Inuyasha, "The Unquiet Winds" chapter nine
Fandom: Inuyasha
Title: The Unquiet Winds
Chapter Title: An Old Acquaintance
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters: Sesshoumaru, Kagura's reincarnation (inevitable Kagura/Sesshoumaru)
Genre: Fantasy/Supernatural/Suspense
Rating: PG-13 (overall)
Universe: Canon divergence, Modern
Notes: This new serial was started to follow the themes for contests at Livejournal. This is the tenth installment, written for the "it's funny how the seemingly quiet, are the ones to be most wary of" theme at i_b_4_y.
Story Summary: Natsumi dreams of another woman's past, a woman who desperately wants to reunite with the man she loves, even if Natsumi has to suffer in the end.
Sesshoumaru could only think of one individual still alive that could help him with his problem; however, visiting the old and spry Totosai always put him on edge. Yet Sesshoumaru knew this time that he had no choice.
Everyone else was dying out. Myoga, Ah and Un, his mother, and even his faithful servant Jaken had become victims to the supernatural plague that was claiming the corporeal lives of youkai. If there were other acquaintances still alive and around, he did not know.
At least, Totosai’s advice on Natsumi would be beneficial - or so he hoped.
A bell sang as Sesshoumaru entered the sword-smith's antique shop, and the smell almost sent him on his knees. Some things never change, he thought.
It took a good five minutes of wandering in circles at the shop before Totosai appeared. The old youkai was quieter in his centennial years, but despite his cowardice, he was still no one to be trifled with - at least, not if you were a human (of course, Sesshoumaru never would fear him, but it was just comforting to know other powerful youkai were still around). Looks are deceiving, Sesshoumaru thought, but he supposed on some level he did respect him.
“Ah, the ungrateful son,” he said, coming through ornate blue and gold curtains from the back. He was an obvious anachronism, wearing the same clothes as he had hundreds of years ago. (Sesshoumaru guessed that it was a perfect explanation for the smell.)
“You are still alive I see,” Totosai said, though Sesshoumaru couldn’t detect if he sounded astounded or relieved.
Sesshoumaru watched him coolly. “Totosai, I need your assistance,” he said, and he hoped Totosai sensed none of his immediate desperation.
“You know carrying swords is illegal now?” intoned the youkai amused, and Sesshoumaru frowned, feeling his usual pang of exasperation when dealing with him.
“It is about a demon’s reincarnation,” he said, getting to the point. He watched as Totosai blew out a heavy breath. He seemed intrigued, and Sesshoumaru didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.
“Well, that is tricky,” Totosai said, tapping his chin. “I take it this is not about Rin then.”
Sesshoumaru did indeed keep watch over many of Rin’s incarnations, but many of them tended to be boring and never able to replace his beloved ward. He shook his head once.
“It concerns Kagura,” he said, and Totosai looked slightly more interested, if that was possible.
“Ah, yes,” he said. “I didn’t think you would care.”
“Her spirit has been following me around for many years. Now it has finally reincarnated,” Sesshoumaru explained. “But things are not going well.”
Totosai rested his elbows on the glass case of his store and met Sesshoumaru’s eyes with a contemplative stare. “No, I imagine not.”
“You must tell me everything you know,” Sesshoumaru demanded, and Totosai exhaled heavily again.
“First,” he said, pointing a finger at him, and Sesshoumaru dreaded his reply, “You must help me with some chores.”
Title: The Unquiet Winds
Chapter Title: An Old Acquaintance
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters: Sesshoumaru, Kagura's reincarnation (inevitable Kagura/Sesshoumaru)
Genre: Fantasy/Supernatural/Suspense
Rating: PG-13 (overall)
Universe: Canon divergence, Modern
Notes: This new serial was started to follow the themes for contests at Livejournal. This is the tenth installment, written for the "it's funny how the seemingly quiet, are the ones to be most wary of" theme at i_b_4_y.
Story Summary: Natsumi dreams of another woman's past, a woman who desperately wants to reunite with the man she loves, even if Natsumi has to suffer in the end.
Sesshoumaru could only think of one individual still alive that could help him with his problem; however, visiting the old and spry Totosai always put him on edge. Yet Sesshoumaru knew this time that he had no choice.
Everyone else was dying out. Myoga, Ah and Un, his mother, and even his faithful servant Jaken had become victims to the supernatural plague that was claiming the corporeal lives of youkai. If there were other acquaintances still alive and around, he did not know.
At least, Totosai’s advice on Natsumi would be beneficial - or so he hoped.
A bell sang as Sesshoumaru entered the sword-smith's antique shop, and the smell almost sent him on his knees. Some things never change, he thought.
It took a good five minutes of wandering in circles at the shop before Totosai appeared. The old youkai was quieter in his centennial years, but despite his cowardice, he was still no one to be trifled with - at least, not if you were a human (of course, Sesshoumaru never would fear him, but it was just comforting to know other powerful youkai were still around). Looks are deceiving, Sesshoumaru thought, but he supposed on some level he did respect him.
“Ah, the ungrateful son,” he said, coming through ornate blue and gold curtains from the back. He was an obvious anachronism, wearing the same clothes as he had hundreds of years ago. (Sesshoumaru guessed that it was a perfect explanation for the smell.)
“You are still alive I see,” Totosai said, though Sesshoumaru couldn’t detect if he sounded astounded or relieved.
Sesshoumaru watched him coolly. “Totosai, I need your assistance,” he said, and he hoped Totosai sensed none of his immediate desperation.
“You know carrying swords is illegal now?” intoned the youkai amused, and Sesshoumaru frowned, feeling his usual pang of exasperation when dealing with him.
“It is about a demon’s reincarnation,” he said, getting to the point. He watched as Totosai blew out a heavy breath. He seemed intrigued, and Sesshoumaru didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.
“Well, that is tricky,” Totosai said, tapping his chin. “I take it this is not about Rin then.”
Sesshoumaru did indeed keep watch over many of Rin’s incarnations, but many of them tended to be boring and never able to replace his beloved ward. He shook his head once.
“It concerns Kagura,” he said, and Totosai looked slightly more interested, if that was possible.
“Ah, yes,” he said. “I didn’t think you would care.”
“Her spirit has been following me around for many years. Now it has finally reincarnated,” Sesshoumaru explained. “But things are not going well.”
Totosai rested his elbows on the glass case of his store and met Sesshoumaru’s eyes with a contemplative stare. “No, I imagine not.”
“You must tell me everything you know,” Sesshoumaru demanded, and Totosai exhaled heavily again.
“First,” he said, pointing a finger at him, and Sesshoumaru dreaded his reply, “You must help me with some chores.”