Just a quick recap of what's going on;

I wrote a sidestory to Siew Lee's PPF. Now, let's not
go on and on about how Kabato and Sechan met, we'll
jump off to their breakup instead.
Magic is not permanent, and magic that cements a bond
may last longer than ordinary bonds- maybe a few eons
or so- but it breaks anyway. When that happens, you
find yourself absolutely dry (unless of course your
mate happens to love you very much). 
This happened to Kabato and Sechan. 
So, they broke up. For those who have been following
PPF-Vengeance, you should be fairly familiar with 
Kabato, and Arisa. If you read the sidestory by
me, you should know Kiwasaki and Sera. 
Inu-yasha is the cute (potty-mouthed) dog-demon 
(inuki) of 50 years gone. Kagome is the 'priestess'
of the Higurashi Shrine, and a 'Guardian' or 
'Shohojin' of the Shikon no Tama.

Anyway,

A Shikon Guardian And A Rurouni Guardian...
Another crazy fic presented by Tenkai Productions...
Dedicated to anyone reading this

	Alarming. Most alarming.
	Sera thought a bit absently to herself as she 
strolled on the top of the fencing. It was dangerous, 
of course, but she was confident that she wouldn�t 
fall. Lady Luck was almost always on her side, after 
all. 
	Her hair was turning white.
	Now, normally she�d have passed that off, but 
she didn�t think hair bleached THAT fast� two days 
ago, her hair had been its normal glossy black. Now, 
it had a inch-long streak of snowy white running 
along her brow.
	Immortals relied on the strength of their 
will to stay young. Skuld�s was by far the most 
powerful of the Norn sisters. When she set her heart 
on something, she either got it or destroyed it 
(which happened more often than not). Urd�s was one 
of the weakest in the whole of Asgard, mostly 
because of her self-proclaimed job as the Cupid 
of Love. 
	Well, Love was fickle.
	But Sera could have sworn that her own will 
hadn�t decreased at all. In fact, it had only grown 
stronger over the past few centuries of fighting. 
	So what was going wrong?

	Kami-sama watched his Guardian from the 
famed Pool of True Sight. "Nothing�s going wrong, 
idiot," he muttered almost conversationally. "I�m 
just giving you a little makeover, that�s all."
	Kiwasaki, sitting on the edge of the 
viewing balcony, frowned slightly at him. "Ka-mi-
sa-ma�" Her tone very easily implied �Ki-sa-ma�.
	He knew he was in deep shit.

	"Hey, Ryuusen-san! Nice contact lenses, by 
the way," one of her fellow teachers- Murato, she 
thought his name was- called.
	She looked puzzledly at his retreating back. 
"Contacts?"

	BLAM!
	THUNK!
	SMASH!
	"That�ll teach you to play around with my 
best friend�s looks," Kiwasaki growled at the 
quivering heap on the ground that was Kami-sama and 
giving her a number of looks alternating between 
nasty and puppy-dog. 
	"Butbutbut�"

	A minute later, when she checked herself in 
the toilet mirror, Sera found her eyes tinting gold. 
If Murato hadn�t opened his mouth, she�d have been 
completely clueless about the change. Well, 
considering that immortals didn�t have a need to 
dispose of bodily waste�
	Still, she found her sudden physical change 
disturbing. Somebody was meddling with her body, 
and she didn�t like it� but on the other hand, she 
liked this color scheme. 
	It reminded her of Inu-yasha, a cute half-
youkai whom she had looked after while his real 
mother was recovering from childbirth. He had the 
same shade of white hair, and the exact same eye 
color.
	Seratia decided to visit and see what her 
foster son was up to. Probably running with the 
reincarnation of the Shikon no Miko- what was 
her name? Kikyou- ah, Kagome. Kagome Higurashi. 
The second generation Shikon no Shohojin. It 
would be nice to meet another Guardian.

	Sera lived alone, now- things were different. 
	Belldandy and co didn�t remember her anymore.
	She forced that thought out of her mind. 
	To be effective as a Guardian, and to make 
her passing as easy as possible on everyone, she was 
barred from having emotional relationships with 
other people. They in turn should not even know her.
	It was better this way� wasn�t it?

	"It�s not better, you little ninny!" Kiwasaki 
ranted at the Pool. Kami-sama had been hogtied and 
trussed to a nearby pillar like so much Christmas 
turkey. "What happened to me and all your friends 
from ID school?! BAKA NA!"
	A soft tap came from outside.
	Flushing, the semi-Juraiian nodded at the 
door at the other end of the cavernous room. "Come 
in."
	HE entered. The reed in Kiwasaki�s hands 
shattered like thin glass. "Kabato-kun?!"
	"Kami-sama ordered me to come here," he 
replied coolly.
	"MMMpph," the Big Guy agreed with a nod. "MM.."
	"He�s asking you to untie him," the half-
youko commented to Kiwasaki with a half-amused grin.
	She scowled. "Not on your life, Kabato."
	There was a muffled stream of curses coming 
from Kami-sama�s direction. The two lesser 
immortals chose to ignore him and his profanities. 
"What did he ask you to do this time, Kabato-kun?" 
Kiwasaki demanded. "Haven�t you hurt her enough?"
	A glimmer of what might have been sorrow 
flashed across the liquid gold eyes for a fraction 
of a second- but it was there. "I�m supposed to 
help her this time, Kiwasaki."
	"Like hell you are." Her anger was thinly 
veiled. "I�m not letting you near her."
	"It won�t help anything if you do." That 
said and done, he turned on his heel and left.
Kiwasaki started to throw pebbles from the rock 
garden at her right into the Pool, STILL 
ignoring her superior�s strangled complaints. 
	He deserved it anyway. Bastard.

	Normally, she would have just asked Y�lane 
to lend her a Portal there, but� oh, might as well 
bite the bullet. She was a little on the lazy side, 
so what? 
	She shrugged and sneaked into the Higurashi 
shrine, every youko sense on alert for strange 
smells. (Kokoro had insisted on manifesting her 
physical form.)
	There was nothing, only the spicy, 
slightly sour smell of oil in the frying pan, 
the fresh, �green� scent of the trees outside, 
the musky whiff of some mice in the corners- 
she decided to give them a good chase when she 
came back- and as always, a salty smell of sweat 
and sweet of perfume. Human smells, to sum it all 
up.
	The Bone-Eating Well looked innocuous 
enough. It smelled perfectly innocent� until 
you sniffed deeper, going past the dank, moist 
scent of the earth. A nearly overwhelming wave 
of youkai �smell� was everywhere. She covered 
her nose, ears instinctively going straight back. 
	Snapping fanged jaws shut decisively, 
she hopped into the hole, letting the deeply-
rooted magic in the well (it was more like a 
hole in the ground with a wooden rim anyway) 
taste her �smell�.

	It wasn�t long before the things she 
sensed shifted. For one thing, the oil smell 
and the sounds of mice skittering around in the 
corners disappeared with a abrupt silence that 
sent the hair on the back of her neck right up. 
She smoothed her rumpled dignity with a quick 
lash of her long, sleek tail, and added in a 
little burst of ki to levitate out of the well.
	She tried not to use any more weight than 
was necessary to move around, relying on her 
senses of hearing and smell more than anything 
else. In a world where illusions and ghosts ran 
amuck, one could never trust even the sharpest 
eyesight.
	Then she caught a scent; THIS scent was 
unmistakable. 
	Her second foster son. 
	Sesshoumaru.
	The smell of the concentrated acid that 
his blood generated was definite. Very. Her 
ears turned a little to catch the soft rustling 
he made when he moved, she in turn moved so 
that she was downwind and facing in his 
direction, then started to stalk him in 
earnest.

	Janken was squeaking his excitement over 
finally being able to kill Inu-yasha once and 
for all.
	Sesshoumaru suppressed the urge to use 
his poison claw on the little pest. He needed 
the spore. For now.
	His hair rippled in the rising wind as it 
suddenly changed direction- and threw a strange 
scent into his nose. He wrinkled it, trying to 
catch the scent better-
	-and he knew what it was.
	A female youko, obviously stalking something.

	Sera just barely managed to hold back a �damn!'. 
	�Baka, baka, baka!� she railed silently to 
herself. �YOU IDIOT! What happened to the steady 
wind, dammit! Call yourself a elemental goddess! 
IDIOT! Now he�s got you by the thrice-damned scent!�
	So she did the most convenient thing to do
at the moment; she teleported away, to the 
farthest place she could think of.
	The Kitsune Grove.

Author's notes: The Kitsune Grove is something that 
I made up, and I dunno if it's real or not. Anyway, 
the Grove is a place where youko gather, to exchange 
news and (possibly) to find prospective life-
partners. Legend has it that the Grove holds a 
secret source of power, jealously guarded by a 
descendant of Inari himself. Of course, Sera knows 
this 'descendant' very well- it's her daughter-
in-law, Arisa.

Flamed or famed, it's all up to you! 

Sera-chan

--who should be concentrating on her hol. homework...--