’t imagine how many stories he had to tell about just the scars on his arms.

I tried to keep my eyes on his torso, trying not to dip any lower than the magenta marks around his waist.

But while the chilly mist rising from the spring was thick, it was not opaque enough. His shamelessness in my presence was surprising, but then again, he probably thought of me like a bug. Who covers themselves in front of insects?

Even in the hot spring, he settled down like a king on a throne. His silver hair pooled around him like molten starlight. With the damp hair matted across his forehead, and the slitted amber eyes peeking through the bangs, he looked every bit the god they painted him in the folk tales.

I averted my eyes awkwardly, heat rushing to my face. My body remembering the time he had actually let his reatsu out after we had hunted the boar. The way it had crawled over my senses, overwhelming me until I could feel it in the back of my throat- stop it. I screamed at myself, pressing my thighs together.

“What are you doing here?!” I snapped at him. Even after being in a human body my demon instinct still persisted and I did not have the time to deal with how badly my ayakashi-self wanted to ride him.

“Your scars.” He stated casually,

I looked down finally realising that I was also naked before him. I gulped, “urm, yes.” I replied awkwardly. In the moonlight it looked even worse than it actually was.

“It’s still poisoned.” He stated. “I can still smell his miasma off of you.”

I winced as he said that, brushing my fingers over the wounds. I had been afraid of that being the case, even without my ayakashi senses, I could feel the poison in the wounds, keeping them from healing properly. Remanets of his disgusting magic that have permanently branded themselves on my body.

“It will only fade in his death.” I sighed, a miasma like that is connected to an ayakashi’s soul.  

“You won’t have to wait too long for that.” He replied.

I felt very cold, “What do you mean?” I whispered out.

His voice sent chills ran down my spine. “Isn’t it obvious?” he snarled out, “I am going to seek out the spider.”

My jaw slacked, “what do you mean seek him out?”

His eyes flicked towards me, already annoyed, “Do you think I’m a coward that sits back silently, Human?” he growled,

I shook my head, “You cannot defeat him.”

He snarled in reply, the sound making the hair on my arms stand.

“Not another word-” He growled out.

I felt a lump in my throat as his amber eyes narrowed, they were truly a beautiful colour, I forced myself to think clearly, “You don’t know what he’s capable of.” I told him.

Sesshomaru grunted, “How strong he seemed to a human like you is irrelevant.” He replied, “To so much so as look at someone under my protection was a death sentence.”

“He will pay for this insolence towards me. For even thinking of challenging me. For a spider like that to do this…” he growled out, “How humiliating.”

What stung my heart was how familiar it all was. His words, ego masquerading as nobility. How selfish the words truly sounded.

It sounded like me.

“To you?” I scoffed out, my voice low.

“I am standing here and I can fucking feel what he did to my body.” I told him, the scars, the phantom pain, the fear will never wash away. “And you have the audacity to talk about how he slighted you?”

My breathing was heavy and angry. “Because that’s what it is, isn’t it?” I said, “you’re just worried about what the world will think of you, the great daiyokai bested by a spider.”

Tears pricked at my eyes, “She used to tell me revenge is selfish, and I… I just couldn’t understand her.” I mumbled out.

My shoulders slumped; I am a fool.

All my fucking life, I had created an idea of myself. The great demigod, a ruthless warrior, and I had truly believed I was meant to live that life. But in the end, it had all been so meaningless. What had that gotten me? I had lived through my immortal life haunted by Wei’s voice, buried under the weight of her death. Tortured by just the thoughts of all that could have been. The whole truth shattered around me into a million pieces. 

I buried my face in my fingers, my legs going very weak.

“What I thought would give her peace, was truly just a step I took for myself. I should have pressed that ego down. I should have stayed with her, somewhere I knew it was what my heart wanted. But I was scared that the act would be called too cowardly.”

“I failed her.” I completed. “I failed her in every way.”

The taunting voices in my head were dead silent.

“Tell me Sesshomaru.” I asked him, “Do you wish to kill him because by attacking me he questioned your authority? That you felt emasculated that someone under your protection was taken from right under your nose. Or is it truly because you wish to bring someone justice?”

He stared at me silently as I continued.

“There’s a difference, you know. A difference I just realised existed.” I shook my head, giving out a dry laugh.

“One you do for your own ego, to put someone who has defied you in their place. To tell the world that you aren’t the coward. The second…” my voice trailed away. Why hadn’t I understood such a simple thing when she was alive?

“What of the second, human?” he hissed out.

I looked up at the daiyokai sadly, “The second you do out of love.”

He actually laughed, which I soon realised was a lot more horrifying than his poker face.

He turned his head away, “It’s this trait of you humans that I cannot understand. You worry too much about your fragile lives, it’s foolish, weak.” 

I frowned, my own anger bubbling up to the surface.

“Not only that, you begged me to abandon you to save her.” He continued.

His amber eyes slitted, the mountains around us seemed to shift, “you are fooled if you think you’re not weak.”

 He’s exactly like me.

Rein in your temper daughter of the hills, the voices sang,

But you can’t put out fires from hell.

"You talk of how I'm lesser for saving Rin, yet you came crawling to search for me remember?!" I said pointing a wrinkly finger at him,

Sesshomaru looked like I had just slapped him across his face. The water around me chilled. I knew the moment I should stop yapping, but my bitter temper just continued to pour out.

“You’re the one that’s weak and cowardly.” I snarled out. “Cowering away under the guise of arrogance when all you have is your empty honour. Even the measly humans you seem to hate show more chivalry.”

His growl rang in my ears as he charged. Within a second his fingers were curled around my throat, pinning me down.

His hair fell around me like a rain of starlight, his ragged breath fanning my face as his fangs slipped out. My heart hammered in my chest, as he spoke, “You have constantly, tested my patience human.” His grip tightened around me, nails digging into my skin.

“Do it.” I spat out. The anger in his eyes flickered, taken aback with something of the same ferocity staring back. After everything I had gone through, with my death facing me down tomorrow, did he think a tantrum would scare me?

 “You’re only angry because I’m right.” I gurgled out. “Wei tried telling me that.” I told him, watching his brow furrow with confusion. His grip loosened and I pushed him away.

,It may be that mortal lives are delicate, but they aren't like flowers that wilt away. Many like battle scars leave their mark. They are immortalised in memories, daughter of the hills. Even bound to death, they are worth living.

“Maybe my death will make you realise that.”

❧

I strode towards the camp angrily, in my rage I hadn’t even dried myself, just draped my kimono over my body, screamed at him and left. 

I cringed a little, such dramatics. Couldn’t have just dried myself before making such impactful exit. Now the clothing along with me was sopping wet, water dripping down at my feet making small puddles as I walked back.

Something rustled making me halt. As I stared, a strange figure seemed to loom around the opening of the groove.

I furrowed my brow, the silhouette looked like that of a child that was crouched over. Did Rin follow me all the way here? I craned my neck, about to call her out when the figure spoke up first.

“Does mortality fare you well? Daughter of the hills?”

The voice was light and girlish, unrecognizable. My heart went still,

It couldn’t be.

The figure stepped forward, striding into the moonlight so I could see her.

It was a child, yet it wasn’t. The alarm that rang in my bones wasn’t from fear, it was recognition. The more I looked at her, the more inhuman she looked. Markings adorned her body, inky lines running up her face and arms, whorls made of runes mapped like galaxies on her body.

It was the same creature, that 14 moon before had appeared before me differently. My breath shallowed as time slowed around me.

The crone.

I raged towards the crone, but it felt like someone had tied boulders to my feet. Illusion magic? The invisible weight slammed me into the ground. The impact knocking the breath out of me.

She pointed a chubby finger at my face, “Have you learned nothing?”

I looked up at her aghast, the girl was no bigger than Rin, barefoot with windswept hair like she had just casually wandered out of a nearby village. She tossed a flat- stone between her hands, giving me a grin that missed a front tooth. “By now you should know you can’t compete with me.”

I growled angrily at her words, my nails dug into palms so hard I drew blood, while, she just watched me a mocking smile.

I knew it was the unnerving eyes, the iris was completely white, blinded by a cloudy white haze, like the moon peeking from behind clouds. Her unyielding gaze was pinned on me. I knew in that moment it was nothing but her gaze that had pinned me to the ground.

Don’t fucking stay down this time.

I pushed through the invisible weight with everything I had. The more I struggled against it the worse it seemed to get, gripping down my bones until they broke. I screamed through the pain, the pressure sending a stream of blood down my nose. The first time I couldn’t face her, this time- I will not go down that easily. With spots dancing before my eyes, I managed to drag myself up to my knees. My smouldering gaze finally met her, “Give m-!”

Within a second the pressure doubled, it felt like someone had grabbed my shoulders and slammed me back into the ground with a thud.

“Mmph!”

She put a hand to her ear theatrically, “I’m sorry, what was that?” the cheeky tone of her voice really pissed me off. “Couldn’t hear you with your face planted in the dirt.”

I looked up at her painfully, spitting out grass. “Give me...” I growled out. “My powers back.”

The kid gave me a toothy grin, “Even if I did,” She said cheekily, “You know your current body won’t be able to contain it right? Your flames are so ruthless, they won’t even show their own master any mercy.” She giggled as if it was the funniest thing in the world, “They’ll roast you from the inside out!”

I looked at her morbidly, “I miss the crone.”

The girl laughed, “We’re not much different.” 

“Why are you here?” I asked. “What more could you possibly want?” I told her, “You have taken everything. Everything.”

My neck felt like it was going to snap from the pressure, “My powers, my body, everything that made me, myself. You stripped me of my very being” I cried out.

The creature sighed, “yes, how unfortunate.”

My anger surfaced again “You vile masochistic demon.” I snarled out, thrashing on the ground as the invisible force continued to pin me, “What did you gain by putting me through all of this?”

The child arched an eyebrow,

“So your mother levelling mountains because someone ticked her off is divine, but me cursing a sad demigod is vile?” She challenged, “Such double standards.” She said clicking her tongue, “I was right the first time, your ayakashi blood does make you stupid.”

My eyes widened, my mother?

I felt my mouth go very dry, I should have figure that the scorching light wasn’t just any spell, it was divine spirit energy. No ayakashi can put curses out like that. No, I realised bitterly, it wasn’t a curse at all, it was a prophecy.

A Goddess.

She could bend everything that the moonlight fell over. Bathed in divine light, the goddess of the crimson moon.

Just like the different phases of the moon she appears different each time.

Oh seven hells. Maybe I should apologise for calling her a masochist.

My jaw tightened, “You’re her.” I gasped out, goosebumps flooding my body, “You are Manana.”

A ghost of a smile played at her lips, the blind eyes crinkling at the sound of her name, “Well then,” she said, sounding very pleased. “Now that you know, we can actually begin.”

“What do you want?” I said, feeling the exhaustion in my bones. I had fought for this stupid human life for days, scrambling to keep myself alive. I hadn’t expected mortality to be so heavy.

“What I want?” She asked, giving out another laugh, “I thought you would be rubbing your nose at my feet begging me to spare your life tomorrow.” She completed. “Tell me daughter of the hills, do you not fear the fate tomorrow’s crimson moon will bring you?”

Considering how much it did scare me, I should have been begging her for life. For most demigods in the stories, begging for mercy to a Goddess worked out well.

“Unless..” She picked up on my thoughts, “That’s no longer what you wish for.”

I pulled myself to tell her what was truly ripping me from the inside, “If Naraku holds my dying heart, he’ll get his hands on hellfire.” I said,

“But my death will prevent that” I explained flatly, “There won’t be a beating heart to hold.” I told her bitterly. My eyes met her’s with a broken smile, “it’s not much, but I can accept a death like that.” It’s the best defence I can provide the others.

The ends of her mouth twitched, “Are you really naive enough to believe that something so mundane as death would stop him?” She replied, “There’s no stopping his ambition. He’ll find a way to attain your flames even if he has to carve out your corpse.”

 No. I mouthed.

“That’s not what was supposed to happen.” I whispered out, my throat going very dry, my death won’t matter. He will continue to hunt everyone I will leave behind.

I curled my fists, “You don’t understand, this isn’t just about me anymore.” I looked up at her, trying to gather any shred of sympathy. “If he gets his hands on my flames, I–“ I shook my head, “I don’t even know what all he would be capable of.” I looked up at sudden desperation closing up my throat, “No one else understands.”

“Not Sesshomaru not inuyasha and the others, they don’t fucking understand how powerful he is.” But I do.

I felt the brunt of his powers firsthand, the poison in his miasma and how his talons tried to carve out my heart. “They will not be able to stand up to him.”

“And?” she asked.

My words faltered, “And?” I cried out angrily, My voice cracked, “The death and destruction he will bring would be a thousand times worse than what I did.”

“Human lives obviously.” The Goddess said, “Naraku’s descent into power will spark a war bartered in lives, ayakashi and humans.” She flicked the flat-stone and it disappeared mid-air.

“But it’s a war that does not concern you.” She said, “It is something you won’t even have to deal with at all. What has changed so much, that it has you pleading, daughter of the hills?”

“That doesn’t…” I pursed my lips, no longer knowing what exactly to say. I will die tomorrow. And whatever fucked up shit naraku is brewing I won’t be a part of it. Wasn’t that the easiest way out of it?

“I can’t just leave now.” I said finally, my head dropped, No matter how much the fire clan sang about glorious deaths, and how much I thought I desired a gore-y end on a battlefield. I realized I wanted to live. Even as a sad, unattractive, mortal, mountain girl. I still wanted to live. Especially now. Especially now that I’m-

My voice quivered, “I’m leaving behind too much.” I rasped out. “With my hellfire, I can give them a chance.”

“What does it really matter which tyrant holds the flames?” She tilted her head, “Do you think he would use it any different than what you did?”

The world around me went very still. Hellfire isn’t something I deserved either.  

I begged her, “I know… I know I deserve my end.” I bowed to the divinity before, surrendering every sense of ego I had, “So please, Please” -

I thought of Rin and Kagome, and all those who had shown me so much kindness. They would all fall under his hand, hounded by my flames. The same flames I could have used to protect them. Even if I can’t change my destiny.

“I don’t have anything else to barter.” I replied, “You already have my life, so I can only beg this to you.”

“You can’t let Naraku get my flames.” I told her,

“I don’t care what you have to do to this body for that.” I continued, burned, eaten by animals, “Whatever brutal death I’m fated to tomorrow” I said, “Please, make sure it rids my entire existence, and I’ll pull my hellfire back into hell with me.”

There was a momentary silence, where I thought, she would start laughing again. But the Goddess just hummed curiously.

“Fine then, daughter of the hills.” She spoke, the voice ringing out hauntingly in the grove.

My eyes widened

“Tomorrow when death comes for you, I’ll allow you a chance.”

The Goddess beckoned her powers and magic shook the forest awake. I could feel the ancient, strange spirits of the forest peek over the shadows around us. Stirring from years of slumber to witness another prophecy.

Her white iris gleamed, “Just one.”

I stared at her in absolute silence. Just like the first time I had encountered her, the temperature around me dropped, making my ears ring painfully.

The tips of her lip curled, “I’ll give you one chance to change your destiny, where you can seize back your flames, return to a life of immortality.”

As I watched, the markings on her face began to glow, knowing what was coming I shielded my eyes from the blinding light. It still seemed to sear into my skin, like I had embraced a burning star.

“Daughter of the hills, death will come for you under the crimson moon.” Her voice boomed around me, “But as the blood moon rises for my feast, I shall grant you one final bargain. Take it, and you’ll find your flames again.”

When the light died, I was still on the ground, my kimono soiled from dirt and sweat. As I came to myself, I felt my heart hammer in my chest, a singular thought running in my mind.

Even if the earth splits open and the sky shatters around me, even if it was nearly impossible, even if I only had one chance, somehow, anyhow, I had to survive.

❧

“Wei!” Rin called out in the darkness and I jumped.

In the dark she looked like a little tent, sitting up on her knees the moment I walked back into the cottage.

“Didn’t I tell you to sleep?” I sighed,

The child looked at me expectantly, “I was thinking about what you said earlier.”

I shook my head, far too exhausted to think about this again, “Rin I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“Hear me out.” She persisted as I dropped down on the mattress beside her.

“Next time.” She told me, “When I see something, we can just run away together.”   

She said it with such sincerity I wheezed. That did seem like a simpler solution.

“Don’t laugh!” Rin said, her fingers tugged the sleeve of my kimono, “Promise me.” She said seriously, “Promise me that the next time we’re in danger you won’t stay back alone.” her sound was barely was a whisper, but it hung in the icy air like a sword over my neck.

“Promise me that we’ll run away together.” 

I stared back at her,

One chance.

I tried to give her a small smile. One

A fool’s bargain, yet a bargain nonetheless.

“I promise.”

❧

GUESS WHICH SLOTH JUST UPLOADED?????

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Eternal Flame

Sesshomaru x DemiGod! Reader

warnings: mild description of violence, eventual smut ^`^

Parts: Mortal ḯ̵̡̤̣̞̜͑ Death ḯ̵̡̤̣̞̜͑ Sing ḯ̵̡̤̣̞̜͑ Hunt

The old folklore of the east whispers of a terrible power. Wielded by a lone demigod, fated to walk through the eras the dark fires of hell dancing on her fingers. With no regard for human life, she was fated to be feared and worshipped. But fate is a bitch. Now cursed to be stripped of her powers and doomed to mortality she finds herself in the care of a sworn rival. The great Daiyoki of the west.

ḯ̵̡̤̣̞̜͑ Mortal ḯ̵̡̤̣̞̜͑

“You IGNORANT HUMAN HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK TO THE GREAT DAIYOKAI HIMSELF-“ the toad thing screamed so violently, that the little human girl jumped to her feet and scurried outside the hut. I shut my eyes close. The first thing I do when I get my powers back is to cook that fucking frog. I promised myself.

The wounds still hurt. Seven hells, do these human wounds ever heal? I groaned internally as I made the mistake of turning in a more comfortable position, more pain shot up my shoulder blade, flooding through my entire torso. I gritted my teeth as I tried to breathe through it. As the toad thing raged on in the background I shut my eyes tight hoping to wake up from whatever nightmare this was. My body had never felt so vulnerable… so pathetic before. I would willingly submit if the earth mother was to split open and swallow her stupid mortal body right now.

“You should be grateful that Lord Sesshomaru even considered helping a lowlife like yours!”

Yes. Him, the worst part of this whole horror extravaganza. Even with a human body, I should have been able to stand my ground and give that horse yokai a run for its money. But it had torn me apart in an unmatched battle. Just when I had thought it would be my shameful end, I was saved. By the likes of him. To watch his cold amber eyes scrutinize her vulnerable body and then take pity on her, was much worse than being eaten by a yokai. Anger burned in my gut. I had heard of him before, the mighty destroyer of towns, it was high praise for a demon to be sung about among demigods. I would toss my hair and scoff every time someone would talk of his valor. Unknowingly this mysterious daiyokai had become my sworn rival.

As I honed my body through training every day, I would boast how the great Sesshomaru would be wise to never step upon the western lands. I had dreamed of facing him down in brutal combat, what it would be like to claim bakusaiga for myself when I emerged victorious.

Well. Fate was a little piece of shit. Not in my wildest dreams had I imagined it to turn out like this. I hadn’t expected the fear as the demon lord approached me coldly, curling his fingers under my chin and making me wait in anticipation as he decided if I was worth saving. And although I hadn’t expected the awe from his beauty either, it was all swallowed up by bitter shame. The shame, the anger it was all fucking because of that crone. Cursing her on the eve of her age coming feast. A curse that had fated me to something worse than eternal labor. Mortality.

My nails dug into the soft earth as I suppressed a growl.

“It will all be alright now!”

I opened my eyes to see the little human child race inside again, balancing a bucked with her wiry arms. She blinked her big brown eyes at me as she sat down beside my body. “We should re-dress, your wounds again!” she chirped, sounding very excited for such a morbid situation.

I groaned as she helped me sit up, Rin? Was that her name? All humans smelled and looked the same to me. Regardless, it was this child that I truly owed my life to. She had begged and pleaded Sesshomaru to take her in, and to my great surprise, the daiyokai had complied. The child seemed ecstatic at me getting to travel with them. I couldn’t blame her; the frog was very annoying and I doubted if Sesshomaru was ever chatty.

She hummed softly as she peeled the bandages off my shoulders and chest. We were inside some makeshift hut? The roof was made entirely of dry straw, the walls and floors from dry mud. The shallow fire hearth made little to no difference, the wind outside was chilly and it pricked my skin like needles. Even with the wounds, it felt like something was wrong, I couldn’t stop feeling cold. Rin had called it a fever. At once she had scurried off on thin legs coming back with random herbs. I had only watched as she sat grinding them patiently, mixing them with water and whatnot. Even now, as she changed my bandages, her fingers were nimble yet experienced.

“where did you learn to do this?” I asked. For a second her chirpiness disappeared.

“I learned it myself.” She said.

I decided not to ask any more questions. The human girl went back to humming, as she dabbed the cloth in the water, this time I peered in too. What stared back at me made me gasp. Even in the distorted bucket of blood-water, it wasn’t my face staring back at all. Oh sky mother. I had known the curse had turned me human. But this… wasn’t my body at all. The girl who started back had a small mousey face, eyes set wide apart giving me a perpetually scared look. Wisps of thin coarse hair fell around my face. For a second I couldn’t breathe. I-was… s-so so plain. And plain before HIM.

This is it. If it wasn’t the horse yokai, it was this abomination of my face that would be the death of me. I wasn’t the demigod of the fire clan anymore, not the beauty born of the raging storm. Just a mountain girl, from some human village. No one would remember me if I did die in this body, woefully forgettable. Even Rin who hadn’t even reached womanhood surpassed me in beauty. My head swam suddenly feeling very faint.

“Does it hurt?’ Rin yelped out, at once helping me lie down. “I’ll let you rest.” She said glancing at her worriedly. Within seconds she grabbed the bucket and the toad and raced outside.

The darkness of the night weighed in on me. 14 more days I counted as I lidded my eyes. At least that’s what the crone had chanted. “Fated to be human until the blood moon rises for the feat of Manna.” My stomach churned as I remembered the final line, “You shall learn the power of human life, after losing your own. That is the only gift I can give you daughter of the hills. Your true self.”

Daughter of the hills. Daughter of an Ayakashi Prince and a mountain Goddess. A mother I had never seen before. But I had sworn her patronage and drawn my sword under her name.

Beside me, my katana gleamed sadly. The first time my father had placed the sword in my hands he had made me pledge. “She is the strongest companion you’ll ever find.” He had said, “The demon of the thousand petal blossom by your side. So, remember to reward her every day. Bathe her in blood every time you draw her, remember to let her feast and you’ll never know defeat.”

I had named the sword mrutunjai, triumph over death. And I had drawn her, day after day. Town after town. With her I truly was invincible. Until that damn crone. The memories of that fated night flooded through my mind. My dragon hide armor was slick with blood, I could still feel the pieces of yokai flesh between my teeth. But sweat-soaked and covered in blood the night wasn’t over yet.

The human woman clung to the last remaining yokai. Its eyes had rolled back into its head, one of its horns already broken, the only signs of life it showed was the faint twitch of its curling fingers.

“please” the woman had pleaded, covering the yokai with her body, its dark blood seeped into her kimono ike black oil. Tear-streaked face, yet such unyielding eyes. “You have killed everyone else.” She rasped out. “Spare my husband. Please I beg you on the name of our Goddess.”

“And it is for her that I am purging your village of these lesser demons. The yokai is already poisoned from miasma, I will put an end to its suffering quickly.” I said.

“T-Take me instead.” The woman cried, hugging the yokai closer. In my had Mrutunjai hummed with hunger. I had promised her the blood of 100 lesser demons. And that is what she would have.

“Don’t test my patience Human.” I sneered “If you wish to die I can just kill you with that yokai, my sword’s thirst will only subside with a yokai’s flesh.”

The human woman refused to move. I bared my fangs, eyes flashing with anger. “This village was under the patronage of the Mountain Goddess. To taint it with lesser demons is to challenge me directly. You fools should have anticipated this.”

The woman flinched, draping herself across the yokai’s body, “You don’t understand.” The woman’s voice quivered, but strange strength sparked within her, “Because of what you are… you cannot understand.”

My anger brimmed, flaring like the untamed wildfire. Mrutunjai sliced through them human and yokai blood splattering across the earth. Equally worthless. The humming of the blade finally subsided. I shut my eyes in prayer. “I have saved another of your village mother.”

“Killing in the name of our goddess, you truly are disgraceful.”

I whirled in anger, to face whatever thing had the fucking audacity, to hold such defiance. I hadn’t expected to see the hag. Against the dim moonlight, the human woman looked frail, her silhouette hunched, a long shroud covering her face.

“I have saved your village,” I replied, tempering the storm inside. “Protected your unimportant human lives from the yokai that would have raided houses and devoured children for leisure. You hag, should be falling at my feet.” I snarled

“Protected?” The crone contested; with absolute lack of fear. She raised her head and the shroud fell back, moonlight fell across her feature. She was completely blind, white irises staring right at me. Strange dark marks covered her face in whorls and spirals that replicated galaxies. “The Goddess of Mountains was a harbinger of life.” Her mouth opened and a gold studded tongue snaked out, “She is cruel but justly so.”

The air around us grew colder, I flashed my fangs.

“The ones you claimed for yourself today were innocent. Our village has harbored yokai and humans together for years. They were our own. Fathers, brothers, children. We lived together for generations and you have slaughtered every one of them. Every yokai and every human that stood against you”

“That’s enough” I growled out, Mrutunjai growling with me as I unsheathed the wicked blade. What is the blood of a 100 more? “Humans and lesser demons are better left in their own worlds. Human lives are replaceable, they hold no significance. If I cut down a few humans to withhold the purity of my mother’s patron village, I will. I must.”

I unsheathed Mrutynjai and the hellfire in my veins growled to be free, “Choose your last words carefully, your severed head will soon join the ones at my feet.”

“Maybe your Ayakashi blood has tainted your wisdom. What fear does an old woman like me have of death, you fool?” the crone laughed.

“You have worn my patience human,” I screamed, as I flung at her, all of a sudden powerful ancient magic flooded around us. A Colum of pure magic erupted around the crone. My eyes widened as the searing light encased me completely, blinding me as an unknown force ripped the sword from my hands. There was clang at it clattered to the ground. With a painful howl, I shielded my eyes from the burning light.

The crone’s voice boomed louder and louder like the clap of thunder.

“A child of divinity is to return home in glory after spilling the blood of countless innocents? A gift I bestow upon you, as terrible and unyielding as your own rage.”

The chanting grew louder and my legs buckled, what the fuck was happening?

“Your flames will leave you; your strength will fail you. Your own face will be taken from you. Tonight at the eve of your glory feast.”

“For 14 days from tonight, I fate you to a life of mortality, till the blood moon rises for the feast of manna. You will learn the power of human life after losing your own. That is the gift I give you daughter of the hills. Your true self.”

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^^thankyou for reading! ^^

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I'm going to give you a hot kiss on the mouth thank u sm for ur hardwork and talent bro I'm more in love with wei than sessh now LOL

AHAHAH I'll take all of them kisses (─‿‿─)♡ Thankyou so much for reading! I'm glad you like Wei<33333. I wanted both y/n and the real Wei to have fun personalities, looks like it worked!

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Did or did not the finale of Season 2 hint at a potential Tolya X Inej Ship????????? IDK ABOUT THAT HONESTLY. Not to mention now that king of scars will be a part of the storyline do we or do we not expect inej to be a part of the parem heist?

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I just read your sesshomaru series and omfg I love it. 💞💞 Can't wait to read more.💞

Thankyou for readingg <3333 i'm glad you liked it

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Your aizen post has 200 notes 🥰

I KNOWWW! its still insane to me that people are actually reading the stuff I write lmaoo

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I just binge-read your InuYasha fic and It's SO good!! TT,TT <3

Thankyouuuu so much for reading! I'm glad you liked it

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I think your masterlist isn't working? 🥺

So sorryy , why am I not surprised TT, i shall get it fixed right away

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VII_Eternal Flame_VII

Parts: ❧ I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX❧

WOHOOO guess who just came back from the dead! Thankyou so much for waiting so patiently for this &lt;;33333

❧ The Narrows.

She pressed the scythe against my neck, the white-hot blade seared into my skin. I opened my mouth in a soundless scream as the smell of burning flesh choked down my throat. The light burned into my eyes, threatening to scorch them in my sockets. The chanting grew louder as I was completely blinded. I felt the hellfire recoil from it. Curling away from the light, receding so far within itself that even I couldn’t reach it. The darkness swallowing me whole. -

Something clattered to the ground with a clang! and my eyes flew open. My fingers reached for my sword instinctively, but there wasn’t anything resting beside me. The world around me was completely different than the darkness of the nightmare.

Warm sunlight filtered through the tree’s canopy. The clang was just Sango chasing Miroku over something, her annoyed voice ringing in the back with Miroku’s voice apologising profusely. I forced myself to take a deep breath, it came out ragged like my throat had closed up. Just a dream, I told myself.

“You alright?”

Inuyasha’s sudden voice made me jump. There was a red blur as he leaped down from the tree, silver hair falling around him. He looked back at me amber eyes flashing. “Looked like a bad dream.”

I shuddered, “Yeah.” I replied, sitting up against the bark of the tree. “But that’s all it was.”

I had pulled on one of Sango’s kimono’s, it was pink chequered and hemmed with green fabric. It sat loose around my frame, the fabric bunched around my waist oddly so one side kept sliding off my shoulder all the time. My chest was still bound with fresh bandages, soaked with herbs that smelled lightly of fresh rain and moist soil. Whatever herbs Kagome was grinding and feeding me was working surprisingly well. Even when I stretched my hands out, the pain was only a dull thud.

He grinned, small fangs peeking out as he smiled, “Good to know.” He said,

My smile faltered as finally, Finally, the realization hit me. I was fucking stupid, the resemblance, hell. I should have connected the dots long before. That’s what happens when you don’t pay attention to Jaken’s rambling.

“You’re his brother!” I cried out.

Inuyasha just looked very confused, “What?”

I shook my head, “You’re Toga’s son!” I exclaimed, suddenly feeling like I was meeting an old friend, “You’re Sesshomaru’s brother.”

Inuyasha’s face twisted in an offended scowl,

“Not a fan, I see.” I replied.

“That asshole’s not my brother.” He said, “Just because we share blood doesn’t make him my family.” Inuyasha’s gaze turned distant, something like hurt flickered in his amber eyes, “After all, he doesn’t even acknowledge-

He blinked stopping himself, “Wait a minute, how in the world do you know him?” he asked.

I smiled at him awkwardly, “About that-“ I started, “You might wanna sit down it’s a long story.”

Inuyasha dropped down on the grass beside me, surprisingly intent. I narrated the entire story of how Rin had found me, and the travels I had with her and Sesshomaru. Unlike his character, Inuyasha continued to listen without interrupting, his eyes never leaving my face. He only asked his question after I was finished.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” He asked.

I gave out a hollow laugh, “Because I just made the connection between you two a few minutes ago.”

Despite his reservations, he scratched his head, a dog-ear flicking, “He could be looking for you, you know?”

“He isn’t” I replied quickly, pressing down bitter thoughts. No matter how much I wanted to see Rin, I knew he wasn’t coming. I had always been just another burden to him, and now that he was finally rid of me, why would he ever come back? I felt my heart sink. It was better this way. I told myself.

Inuyasha stood up, “The more I try to understand that fool, the more confused I get.” He admitted. “Stoic and proud, I really don’t get him at all.”

“And still, even Sesshomaru can be surprising at times.” He completed. I arched my eyebrow at him, trying to make sense of his words. But even considering the thought of it being true, send hope rippling through my mind. I stopped that thought at once. The quicker I come to terms with the truth the better.

“Hey you two!” Kagome’s voice called out. I looked windward, towards her figure standing against the cliff.

“I think we have company.” Kagome announced.

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The two of us jogged over to the edge of the cliff where she was standing. Kagome pointed towards the sky, her dark hair flying in the wind.

“What is that?” Inuyasha asked out.

I looked towards where she was pointing, at what seemed like a black cloud. Moving a lot faster than a storm cloud should. It came with a distinct buzzing sound, erratic, like the flapping of a thousand wings, drowning out the noises of the mountains.

“um?!” I tried, “Are those bugs?” I asked, growing more disgusted by the moment.

Miroku gave me a wink, “Demon bugs.”

“Even better” I murmured trying to shake the grossness of their buzzing wings.

“Please tell me they’re not directly heading towards us?” Kagome groaned.

Inuyasha shrugged, “They’re looking for beating either way.”

Sango walked up beside us, already in her demon hunter outfit. Hiraikotsu by her side and another weapon I couldn’t help but eye.

"Any good with a sword?" She asked me. I couldn't help but grin at her. "So-so."

She tossed me a recently sharpened short-sword. The sword was much lighter than mrutyunjai, I switched the blade between my hands judging its weight. I would have to be light-footed and swifter with it, stretch my hand out wider to make up for the length.  I rolled my shoulder, steadying myself as the swarm got closer.

“Take care of you wounds” Kagome told me as she readied her bow. But the ache for war was taking over my senses again. Blood-lust rising as I saw the challenge near.  Although the feeling was nowhere close to when I had drawn mrutunjai. Just getting to wrap my fingers around the hilt of a sword sent blood roaring in my ears.

“Wait a minute.” Sango started, just as I saw it too.

I tried to make sense of the scene before me, was that a flying cow? I blinked furiously, sure enough an old yokai sat on the floating cow with three eyes. Ferociously waving a huge hammer as they navigated through the cloud of ayakashi bugs. The bugs funneled around them tirelessly, intent on getting to them some way or the other.

"Totosai?!" Inuyasha called out.

I sighed, no matter where I went weird characters kept showing up.

He unsheathed tetseiga, the sword growing twice its size atonce, before practically throwing himself off the cliff with a yell.

“Inuyasha! Wait!” Kagome’s worried voice called out after him. But he had already leapt straight into the swarm just as it enveloped us entirely. The morbid buzz was so loud now, that my ears popped. Their translucent wings barely kept their pigsty bodies afloat, some had snout shaped mouths spraying poisonous miasma, while others had stinger-shaped bottoms. The miasma made clouds of opaque poison, reducing our vison. I covered my nose and mouth with the sleeve of the kimono, my blade already slick with their greenish blood. The white-gold blade of tetseiga looked like lightning flashing through the murky purple miasma of the bugs.

Fortunately, the single attack sliced through most of the bugs. Very unfortunately for the rest of us, the bugs exploded spraying thick goop everywhere. I gaged in my mouth, so much for the new kimono.

“EWWW” Miroku moaned out somewhere in the background. I sliced through the bugs with the short-sword as they advanced, trying my best to avoid the goop, but I was already covered in green bug remains.

“I Just washed my hair!” Kagome screamed angrily, bombarding spirit arrows at the bugs. Sango and I ducked as the arrows sizzled past us, burning through their webbed wings and bloated bodies. They fell down with sad plops spilling out their mushy insides.

“Hiraikotsu!” With a big swoosh Sango’s boomerang cut through another wave of the bugs. The demon-bone weapon made a small opening in the miasma screen, pushing the poison away enough for us to gulp down fresh air. But within seconds the gap closed again, smothering us with the miasma again.

I retching as I stepped into one, the fucking smell. “There’s no fucking end to them!” I cried out, swinging the sword around. For every bug I sliced through, thrice more kept showing up. It was getting harder and harder to see, and my legs kept skidding over the dead bugs littered on the ground. All of a sudden with a very loud MOO, the cow dropped down on the ground, almost taking me with it. I screamed, rolling away from the yokai, very relieved that I wasn’t under it.

“Damn it, that’s it.” Miroku said finally. I watched him pull of the blue cloth pulled over his right palm, pulling away the prayer beads around it. The strange magic made itself known instantly. Something like anxiety curled in my stomach, Demon magic. Clearly that kind of magic shouldn’t be wielded by a human. The side-effects would be devastating.

It was like he had opened a portal to the underworld within his palm. The temperature around us dropped. The wind tunnel opened, causing a whirlwind of pure pressure to erupt around us. I yelped at the gust of wind sent my useless hair flying everywhere. The bugs tried to squirm away, but the pull of the wind tunnel was too strong, along with the miasma it continued to swallow the entirety of the bugs.

 We continued to slice through the remaining ones and within just a few minutes, most of the bugs were gone, the ones left were now buzzing away from us as fast as their wings could take them. My lungs heaved as the air cleared.

Miroku staggered as he covered his palm with his prayer beads again. Sango put a hand on his shoulders to steady him. How he was standing after absorbing all that miasma was beyond me.

“FLEE AWAY YOU LITTLE SHITS-“ Inuyasha continued to scream after them. The others were mostly ignoring him. I kicked away the bug remains around my feet, making my way towards the two yokai. Apart from being covered in bug-goo, everyone seemed unharmed.

Kagome picked off a bug from her hair. “Totosai, are you alright?” she asked, turning towards the cow and the old yokai that had almost crushed me. “Why were these bugs chasing you?”

Although the man himself looked alright, the long gash along the body of the three-eyed bull gave me the answer. The wound was quickly- healing, but it was ugly, like the touch of the blade had decomposed the skin around it. The gash on my chest throbbed painfully.

Naraku.

“That darn spider of course” Totosai mentioned, patting the snout of the cow, “How disgraceful for a warrior, to send lesser demons to do his dirty work, while he covers away in the shadows of the Kagewaki castle.”

“I don’t understand.” Sango said, “why did he send his minions after you?”  

Totosai looked grim, “Naraku has been trying to get to me for a while now.” He said. “Right since he started digging around in that place?”

Kagome and I exchanged a look.

“What place, Totosai-san?” Kagome asked hesitantly, not entirely sure she wanted to know at all.

His eyes narrowed, "In the narrows of Aselie. Nothing good comes from a place like that. I'm telling you,"

The world around me darkened. As if an invisible miasma had surrounded us just at the mention of the name of that place. 

“What is that place?” Kagome asked,

“It’s a trench” Miroku said, his face serious for the first time, “The monks called the closet thing to hell on earth.”

“The split in earth reaches far deep into the darkest parts of the underworld. It stretches across the mountain range separating the west from the eastern lands.” Sango explained. She shuddered, “My grandma used to say its cursed, the soil and the air itself. Anything that breathes that air, touches that earth becomes corrupted."

Inuyasha frowned, “Sounds exactly like the kind of place Naraku would love to go.” He said.

Kagome shook her head, “But why risk going there when his transformation isn’t complete yet? It must have something integral to offer him.”

Totosai clicked his tongue, “From what I could tell,” he replied, "They were mining for ores."

“Mining?” Kagome asked.

My mouth went dry, "He's trying to create a weapon."

Totosai nodded slowly, "Leave a metal ore under a valley like that to sit and hone over years, you're looking at a metal so concentrated with demonic energy, that it’s a being of its own. Something living and breathing."

I shuffled a laugh, "That's stuff out of myths and legends. "

“Just like the shikon jewel right?" Kagome said. I closed my mouth, "Good point."

“And he wants you to make this weapon for him?” Inuyasha scoffed, “The nerve of that asshole.”

Totosai took a ragged breath, "I told him I couldn’t. I have been a blacksmith for years, made thousands of powerful weapons. I know the craft like no other yokai. But there are limitations to even my skill. There are boundaries to welding that even I won’t cross.”

“The legends said that you cannot use ordinary fire to weld a metal like that. No matter how much I breathe down on it, or how long you leave it between flames. You can’t smelt an ore from the narrows with fire born on earth.” Totosai completed.

Cold fear crept up my spine, puzzles ticking in place. Well, fuck.  

"Fire on earth is alive, it lives and breathes. But Hellfire... that's something else. That thing crawls right out of hell, cold and bitter it drinks away everything, leaving behind only shadows." Totosai gave out a mocking laugh, “That’s what that fool wants.”

"Any blacksmith would just laugh at such stories, demonic rock, hellfire." Totosai continued.

"And even if he somehow finds a source for hellfire, there's no blacksmith insane enough to actually make one." He said, "And like hell, would I make one for that rat."

Miroku shook his head, "He'll find someone crazy enough or desperate enough to do it."

"Unless we crack his head before he gets to it." Inuyasha said, standing up at once.

"Sit back down." Totosai told him. "No ordinary blacksmith can create what he wants. That's why he tried to tail me down." he huffed out angrily.

“If Naraku gets his hand on the weapon he’s thinking of, it won’t matter what other defence we have against him.” Totosai warned, “It would increase his powers exponentially, there will be destruction like the eras have never seen. We cannot let it happen.”

“Don’t worry… trying to get the hellfire is impossible” I said. Hellfire was bestowed only to the fire clan of the east and there is no one here in the west who could use it, myself included. To go charging into the east for it… even naraku wouldn't be that stupid.

I pressed down my fear, forcing myself to take a breath. “Even if he gets the metal, he won’t be able to get hellfire. He can't.” I replied.

"The East Fire-demon clan has guarded it for eons. The hellfire is sacred to us, they have an oath to protect it with their lives. He'll end up starting a war just asking them for it." I said, reassuring myself with each word.

"Maybe he won't have to."

I looked at kagome and her face paled, a cold silence fell over.

“Wei.” She breathed out, “You said you were related to the fire clan of the east?”

I nodded, “Its a distant relation” I lied, “You can easily skip over it-“

“And the fire clan inherently can use hellfire?” She continued.

“Yes, All the Ayakashi born children.” I replied.

“Wei.” Kagome's tone was very grim, “Think very carefully, how did the warlords of the East get the hellfire originally?” she asked,

The answer came easy, I had heard the story thousands of times as a child, “The first fire wielder sought out the eternal beast, the primodal dragon.” I narrated out of memory, “He held the beating heart of the dragon after he slayed it and the magic flowed through him as the heart gave out.” I explained,

“That’s how power is believed to flow in east through death-.” my voice trailed away.

I gulped.

Kagome read my face, “I can tell you figured it out.”

Inuyasha looked at me deadpan, “Figured out what?”  

The next in line. The eldest, the dragon of the east. I felt bile rise in my stomach,

“He tried to pry me open once before, it must have been to rip out my heart.” I said.

Sango looked horrified, “Will it actually work? If he killed you like that? I mean you’re human and you don’t have those powers.”

I shrugged, “I don’t think he really cares.” Phantom pain erupted across my chest, right where he had dug his talons. You will learn the worth of human life after losing your own.

Let me rip out your heart demigod.

Maybe I really was fated to die.

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“Alright everybody, no need to panic.” Miroku said, walking back and forth before us.

The rest of us sat crossed legged on the grassy fields as Sango peeled us an apple. Kirara huddled up close to me, the small demon offering some comfort in the situation. Totosai and the cow had flown off soon after dooming us with the news.  

“So,” He began, “Naraku has found this weird super-powerful ore, that is in this very dangerous place, which we know he would use for mass-destruction and genocide. He has also found a source for hellfire.” he completed pointing towards me.

“To extract it by killing you is a crazy idea and no one knows if it will work, but because it is Naraku we gotta give him the benefit of doubt. All in all, what we really have to do is get to the core before him and make sure you don’t die.” He told me, I smiled at him painfully.

“Right.”

Sango stood up, “Although we don’t know why he wants that weapon, we can’t risk Naraku getting any stronger. Knowing him, he wont rest until he gets it.” 

“We know that Naraku wont risk going to the narrows himself, not when his transformation isn’t entirely complete.” Kagome added. “At most he would send Kagura or karen to overlook the mining.”

Inuyasha nodded, “That’s right, if we go there and wreck that ore before he gets to it, he won’t have anything to make the weapon from.”

I shook my head, “If the ore is as powerful as Totosai mentioned, it would be like facing down an actual higher demon.” I reminded him, “How can you be so sure you’ll be able to destroy it?”

“Even if Inuyasha can’t wreck it.” Kagome started, she pointed the tip of her scared arrow towards me, “I might just be able to purify it.”

Miroku snapped his fingers, “That’s right! Our job’s done if we can dilute the demonic energy of the ore. Even if we can’t destroy it entirely, we can still render it useless for Naraku.”

Kagome looked at the sky, “How far are the narrows from here?”

“Two days journey, just north of these mountains.” Miroku replied.

Inuyasha swung tetseiga, “We better start moving then.”

“Before that,” Sango started, she turned to look at me, a little guilty.

I knew that look, “I’m coming with you all.” I stated. “There’s no negotiation.”

“No. its too risky.” Sango said atonce, she put a hand on my shoulder. “I hate to say this Wei, but the narrows are no place for a human.”

I stared at her, “Literally three and a half of you are all human.”

Sango frowned, “I know, but the narrows are high with ayakashi. Its too risky with your wounds to take you along.”

I rolled my eyes, “Kagome, back me up here, of course I should come right?”

Kagome’s face faltered,

“Seriously?!”

Kagome opened her mouth to say something, the world around us shifted. Static electricity like aura erupting around us. A familiar thrill ran down my spine, the call of my sword. I felt my heart skip a beat. No way-

The sudden spike in the tension around us, made everyone spin on their heels. Like lightning in all its power that crashed right into us, sending curls of steam to rise off the grass. The kind of raw anger I had felt so many times before.

Seeing him again, I felt as if all the wind had been knocked out of me. He was here. He had come here, let mrutyunjai lead him to me. My chest tightened, but not with the kind of pain my wounds caused. His eyes swept past everyone else, molten- gold orbs pinning on my frame at once. “S-sesshomaru?” I spluttered out in disbelief.

“Sesshomaru!?” Inuyasha growled out. The daiyokai snarled back dismissively.

The tension spiked, growing thick in the air. Sesshomaru looked like a madman, his elegant gait slipping. I couldn’t tell what it really was that was getting to him this badly, but his marking grew darker, snarl curling into something I had never seen.

Inuyasha’s grip on tetseiga tightened. I watched Kagome slide the bow off her shoulder, “Now why are you here?” she said. From all the shock all I could really do was blink at the situation stupidly.

“Inuyasha” He said venomously, voice sending chills down my spine.

His eyes slitted, “Get away from her.”

Kagome at least spared a moment to look confused, but Inuyasha was already charging. With a growl Inuyasha leapt at Sesshomaru, teeth baring. The aura around Sesshomaru crackled, his markings extending, eyes glowing crimson. For fucks sake-

“No! Stop him!” I cried out.

Thankfully Kagome came to my rescue, “DOWN BOY!” she yelled.

With the command it was like some invisible force had yanked Inuyasha back, slamming him mid-air, face down on the ground with a sickening crunch. The momentum he had, making him fold over himself. Within seconds Inuyasha sprawled on the ground. I winced, “You gotta teach me how to do that.” I told her.

The fall looked so dramatic that even Sesshomaru halted mid-way, taking a step back. Either to laugh or wince as well, but it gave me enough time to step in between them.

“Stand down, both of you!” I told them, using the same tone I used to discipline my familiar back home. Inuyasha painfully lifted his face from the ground. Both of them looked at me with the same stunned expression. Brothers. For sure.

“Put your swords away.” I continued, “There’s no need for that right now.”

My eyes found Sesshomaru’s face, I felt that strange twinge in my chest again. “Why are you here?” I asked him, once and for all.

His brow furrowed, as if he didn’t exactly have an answer to that question either. The silence was heavy with anticipation as the others in the background kept glancing between us. It’s like trying to move a mountain. I thought. But I stood my ground, I knew I couldn’t go back until I knew this. “Well?” I probed him further.

Something weighed down between us, far too much left unspoken. Sesshomaru finally lifted his chin, eyes narrowing, gaze intense enough to burn into me. But there wasn’t a shred of anger in it, it was something else entirely. Something so unyielding that I couldn’t fathom either.

“To take you home.” He said finally.

I let his words sink in. He had spoken as if he was making a promise.

“Wei” Kagome started,

“It’s okay.” I explained. “I have been travelling with him for a while. He-… he saved my life.” I said, giving her a reassuring smile. The genuine shock on Kagome’s face told me it didn’t happen quite often.

She walked to my side, fingers digging into my shoulder, “We can fight him off.” She promised, I doubted it but her concern was heartfelt.

 “I’ll be fine.”

Still unconvinced, Kagome gave me quizzical look, “Are you sure?” Inuyasha pouted beside her, for someone who hated Sesshomaru he seemed to be surprisingly calm about the situation. I remembered his words from before, he had spoken as if he had anticipated this happening.

I thought of Rin’s face, and how much it would relieve me to just see her again. The answer came easy, “Yes.” I told her. But that would also meant I would be bringing the shadow of dangers closer to her.

“Be done with this chatter now,” Sesshomaru snarled out, his eyes flicked towards me, “Do you not grow weary of these fools?”

Kagome gave out an annoyed grunt. It surprised me when she tackled me in a hug. I stumbled backwards right into Sango. The older female put her hand on my hair, “Take care of your wounds.” She said, giving me a back hug as well.

“My turn?” Miroku asked hopefully, but Sango swatted his hands away.

"We’ll meet you when we are back from the Narrows.” I could tell she still felt as though she was abandoning me, “Once, we get rid of the metal, it’ll be over.”

Sango gave me a reassuring smile, “It won’t take longer than a week.”

I watched my 10th sun set behind them. Faces that were strangers to me a day ago, now felt so hard to leave behind. If the prophecy was right… I knew I wouldn’t even see the end of this week, “Yeah” I said, my voice breaking, “I’ll see you in a week.”

I turned towards Inuyasha but it seemed like I had finally worn Sesshomaru’s patience. Wordlessly, his arm wrapped around my waist, he pulled me against his chest before I could protest, "w-wait a second-" I started but he already kicked us off the ground.

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I screamed as we launched into the sky, my stomach jumping up my throat. My legs thrashed around helplessly and I scrambled for something to hold on to.

Sesshomaru growled in annoyance, as i dug into the fluff attached to his armour. Wrapping my legs around his waist. It would have been very embarrassing to be clinging to him but we were meters in the air.

I made the horrible mistake of looking down.

I screamed out again, holding him tighter. I was about to fucking die. In the middle of it I must have yanked on to his hair because he growled from the pain.

"Human-" he hissed out, "I'm not going to drop you."

"I don't trust you!" I screamed out, my heart hammering in my chest.

"Scream near my ear again and I will." He growled out.

But contrary to his words, he lowered us, we touched the ground and I leapt into the grass. It was cold like it had been drizzling recently. My body sunk into the smell of moist soil. The exhaustion of the previous days crashed into me. In the moment I had agreed to going back, but what was I doing?

I would be death no matter where I went. The pain, the anger, the fear all of it. My own disgust and hatred for myself burned inside me. I couldn't take it. I felt my shoulders heave, I was so tired.

“Human…” he started but I cut him off.

“Just leave.”

Sesshomaru stilled.

Why did you think you could have a home daughter of the hills?

I shook my head, “I can’t come with you, I can’t go back-“

Sesshomaru stared at the figure, for the first time a faint tremble ran through her body. A strange heaviness settled around him, “Do you not wish to come with me?”

I raised my head to look up at him, against the moonlight he looked unreal, his immortality glowing. So different, too different than me, "It’s not that I don’t want to. I told him bitterly, It’s that I can’t.”

I curled my fingers into fists, “That spider is going to tail me back there. It won’t matter where I go and who I’m with.”

I choked back a sob, “And the fucking truth of the matter is that I’m too weak.”

“I couldn’t do a thing.” I felt the long spider legs curl around my body again, “No matter what I did…” my voice trailed off, I was helpless. too helpless. I shook my head, finally letting the tears run down my face.

“Don’t you see?” I told him, “When he finds me again, I’m still going to be just that powerless against him." Hell rain suddenly pattered down, drenching the two of us, "And I can’t do that," my voice wavered, "I can’t do that to Rin! I won’t!”

“So please.” I told him, biting back every ounce of ego I had, “Just leave me here.”

I lidded my eyes, my heart stopped as he spoke.

"I am not leaving you." he completed. I was more expecting him to rage away, but his tone was that of a parent coaxing some child out of a tantrum.

“Why must you speak as if you hold the entire weight of the world alone?” He asked,

I watched as he crouched down. His fingers curled around my chin as he forced me to look at him, “He had already made an enemy of me.” He snarled out,

“If it is the spider you fear, then know this. To dare and threaten someone under my protection is to call upon an end worse than death.”

“After all, Naraku hasn’t faced you when you’re armed with your sword.” He added, “He should consider himself lucky.”

His fingers dug into my chin, as strange emotion glazed in his eyes,

“Or do you want other answers human?” He asked, his own breath ragged, “Answers for why this Sesshomaru continues to give a useless human like yourself such importance? For why have I not disposed of you already? Well aware of the annoying pests you will be bringing with you now?” He asked, his tone grew more erratic, more frustrated.  

“The truth is I myself do not understand why it is so. I do not understand why the thought of leaving you here seems to enrage me so much.” His eyes glowered, No answers to why the smell of Naraku’s miasma lingering on her body, makes him so angry he wants to shred that spider with his claws.  “So do not test my patience further.” Sesshomaru he said finally. “Is that understood, Wei?”

I nodded quietly. My heart still hammering in my chest. This was weird. This mortal form was making my heart race for no reason.

Maybe it was the exhaustion of it all, that I allowed him to touch me. His arms wrapped around my frame gently, cautious like I was made of glass.

I curled my fingers around one of the horns of his armor, putting my other hand over his shoulder. We leapt up into the sky again and I pinned my gaze on the stars.

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AHHHHHHHHHHH I'm finally done with this chapter, the next ones are gonna have some more angst get ready.