It's been forever since I've written anything; sorry if anyone once followed me.

It had been a miscalculation that almost destroyed him and a seemingly worthless sword that saved him. Sesshomaru hadn't even considered the astronomical odds of Inuyasha actually unlocking Tetsusaiga's power. Either Inuyasha was incredibly stupid, or incredibly lucky. Probably both. Whatever the reason, Sesshomaru had been hit full force with the Wind Scar at close range. Had he not been carrying his Tenseiga he would've undoubtedly died by the hands of his retched half-demon…brother. Half-brother.

The pain had been so intense he had actually yelled as his very armor crumbled away. His eyes glowed red as his demon blood boiled in an attempt to strengthen his body, but it did nothing. At the last moment, his despised Tenseiga enveloped him in light and used the power of the Wind Scar to carry its master a safe distance away.

Several hours had passed, yet Sesshomaru lay on the ground motionless with blood seeping through his wounds, soaking into his clothes. When he finally awoke, it wasn't even a full five seconds before he saw and heard movement in the bushes. Shooting up in a fraction of a second, he let out a tremendous growl, his eyes still red as his animalistic survival mode remained in control. A human girl, maybe eight at the most, peeked at him from around a tree and stared directly in his eyes. She posed no threat, but he still wouldn't rest until she had left and he was sure no other creature was around to disturb him.

Later that night, he awoke to see a canteen by his side. It wasn't quite within arm's reach, but it was still fairly close. His gazed stayed on the simple container; two distinct thoughts in his mind: how did he not notice her and why would she bother trying to help. It was obvious it had been the little girl; his annoying vassal Jaken wouldn't have stopped blabbering and weeping "oh Sesshomaru" this and "oh Sesshomaru" that in his irritatingly high pitched voice. He must have lost far more blood than he realized for her to be able to get so close to him- his ears and nose were one of the most sensitive of all demons in existence.

That still left the question of why. He had certainly made a great first impression on her- snarling so viciously he heard her heart stop for a moment. It was actually lucky that he had been as injured as he was, otherwise he most definitely would've killed her on the spot. As much as he hated to admit how wounded he truly was, he was too proud to accept her innocent offer of water. It remained untouched when she came back around midnight. He couldn't make eye contact with her as she set a grilled fish for him next to the ignored water canteen.

How pathetic. Did he really look that badly hurt that he needed to be taken care of? By a human girl, nonetheless. Sesshomaru had never felt so degraded. This would have to be stopped immediately.

"Mind your own business girl." He callously told her. "Your generosity is wasted; I don't eat human food."

He had taken it easy on her, taking in consideration that she was only a child. She was merely trying to be nice; he knew she wouldn't be able to understand how belittling she was being to the great dog demon. He figured that his comment would be enough to get her to leave him alone for good. Though, as she left, he could see from the corner of his eyes how dejected she looked and again he wondered why she would possibly want to help him.

[Does anyone know what Sesshomaru eats? I'm starting to wondering if he doesn't photosynthesize...]