The Snow Angel by SunsetMiko

The Test

Chapter 15 - The Test *Return to Destiny* (Stella's Soundtrack Challenge)

Sesshoumaru skidded to a stop just outside the Western borders. He remembered the pain of being thrown back by the barrier and had no desire to experience it again. He approached carefully, trying to decide how to test it, finally settling on slowly moving a paw towards the border. The instant he reached the edge he was zapped by the barrier. He yipped in pain as it singed the pads of his paw and mentally cursed.

Tsukiko's barrier held strong. The once-taiyoukai couldn't help but wonder how a concubine had managed to erect such a powerful barrier. To keep it in place, he had to be using magic that, as far as Sesshoumaru knew, he had no knowledge of or experience with. If he had the ability to communicate, he might have set out to investigate.

Several powerful witches and dark mikos resided in the West, but they were not stupid beings, and they would never have assisted with such treachery, no matter how well compensated they were. Taking such an action against the Western Lord would not end in their favor, that much was well known. That left only those outside the West. Those he would interrogate and intimidate until he got the answer he needed. If only he could speak.

If his mother had not used such a vile spell against him and he had been trapped outside of the West in his humanoid form,  things would have been different. As it was, there was nothing he could do now but wait for the shrew to realize he had yet to return. He had no idea how long that would take, as she never had cared much about his safety. No, the Western Lady only cared about herself and her needs. Her son only came to mind when it affected her somehow.

Sesshoumaru turned tail and ran as quickly as possible back to Kagome. He didn't want them to get too far away. Surely he would be able to track and locate them if necessary, but the longer he was gone, the longer the miko would worry about him. He did not want to be the cause of her pain, and he knew that she had been very upset when he left. Again he wished he had been able to tell her somehow that he would return, and he cursed his mother once more. The bitch would pay, not only for what she had done to him, but for every tear his sweet savior shed when he was forced to leave her permanently. That he swore.