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I Never Thought
By DaughterofBastet


A/N: I have no idea why I'm writing this. It just came to me. I won't be posting it, of course.

Disclaimer: I don't own.



Is this your idea of a joke?


I never thought it would happen this way.

Never thought that pink blur in front of me would take the blow I knew I couldn't dodge.

Never thought I'd see that face again.

Never thought I'd ever have to see another ookami killed by Naraku after this battle.

Never thought I'd have to see another ookami killed during this battle.

I don't really remember the next few minutes... Or was it an hour?

Time meant little to me; it began again when that mutt grabbed my shoulder.

There was... understanding in his eyes, and... pity.

I slapped his hand away, jumped back easily.

I hadn't noticed, but at some point I must have moved... well...

There was a figure sprawled against a nearby tree—one of the few that had survived—lying as though thrown.

Red, pink, grey... they blended together as my mind tried to process what had just happened.

Naraku was dead. My woman was safe.

That was all that mattered.

That mutt's big brother, Sesshomaru turned gracefully to leave, sheathing his katana, a twin to Inuyasha's untransformed.

Kagome had mentioned, at some point, that it could bring back the dead; but I had definitely seen his kenki, a great, destructive power that made Tetsusaiga look like a child's toy.

Forget the crescent portal I had heard about.

This creature was powerful beyond my imagination.


And Kagome was running after him.

“Sesshomaru-sama... onegai...”

I watched, arms crossed, pretending I didn't care; she could take care of herself, and there was no one else to protect.

I had one person to protect.


She'd be fine.

“Teme! Bakayarya—don't you hear her?!”

The mutt's voice grated on my ears; I ignored him, eyes scanning the field.

The monk, the houshi no hentai, lay motionless on the ground, beads thankfully wrapped around the glove covering his kazaana.

The tajiya knelt over him, as well as that boy-child: it seemed she couldn't decide which one... meant more to her?

Wasn't that boy her brother, or something?

“Listen, aniki...” My head turned back to the creature in white; I had seen him in his true form, when he had dissolved a good half of that blasted hanyo's body, before using his brother as a shield to return to that humanoid form which seemed equally lethal. “Instead of slicing you to pieces, how about you just do this one thing for us, and you can on your way.”

I snorted quietly; idle threats would never move the great Lord Sesshomaru: I had little prior knowledge of him, but I had seen enough.

Glancing over my shoulder, I had to tear my eyes away from the sight, returning them to Sesshomaru.

“Hn. This Sessshomaru has no—”

“Yes he bloody well does!!”

Tetsusaiga was raised; Sesshomaru...

I shifted slightly, concealing my shock as the taiyoukai knocked the blade out of the way—out of his brother's hands—and wrapped one of two hands around the hanyo's neck, claws digging into the flesh.

Naturally, Inuyasha's hands came up to grasp Sesshomaru's wrist; naturally, he ignored the threat, concentrating on the hanyo's “weakness” concerning mortal women.

I had wondered, for a while, what his relationship with his “ward” was, but after a while I gave up trying to understand the enigma that was Lord Sesshomaru.

Sesshomaru-sama... you are too clever for your own good.

I did not think of the figure behind me; no, my entire concentration was focused on the group before me.

Poison talons pointed almost lazily toward Kagome—I knew he would not harm her; Inuyasha would easily comply—he asked, “Maa, ototo, if you wanted something from me...”

A flick of his wrist, and the hanyo was some twenty feet away, massaging his neck.

“Why did you not simply ask?”

“Because you would've said no anyway!!”

“At last, ainoko learns.”

Growling, Inuyasha lurched to his feet, lunging at his brother—only to be reminded by a quirk of Sesshomaru's eyebrow and a twitch of his fingers, the tips just touching Kagome's neck, that he didn't really have a choice.

Ignoring the drama unfolding before me(the mutt would give in eventually, to whatever his brother was demanding; likely, he just wanted him to die and/or leave him alone), my eyes slid to the monk and boy once more.

I couldn't remember his name, but when he had attempted to fight against his master, Naraku had assured himself, at the very end, to punish him and his sister for that defiance.

The last order Naraku ever gave was for Kohaku—that's what it was—to dig out the Shikon shard in his shoulder.

One more kakera for me...

I glanced at my wrist, contemplating the irony of the situation.


Such a clever comeback.

Wait—what was he going to do?

“Sesshomaru-sama...” At last, everyone's eyes settled on her. “Onegai, please bring them back...”

“Baka no koto. I have no time to banter with ningen.”

“I think you owe us something... for helping you defeat Naraku. That houshi saved your life, whether you'll admit it or not.”

I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth; and that wasn't all.

“Besides, if it weren't for Shippo, your ward would be dead, yo?”

He twitched, and I realized that great demon lord hadn't noticed the absence of the child... though she wasn't really a child anymore. I supposed she was beautiful enough, but she wasn't my type.

What is my type?

Kagome, of course.

Brave, beautiful, loving, kind, miko powers and the ability to sense Shikon shards...

Without a word, the taiyoukai turned away; I knew Kagome wanted her friend's brought back(at least, that's what I told myself), so I added, “Unless, of course, you are not a man of honour.”

A youkai of honour, but nevertheless…

He seemed the type to be concerned about few things in life: pride and honour being the chief ones, as is charcteristic of inu youkai.

Besides, he was the former Inu no Taisho's—the famous one's—musuke, was he not? Surely his son, the new Inu no Taisho, would have the same views… save perhaps the whole humans-are-insects-to-be-trodden-on mindset.

Which still didn't explain the girl…

He stopped in his tracks, motionless; I abandoned paying attention to him, because I knew the aloof, stoic demon lord had given in.

Pride. Hmph.

At last, I confronted the figure by the tree, by the boku I was much loath to approach.

Striking red hair in two ponytails, pink and pale grey attire, closed eyes that, when open, I knew would be a bright emerald…

But they wouldn't open again.

“H… houshi-sama?” One ear twitched as the scent of life drifted toward me, where there had once definitely been death.


So, he had revived the monk…

“Oh, kami-sama… Sango-san…”

A brief pause, then, “Ane-ue?”

… and the boy.

Great. Fine. Peachy.

A soft voice caught my attention: so that was what had convinced him! My words may have caught the girl's notice, but her complete belief in him surely would have moved him to action. I could smell it on him.

I felt his youki(his incredible youki, so strong I nearly flinched)approach me; I neither spoke nor moved.


Obviously, I did not.

“This Sesshomaru does not repeat himself.”

Abruptly, I was elbowed(rather discreetly)out of the way; I did not hear the blade drawn, so I assumed he had given up and just left it out.

So, he cares about her opinion that much, huh?

I stood back, watching, both of our faces expressionless; he stood over her for some time, waiting. Then, without warning, he slashed the sword—Tenseiga was its name—through the air.

He did not attack anything I could see, but these invisible creatures—for, by the way he had swung his tsurugi, he must have killed more than one—had to be related to his odd move. Soul-bearers, or some such thing; that sort of thing had never really interested me as a child.

Then I heard it.


Then again.

A heartbeat.

Lungs took in air, blood rushed through veins; one hand twitched, and then—


When it became clear that was it, I suddenly became angry; rounding on the taiyoukai, I demanded, “Maa, why didn't it work? Doshite?”

His cold tone made me pause, but it was nothing to the words, once I had processed them.

“Tenseiga cannot bring back an unwilling soul.”

Then he turned, calling calmly, unhurriedly, for the girl and that toad-thing.

His words echoed in my head, sounding over and over.

Tenseiga cannot bring back an unwilling soul.

… an unwilling soul…

cannot bring back…

I closed my eyes for a full second; opening them, I spared a glance over my shoulder.

Inuyasha held my woman in his arms, speaking quietly to her while the rest of their group embraced and greeted each other a little too loudly for my taste.

Returning my gaze to the one before me, I paused, unsure of my course.

Should I leave her here?

No… her grandfather would want her back; not only for sentimental reasons, but because to die in battle was an honourable way to pass from this world.

Was that what she wanted? An honourable death? Was that why she refused to return to life?

I… had gathered a sense of fulfillment just before her soul slipped away.

What was that supposed to mean?

She felt she had accomplished everything?

Was it only a decade ago she came demanding I fulfill my promise?

Surely she had not resigned herself to death over something like that. Besides, her people needed her.

Was she that selfish?

No—I remembered something about some bastard son, a half-brother, a decade or so younger; he could take her place.

Our tribes would not merge… then again, I hadn't been planning on it anyway, not really.

It wasn't as though there was anything left of mine, enough to matter, at least.

But surely… surely someone as strong as she was would have clung to life more tightly than that!

… unwilling…

I stooped, gathering the girl into my arms, accidentally brushing the tree with my elbow as I passed; no one would notice my absence for some time. It was probably better that way.

The scents of my kinsmen reached my nose, as did the stench of death from the figure in my arms.

You're such an idiot


“Oi, Koga!”

“Hey—who's that?”

Ayame, washi wa baka desu.


A/N: Okay, so I did post it... After I lost it. No, not that way! I gotta go… ><


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