InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Delayed Dawn ❯ Time Goes By ( Chapter 6 )

A Delayed Dawn

 

Disclaimer: roshully looks around notices the lack of modernism around her. She breathes in the freshest air. “Well, I don't have to disclaim this, but I do disclaim the story Rumiko Takahashi created within this time period and the characters that come along with it.”

 

Previously: Inuyasha's pursuit ended with him following through with the act of initiation. The war continues to rage on around everyone. Inuyasha now has a place within the ranks of The Pack, as well as a continuing leader of The Touken.

 

Warning: This story is posted in the mature section for good reasons. If ideas such as vulgar language, descriptive violence, and sexual situations such as rape disturb you, then you are warned now.

 

Chapter Six Time Goes By

 

*Four Years Later*

 

“Shit.” Inuyasha cursed as the medic bandaged his wounds. Something was in his shoulder. It had taken a human medic to pull it out. Then the human medic was replaced with a demon medic to handle the wounds. “That hurts.”

 

“I know sir. Just hold still.” The medic said afraid of Inuyasha, even though he was a full demon.

 

“What the hell was that?” Kouga asked as he stomped into the tent they had set up for the injured. Kouga was sweaty and bloody, but not injured.

 

Inuyasha shook his head. “How the fuck am I supposed to know? I'm not a fucking psychic.” Inuyasha watched as the medic slapped some medicine on the wound and wrapped a bandage around his shoulder.

 

“Well, duh. But still. What about the information you had dogshit?” Kouga asked.

 

The medic was finished. Inuyasha slipped on his shirt and hopped off the bed. “Apparently it was wrong.” Inuyasha made sure he had all his weapons on hand. Two hand guns on his hips, a small dagger in each of his boots and the large machine type gun in his hand. Yep, he was ready. “I'm going to talk to my brother.”

 

Kouga nodded. “What do you want us to do?”

 

“Fucking retreat. We can't fight against . . . that.” Inuyasha blurted out. Pointing to the mess that was happening just outside the tent.

 

Kouga gritted his teeth but agreed with Inuyasha. As much as both of them hated to run with their tails in between their legs, they had no choice. “Of course. I'll call the men back. We'll gather more information and reorganize.”

 

“After I talk to my brother. Get the men rested and their injuries taken care of.” Inuyasha commanded as he left the tent.

 

Sesshoumaru was stationed in a compound not far away from the latest battle. The fighting had died off for a while and then just recently there was a new surge of killing and hate. Now, they had been fighting for about a week. These new enemies were different. And that difference was in the way they fought. Inuyasha had never seen anything like it before. No one had seen anything like this.

 

It took Inuyasha about five minutes to get to his brother's compound. He didn't knock or announce his arrival; he just walked right into his brother's office. Sesshoumaru looked up and saw his half brother standing there looking like he took a few beatings.

 

“Yes, Inuyasha. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

 

“Cut the crap. What the hell is going on out there? Why wasn't I told about this? Are you hiding information from me?” Inuyasha rattled out his questions.

 

Sesshoumaru sighed. He lifted his hand out, signaling for Inuyasha to have a seat. Inuyasha crossed his arms across his chest and sat down. He looked over and saw Miroku sitting in the other chair.

 

“When did you get back?” Inuyasha asked. He knew that Miroku was on some kind of information gathering mission and had been gone for the last two weeks.

 

“Just now.” Miroku replied. “I wish I hadn't. It was heaven.” He added dreamily.

 

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. That just meant that he saw a pretty girl who told him that she would be glad to bear his child. Fucking pervert.

 

“Inuyasha, describe to Miroku what is going on out there.” Sesshoumaru commanded, sitting down in the chair behind his desk.

 

Inuyasha wasn't sure what his brother was getting at, but decided to humor him anyways. “I don't know. We've never seen anything like it. We can't actually see them and it seems that they can dodge our bullets. And their weapons are powerful, like energy weapons. Our science geeks can't even begin to figure it out and they have been working on building energy weapons for a while now.”

 

Miroku smiled. “You are fighting heaven.” He again with a stupid smile plastered on his face.

 

“Miroku, stick to the facts, please.” Sesshoumaru ordered his horny subordinate.

 

Miroku cleared his throat. “Of course sir. Inuyasha, you are fighting the most beautiful group of girls I have ever laid eyes upon.”

 

Inuyasha stared at his friend with a blank face. Then he burst out laughing. “Are you fucking pulling my third leg? Women. Women are keeping us, The Touken, at bay. Miroku, I gotta tell you man, you know how to cheer a lad up.”

 

Miroku wasn't laughing, and neither was Sesshoumaru. Inuyasha had to stop laughing. They both looked so serious. That meant. . .

 

“Okay, women on steroids. Women who used to be men?” Inuyasha asked, questioning the strength of the women. Miroku and Sesshoumaru both remained silent. “You're bullshitting. We are getting ripped new assholes by a group of women?” He screamed out in disbelief.

 

Miroku raised his hand. “Well, not just any group of women. The leader was careful in recruiting special women. Women with spiritual powers and physical strength as well.”

 

“Spiritual powers?” Inuyasha asked.

 

“Mikos.” Sesshoumaru stated.

 

“Mikos? An army of mikos? I. . . I didn't even know mikos existed anymore.” Inuyasha said. “That's got to be the most brilliant idea I've ever heard.”

 

“Well, I appreciate your confidence in them, but they are fighting against us.” Sesshoumaru stated. “Remember. We who stand to end the war and want to bring about some sort of peace. They are trying to get rid of us.”

 

Inuyasha nodded. “You think someone is behind it. Using them to attack us,” Inuyasha stated.

 

Over the last couple of years, Inuyasha had grown a brain that was used for more than just fighting and it surprised both Miroku and Sesshoumaru how perceptive Inuyasha could be. Both figured he was just lucky at guessing.

 

“We've had a spy in their network. Miroku was finally able to make contact with her.” Sesshoumaru stated.

 

Miroku got this stupid grin on his face. “She slapped you a few times when you tried to make `contact', didn't she Miroku?” Inuyasha teased.

 

Miroku reached his hand up to his face and rubbed his cheek. “I have absolutely no idea about what you are talking about Inuyasha.”

 

“Keh. I'm surprised Sango didn't let you leave with more than just a few slaps across the cheek.” Inuyasha said.

 

“You know of Sango?” Sesshoumaru asked.

 

“Yeah. She was a member of The Toukens for about a year before you whisked her off on some weird mission. Now I know where she's been. Or you just sent her away to be rid of this guy. She was a strong girl. Hell of a punch.”

 

Sesshoumaru nodded. “Perhaps that was one of the reasons. Sango is a formidable fighter, one of the few human females with strength and courage. She came across this group about two years ago. According to her report, it started out as a small group of women who were outcasted because of their spiritual powers, something we have lost understanding about over the years. The leader of the group trained the women and they were able to defend themselves against anyone who tried to attack them, especially men.”

 

“Well, Sango must have fit in pretty nice.” Inuyasha said as he started at Miroku. Miroku could barely chuckle. There was no use in hiding his admiration for the beautiful Sango.

 

Miroku nodded. “Sango says that she wasn't sure what brought about the change, but suddenly, they became more offensive, going out to attack people instead of living peacefully and defensively.”

 

Sesshoumaru handed Inuyasha a folder. “Here is the information Miroku and Sango have collected thus far. Neither still knows who is behind having them attack and that will be Miroku and Sango's next mission.”

 

Inuyasha opened the file to have a set of pictures fall out from behind some of the typed up papers. He picked up the papers and gasped. The shot was of the backside of a female, with long legs, slender body and dark hair. He flipped to the next picture and saw her face. It looked angry and cold.

 

“Hey, Inuyasha, you okay? Looks like you've seen a ghost.” Miroku asked.

 

“Who, who is this?” He asked, showing Miroku a picture of the girl.

 

“Kikyo.” Miroku stated. “She is the leader. She didn't trust me at all. Even when Sango told her that I was her elder brother just making sure she was all right. From what I hear, she hates men.”

 

Inuyasha could only nod. Was it possible? He put the picture back inside the folder and closed it. He would bring this to Kouga and the other top members of The Touken. “What does The Pack know of this?” Inuyasha asked.

 

“Nothing, yet. Lately, they have been scared about the change that has occurred. However, they are looking into that. The demons in The Pack are knowledgeable of the old ways and have a theory that what is happening now may be connected to the past.”

 

“Keh. Sounds like they are just ignoring the matter all together.” Inuyasha did not care for the members of The Pack other than Miroku, and sometimes his brother.

 

“Unless you have something intelligent to add, I suggest you take that and Miroku with you and talk to Kouga.” Sesshoumaru offered.

 

Miroku stood up and headed towards the door. Inuyasha stood up but didn't move.

 

“Yes, Inuyasha?” Sesshoumaru asked.

 

Inuyasha brushed his finger against the folder. Should he ask him? “Uh, nothing, just thinking.” With that, Inuyasha turned and left behind Miroku.

 

 

 

“So, how is Sango?” Inuyasha asked.

 

“Beautiful, soft and she has the roundest, firmest ass I have ever had the pleasure of groping.” He beamed. The two men chuckled. The second Sango had stepped foot into the gang, Miroku had been all over her. And it was great entertainment for most of the men to watch her beat the shit out of him, and then she proceeded to beat the shit out of most of the other guys in The Touken. Inuyasha was surprised that she had become one of his friends.

 

“Kouga is in the command tent. We'll meet him and the others there and share the new info with them.” Inuyasha said, getting back to the job at hand.

 

 

 

*New Tokyo Museum, Ancient Artifacts*

 

Kagome stood in front of the large table that had several artifacts laid out. The room was pitch-black except for the lamp that hung above the table. Her raven hair was pinned up behind her in a very messy bun as she had to fix it several times during the day. Dressed in her usual white button up blouse and black pencil skirt, Kagome carefully cataloged the details into a notebook.

 

Taking off the round rimmed glasses that sat on her nose, Kagome twisted her back in several directions sighing in relief which each pop of the bones. The artifacts had been brought in several weeks ago. Kagome had worked non stop on them. She didn't know why they ended up here, but her boss, Myouga, practically locked her down here and expected nothing less than a complete workup.

 

For a twenty two year old, Kagome Higurashi was the best there was. Myouga had sought her out after she wrote a paper and offered her a job immediately. She had been working here since. This was the first time something this valuable had come across her path. She was excited about it and begged Myouga to take the case, and he was too happy to offer it to her.

 

Kagome looked at the artifacts. There were two swords, a staff of some sort, and a large boomerang that required several men to carry. They were amazing finds and if the damned war wasn't the most important thing happening, she knew that this would have made her famous. Kagome sighed. No time wasting thoughts on dreams that will never be.

 

She would know more about the pieces when the tests came back. The war hindered research and progress for anything that wasn't war related. That kind of thinking pissed Kagome off.

 

Kagome was interrupted by a knock on her door. After covering everything on the table with a giant blanket, Kagome headed over to the door and opened it. “Ah, Myouga-san. How are you?”

 

“Kagome, I thought you would be here. Can't sleep?” He asked.

 

Kagome nodded. “When I sleep, I dream about this.” She said.

 

Myouga handed Kagome an envelope. “This came today.”

 

Kagome's eyes went wide when she took the envelope. Carefully, she tore the top off and pulled out the piece of paper that was inside. “It's the results.” She said gleefully.

 

“Well, what does it say child?” Myouga asked, just as excited as she was.

 

Kagome slipped her glasses back on. “Uh, blah, blah. More blah. Okay, here we go. It gives it a range of 450 to 600 years ago.” Kagome looked over at the table. “That would be during the feudal area, time of the warring states. The Sengoku period I believe.”

 

Myouga nodded. “Yes, set between the 15th and 17th century.”

 

Kagome nodded. “Yeah.” Kagome went back over the table, pulled back the blanket and carefully picked up one of the swords, the rusty one. “During the last great demon and human war.” She muttered loud enough for Myouga to hear. “Funny how history is cyclic. It is possible that these artifacts played a great part in the last war. Maybe, just maybe they were found again during this war to bring about peace.”

 

Myouga smiled. That was one of the reasons why he had hired her immediately. She had a mind for making obscure connections. Her theories were wild, but mostly accurate. “Perhaps. And I am sure you will be the one to discover it.”

 

Kagome chuckled as she placed the rusty sword back on the table. “Like it will matter. Who reads the reports of the museum's findings these days? Rocks and outdated clay jars don't fascinate anyone anymore. Everything is about the war and winning.” Kagome sighed. “Myouga, do. . . do you think the war will end during my time?”

 

Myouga was shocked. He had hardly ever heard Kagome talk so openly about the war. She usually just focused on her research and kept it at that. “I do not know Kagome. It is hard to tell. During times of war, we live day to day. During war, our futures are even more unclear.” Myouga chuckled. “I'm sure it is hard for you to understand. You were a young child when the war began and have lived most of it only knowing war. For many of the young people who only know war, peace will be a strange bedfellow.”

 

Kagome nodded. Even though she could not remember the times when there was peace, she understood what Myouga was saying. Any change was difficult to adjust too, even the good kind.

 

“Well, I will leave you to your work. Don't stay up too late. And as always, be careful.” Myouga told her. “Good night Kagome.”

 

Kagome smiled. “Good night to you Myouga san. I will see you tomorrow.”

 

Myouga left Kagome alone. Now that she had a time period set for the artifacts, she could do some real work. Kagome set the envelope down on the table and headed over the bookshelf on the wall. Sliding her finger along the leather bound spines of the books the museum had collect over the years, she found the Sengoku period and started grabbing the books randomly. Tonight, she would set aside the artifacts and focus on the readings. She was hoping that something would tell her what she wanted to know.