Many a moon had passed since Sesshomaru had once been home. Though, while he knew nothing between himself and Noriko had changed, it was a strange tug on his conscious that drove him to hurry to his abode. Unusual, as he did not consider himself the sentimental type. Hurrying in the direction of his wife’s scent, he couldn’t help but notice something was amiss.
A force, like an ill pressure, loomed in the near distance. Whomever this presence was, it was certain, they had poor intentions either towards the demon lord or even towards Noriko. A pang rushed through him, golden orbs narrowing as he rushed, his hand resting on the hilt of the sword as he neared. Teeth clenched, a familiar feeling of dread dredged up from his gut, causing Sesshomaru’s throat to tighten.
This fear. It was just like that day. He had been too late to save Kagura, the wind witch, and once more that same feeling of helplessness washed over him. The same he had experienced when he thought he had lost Rin. No, he wouldn’t let that happen, not again, not this time.
“…!” Golden orbs scanned the lush fields before he finally spotted Noriko among the fauna, sword drawn, it was then a monstrous beast emerged from it’s hiding spot among the brush, heading straight towards the dog demon below. There was little time to react, summoning his whip, he proceeded to strike the beast and landed before the woman, the Bakusaiga in hand.
“Go.”
It was only as Noriko heard the unmistakable screech of metal against metal that she realised the imminent danger - she turned, raven tresses swaying in her wake as Sesshomaru leaped in front of her.
Noriko then looked between the great hulking beast and her husband. His instruction rang clear in her ears - she should leave, she was only in his way. But still she hesitated; her gaze focused on the backplate of Sesshomaru's armour, his silver hair brushed to one side by the wind. She swallowed. “But...”
