SessKag; Breath of the Wild

ONE

Kagome woke up with sand in her mouth and she gagged only to sneeze out more sands. Blearily opening her eyes, she looked up and all around her with confusion. She was certain that she was in a more bizarre surrounding last she was conscious. So how in all the layers of heaven and hell did she ended up in Tottori?

As she sat up, her whole body screaming in pain as she moved her muscles, Kagome theorized that perhaps whatever it was that happened back in Inuyasha's father's tomb blasted her and the others out but displaced them beyond the borders of the village in the middle of Musashi because she if she do recall correctly about the map of Japan back during the feudal era, Tokyo was once Musashi and the territory of the daimyo Hojo. Clearing her head as she tried to find the end of the ever growing desert of Tottori because it shouldn't be as big as it was in her time; it was 30 km wide back in her time though it was slowly shrinking due to several reasons.

Kagome was mulling over these facts in her head as she tried to look for her fellow ally, having nothing else to fill the quiet air as she walked across the rather large area. But if she was to be honest with herself at that very moment she simply does not want to think that they were so far separated that she's all alone in the vast desert with no provision to support her life until she find the exit to the desert. The thought of dying alone from both hunger and thirst was so terrifying that she simply does not want to think about it. She doesn't think that even bandits would survive in this far in the vast empty land with nothing to steal from. If they were wise, they would linger by the border.

But youkai that strife in this condition might lurk underneath her at this very moment, what could stop them from gobbling up a nice fresh human with the added benefit of the sought after jewel shard she's carrying with her? There's no Inuyasha to buffer them, to keep her company and safe. Kagome never thought that she would miss the brash hanyou. Even that imp Jaken would be a welcome company over this restless quiet of the death trap known as the desert.

The sun was beating on her person now, Kagome breathed heavily as she seemed to drag herself forward. She does not know how to find the border; she's simply relying on her gut to take her to safety. Her survival skill was next to none, what need does a city girl like her for survivor skill? Her family was a domestic, non-adventurous shrine keeper. The most contact she had with the wilderness was when she joined the three days two nights camping trip her school arranged in the nearby park back in elementary. She barely recalls how to make fire, even that with some modern camping tips and tricks.

Kagome was as good as a sitting duck in open season without Inuyasha or Kaede to aid her.

As she sighed, trying to steer her mind away from her current predicament less despair take hold of her, Kagome continued to keep up her optimistic personality. She wandered the desert some more before finally saw some rocks just up ahead. Thinking that she could use some shade, she rushed toward the rocks and would have smiled with relief if it wasn't because of the other person occupying the rather shaded side of the rock.

Kagome's smiled dropped as she closed her jaw with a snap. Of all the people she could have come across, she just have to come across the big bad himself; Sesshoumaru.

Kagome may be an optimist but she can also be cruelly honest to herself when it suite her. And so here at this very moment she will be honest and say that Sesshoumaru scares her. Sure with each encounter with youkai dead set on getting the jewel, she brushed shoulders with death. But with each brush, Inuyasha always managed to get her out of her stitch and pull her away from death's claws. So the fear of death never did set into her fully.

But when Sesshoumaru had turned his corrosive poison on her, and Inuyasha's desperate cry with the full knowledge that he won't make it in time to save her, Kagome faced the full reality of her dreamlike situation. Kagome had so many things happening to her for the past week that she never have the time to really let the dire situation that her life was targeted and that she almost died several times set in. In short, she was in shock and it numbed the full brunt of the situation she was forced into. Inuyasha's constant presence and aid also lulled her into a sense of security. Often she felt that at any moment she will wake up and realized that she had hit her head in the well house or something similar, her lucid dream being so due to her grandfather's yet another lecture of youkai and the Shikon no Tama.

And now, with her uncertain situation and lack of her only rock (Inuyasha) in all this madness, Kagome have no choice but to face her reality; she is stranded in the middle of nowhere with no cover and no provision with the scariest thing that she had ever faced in her young life just a few steps in front of her.

Kagome gulped, feeling the scratchy muscles of her throat working uncomfortably as she stared at her recent death proxy. Then as she realized that he was ignoring her presence, she walked closer toward the only shade in this hellish heat. When he still didn't move, she gathers her scattered courage and come closer until she too feel the cooling shade loom over her. Releasing a scared but quiet sigh of relief from escaping the heat, she sat down just a few steps away from death.

Beside her, Sesshoumaru was trying his best to weather the unbearable heat. It was unnaturally hot and he, in all his travel even to the sandy dunes of Izumo it was never this hot. Even in the height of summer on the isles of Tsushima and Iki it was never this hot. His armor, Moko-moko pelt and the silk of his garb does not help with regulating his body's rising temperature. It also does not help that he was feeling unwell.

Whatever it was that happened in his father's tomb, it affected him negatively. He felt nauseous and his head was spinning. The air smelled strange and the nature's energy that have always been there at the edge of his senses, trained to dull when it come to that particular sense due to how overwhelming it can get, felt off and foreign which was strange and alarming in its own.

Nature is nature; it should not be different no matter where he stands in the world. And yet it does and it does not help his weakened state. The more he tried to make sense of his surrounding, to study it with his extended senses, the sicker he gets until he had to disconnect himself from one of the most important aspect for being youkai.

Above, the sun was slowly shifting and soon he will need to move to follow the shade to stay cool. That was when he noticed the rather familiar energy approaching him, the scent of sudden fear spiking proof to him that the approaching energy recognized him. He soon recognized the scent that teased his dulled scent, duller than usual but still superior than most, and his mind brings forth the most unwanted image of the strange harlot travelling with his bastard sibling.

He wanted to snarl at her, to terrorize her into leaving him alone but then the need for something familiar tugged strongly at him. He did not realize just how badly affected he was by this strange place that her energy, the very antithesis of his own, was like a balm against a burned wound, a glass of cooled water in the height of summer, a campfire in winter. It felt so much like home that he was petrified by the sensation, so much so that he did not do anything as she came closer.

He wondered if she was there to finish the job but it doesn't seem so. Instead, she seemed to gather confidence which was lacking in her aura before as she approaches him, shaky as they were. He readied his poison whip should she proof to be a danger but when she stop a scant few meter from him, just a mere three steps away from him he wondered just what it was she was up to.

Once she cease all movement and labored breathing calmed down, Sesshoumaru peeked through his lashes only to see the scantily dressed woman sitting under the shade beside him. She was starting to doze off although the scent of fear and wariness still permeated through the air between them. Yet, her fatigue won over and she lost her conscious.

Once he was sure that she was lost to the conscious world, he turned his head and stared at her. Once again he reached out to the world and again, the sense of wrongness and the feeling of vertigo grabbed hold of him mercilessly. He felt so sick until his senses latched onto the only thing right and that was this slip of a girl beside him. It latched onto her like a leech onto an open, bleeding wound.

And the longer his senses grab hold onto her, the lesser the vertigo and wrong, wrong, wrong that plagued him. He snarled quietly to himself as it seemed that he could not use her for sustenance or kill her to end his aggravation.

He will keep her alive, he counsel to himself, because without her presence this world make him sick. Until he desensitizes himself from the strange reaction he was having he will keep her alive.