A Demon's Journey: Love Beyond Time

Chapitre 2: Meeting Sesshomaru

The stars above shimmered like distant memories, each one a reminder of the life she had left behind. I should be trying to go back, she thought, watching the twinkling lights in the sky. I don't belong here.

But then, why did it feel like she did? Why did this world feel more real than anything she had ever known? The battles, the demons, the fire coursing through her veins—everything here was vivid, alive.

She clenched her fists, feeling the heat of Nezuko's power rising to the surface, licking at her skin like a familiar, dangerous friend. She had become stronger, more adept at wielding the flames, and each fight had honed her instincts. She wasn't the scared, confused girl who had woken up in this world. She was different now.

I'm a part of this world, she realized, the thought hitting her harder than she expected. And yet, there was a part of her that longed for something more—something she couldn't quite place.

Her mind drifted to Sesshomaru again. The demon lord was an enigma, cold and distant, yet his presence was impossible to ignore. Every time their paths crossed, her heart raced, not out of fear but... something else.

No, she scolded herself, I can't think like that. Whatever she felt, whatever strange connection was building between them, it didn't matter. He was dangerous, far more dangerous than anyone in this world. She had to stay focused on her plan—to change the course of history, to prevent the tragedies that were yet to unfold.

But she couldn't deny that something about him fascinated her.

Weeks passed, and the tension between them only grew stronger. Sesshomaru remained as aloof as ever, but there were moments—fleeting, barely noticeable—where his gaze lingered on her a second too long. Where his sharp words seemed softer, less cutting. And every time, she found herself wondering: Does he feel it too?

One night, as she sat by a fire in a secluded forest clearing, she sensed him approaching long before he appeared. His aura was unmistakable—cold, powerful, but not hostile. Not to her.

"You've been following me." Her voice was calm, though her heart raced in anticipation. She didn't need to turn to know he was there, standing in the shadows.

Sesshomaru stepped forward, his silver hair catching the glow of the firelight, his golden eyes unreadable as they locked onto hers. "You overestimate your importance," he replied coolly, though the flicker of something else in his gaze betrayed him.

Liar, she thought, hiding a smile.

"Then what brings you here?" she asked, her tone teasing as she finally turned to face him. "Curiosity? Or something else?"

He said nothing, but the way he watched her was different tonight—intense, focused, like he was trying to unravel a mystery that had eluded him for far too long.

"You know," she continued, standing up to meet his gaze, "you're not as indifferent as you like to pretend."

For a moment, his eyes flashed with something dangerous, but just as quickly, it was gone. "You think you understand me, demon?" His voice was low, threatening, but there was a challenge in it, one she wasn't about to back down from.

"I understand more than you think," she said softly, stepping closer to him. The flames around them crackled, but she wasn't afraid. Sesshomaru's presence didn't scare her anymore. If anything, it excited her.

"I see the way you look at the world," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Like it's beneath you. Like nothing can touch you." She paused, her eyes locking with his. "But I don't think that's true."

He didn't respond immediately, but his gaze didn't waver. For a moment, the air between them was thick with unspoken words, charged with an energy she couldn't explain. Then, in a move that caught her off guard, Sesshomaru reached out, his claws gently grazing the side of her face, his touch colder than ice but sending heat straight to her core.

"You think you know me?" he whispered, his voice like silk, deadly and beautiful all at once. "You know nothing."

Her breath caught, but she didn't flinch, meeting his gaze with the same intensity he gave her. "Maybe," she replied, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her, "but I'm willing to learn."

For a brief second, something flickered in Sesshomaru's eyes—something almost human. But before she could decipher it, he withdrew his hand and stepped back, his usual cold mask slipping back into place.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing," he said quietly, his voice returning to its usual calm, emotionless tone. "And if you continue, you will get burned."

She smirked, her eyes flashing with a spark of defiance. "I've always liked playing with fire."

Their encounters grew more frequent after that night, each one filled with the same tension, the same unspoken connection. They rarely spoke, but their eyes told stories neither of them were ready to admit. She could feel herself getting pulled deeper into his world, into his orbit, and she didn't know how to stop it—or if she even wanted to.

But as the days passed, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was coming. Something dark. The timeline of events she knew was drawing closer to the inevitable conflicts. Naraku's schemes, InuYasha's battles, the gathering of the sacred jewel shards—it was all happening, just as she remembered. And with every passing moment, she felt the weight of her mission pressing down on her.

I have to change things. The thought haunted her every night. I can't let it all end the way it did before.

Yet, even as her resolve strengthened, so did her connection to Sesshomaru. He was becoming more than just an obstacle, more than just a powerful figure in this world. He was becoming a part of her story. And that scared her more than anything.

One evening, as they stood side by side on a cliff overlooking a vast, mist-covered valley, she felt a strange sense of peace. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of distant battles, of destiny unfolding far away. Sesshomaru stood silent beside her, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"You plan to change the course of this world," he said suddenly, breaking the silence. It wasn't a question, but a statement of fact. He had seen through her long ago.

She nodded slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. "I do."

For a long moment, he said nothing, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. "Do you think you can?"

She met his gaze, her own filled with determination. "I have to."

For the first time since she had met him, Sesshomaru's mask cracked, if only for a moment. There was a flicker of something—understanding, perhaps. Or maybe, it was something more.

"Then you will need power," he said quietly, turning to face her fully. "More than you have now."

Her breath caught as his words sunk in. Is he offering to help me?

"I won't stand in your way," he added, his voice like velvet. "But I won't save you if you fall."

She smiled, a mixture of gratitude and challenge in her eyes. "I wouldn't expect you to."

And for the first time, Sesshomaru smiled back—just the faintest hint of one, but it was enough.

This is the beginning, she thought, as they stood together, side by side. The beginning of something that could change everything.