InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Look Through My Eyes. ❯ Burning. ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

All blood drained from my face. This could not be happening.

“You’re lying.” I hissed, glaring at the kitsune who brought the news to me.

“No. I’m not.” his normally happy face was laced in grief, and his eyes were full of tears. “The village is gone, completely gone, Inuyasha.” The tears started to fall. “I don’t know if they survived.”

“You’re lying!” I screamed, dashing off towards the village, ignoring the cries of my name that came from behind me.

This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t have already happened. I had only left for a few days! How could this happen!? They had to be alive . . .she had to be alive.


No, no, no. No. No. No.

NO!

The small valley in which the village had been was a nasty swarm of angry flames. Flames licking at everything that would burn. The small huts lay in burning or burnt ruins. And no live human being could be seen.

NO!

Franticly I searched, just barely aware of the kitsune pup that was searching with me, searching for his mother. It would be impossible to distinguish their scents in this burning mass, and just as impossible for anyone --other than a demon-- to be alive in this mess.

NO!

I screamed, screamed her name out to anyone who could hear it, and threw every piece of burnt wood and debris out of my way as I searched. Only when I realized that I may be tossing burning wood onto where she or the others maybe laying did I stop throwing them in odd directions. Burying them in burning wood wouldn’t help anything.

NO!

“KAGOME!” I screamed again, digging in the remains of Kaede’s hut. Luckily it wasn’t burning yet. That meant she still had a chance.

When I didn’t find her in the hut I was about to leave, and search the other side of the village, when I heard a small, soft sound.

Coughing, gagged as it was, but it was still coughing.

I whirled, and looked towards the steps to Kikyo’s burial shrine.

And there she lay.

Half covered in wood, the other half twisted in an unnatural position. Her face was dirty, covered in ashes, and a small trickle of blood dripped down her cheek. I could see a small stick of wood sticking out of her left shoulder, and winched as I saw the amount of blood that coated it.

“Kagome.” I whispered, just staring at her for a moment, not really believing what I saw. Before it finally clicked. “Kagome!” I yelled it that time, yelled it as I ran towards her. I threw the wood off her legs when I got there, and caresses her unwounded cheek in my palm.

“Inu . . . .yasha.” she wheezed, coughing again. Even though the pain, she smiled. “I thought . . . . .you . . .weren’t going . . .to . . .make it.” she coughed again. And I gently placed a hand under her back, being careful not to move her injured shoulder too much yet.

“I need to get you of this wood okay? I know this is going to hurt and I’m sorry, but it needs to be done.” She just nodded, and I heard her jaw clench shut. Taking a deep breath --which burned my nose-- I lifted her . . .

. . . And winced when she screamed.

I flattened my ears against the noise, and pulled her completely off the wood spear. When I did, I cradled her to my chest and rocked her a little. The dead feeling I had had when I had heard the news from Shippo was gone now that I held her. I was whole again.

“Where are Miroku and Sango?” I ask gently. I needed to find them too, and soon if we wanted them to have any chance of surviving.

“Not here.” she coughed. “They left . . . .two days ago . . . .looking for . . .a demon who . . . .was causing . . . .trouble.”

I nodded, though she couldn’t see the movement, and decided I should get her out of here. I stood, careful not to move her again, and started moving out of the ruined village.

“Shippo!” I called, and the kit appeared at my side as if he had always been there. “Come on. We’re going now.”

“But . . . Miroku and Sango.” he whimpered.

“Are not here. They left two days ago to go hunt a demon.” I repeated Kagome’s words, and ran out of the burning village.

I brought her to a small cave that I had used as a hiding place as a child. It was rather safe, hidden deeper in the mountain than any person was willing to go, and smelled enough of human that no demon would ever come into it. Though . . .I had no idea how the ‘human’ smell had gotten in here if it was too far in for any human to go. But I really didn’t think on that too much.

As I cleaned her wounds --her legs were torn, and one calf was broken-- I decided that who ever did this was going to pay. Pay big time.

No one hurt what was mine and got away with it.