InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ An Undefined Rage ❯ The Beginnings of a Storm ( Chapter 1 )

An Undefined Rage

Summary: She walked off in an ice cold rage leaving all her friends behind. But not without assuring them that she would return. With a lock on her heart and her emotions she walked away into the middle a storm. And this storm would not end with the rain.

 

Chapter 1:The Beginnings of a Storm

“You're just a stupid shard detector,” rang through the forest echoing in the young girls ears. She had seen the furious expression on his face when he yelled it and had lowered her head in an attempt to hold back the tears. It was a given that he would smell them but she also knew he would take it as submission. She clenched her fists as she made an attempt to get herself under control. Every emotion was soon under control except one. Her eyes burned with an intense rage as she lifted her gaze to stare defiantly at the hanyou in front of her. The wind blew strongly through the trees lifting her waist-length hair to blow wildly about her head.

 

The white-haired boy in front of her tried to keep the angry look on his face. The look she gave him came very near to terrifying him though. Especially as he watched the fire in her eyes turn to ice colder than the gaze of his elder brother. An intense shiver ran up his spine as he came close to visibly shaking. The low angry growl she seemed to be emitting didn't help either.

 

She watched him calmly as she finally got her anger under control. She noticed the slight glint of terror in his eyes and the shiver of fear. A smile threatened to cross her face in pleasure at the sight but she quickly stopped herself.

 

“Inuyasha,” she said in an overly calm voice, “Sit.”

 

She had whispered the word quietly under her breath but the ice and hatred dripping in her voice intensified the magic of his rosary pushing the silver-haired hanyou into the ground harder then ever before. The girl then turned to her friends that had been watching. They were all staring at the boy lying face first in the dirt with almost horrified expressions. Her expression never once changed except to calm somewhat as she addressed her friends.

 

“Sango,” she said looking at the taijiya in front of her. “Would you take care of Shippo for a while for me?”

 

Sango glanced over at the young kit for a moment. She watched as he looked between the girl he thought of as a mother and herself. She sighed sadly hoping the kit wouldn't be heart broken.

 

“Sure, Kagome,” Sango answered her. Kagome nodded silently before looking down to the young kitsune.

 

“Behave, Shippo. I'll be back for you.” With that said the once bubbly futuristic girl turned away to walk steadily into the forest.

 

 

Sango gazed after the girl that was like a sister to her. As the sun began to set the trio sat listening as Inuyasha finally managed to get up. Only the fire neko in Sangos lap looked over at the hanyou.

 

“Oi, Wench,” he screamed before starting to follow the girl who was now long gone. He had barely made it a foot forward before the monk's staff hit him over the head. He stopped and turned to look at the trio sitting in the grass. None of them looked at him. They just sat there watching the forest. “What was that for, monk!?”

 

The houshi in question turned his sad gaze toward his friend. Sango quietly placed her hand on his shoulder to calm him but did not say anything. “You're not going after her this time, Inuyasha.”

 

“And why not, Miroku?” the hanyou asked. He crossed his arms over his chest angrily. Miroku looked at Sango placing his hand over hers a moment before both removed them as he stood to face the hanyou with a glare.

 

“Because you have hurt Kagome too many times to count, Inuyasha. I fear this time is one too many. You will just have to wait for her return,” Miroku said calmly to the annoyed hanyou.

 

“How do you know she'll come back?” Inuyasha queried. “You saw her. She's worse than Sesshomaru now.”

 

“She left Shippo,” Sango whispered quietly as she gazed at the kit sitting beside her.

 

“Yes, she will be back for Shippo at least,” the monk confirmed.

 

“Why should she come back for that stupid brat?” Inuyasha asked heatedly. The young fox youkai visibly flinched. Sango knew what was coming and sure enough it did. The kitsune turned a teary but furious gaze at the hanyou as he jumped onto the monks shoulder.

 

“Shut up, Inuyasha. It's your fault she left. She left cause of you, Idiot!” he screamed at the hanyou before turning to run back to the village. Sango fumed silently as she hit the hanyou with her giant boomerang. She shouldered the large weapon once he was on the ground dazed then followed Shippo to the village with her fire neko close behind.

 

“Because she loves him, Inuyasha,” the monk said to the dazed boy lying on the ground once more. “As she did you once.”

 

He then turned and followed the rest of his friends.

 

 

Inuyasha blinked away the swirls in his eyes before sitting up to gaze after his friends. He knew where but they went but felt that he couldn't follow this time. He sighed sadly thinking for a moment about Miroku's parting words. He turned his gaze in the direction Kagome went for a moment. `She loved you, Baka.' The thought echoed inside his head as he stood under the full moon gazing after her. Shaking his head in an attempt to get rid of the echoing he turned to go in the opposite direction of all his friends.

 

He paused quietly by the old bone eaters well gazing down into it. `Someone should tell her mother,' he though quietly when he failed to catch Kagome's scent there. He was about to jump in but caught himself. A picture of the girls' mother raging at him was enough to send him running. He continued on past the well as fast as he could. Nothing would stop him anytime soon.

 

 

Kagome paused a moment in the middle of the forest to gaze at the sky a moment. She had been walking since midafternoon when she had left the hanyou and her friends. She stood in the center of a clearing far past the border into the eastern lands. Her calm icy gaze never wavered as she watched the full moon. A wave of pain hit her again as she stood there. It was more intense than the ones previous forcing her to her knees. As the pain passed she sat back on her heels planning on staying the night in the clearing. Thunder sounded far off reminding her to start a fire. Before she could rise to find firewood another wave of pain hit knocking her unconscious. She rocked back onto the ground to lie in an unusual position. She landed lying stretched out flat on her back with her legs together. Some unconscious thought brought her arms up to fold her hands just beneath her chest. The thunder rolled every few minutes for the longest time making its way closer. Each time the thunder rolled closer together till the lightning became visible lighting the clearing as if it were day every minute. She managed to wake for one moment while the lightning flashed to see a tall white-haired figure standing over her before another wave of pain came to lock away her senses.