InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Failing Hope ❯ Within the Heart ( Chapter 5 )
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Mystery / Suspense | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.29.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 908 | Status: Completed
Chapter Five
Kurama felt his blood boil as he began to make his way through the palace. It was a very beautiful palace, with extravagant pictures that looked old and weary. Some were paintings with brushstrokes of life and love while others were dark and dreary, presenting what appeared to be glories battles.
There were paintings of all kinds of things within the palace. He glanced at the one with a flick of his eye before screaming a name that seemed to echo eternally down the marble citadel.
“SHIPPO!”
It was amazing, in Kurama’s opinion, how slow the older fox could go when he, Kurama, was in a hurry.
Grinding his teeth, Kurama placed one foot in front of his other. Never stopping long enough to stand still.
Another painting passed them by. It was of a monk, his hair jet black and his eyes a lilac color. He looked to be in prayer, his lips seeming almost real, as if frozen in time for hundreds of years. He wore purple robes and a rosary around his hand. It was quiet beautiful and had the moment been any other, Kurama might have tried to steal it from his fox friend.
“SHIPPO!”
He screamed the word out without really having to, having called for what seemed to be the millionth time. The reincarnated kitsune felt himself flush red as he glared at the next painting.
It was that of a kitten, sandy colored, with dark markings all over it and fire burning around it. It was a beautiful cat, with its twin colored tails swishing slightly, he could already hear Kuwabara’s screeches of joy.
Kurama released a small sigh. Sometimes he wished he was more like Kuwabara, naïve and innocent.
Innocent…
Kurama had met Shippo when he had been like that; innocent. He had been raised by the demon, seeing as how his mother had died, but Shippo had treated him more like a brother than a son. Kurama had learned to use trickery, and other such methods of deceit, but had never understood why the demon didn’t become the infamous thief he could have.
“SHIP-”
“What the hell do you want you insane kit?” asked an annoyed voice above him. Kurama looked up to see Shippo sitting above him, completely wrapped in fire, levitating.
“You sneak… You lied to me… You said it was all just a myth made up to scare kits!” screamed Kurama as he felt himself loose all control.
He hadn’t seen the fox since before he had died. And even then it had been a while before. The last thing he remembered Shippo telling him was that thieving was not the way to spend ones life. That he should find a mate and settle down before it was too late.
All he really recalled of the fox was the stories he told. Horrible nightmarish stories of children that had killed their families and then been locked in an eternal limbo.
Brothers turning against each other to destroy the other for an heirloom of power…
Children loosing their parents before their eyes because of a soul tortured rock…
All he remembered of Shippo were the nightmares…
But good things are seldom ever remembered.
“I see,” whispered Shippo as he floated slowly to the floor, the annoyed expression instantly sad and tired. “I suppose you are trying to restore the barrier.”
Kurama saw the depression in his surrogate brother’s eyes. He felt a deep pang of guilt knowing he had caused it but quickly pushed it away. He needed answers, and he needed them now.
“Explain,”
No more was needed to be said between the two when the hallway suddenly disappeared and was replaced by soft cushioned chairs.
A fire place lay across the room, a burning flame dancing within its confines. The room was white with a deep green carpet. It held brown squishy couches and a single table in the middle of the room.
On the fireplace, hung one picture, framed more elaborately than any of the others. Inside held a woman of spectacular beauty. Her eyes were a dark auburn, and her skin a creamy pale. She seemed to illuminate both purity and life at the same time with her radiance.
“I see you noticed… her” whispered Shippo as he to stared at the picture.
“How come I’ve never seen this room?” Kurama demanded as he glared at the fox.
“No one can get here without me. It is a room unconnected by anything but me. For you see you’re not in any materialistic place.”
“What do you mean?” asked Yusuke as he to glanced around.
“You are in my heart.”
…
“Whatever, just explain,” spoke Kurama in what was now the most deadly of voices he had ever used on his brother.
Shippo chuckled softly.
“Yes, well then, I guess it would first be prudent to introduce you all.”
“We don’t have time for this…” retorted Kurama icily.
“But of course we do, time travels differently in one’s heart than in ones mind.”
“Now, why don’t we start at the beginning? You must be the Rekai Tantei. Welcome. I am Shippo. And that woman above the fire is my mother, Kagome Higurashi.”
“…”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Ah, Yusuke, ever the realistic one, thought Kurama.
“Kagome traveled back in time and rescued me from the thunder brothers after I had tried to steal the shards of the sacred jewel from her. She later took me with her on her journey and I began to become attached to her. I began to see her as more of a protector from the cold world I had been left in after my parent’s death.
“She saved me from becoming like those others of the time. She saved me from death more time than one, and she saved my innocence even more with her on tears.”
“Why don’t you tell us something important, like how she died,” spoke Kurama, his tone unwavering in its frigid content.
“That’s all you ever care about isn’t it kit? The death of one seems like nothing to you after having witnessed so much? It is too bad shedidn’t live through the final battle or you’d have turned out quiet different.
“But still, it’s my fault for dwelling far too much on the past… or rather the future. But anyways, I do know part of how she died.”
“Well then speak quickly, even a mere second is precious in this race,” ground out the younger fox.
“Bite your tongue kit; it gets you into more trouble than you’re head’s worth. Now listen well for I will tell this tale only once. It is a frightful tale, a tragic account of lost love, betrayal of the utmost deceit, and the learning to live and atone.”
Kuwabara stared at his normally quiet and mischievous friend. What had happened to the calm and unbreakable coolness he normally possessed? And why did this adult kitsune keep calling Kurama kit?
And how did they get into the heart of a fox demon? Could it be the demon possessed the powers over illusions?
“The story begins about the time Midoriko lived. I’m sure you all know the tale. It’s been retold since the creation of the damn jewel. Still, we’ll start their just so everyone has the facts straight…”
As he spoke, Kuwabara noticed a fire begin to flicker on the table. His eyes widened as he began to pull back.
However, Kuwabara realized the fire was not touching the table, or even rising very high. No, instead it was dancing in mystical formations of some sort of exotic dance. Then with a start, he noticed that the flames were not dancing… No they were battling.
“… and you see, Midoriko battled the demons for seven long days and nights before she was captured by the remaining demons…”
The fire was rearing back and biting at what appeared to be a woman in the darkening flames. The fire was taking the shape of a mighty dragon, twisting and turning with thousands upon thousands of arms each reaching out for a piece of the woman. But none were able to touch her for in a second; the flaming woman was sucked into her on soul, with that of her captors, leaving behind a stone engraving and a tiny jewel.
“…and thus the Shikon No Tama was created.”
The fire was dying as though smothered by a great force unperceived by him.
“The jewel was taken to a family of demon slayers and then to the most pure and powerful of priestess. Her name was Kikyo and she would be the protector of the jewel…”
The flame had risen once more and had preoccupied the young adult stared once more.
The fire rose up in a great surge, and it took all of Kuwabara’s might not to back away, knowing well enough that the kitsune would probably not hurt him.
The flame began to churn, transforming in its columned form to become a woman with such delicate beauty Kuwabara though for a moment she would break if he touched her. But he was proven wrong when she pulled back an arrow and it whizzed the flame to the other side of the table. Striking what appeared to be a snake like demon. Her mouth was moving but he could hear no sound. He wondered why, but quickly dismissed it remembering flame can’t talk.
“…Kikyo was a great miko… sick traveled for miles… she fell in love… InuYasha…”
The flame was transforming once more. The once yellow orange color was changing, was shifting into a deep and dark red one sees in the burning of flesh, when the blood mingles with that of the blaze. It was becoming the shape of a human. With long fanning hair and ears that pointed out of its head in fuzzy little triangles… the creature looked almost mortal.
As Kuwabara stared at the fire he thought he saw something beyond the fire. As though some type of shadowed memory was hidden behind it. Staring closer he felt his head begin to swim as the colors of the world began to spin around him. And for a brief second he heard the sound of his friend’s startled screams before darkness smother all others…
Kuwabara ran.
He did not know why he was running, he didn’t even know how he got to be in the eerily forest. All he knew was that he had to find it.
A swift breeze made his hair move to his right as a cold wind chilled his scalp. A sickening thud made him run even faster. He wanted to turn his head so badly and see what had made the sound, but for some reason he couldn’t.
Three more whooshing sounds caught his attention and he felt his ears wiggle softly.
CRACK
He felt his shirt being ripped with him as something hard and long dragged him against something firm and coarse. He stared upwards and found himself staring at a young woman with jet black hair tied behind her back with a white string.
She wore red priestess looking pants with a solid white top. Her pale hands were closed tightly around a beautifully crafted bow and an arrow was notched ready.
“InuYasha… you have returned…” the woman’s voice was deep and smooth as honey, and her eyes were cocoa colored, laughing at his misfortune
“Why don’t you just kill me, damn it…”
Kuwabara felt the words leave his mouth before he could even think of a retort.
Why was he being pinned to a tree?
Why was the priestess talking to him?
Why was he answering as though he were ‘InuYasha’?
His mind was swirling with questions, and none seemed to have any answers. Was he having one of those visions like the others? Were there’s this painful?
Thinking back on the doubled over Yusuke, Kuwabara quickly abandoned the last question and settled to watching himself and the priestess talk. However, when he turned his attention full back on his own conversation he noticed he was no longer having one. Instead he was floating in an eternal abyss of colors. Pictures were flying by him so fast he could barely catch their words.
“InuYasha…”
“I will have the Shikon…”
“Oh to see her tainted…”
“Onigumo should be pitied…”
“InuYasha, you could use the jewel to become human…”
“Die InuYasha!”
“Kikyo… why…”
The images were slowing down. Kikyo, the woman priestess, she was falling over in slow motion. Kuwabara wanted to run to her. He didn’t want her to die. Not another one. Hadn’t enough people die this day? But he could not; he could only stare through a child’s eyes as she whispered her last words… “Burn the jewel with me…”
Kurama had been right…
Kurama was always right…
The jewel’s power wasn’t worth the cost.
The world was spinning once more. Images were passing him left and right. Voices were praying for help to Kikyo. Then a woman appeared before his eyes. As shapeless as water yet solid enough to float in one piece. It was wiggling and moving in all sorts of ways, until it finally settled down and took the shape of a small child with a patch over her eye. However, the child was transforming, becoming a woman and growing round. However, once long free black hair was becoming grey and aged. The woman was slumping and wrinkles had taken their effect. As Kuwabara watched, he felt the scenery change. The woman disappeared and darkness took over once more.
He was being thrown by a woman.
No, it was no woman, but a monster instead…
“Give me the Shikon no Tama!”
He felt a scream erupt from his lips, unwanted and uncontrollable. It was high and scared as his arms moved forward to try and defend himself. They were slim and feminine, unlike his normal hairy ones. He felt his eyes widen as the demon was on the ground missing a portion of it.
He looked around, and ran into the forest.
The forest…
It was dark and dreary; every way held nightmares as the sounds echoed hauntingly to his ears. Thus he ran all the faster.
However, there was a creature before him. It looked as though it were sleeping, except its chest did not rise and fall. Vines wrapped around it, showing exactly how old it was, and Kuwabara felt his legs move him towards it.
The ears looked so cute and fuzzy; he could hardly hold back his urges to touch them. He felt his arms reach out and massage the soft ears. However, when he felt the whooshes of wind rush past him, he could hardly hold on.
Then it all faded black once more.
The images were swarming again. The most prominent and clear was the one of a sacred arrow embedding itself into a beautiful, radiantly shining jewel.
Then the images were off once more.
“INUYASHA”
“SIT BOY”
“Die InuYasha”
“I have to avenge my parents!”
“I am Miroku”
“Will you bear me a child?”
“What have you done to my wolves?”
The words were stringing together. He could feel his head spinning with the pain from so much information and then it stopped once more.
He felt a slight pull at his arm, but was unable to stare at it. Instead he stared at the oncoming army. It looked like thousands were heading towards him, more than thousands. How many demons were there?
“Are you ready?” questioned a young woman to his left. He felt a slight squeeze to his left hand before all warmth their left and he was left to the frosty air.
“Sango, you know, no matter the ending I’ll always love you…”
The words spoken from his lips were soft, almost unable to hear in the screaming wind and the piercing cries.
“I know…”
The one, Kuwabara quickly realized was InuYasha ran forward, a gigantic fang held high in the air.
“WIND SCAR!”
Kuwabara felt his feet move without him and found himself throwing tiny slips of paper everywhere.
His breath was becoming labored as he worked. The creatures all around him biting and clawing at him; the darkness of the sky being replaced by stormy clouds and streaks of lightning. Rain drops were beginning to fall. Each one harder than the last in as demonic aura’s beat with fury. A sharp pang in his hand made him stop for a mere second.
That was all it took for his the clawed hand to plunge into his back and the beads to fall with a silent pound against the slippery ground.
“MIROKU!” could be heard ringing throughout the battlefield as a faces flashed through his eyes. Happy times filled with sunlight and laughter. Then he saw something… a darkness of a sort, whispering to him.
He felt invisible gravity pull him closer and felt a silent gasp escape imparted lips as the shadows suffocated him.
“Sango… I love you…” breathed through fading eyes. Like watching rippling water reflect the setting sun, He saw a young man with ebony black hair die in teary eyes.
And then he awoke…
Shippo watched as each boy awoke on a grassy plain. It was a park. He had made sure that each was untouchable until they awoke. He had also removed Kurama’s memories of the location of his home. It would mot do to have the kit returning for answers he would not received.
He would never betray his mother so much. The tall one had already seen more than needed.
But it did not matter. Kagome would reveal herself soon enough and thus the friction would heat…
Giving a slight pitiful look at the fox, he allowed a tiny petal to float towards him; his last clue. The kit was way over his head this time and he could only pray that his mother’s life was not shattered like her heart, soul and jewel was.
Kurama felt his blood boil as he began to make his way through the palace. It was a very beautiful palace, with extravagant pictures that looked old and weary. Some were paintings with brushstrokes of life and love while others were dark and dreary, presenting what appeared to be glories battles.
There were paintings of all kinds of things within the palace. He glanced at the one with a flick of his eye before screaming a name that seemed to echo eternally down the marble citadel.
“SHIPPO!”
It was amazing, in Kurama’s opinion, how slow the older fox could go when he, Kurama, was in a hurry.
Grinding his teeth, Kurama placed one foot in front of his other. Never stopping long enough to stand still.
Another painting passed them by. It was of a monk, his hair jet black and his eyes a lilac color. He looked to be in prayer, his lips seeming almost real, as if frozen in time for hundreds of years. He wore purple robes and a rosary around his hand. It was quiet beautiful and had the moment been any other, Kurama might have tried to steal it from his fox friend.
“SHIPPO!”
He screamed the word out without really having to, having called for what seemed to be the millionth time. The reincarnated kitsune felt himself flush red as he glared at the next painting.
It was that of a kitten, sandy colored, with dark markings all over it and fire burning around it. It was a beautiful cat, with its twin colored tails swishing slightly, he could already hear Kuwabara’s screeches of joy.
Kurama released a small sigh. Sometimes he wished he was more like Kuwabara, naïve and innocent.
Innocent…
Kurama had met Shippo when he had been like that; innocent. He had been raised by the demon, seeing as how his mother had died, but Shippo had treated him more like a brother than a son. Kurama had learned to use trickery, and other such methods of deceit, but had never understood why the demon didn’t become the infamous thief he could have.
“SHIP-”
“What the hell do you want you insane kit?” asked an annoyed voice above him. Kurama looked up to see Shippo sitting above him, completely wrapped in fire, levitating.
“You sneak… You lied to me… You said it was all just a myth made up to scare kits!” screamed Kurama as he felt himself loose all control.
He hadn’t seen the fox since before he had died. And even then it had been a while before. The last thing he remembered Shippo telling him was that thieving was not the way to spend ones life. That he should find a mate and settle down before it was too late.
All he really recalled of the fox was the stories he told. Horrible nightmarish stories of children that had killed their families and then been locked in an eternal limbo.
Brothers turning against each other to destroy the other for an heirloom of power…
Children loosing their parents before their eyes because of a soul tortured rock…
All he remembered of Shippo were the nightmares…
But good things are seldom ever remembered.
“I see,” whispered Shippo as he floated slowly to the floor, the annoyed expression instantly sad and tired. “I suppose you are trying to restore the barrier.”
Kurama saw the depression in his surrogate brother’s eyes. He felt a deep pang of guilt knowing he had caused it but quickly pushed it away. He needed answers, and he needed them now.
“Explain,”
No more was needed to be said between the two when the hallway suddenly disappeared and was replaced by soft cushioned chairs.
A fire place lay across the room, a burning flame dancing within its confines. The room was white with a deep green carpet. It held brown squishy couches and a single table in the middle of the room.
On the fireplace, hung one picture, framed more elaborately than any of the others. Inside held a woman of spectacular beauty. Her eyes were a dark auburn, and her skin a creamy pale. She seemed to illuminate both purity and life at the same time with her radiance.
“I see you noticed… her” whispered Shippo as he to stared at the picture.
“How come I’ve never seen this room?” Kurama demanded as he glared at the fox.
“No one can get here without me. It is a room unconnected by anything but me. For you see you’re not in any materialistic place.”
“What do you mean?” asked Yusuke as he to glanced around.
“You are in my heart.”
…
“Whatever, just explain,” spoke Kurama in what was now the most deadly of voices he had ever used on his brother.
Shippo chuckled softly.
“Yes, well then, I guess it would first be prudent to introduce you all.”
“We don’t have time for this…” retorted Kurama icily.
“But of course we do, time travels differently in one’s heart than in ones mind.”
“Now, why don’t we start at the beginning? You must be the Rekai Tantei. Welcome. I am Shippo. And that woman above the fire is my mother, Kagome Higurashi.”
“…”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Ah, Yusuke, ever the realistic one, thought Kurama.
“Kagome traveled back in time and rescued me from the thunder brothers after I had tried to steal the shards of the sacred jewel from her. She later took me with her on her journey and I began to become attached to her. I began to see her as more of a protector from the cold world I had been left in after my parent’s death.
“She saved me from becoming like those others of the time. She saved me from death more time than one, and she saved my innocence even more with her on tears.”
“Why don’t you tell us something important, like how she died,” spoke Kurama, his tone unwavering in its frigid content.
“That’s all you ever care about isn’t it kit? The death of one seems like nothing to you after having witnessed so much? It is too bad shedidn’t live through the final battle or you’d have turned out quiet different.
“But still, it’s my fault for dwelling far too much on the past… or rather the future. But anyways, I do know part of how she died.”
“Well then speak quickly, even a mere second is precious in this race,” ground out the younger fox.
“Bite your tongue kit; it gets you into more trouble than you’re head’s worth. Now listen well for I will tell this tale only once. It is a frightful tale, a tragic account of lost love, betrayal of the utmost deceit, and the learning to live and atone.”
Kuwabara stared at his normally quiet and mischievous friend. What had happened to the calm and unbreakable coolness he normally possessed? And why did this adult kitsune keep calling Kurama kit?
And how did they get into the heart of a fox demon? Could it be the demon possessed the powers over illusions?
“The story begins about the time Midoriko lived. I’m sure you all know the tale. It’s been retold since the creation of the damn jewel. Still, we’ll start their just so everyone has the facts straight…”
As he spoke, Kuwabara noticed a fire begin to flicker on the table. His eyes widened as he began to pull back.
However, Kuwabara realized the fire was not touching the table, or even rising very high. No, instead it was dancing in mystical formations of some sort of exotic dance. Then with a start, he noticed that the flames were not dancing… No they were battling.
“… and you see, Midoriko battled the demons for seven long days and nights before she was captured by the remaining demons…”
The fire was rearing back and biting at what appeared to be a woman in the darkening flames. The fire was taking the shape of a mighty dragon, twisting and turning with thousands upon thousands of arms each reaching out for a piece of the woman. But none were able to touch her for in a second; the flaming woman was sucked into her on soul, with that of her captors, leaving behind a stone engraving and a tiny jewel.
“…and thus the Shikon No Tama was created.”
The fire was dying as though smothered by a great force unperceived by him.
“The jewel was taken to a family of demon slayers and then to the most pure and powerful of priestess. Her name was Kikyo and she would be the protector of the jewel…”
The flame had risen once more and had preoccupied the young adult stared once more.
The fire rose up in a great surge, and it took all of Kuwabara’s might not to back away, knowing well enough that the kitsune would probably not hurt him.
The flame began to churn, transforming in its columned form to become a woman with such delicate beauty Kuwabara though for a moment she would break if he touched her. But he was proven wrong when she pulled back an arrow and it whizzed the flame to the other side of the table. Striking what appeared to be a snake like demon. Her mouth was moving but he could hear no sound. He wondered why, but quickly dismissed it remembering flame can’t talk.
“…Kikyo was a great miko… sick traveled for miles… she fell in love… InuYasha…”
The flame was transforming once more. The once yellow orange color was changing, was shifting into a deep and dark red one sees in the burning of flesh, when the blood mingles with that of the blaze. It was becoming the shape of a human. With long fanning hair and ears that pointed out of its head in fuzzy little triangles… the creature looked almost mortal.
As Kuwabara stared at the fire he thought he saw something beyond the fire. As though some type of shadowed memory was hidden behind it. Staring closer he felt his head begin to swim as the colors of the world began to spin around him. And for a brief second he heard the sound of his friend’s startled screams before darkness smother all others…
Kuwabara ran.
He did not know why he was running, he didn’t even know how he got to be in the eerily forest. All he knew was that he had to find it.
A swift breeze made his hair move to his right as a cold wind chilled his scalp. A sickening thud made him run even faster. He wanted to turn his head so badly and see what had made the sound, but for some reason he couldn’t.
Three more whooshing sounds caught his attention and he felt his ears wiggle softly.
CRACK
He felt his shirt being ripped with him as something hard and long dragged him against something firm and coarse. He stared upwards and found himself staring at a young woman with jet black hair tied behind her back with a white string.
She wore red priestess looking pants with a solid white top. Her pale hands were closed tightly around a beautifully crafted bow and an arrow was notched ready.
“InuYasha… you have returned…” the woman’s voice was deep and smooth as honey, and her eyes were cocoa colored, laughing at his misfortune
“Why don’t you just kill me, damn it…”
Kuwabara felt the words leave his mouth before he could even think of a retort.
Why was he being pinned to a tree?
Why was the priestess talking to him?
Why was he answering as though he were ‘InuYasha’?
His mind was swirling with questions, and none seemed to have any answers. Was he having one of those visions like the others? Were there’s this painful?
Thinking back on the doubled over Yusuke, Kuwabara quickly abandoned the last question and settled to watching himself and the priestess talk. However, when he turned his attention full back on his own conversation he noticed he was no longer having one. Instead he was floating in an eternal abyss of colors. Pictures were flying by him so fast he could barely catch their words.
“InuYasha…”
“I will have the Shikon…”
“Oh to see her tainted…”
“Onigumo should be pitied…”
“InuYasha, you could use the jewel to become human…”
“Die InuYasha!”
“Kikyo… why…”
The images were slowing down. Kikyo, the woman priestess, she was falling over in slow motion. Kuwabara wanted to run to her. He didn’t want her to die. Not another one. Hadn’t enough people die this day? But he could not; he could only stare through a child’s eyes as she whispered her last words… “Burn the jewel with me…”
Kurama had been right…
Kurama was always right…
The jewel’s power wasn’t worth the cost.
The world was spinning once more. Images were passing him left and right. Voices were praying for help to Kikyo. Then a woman appeared before his eyes. As shapeless as water yet solid enough to float in one piece. It was wiggling and moving in all sorts of ways, until it finally settled down and took the shape of a small child with a patch over her eye. However, the child was transforming, becoming a woman and growing round. However, once long free black hair was becoming grey and aged. The woman was slumping and wrinkles had taken their effect. As Kuwabara watched, he felt the scenery change. The woman disappeared and darkness took over once more.
He was being thrown by a woman.
No, it was no woman, but a monster instead…
“Give me the Shikon no Tama!”
He felt a scream erupt from his lips, unwanted and uncontrollable. It was high and scared as his arms moved forward to try and defend himself. They were slim and feminine, unlike his normal hairy ones. He felt his eyes widen as the demon was on the ground missing a portion of it.
He looked around, and ran into the forest.
The forest…
It was dark and dreary; every way held nightmares as the sounds echoed hauntingly to his ears. Thus he ran all the faster.
However, there was a creature before him. It looked as though it were sleeping, except its chest did not rise and fall. Vines wrapped around it, showing exactly how old it was, and Kuwabara felt his legs move him towards it.
The ears looked so cute and fuzzy; he could hardly hold back his urges to touch them. He felt his arms reach out and massage the soft ears. However, when he felt the whooshes of wind rush past him, he could hardly hold on.
Then it all faded black once more.
The images were swarming again. The most prominent and clear was the one of a sacred arrow embedding itself into a beautiful, radiantly shining jewel.
Then the images were off once more.
“INUYASHA”
“SIT BOY”
“Die InuYasha”
“I have to avenge my parents!”
“I am Miroku”
“Will you bear me a child?”
“What have you done to my wolves?”
The words were stringing together. He could feel his head spinning with the pain from so much information and then it stopped once more.
He felt a slight pull at his arm, but was unable to stare at it. Instead he stared at the oncoming army. It looked like thousands were heading towards him, more than thousands. How many demons were there?
“Are you ready?” questioned a young woman to his left. He felt a slight squeeze to his left hand before all warmth their left and he was left to the frosty air.
“Sango, you know, no matter the ending I’ll always love you…”
The words spoken from his lips were soft, almost unable to hear in the screaming wind and the piercing cries.
“I know…”
The one, Kuwabara quickly realized was InuYasha ran forward, a gigantic fang held high in the air.
“WIND SCAR!”
Kuwabara felt his feet move without him and found himself throwing tiny slips of paper everywhere.
His breath was becoming labored as he worked. The creatures all around him biting and clawing at him; the darkness of the sky being replaced by stormy clouds and streaks of lightning. Rain drops were beginning to fall. Each one harder than the last in as demonic aura’s beat with fury. A sharp pang in his hand made him stop for a mere second.
That was all it took for his the clawed hand to plunge into his back and the beads to fall with a silent pound against the slippery ground.
“MIROKU!” could be heard ringing throughout the battlefield as a faces flashed through his eyes. Happy times filled with sunlight and laughter. Then he saw something… a darkness of a sort, whispering to him.
He felt invisible gravity pull him closer and felt a silent gasp escape imparted lips as the shadows suffocated him.
“Sango… I love you…” breathed through fading eyes. Like watching rippling water reflect the setting sun, He saw a young man with ebony black hair die in teary eyes.
And then he awoke…
Shippo watched as each boy awoke on a grassy plain. It was a park. He had made sure that each was untouchable until they awoke. He had also removed Kurama’s memories of the location of his home. It would mot do to have the kit returning for answers he would not received.
He would never betray his mother so much. The tall one had already seen more than needed.
But it did not matter. Kagome would reveal herself soon enough and thus the friction would heat…
Giving a slight pitiful look at the fox, he allowed a tiny petal to float towards him; his last clue. The kit was way over his head this time and he could only pray that his mother’s life was not shattered like her heart, soul and jewel was.