InuYasha Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Minds, Shattered Hearts ❯ Relativity ( Chapter 7 )

I turned back to my companions as I sheathed Grayswandir. Their looks of amazement were almost comical. I grinned. “Been a while since I've had a descent duel.”

 

“Amazing…” Sango murmured.

 

Kagome seemed to snap out of her Corwin-induced trance, and dug into her bag for a towel. The forty-five minute fight had me working up a sweat to make a __<insert sweaty animal here>__ jealous.

 

“I thought only demons possessed that amount of stamina,” Miroku commented.

 

“All creatures of Substance tend to.”

 

“I thought this was Shadow?” Shippou asked, confusion twisting his small face.

 

I handed back the towel.

 

“This place is, yes. `Demons', as you call them, are not. This is the Courts of Chaos penal colony.”

 

“Then why am I here?” both Shippou and Inuyasha queried.

 

“Shippou, probably one of your ancestors was outcast, possibly centuries ago. You though,” I looked Inuyasha square in the eyes, “are here for more… political reasons, same as your brother.”

 

“Political reasons?”

 

I sighed. “You and Sesshoumaru share the same father?”

 

He nodded slowly, not catching where I was going.

 

“Your father, Swayvill, was king of Chaos before Patternfall, when my son displaced him.”

 

“How is your son related to all this?” Sango asked.

 

“My son and Sesshoumaru share the same mother.”

 

“So your son isn't any relation of Inuyasha's?” Kagome asked.

 

“No.”

 

“Do I have any other brothers?”

 

I shrugged. “Without knowing who your mother is, I have no way to know.”

 

“Wait—while you two were fighting,” Sango nodded towards Sesshoumaru's direction, “you called yourself his `great-to-some-power uncle'. How does that work?”

 

“Lady Dara, his mother, is my brother's great, great granddaughter.”

 

I had to laugh at Inuyasha's show of disgust, and Miroku's surprise. The others were still trying to wrap their minds around my dysfunctional family.

 

“Eww!” Shippou complained when he figured it out.

 

“Talk about robbing the cradle!” Kagome added.

 

“We've wasted enough time already—let's go!” Inuyasha bit in.

 

“Hold up—I want a horse after that.” I pulled out Martin's trump. Slowly, it came to life. He was drumming with Random; Inuyasha flattened his ears at the racket.

 

“Uncle!”

 

“I'm going to need Mori again…”

 

 

 

The two days or so it took us to reach the village passed by uneventfully. None of my companions spoke much more than a few words to me, and I could tell they were still wary and distrustful of me. The village itself seemed just like the old woman's, except the peasants avoided Inuyasha.

 

I caught Miroku ogling at practically every female. Sango seemed upset by his lecherous behavior—he had very red, very fresh handprints on both cheeks, and a lump on his scalp from Sango's boomerang, which I learned was referred to as `Hirakotsu', or “come, flying, bone”. Very fitting for the thing—it was made from the remains of a `centipede demon'.

 

The Hentai monk was good for something besides drooling, though. He stopped at the richest-looking house and `exorcised' the place. It really surprised me, as it was a Pattern ghost he summoned. A simple special effect for those of us in Amber, but an impossible feat for a shadow-thing. So this was a brother… He did it with such ease, though, that I wandered what he could do after walking the pattern. Only two of my siblings, the Sorceress Fiona or the mad, but thankfully dead Brand, could do such a thing. Even Fi would have more trouble with it than Miroku did.

 

The troublemakers turned out to be low-class Chaosians, who were probably exiled for murder or robbery. It did not matter.

 

I heard Inuyasha yell “Wind Scar!” immediately before a flash of light erupted behind me. I turned to see two of the Snake Youkai turn to dust and disappear.

 

“Kazaana!” Miroku cried, and three of them were sucked into Oblivion.

 

I decapitated two in a single swipe, then split a third down the middle, from its ugly head to its excessively long tail. All three turned to ash.

 

I pivoted just in time to see Kagome's arrow fly towards the final serpent. I knew she was a priestess, but what caught me off guard was the power of the arrow. The Pattern itself was wrapped around it!

 

First Miroku, now this girl. How many of us were hiding here, anyways?