Something Entirely Different by JustAnotherGirl

I did not try.

Something Entirely Different

JustAnotherGirl

Disclaimer ~ nope, not mine.

Author's Note: Once again, I'll blame my muse on this. That bitch is still drunk on schnapps. If you are expecting something light and fluffy, you'll be disappointed. This is a bit dark, though it still retains a happy ending. I wrote this during a storm of literary madness, typing it all within a day. When I started, I had no earthly idea what was going to happen because my muse, the bitch that she is, happens to enjoy keeping me in the dark.

Anyways, you can try it out if you want, but please, no flames. Despite previous praise, my ego is still too weak to stand up to overly brutal attacks. There's nothing you can say to change the story anyways, so what's the point of regaling me with how much you utterly hated it?

Enjoy if you can.

Part 1: I did not try

He supposed that he should not be surprised to see her standing there aiming her bow so defiantly at him from behind his half-brother. He should have seen it coming, really, considering how difficult the girl had been to kill before. Always something kept her from dying, whether it be Tessaiga in his father's body or Inuyasha every other time. Still he was shocked to find her still breathing, perhaps because he distinctly remembered killing her exactly a week before.

In planning this excursion to retrieve his father's sword, he had expected to find the hanyou distraught over the loss of his precious miko. Upon striking her down that day he found her wandering alone in the forest, he knew that the death could be used for his advantage seeing as she clearly meant something to the half-breed. But now there before him was his brother, as irate as ever, and the girl trembling despite her courageous attempts to shoot him.

It was bothersome really. His memory had not failed him, the girl had been dead. He'd watched as her blood pooled into the leaves beneath her body and smirked in pleasure. It had been entirely too easy, but it had never occurred to him that she may have lived through the ordeal. That was plausible, he supposed, but still, a week after such a major injury, she shouldn't be able to stand there, glaring at him. Something was nagging him at the back of his mind, whispering that something was seriously amiss, but he ignored it and decided he had simply underestimated her strength. This time he would take glee in watching her die and she would not come back. She had defied him by living and she would pay with her life.

A quick battle ensued and the hanyou was struck down, bleeding profusely through several large wounds. He would probably survive, if his demon blood was strong enough, but it would have killed a human several times over. Speaking of which, he proceeded to bat away the miko's irritating arrows and approach the girl, intent on thoroughly killing her this time. When she was finally out of arrows, he sped up and instantly held her tiny neck in his remaining arm.

"You are alive." The phrase was both a statement and a demand for explanation.

"Yeah, what of it?" the girl squeaked. Apparently it hadn't occurred to her that he was itching to finish off the job he had started last week.

"Die."

With a flick of his wrist and a tightening of his wrist, the girl's precious neck snapped and crushed, her life instantly draining out, her defiant eyes instantly becoming dull. Smirking, he dropped her lifeless body to the ground and turned his attention back to the hanyou who was recovering quickly and gaining righteous anger over his human's death.

"Sesshoumaru!" he shouted inanely while charging the demon lord, sword raised dramatically.

The battle began anew, the hanyou relying on his distress to fuel his muscles and the youkai thoroughly pleased that he was able to incite such emotion in his brother. Hatred and anger practically flowed off the half-breed.

Striking down the hanyou, he pulled his sword back for the final blow. In just a few short seconds Tessaiga would be his. A sudden intense pain in his arm halted the assault. Stopping in his tracks, he stared at the glowing arrow protruding from his forearm. Surely it couldn't be...

Turning his gaze to the downed miko, his eyes widened further. There, where there should rightly be a body growing colder, was the girl, perfectly fine and preparing another arrow she had gathered.

He wasted no time in killing her again. However, this time he watched her, intent on being positive that the girl was completely, entirely dead. Once more, the blood pooled beneath her as she faded from existence. She was most certainly dead, just as she should be. There was absolutely no way the girl could ever be brought back, with the exception of his Tenseiga, which, of course, he would never waste on such a human.

Turning his attention back to his struggling half brother, he prepared the killing blow once more. The blade swept down and flesh was easily sliced in half. However, upon closer inspection, the sword never reached the hanyou. Instead, spread over the still breathing body was the girl, most definitely dead this time, having stopped his blade from its target by inserting herself in its way.

As much as the hanyou yelled at him for retribution, there was no way the demon lord could leave now. This would be the third time he had killed the girl in as many minutes. If she came to life once more, he would know something was terribly wrong. Sure enough, right when he was sure she would never rise again, an odd green glow surrounded her body and time seemed to rewind for her. Watching with unveiled awe, he witnessed the blood he had spilt pouring back into her tiny body, the wounds he had created closing, and the breath returning to her body. In the space of a few seconds, she was alive and perfectly fine.

"Hey! You tried to kill me!"

"I did not try, wench."

Deciding that further information was necessary before he continued this sport, the demon lord turned and walked away, leaving a miko screaming her indignities and a brutally injured hanyou in his wake.