Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha.

The world was tilted on its axis when the poison hit his systems. His body was rejecting it as quickly as possible, but he could feel his organs shutting down and his sword arm going weak. Sesshomaru glared fiercely at the man across the burning field.

Naraku was dressed for the occasion, his hair pulled up into an elaborate tail that flowed like dark water down to his back. His smile was cold and frightening even though all his clones lay dead at his side. The small boy and girl piled one on top of the other, their white hair dyed block with their dried blood and Kagura was covered by her feather, covering her missing bottom half.

"Oh Lord of the West, did you really think you could beat me?" He mocked his dark eyes flashing as he spread his arms wide to the body's surrounding him. InuYasha was thrown into a crater and he didn't seem to be moving. The priest was gripping the cold hand of the demon hunter while clutching at the hole in his stomach. Sesshomaru noticed the priestess writhing on the ground, flighting the poison pumping throughout her body much the same as he was, her bow thrown to her side in her pain.

He refused to lose when he was so close to victory. Naraku had not been unblemished in the fight. InuYahsa landed the first blow, slicing his leg clean off and before he could regenerate it, the miko burned it to a crisp, slowing the process. He thought to applaud her ingenuity it they survived the battle. He himself had cut his chest and burned it with his poison, but a length of time had passed, and his miasma was healing his body.

Naraku laughed and it sounded as if two stones were grinding together. He raised his sword as Naraku's clashed down. The metal screeched and sparked, throwing off an all most whining noise. He could feel the poison hit his legs and he despised kneeing.

"Hey asshole!" A yell came from over his shoulder and he glanced in shock to the wobbling miko, holding her bow in her shaky and all most unresponsive hands. The evil man just laughed and pointed, not taking her seriously, but Sesshomaru caught the moment where determination lit her eyes, and her arms straitened and her stance became steady. She pulled her bow taunt and whispered to it, her words drowned out with Naraku's maniacal laughter, before letting it fly with a beautiful wiz.

The arrow buried itself in his chest, the fetching poking out from the place his heart should have been. His laughter had stopped and he had to do a double take to see that she had truly made the shot. When he let out a scream of outrage and threw his hand out, the thick purple miasma piled around the woman, filling her mouth until her choked screams pounded inside his scull and his protective instincts make his chest tighten, even she was not a real part of his pack.

"Stop!" His voice was strong, the voice of a ruler, not a man about to be killed. Naraku cackled but his face cringed when he shifted and the arrow grew pink around his flesh until it started turning the skin into charred remnants. He wanted to check to make sure the presets was ok, and he sighed in relief when her gasps and the sound of her throwing up caught his ears.

"Do you care for her, Sesshomaru? She is quite pretty but too bad she is a filthy human!" He mocked, stalking over to her and fisting a hand in her hair before dragging her towards a kneeling Sesshomaru. She twisted her head and bit him, her blunt teeth leaving marks but he didn't bleed. He cursed and tossed her at Sesshomaru's feet. The Lord of the West grabbed her arm and she shifted backwards almost into his lap. "Look at this! The priestess cowers and The Lord of the West knees at my feet. The world is as it should be."

Time seemed to slow, bend around them, and before he knew what he was doing, he curled his body around hers to take the black swords attach Naraku was planing to make. But the blade never landed. Both blinked up in confusion and watched as a Naraku did the same.

His hands fell to the ground and Kagome buried her head into his clothing to get the frightful screams and the image from where it had burned itself into her retinas. He remained leaning heavily on his sword and watched the battle unfold.

"A Lord of the West would never bow to the likes of you." She stated, her words proud and noble. Sesshomaru could feel her powers thrumming under her skin and his mouth was agape when he watched her pure white hair swish to the side when she looked over her shoulder the other Inu.

The mark of the heir of the Western Lands was between her brows and the violet stripes that crossed her sharp cheek bones were no imitation. The two on the ground started up in confusion and distrust at her bright golden eyes. Even from their standpoint, the girl looked exactly like him in almost every way but the darker, richer, tone to her skin. A small smile graced her mouth before she turned back to face a wailing Naraku.

He threw his head back and the earth quaked and cracked. The girl remained sure footed, shifting to the side a second before the ground split, always making it to level footing. Naraku's cries soon shifted to pained laughter, like something you might hear in a horror movie.

"You are just like them! I can see it in your eyes!" He cackled, clutching his stomach and ignored the fact he was missing his hands. He pointed with the stubs at the woman, clean dressed in a plain white kimono. "Even in the way you walk! You ooze purity. I despise people like you!"

"I don't exactly like your kind of people either." She responded, pulling the second sword from its sheath at her waist and putting one in each hand. Her handle on the swords seemed weak and then she tossed them in the air and caught them backwards, so the blades were facing to her back and the hilts faced a smirking Naraku.

"What do you think you could possibly do, that your kin haven't already done?!" He laughed and it was clear that the mastermind was since lost his mind, and now a man man stood where he once did. His white teeth were stained red and blood dripped from his mouth. He whipped at it impatiently and even from their crouched positions, they could see the dark stains that spread from different parts of his persons. He looked at them in disgust.

"I will do what no one has done with you, as of yet," Her bare feet padded light on the ground as she swayed over to his severed hands and stabbed a sword through each. Naraku reached for his chest and gasped. His gurgling was thick and harsh. " I will out smart you."

Sesshomaru expected Kagome to turn away, to cringe or hide her face in fear, but she held strong, watching as the man who had killed so many, choked on his own lifeblood. His muscles spammed and then he fell. He landed on the ground and his hollow eyes looked at the standing woman, bathed in the light of the rising sun, her blades, one pure white, the other a dark obsidian, saturated in blood. To much blood for hands. Just enough to be from a heart.

"Like the saying goes, 'You don't kill with your weapons, you kill with your hands and your heart.'" She sighed and it came out in an exhausted huff. She threw the severed body parts from her swords and ran her hands over them to clean off the remaining blood before rubbing them on her once clean kimono and sheathing them. "I'm sorry to scare you, my name is Yuzuki."

"I do not think that is our first concern." Sesshomaru stated, pushing a physically and mentally exhausted Kagome behind him. "Who sent you? What are you?"

"As I said, my name is Yuzuki." She repeated, looking around at the clearing miasma and the four dead bodies around the clearing. She held out her hand and from Naraku's corpse, the completed jewel flew from his chest and into her hands. Her face never changed but she held the jewel out to him and when he stretched out his hand, she smacked it away. "Not you, her!" She pointed to Kagome and the woman reached out her hand for the crystal, which Yuzuki dropped into. "As for who sent me, you did, and what am I you ask? I am your daughter."

This idea has been floating around my head for a while and I thought since I finally finished the OC's backgrounds, I would publish it. Tell me what you think.