InuYasha Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Humanity ❯ Searching ( Chapter 11 )

Humanity

By Joyfulmusic

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or Inuyasha. Never have, never will.

This fanfic contains some spoilers. I haven't seen the whole series of either show so I'm not sure how they end. But that's why this is a fanfic

 

Authors Note:

For those of you who don't watch Inuyasha: Kagome is from Japan during our time. The rest of the Inu group is from futile era Hapan. And remember Miko means priestess. While Kagome is not a priestess she has the powers of one by being able to purify things and sense some stuff others can't.

 

Chapter 11: Searching

 

A week later they were still spending all day roaming the streets without having any luck. Edward had kept an eye out for anyone who resembled the person, or thing, that had taken Willa. Alphonse tried to find someone with red eyes. He thought that if they were able to locate one, then it might lead them to wherever they had taken her. Mora had stayed with the armor, searching the crowds for the face of her lost friend.

 

The two of them had grown quite close during that time. Although both their minds were on the search their hearts were watching each other. Morrisa couldn't help but fall for the man that was so like her lost love. He, in return, wasn't able to hold back the feelings he had for a woman who would willingly love him as he was. It didn't seem to bother her that he was only an empty shell.

 

Meanwhile Ed felt that his heart had been ripped from his chest. His mind told him that if he hadn't turned away this wouldn't be happening. Willa would still be there with him, loving him, though she knew what a horrible person he truly was. `She knew, but she only worried that I would leave. And like an idiot, I did just that.'

 

 

There was another group of people who were looking for someone. But their comrade had been gone for two weeks rather than one. They had searched the woods endlessly but were no closer to finding him than they had been the day he disappeared. It was disturbing to think, that with all his force, he could still be captured.

 

Shippo, a small boy with elfish ears and the tail and feet of a fox, rode on Kagome's shoulder. Kirara, a cat with two tails, was in the demon slayer Sango's arms. Meanwhile the monk Miroku strolled by her side. The three humans were exhausted. The physical and mental strain was weighing heavily on their minds. There had been no clues as to where Inuyasha had been taken. No way of even knowing if he was still alive. But they refused to give up hope.

 

“Perhaps we should rest awhile. It has been a long journey.” Miroku was pointing at a small clearing with his staff. The women nodded and followed him into the glen. They gathered around, weary from all the walking they had done. The sun was just beginning to sink in the west and they were all upset.

 

Shippo hopped off Kagome's shoulder and scampered away to find wood for a fire. Sango called after the child, “Don't stray to far! Why don't you take Kirara with you?” The demon cat immediately raced after the boy. Settling down to sit with her legs bent under her the slayer sighed heavily. She could tell Kagome was worried about their missing companion. Her eyes were full of concern.

 

After sitting in the same way as Sango, the other girl finally spoke up. “How do you suppose he did during the new moon last night? Inuyasha would have been in human form. I know he's still strong but… What if he's in trouble? And we can't seem to find him.” She frowned sorrowfully. The young miko was having a hard time accepting that they may never locate their friend.

 

“I'm sure he did just fine.” Miroku soothed, taking a seat next to the demon slayer. He sat Indian style with his staff laid across his lap, his arms crossed before his chest. “Inuyasha is strong. He can defend himself when he must. What I don't understand is how he could have been taken in the first place.”

 

“Yes.” The older girl nodded. “He only went to catch fish. How could he disappear in such a short amount of time? It just isn't like him. Normally he would be able to take on any opponent with the Tetsusaiga.” It was true, his sword was strong and he had learned to weald it well. As time past it seemed the hanyou had grown in both strength and mentality. Though, the latter still left something to be desired.

 

Kagome was becoming more concerned by the day. Naraku had sent them hurling into this world during one of their many battles. However they now possessed most of the Shikon no Tama (Jewel of Four Souls), only a few shards were missing. They'd already retrieved those Koga had possessed, and the one from Kohaku's back. Now the miko was troubled by the thought that they would never find the last few jewel shards, or Inuyasha.

 

“If Tetsusaiga is taken from him, he could transform into a full demon again.” The girl worried aloud as the fox demon brought back some wood he'd found. When Shippo moved to sit beside her she began to stack the wood in a pile. Kirara transformed into her larger form. A flame surrounded the small cat as she grew into a large and fierce feline, with the fangs of a saber-tooth tiger. Using the flame she lit the stack of wood, creating a blazing fire. It flickered and danced, causing eerie shadows to move around them like ghostly spirits.

 

Sango stroked the cats back as it lay down beside her. “Yes it's true, he could transform again. But you shouldn't worry so Kagome. I'm sure we'll fine him soon.” The elder girl knew her friend and Inuyasha were in love, even if he refused to realize it. Which, he did refute the claim, at least in front of the others.

 

Nodding thoughtfully, Miroku concurred. “I agree, and Inuyasha is strong. There is no need to worry, we shall find him soon.” The monk wasn't really certain about that. But he wanted to keep the air as calm as possible. Monsters had a habit of attacking people who were upset, and therefore more vulnerable. Looking down at his own hand he couldn't help but sigh. The wind tunnel was still there, to suck everything into its void. Here in this new world there would be no way of closing it. His only chance, the death of Naraku, was out of reach here. Soon the void would grow out of control, pulling him into it as well as all those around.

 

The slayer's mind was also on the evil Naraku. Being in this new world meant she could not save her little brother, Kohaku, who was now in a comatose state. She could only pray that the demon kept her sibling alive until she could find a way back to the futile era Japan of her world. Yet she knew that the only reason Naraku had been using her brother was to try and get the Shikon Jewel.

 

Then she felt it, the unmistakable hand of that perverted monk. She scowled deeply at his actions. He was groping her butt again. “Lecher.” She growled and with a quick movement of her hand Miroku moved away in pain. A red handprint now marked his face, but a stupid grin remained. To him it was worth all the pain he had to endure.

 

 

Edward was sitting on his bed with a solemn expression. His automail leg was propped up on the mattress with his arm on it. The other was hanging off the side, his face turned down to the floor. His hair was coming loose from its braid, falling into his sad eyes. Yet he didn't bother to move it, he was too depressed and worried to care.

 

`It's all my fault. I should never have left her alone in here.' He and Al had been staying back in their original room since the kidnapping. `Now I may never find her again. What am I supposed to tell her when… if I do? The truth, that I'm a complete idiot?' He shook his head solemnly. Nothing he could say would make up for his actions, not after all the pain they had caused her to suffer.

 

“Brother?” Alphonse came into the room cautiously. “We will find her.” His voice was soft and kind. “Mora wants you to know that she isn't mad at you. She knows it wasn't your fault. She was just upset that first day, that's all. We both know you'll find Willa. We have faith in you brother.”

 

Ed stared up at his younger sibling. `You shouldn't.' He thought it but didn't say so. It was obvious that his golden eyes had lost most of their usual shine. “But it is my fault Al. If I hadn't left the room… If I would have just tried talking to her... But I didn't, instead she left and was taken because of me.” His head hung in defeat. “Her body was so limp when that thing held her Al. I'm not even sure she was alive then. How can I be sure she's even still out there?”

 

A cold metal gauntlet touched his shoulder. Alphonse bent down on one knee so he would be eyelevel with the elder Elric. As always, he had the need to carry some of the blame which he felt was rightfully his. “It wasn't just your fault brother. I knew that I shouldn't have let her go, but I wanted to stay with Morrisa. So you aren't the only one who's to blame. Besides, those things were still after her. They would have tried taking her anyway.”

 

Sighing heavily, the alchemist nodded slightly. He'd known those things would take Willa sooner or later. The problem was that it had been sooner than he'd expected. They had found her so quickly, as if they'd never lost track of her. It bothered the young man to know those things could still be watching them, laughing at their futile attempts to recover the woman he loved.

 

There was a light knock a few seconds before Morrisa walked into the room. Her short black hair was hanging loose, shielding her downcast face. Slowly she made her way to stand before Edward, but refused to look at him. “I'm sorry, for blaming you. It wasn't your fault. She's run so many times before, and I could never do anything to stop her.”

 

Ed put a hand under the girl's chin, forcing her to glance up at him. He could see where she'd been crying. It broke his heart to know just how much time she'd spent sobbing over the past week. In less than a month she'd found and lost one of her oldest and dearest friends.

 

“Don't cry.” Edward comforted, wiping away her many tears. “It's alright. It wasn't your fault either. Those things have been after her for a long time, longer than Al and I have known her. But we'll get her back.” In a sterner voice he added, “The three of us will find her.” He tucked a stray hair soothingly behind Mora's ear.

 

She stifled the next sob, sitting down beside him. Her eyes turned to Alphonse who was still kneeling beside the bed. Softly he stroked her red cheek, allowing her to lean into his gauntlet. This may not be the same man she once knew, but he certainly knew what she needed and when. She wanted so much to believe all this wasn't her fault. Still, she couldn't help but think of herself as Willa's protector. She always had been, ever since that first time they'd met by the old tire swing. Yet now she'd let her friend down, and didn't know how to make things right again. She was as helpless as she had been after the accident. Nothing she could have said or done would have kept the strong willed woman from departing.