Kindred Spirits

Strike in the Moonless Night

Peering towards the black sky devoid of any stars,Sesshomaru gritted his teeth. Knowing fully well what was to come. A grand battle which would soon take place the moment the moon was vacant from the world. Preparing himself for the battle, with his hand firmly on the hilt on his new blade "Akumosai". Sesshomaru couldn't help but to be drawn to Shizuka's bedside. The desire to be at her side so strong and compelling the great Dog Demon struggled to fight the urge to leave the battlefield. He knew he was needed here. He knew that there was no yokai nor warrior capable of defending his land or love better than he. Here among the battlefield.

Among the soon to be bloodstained terrain, here where Sesshomaru would stake his very life upon. Thus land. The earth in which his child would soon reign over in his stead. Yes, this was not simply a battle of any normal sort. No this was far beyond that. Even more so than blood itself. This battle was about the very future itself. What kind of world would his child, his pup be born into? That was what this battle was for. In order to create a better world for the future of his dynasty. His family. A world where his child and adoring Empress were free. A world where Sesshomaru could gaze upon Shizuka's face filled with so much joy and warmth that seemed to almost become surreal to Sesshomaru. Around her he wasnt too sure what was real and what was an illusion.

But as long as that smile remained on that lovely face of hers it didnt matter to Sesshomaru. As long as he could keep her from harm. Never to see her face so broken, so unbecoming of her. So....sorrowful that Sesshomaru himself struggled not to let out a cry of irritation. For just the mere thought of Shizuka's tearstained face was enough to push Sesshomaru over the edge. He hated it. Seeing her in such a way. Broken down to a mere woman whom at one point seemed nesrly untouchable. Unscathed by anything around her. But when she crumbled, when Shizuka could bear it no more. That mask of hers would fall, and with a loud clank of the mask hitting the ground. It was then that Sesshomaru saw Shizuka for who she truly was. And still he accepted her, flaws and all. And why not? After all did she not do the same for him?

Did Shizuka not cause Sesshomaru mask to crumble under her fingertips. Forcing him to walk in the once burning path called life. To actually enjoy himself and his time alive. For with Shizuka the only thing that ever mattered was her. Maybe it was because she was a Celestial Being. Made from the purests thoughts of man taking flesh. A true blessing. A God among men and Yokai. Truly untouchable, unmatched. And unwilling to lose hope on humanity. It was something that till this day repulsed Sesshomaru to no end. But he knew Shizuka's will could nkt be undone. She was a spirited woman, one whom dared to stand up to Sesshomaru. One brave enough to truly see Sesshomaru for who he was. And one strong enough to bear his child in such horrid times.

Taking in a deep breath Sesshomaru watched as the sky grew horribly dark. So dark infact you could no longer see the once snow colored clouds. For they had been tainted by the never-ending night. Changing from their once sunny hue to that of a smokey grey. As for the sun itself it was nearly nonexistent with its once brilliant rays of light were blanketed by the full moon. Who dared to block the warm glow of the sun. In a mere instant the world around Sesshomaru had vastly changed for the once green grass at his feet had now wilted and turned a silly brown hue. Tree which once bore multicolored flowers had now lost their lively hue and now their lifeless blooms blew across the terrain. The very tree that held the blooms crumbled to the earth nearly dissipating the moment it crashed to the ground. Creating a thick harsh fog in the air causing the already weak humans at his side to cough violently. All the while others examined the horrid shape of the land and stated

"Never has the land been so void of life. This indeed is no ordinary eclipse. We must double the security around the Celestial and the babe she will bear! That child will breathe life back into this land, this is a all-!" The babbling priest began but was silenced by a sudden strike to his chest from behind. Coughing up crimson the holy man averted his gaze down to his wound. Which centered in his right pectoral. Where a white tentacle stood wiggling its way deeper into the entry point causing the man to scream out in pain. As a vile miasma been to seep from the tentacle and into the man's very bloodstream. The man continued to scream for his life as the toxic began to turn his flesh into a horrid purple hue signalling it was far too late for the man.

The priests whom witnessed the man's demise closed their eyes in prayer as the man's screams soon ceased as the tentacle seemed to grow bored and began to violently whip around the large wound until finally ripping the man in half. A stunned look on the man's face as his eyed continued to dart back and fourth in fear. Unaware of the fact his fate wss already done. "You dare to have mere humans fight me?" Commented a familiar voice that till this day sent shivers down Sesshomaru's spine. Gripping onto Akumosai's hilt, relaying to the others to remain on their toes. For this would truly be the battle of their lives. As the disgusting appearence of Naraku caused many holy men to drop their weapons amd run.

But it was too late. There would be no escape from their own demise as 8 tentacle like appendages shot out in all directions of the runaway priests, killing them all in a single shot to the neck. Severing their very necks as the bodies tumbled to the ground in disarray. Wearing his traditional white baboons cloak,Naraku shed that attire revealing his pale skin,long black hair and crimson gaze. Revealing the true horrid yokai Naraku truly was hidden behind his collected face. "Is this truly all you have to offer?" Naraku mocked as he retracted his now crimson soamed tentacles with an evident grin on his lips. "If so then this battle is over." Naraku continued as unable to contain his rage Sesshomaru bound into the air, the intent to kill burnining in his irises. Drawing Akumosai from its sheathe Sesshomaru slashed at Naraku. Stunning the yokai as he used his tentacles as a fleshy sheild but it did no good. As the blade effortlessly went through his appendages like butter. Before Sesshomaru released a loud roar as his blade ripped through Naraku's flesh. Releasing a strained cry Naraku's body slumped against Akumosai. His very body sizzling away due to the physical contact with the holy blade.

It was then that Sesshomaru retracted his crimson and miasma dripping blade from the wound. Watching as the Naraku before him cackled loudly, mocking Sesshomaru as a demon puppet stood in the bodies place. Grittinf his teeth Sesshomaru peered around him as another copy of Naraku appeared before him. Although this one appeared to be different from the rest. For his very body stank of death and blood. And most of all poison. Alerting Sesshomaru that this one was a puppet as well.

It appeared the dying holy man had a point. This was all indeed a rues. And the main target was non other than Shizuka and thier child. Roaring loudly once more Sesshomaru ran towards the villa hacking amd slashing through any that stood in his way. Shouting back to the humans to destroy the demon puppets. But Sesshomaru couldn't help to feel wish a sudden wave of dread which seemed to vibrate through him. He swore no harm would come to Shizuka and he meant it. Even if it cost him his very life she would live. This he swore.