InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bankotsu&Kitra: Past Relations ❯ seventeen ( Chapter 17 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: kittyb78 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 03.27.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 115 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 03.27.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 115 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha! I do own Kitra, Darius, Kou, Nenji, and Tao, Sura, and Lovu and the plot, and story line..... There. I said it. (sighs)
Chapter 17:
Two months later: With Bankotsu and his group:
They’d stopped for lunch again. As the stew was cooking a strange man dressed in dark purple hakamas and a dark blue haori, with his long black hair flowing down his back, appeared out of nowhere in front of the group.
Bankotsu clenched his hand around the hilt of Banryu taking up a protective stance in front of his group, as Jakotsu moved to Kitra’s side, and the men protectively circled around their red haired sister.
The strange man spotted the beauty circled by protective men and said, “Ah, he was right my dear, you are a real beauty,” staring at the bewildered Kitra.
Bankotsu scowled ordering, “State your business,” drawing the stranger’s attention away from his wife.
The stranger took in the sight of the younger and very intimidating looking warrior and said, “And you must be Bankotsu,” smiling at the man’s shocked face.
Bankotsu scowled deeper. “Who are you and what the hell do you want?!” he demanded, glaring at the intruder.
The man answered evenly, “My name is Naraku, and I’ve come with a business proposal for you Bankotsu.” holding the warrior’s gaze.
Bankotsu blinked. “How do you know my name?” not trusting the strange man.
Naraku answered, “I know many things about you Bankotsu. You, and your friend Kitra,” pointing to the pregnant, beautiful red haired woman.
Bankotsu corrected sternly, “She’s my wife, and you leave her out of this.” glaring at the man.
Naraku assured, “I mean you and your wife no harm. I want you to work for me Bankotsu,” holding the younger man’s gaze, with his own steady gaze.
Bankotsu scoffed, “Now what could you possibly pay me to work for you?” keeping himself between the stranger and his adopted family.
Naraku smirked asking, “What if I could give you back the friend who was stolen from you?” Turning to Kitra he asked, “Wouldn’t you like to see your brother again?” in a hypnotic voice.
Kitra’s eyes narrowed as she said bluntly, “Darius is dead,” staring warily at the strange man, beginning to despise him for playing such a dirty rotten trick.
Naraku chuckled amused, turning back to Bankotsu and claimed, “I can bring your friend back, if you do as I ask of you.” in a serious voice.
Bankotsu snorted disbelievingly, and asked, “And how would you do that?” slightly intrigued.
Naraku held out his hand, holding up a single jewel shard; between his thumb and forefinger, and said, “With this. It’s a shard from the shikon jewel and it is very powerful.”
Never taking her eyes off of the man, Kitra motioned for the men to let her pass. They parted and she and Jakotsu slowly moved up to Bankotsu’s side, quickly followed by the other men.
Leaning over close to his ear, Kitra whispered seriously, “I don’t like this Bankotsu, I don’t trust this man. Darius would never be happy if he learned about this, or was brought back like this,” staring searchingly into his eyes.
Thinking it over, Bankotsu nodded agreeing in a low voice only she could hear, “I know Kit, now go back to the men and let me handle this,” using one hand to push her protectively behind him again.
Realizing things could quickly get ugly, Kitra obediently stepped back a few feet and the men instantly encircled her; acting as a human barrier between her and this ominous looking stranger, with glowing red eyes.
Staring directly into the man’s blood red eyes, Bankotsu said evenly, “I’m not interested in working for you, or your deal,” making sure he made their position clear.
Immensely displeased, Naraku scowled vowing darkly, “You will regret your decision, Bankotsu. Mark my words,” staring the warrior in the eyes, and left in a puff of smoke, cackling wickedly.
Kitra shivered as the chilly, ominous atmosphere began to lessen in intensity, as did the terrifying cackle. Her eyes welled with tears at the thought of her beloved brother and never seeing him again, as she placed her trembling hand on her plump stomach, lowering her head.
Bankotsu walked over, wrapping his strong arms around her and soothed her until her sobs stopped. Jakotsu and the others committed the stranger’s looks and name to memory, silently vowing to keep a watch for him.
Kitra leaned into Bankotsu’s chest and sobbed until she had no more tears, and pulled back staring him in the eyes. Bankotsu assured in a smooth voice, “Darius wouldn’t have wanted that Kitra. You know better than any of us, what a stickler he was about honor, and something like this would only dishonor him. You did right to leave him in peace and to let him stay dead, with the honor of protecting the person most important in the world to him.” Feeling better Kitra nodded and they began walking away.
As they passed another village, a frightened shriek filled the air followed with the screams of pain and sheer terror. Kitra’s eyes widened and she tore off in the direction, knowing only that a woman was in trouble. Bankotsu was in front of her and they came across a sickening sight.
A woman with wavy dark brown shoulder length hair and her brown eyes and was wearing a nice pale blue kimono dress; she was being held down by a strong looking man and trying to fight him off. Kitra didn’t have to even ask, Bankotsu rushed over kicking the man off the frightened girl and Kitra ran over to the woman, wrapping her arms and her spare haori around the shaking woman.
Bankotsu spat disgustedly as he recognized the man, “Kio,” Kitra’s eyes widened in shock and fear. Jakotsu was standing beside her and noticing her reaction, gripped his sword handle, ready to defend her.
Feeling her blood begin to boil, Kitra cried outraged, “Kio you bastard! How dare you attack another defenseless woman?!” narrowing her eyes angrily at the man.
Kio spat hatefully, “So you’re alive after all Bankotsu?” narrowing his gaze at his long time rival.
The shaking woman in the read haired woman’s arms, looked up and asked hesitantly, “Kitra is it really you?” as she reached up to grab a tendril of the red hair.
Kitra’s eyes widened in shock and she felt her heart racing against her chest, afraid to look down. Lowering her hazel eyes to the face of the trembling woman in her arms, she breathed disbelievingly, “Lissa?” as she met the brown eyes of her long thought dead best friend.
Kitra sobbed happily, “Oh Kami Lissa, it is you,” as she embraced her friend, both women crying in relief. Recognizing the name, Jakotsu looked down at the woman his little sister was holding and smiled, happy that his little sister had found her friend.
Bankotsu and Kio began fighting and eager to get back to his wife and check on her well being, Bankotsu made quick work of Kio, slicing the man in half with Banryu. He ran over to Kitra and was shocked to find her sobbing as the women embraced each other.
Kitra pulled back smiling, “Oh Lissa, I’m so happy you’re alive!” she cried relieved.
Bankotsu searched for any trace of Naraku’s shards and finding none, asked bewildered, “Lissa, how did you survive the village being slaughtered?”
Lissa stared at the man and recognizing him, answered, “Jumal.” Crying out horrified, “Oh no, I forgot about Ju, he’s hurt Kitra, really bad,” tears welling in her eyes as she moved to her feet and began running off in the direction of the village.
Kitra and the others tore off after Lissa and Kitra gasped as she saw her friend’s brother lying on a cot bleeding. “Jumal?” shock evident in her eyes, reaching out a shaky hand afraid he’d disappear as soon as she touched him.
Jumal felt her hands on his chest and asked groggily, “Kitra?” as he noticed the red haired woman kneeling beside him. She nodded with watery eyes, as she began removing the bandages and started healing the minor wounds, frowning at the more serious ones.
Bankotsu’s eyes widened as he watched her hands glowing and remembered the time she’d relieved his hangover. Once she’d done all she could, she asked Suikotsu to please tend the rest of the wounds.
Bankotsu nodded to him, and the man knelt beside the injured man and started calling off the herbs he’d need from the packs. Kitra threw herself into Bankotsu’s arms crying, “I thought they were dead,” as he held her, soothing her.
Calm down Kit, remember too much stress isn’t good for the baby, or you,” he sternly reminded, as he sat her down and handed her one of the canteens.
Kitra obediently drank the offered water and ceased her sobs. Lissa’s eyes took in her friend’s overlarge stomach and she gasped, “Kitra, you’re pregnant?!” evidently shocked beyond everything else.
Wiping her eyes, Kitra gave her a watery smile and nodded. Hearing this, Jumal raised his head and said groggily, “Bankotsu, good to see you man. Kitra I’m glad you’re safe.” sending them smiles, before allowing his head to fall back on the futon and groaning as the pain medicine began to take its toll.
Bankotsu smirked answering, “You too Ju, one of these days, you’re gonna have to tell me how you two survived, but for now, rest my friend,” placing a hand on his injured friend’s shoulder. Knowing he and his sister were in safe hands, Jumal nodded and closed his eyes, falling asleep.
Suikotsu informed his leader, “He looks much worse than his is. I checked the stomach wounds and luckily none of his organs were damaged.” Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he added, “We shouldn’t move him for at least a week though, give those wounds time to close, then we can move him safely.”
Lissa shakily stood up thanking the strange looking doctor and began making a stew for everyone.
Kitra asked curiously, “Lissa, how did you guys get here?” staring at her recently found childhood friend.
Lissa answered shakily, “We ran as the village was getting attacked. I was at my aunt’s toward the back of the village. Jumal came and got me and we ran.”
Kitra frowned. “But I saw him Lissa, I saw Ju fall as they attacked,” clearly puzzled.
Lissa nodded. “I don’t know how Kit, but he somehow managed to survive. He got me and we ran like hell. My legs ached for days after that. We stayed hidden as best we could, since Kio had vowed to find me and make me his wife,” shuddering in fear and revulsion.
Clearly remembering how sore her own muscles had been, when they’d escaped, Kitra nodded, adding sadly, “Darius, he died. Kou chased after us, with his guards. Darius fought them off allowing me to escape. Kou killed him and came after me,” tears slipped down her cheeks as she recounted the incident.
He pinned me to a tree and was cutting on me, I was so mad I just wanted his ass dead,” smiling at Bankotsu she added happily, “Then my knight in shining armor appeared out of nowhere and saved me.”
Bankotsu snorted reminding her seriously, “I’m no ‘knight in shining armor’ babe,” sending her a mock glare, as the guys snickered.
Kitra smiled, “Maybe not love, but you’re always saving me just in time,” wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing his cheek lovingly.
Smirking he placed a hand loving over her stomach and rubbed it vowing, “And I always will. For you and our children.” Eyes shining with love as he stared at her large stomach.
Lissa chuckled and said, “Now there’s a sight I never thought I’d live to see.” adding sadly, “It’s a shame Darius isn’t here to witness the birth,” her own eyes filling with unshed tears.
Kitra walked over embracing her friend and whispered, “I’m sorry Li, and I wish he were here too.” Lissa leaned into her friend and cried for the loss of the man who’d held her heart since childhood, though only her and Kitra knew that. She was sad he was gone, but grateful to still have her brother and her best friend.
Bankotsu ordered his men to patrol the area and set precautions against anyone coming into this hut, as he stayed with his wounded friend, and his wife’s only female friend.
A/N And… that’s chapter seventeen. More surprises in store, but the next chapter will be the final one in this part of the saga. -sniffs- I’m excited, yet sad at the same time. Oh well, enjoy and please remember I love hearing from my readers.
Chapter 17:
Two months later: With Bankotsu and his group:
They’d stopped for lunch again. As the stew was cooking a strange man dressed in dark purple hakamas and a dark blue haori, with his long black hair flowing down his back, appeared out of nowhere in front of the group.
Bankotsu clenched his hand around the hilt of Banryu taking up a protective stance in front of his group, as Jakotsu moved to Kitra’s side, and the men protectively circled around their red haired sister.
The strange man spotted the beauty circled by protective men and said, “Ah, he was right my dear, you are a real beauty,” staring at the bewildered Kitra.
Bankotsu scowled ordering, “State your business,” drawing the stranger’s attention away from his wife.
The stranger took in the sight of the younger and very intimidating looking warrior and said, “And you must be Bankotsu,” smiling at the man’s shocked face.
Bankotsu scowled deeper. “Who are you and what the hell do you want?!” he demanded, glaring at the intruder.
The man answered evenly, “My name is Naraku, and I’ve come with a business proposal for you Bankotsu.” holding the warrior’s gaze.
Bankotsu blinked. “How do you know my name?” not trusting the strange man.
Naraku answered, “I know many things about you Bankotsu. You, and your friend Kitra,” pointing to the pregnant, beautiful red haired woman.
Bankotsu corrected sternly, “She’s my wife, and you leave her out of this.” glaring at the man.
Naraku assured, “I mean you and your wife no harm. I want you to work for me Bankotsu,” holding the younger man’s gaze, with his own steady gaze.
Bankotsu scoffed, “Now what could you possibly pay me to work for you?” keeping himself between the stranger and his adopted family.
Naraku smirked asking, “What if I could give you back the friend who was stolen from you?” Turning to Kitra he asked, “Wouldn’t you like to see your brother again?” in a hypnotic voice.
Kitra’s eyes narrowed as she said bluntly, “Darius is dead,” staring warily at the strange man, beginning to despise him for playing such a dirty rotten trick.
Naraku chuckled amused, turning back to Bankotsu and claimed, “I can bring your friend back, if you do as I ask of you.” in a serious voice.
Bankotsu snorted disbelievingly, and asked, “And how would you do that?” slightly intrigued.
Naraku held out his hand, holding up a single jewel shard; between his thumb and forefinger, and said, “With this. It’s a shard from the shikon jewel and it is very powerful.”
Never taking her eyes off of the man, Kitra motioned for the men to let her pass. They parted and she and Jakotsu slowly moved up to Bankotsu’s side, quickly followed by the other men.
Leaning over close to his ear, Kitra whispered seriously, “I don’t like this Bankotsu, I don’t trust this man. Darius would never be happy if he learned about this, or was brought back like this,” staring searchingly into his eyes.
Thinking it over, Bankotsu nodded agreeing in a low voice only she could hear, “I know Kit, now go back to the men and let me handle this,” using one hand to push her protectively behind him again.
Realizing things could quickly get ugly, Kitra obediently stepped back a few feet and the men instantly encircled her; acting as a human barrier between her and this ominous looking stranger, with glowing red eyes.
Staring directly into the man’s blood red eyes, Bankotsu said evenly, “I’m not interested in working for you, or your deal,” making sure he made their position clear.
Immensely displeased, Naraku scowled vowing darkly, “You will regret your decision, Bankotsu. Mark my words,” staring the warrior in the eyes, and left in a puff of smoke, cackling wickedly.
Kitra shivered as the chilly, ominous atmosphere began to lessen in intensity, as did the terrifying cackle. Her eyes welled with tears at the thought of her beloved brother and never seeing him again, as she placed her trembling hand on her plump stomach, lowering her head.
Bankotsu walked over, wrapping his strong arms around her and soothed her until her sobs stopped. Jakotsu and the others committed the stranger’s looks and name to memory, silently vowing to keep a watch for him.
Kitra leaned into Bankotsu’s chest and sobbed until she had no more tears, and pulled back staring him in the eyes. Bankotsu assured in a smooth voice, “Darius wouldn’t have wanted that Kitra. You know better than any of us, what a stickler he was about honor, and something like this would only dishonor him. You did right to leave him in peace and to let him stay dead, with the honor of protecting the person most important in the world to him.” Feeling better Kitra nodded and they began walking away.
As they passed another village, a frightened shriek filled the air followed with the screams of pain and sheer terror. Kitra’s eyes widened and she tore off in the direction, knowing only that a woman was in trouble. Bankotsu was in front of her and they came across a sickening sight.
A woman with wavy dark brown shoulder length hair and her brown eyes and was wearing a nice pale blue kimono dress; she was being held down by a strong looking man and trying to fight him off. Kitra didn’t have to even ask, Bankotsu rushed over kicking the man off the frightened girl and Kitra ran over to the woman, wrapping her arms and her spare haori around the shaking woman.
Bankotsu spat disgustedly as he recognized the man, “Kio,” Kitra’s eyes widened in shock and fear. Jakotsu was standing beside her and noticing her reaction, gripped his sword handle, ready to defend her.
Feeling her blood begin to boil, Kitra cried outraged, “Kio you bastard! How dare you attack another defenseless woman?!” narrowing her eyes angrily at the man.
Kio spat hatefully, “So you’re alive after all Bankotsu?” narrowing his gaze at his long time rival.
The shaking woman in the read haired woman’s arms, looked up and asked hesitantly, “Kitra is it really you?” as she reached up to grab a tendril of the red hair.
Kitra’s eyes widened in shock and she felt her heart racing against her chest, afraid to look down. Lowering her hazel eyes to the face of the trembling woman in her arms, she breathed disbelievingly, “Lissa?” as she met the brown eyes of her long thought dead best friend.
Kitra sobbed happily, “Oh Kami Lissa, it is you,” as she embraced her friend, both women crying in relief. Recognizing the name, Jakotsu looked down at the woman his little sister was holding and smiled, happy that his little sister had found her friend.
Bankotsu and Kio began fighting and eager to get back to his wife and check on her well being, Bankotsu made quick work of Kio, slicing the man in half with Banryu. He ran over to Kitra and was shocked to find her sobbing as the women embraced each other.
Kitra pulled back smiling, “Oh Lissa, I’m so happy you’re alive!” she cried relieved.
Bankotsu searched for any trace of Naraku’s shards and finding none, asked bewildered, “Lissa, how did you survive the village being slaughtered?”
Lissa stared at the man and recognizing him, answered, “Jumal.” Crying out horrified, “Oh no, I forgot about Ju, he’s hurt Kitra, really bad,” tears welling in her eyes as she moved to her feet and began running off in the direction of the village.
Kitra and the others tore off after Lissa and Kitra gasped as she saw her friend’s brother lying on a cot bleeding. “Jumal?” shock evident in her eyes, reaching out a shaky hand afraid he’d disappear as soon as she touched him.
Jumal felt her hands on his chest and asked groggily, “Kitra?” as he noticed the red haired woman kneeling beside him. She nodded with watery eyes, as she began removing the bandages and started healing the minor wounds, frowning at the more serious ones.
Bankotsu’s eyes widened as he watched her hands glowing and remembered the time she’d relieved his hangover. Once she’d done all she could, she asked Suikotsu to please tend the rest of the wounds.
Bankotsu nodded to him, and the man knelt beside the injured man and started calling off the herbs he’d need from the packs. Kitra threw herself into Bankotsu’s arms crying, “I thought they were dead,” as he held her, soothing her.
Calm down Kit, remember too much stress isn’t good for the baby, or you,” he sternly reminded, as he sat her down and handed her one of the canteens.
Kitra obediently drank the offered water and ceased her sobs. Lissa’s eyes took in her friend’s overlarge stomach and she gasped, “Kitra, you’re pregnant?!” evidently shocked beyond everything else.
Wiping her eyes, Kitra gave her a watery smile and nodded. Hearing this, Jumal raised his head and said groggily, “Bankotsu, good to see you man. Kitra I’m glad you’re safe.” sending them smiles, before allowing his head to fall back on the futon and groaning as the pain medicine began to take its toll.
Bankotsu smirked answering, “You too Ju, one of these days, you’re gonna have to tell me how you two survived, but for now, rest my friend,” placing a hand on his injured friend’s shoulder. Knowing he and his sister were in safe hands, Jumal nodded and closed his eyes, falling asleep.
Suikotsu informed his leader, “He looks much worse than his is. I checked the stomach wounds and luckily none of his organs were damaged.” Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he added, “We shouldn’t move him for at least a week though, give those wounds time to close, then we can move him safely.”
Lissa shakily stood up thanking the strange looking doctor and began making a stew for everyone.
Kitra asked curiously, “Lissa, how did you guys get here?” staring at her recently found childhood friend.
Lissa answered shakily, “We ran as the village was getting attacked. I was at my aunt’s toward the back of the village. Jumal came and got me and we ran.”
Kitra frowned. “But I saw him Lissa, I saw Ju fall as they attacked,” clearly puzzled.
Lissa nodded. “I don’t know how Kit, but he somehow managed to survive. He got me and we ran like hell. My legs ached for days after that. We stayed hidden as best we could, since Kio had vowed to find me and make me his wife,” shuddering in fear and revulsion.
Clearly remembering how sore her own muscles had been, when they’d escaped, Kitra nodded, adding sadly, “Darius, he died. Kou chased after us, with his guards. Darius fought them off allowing me to escape. Kou killed him and came after me,” tears slipped down her cheeks as she recounted the incident.
He pinned me to a tree and was cutting on me, I was so mad I just wanted his ass dead,” smiling at Bankotsu she added happily, “Then my knight in shining armor appeared out of nowhere and saved me.”
Bankotsu snorted reminding her seriously, “I’m no ‘knight in shining armor’ babe,” sending her a mock glare, as the guys snickered.
Kitra smiled, “Maybe not love, but you’re always saving me just in time,” wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing his cheek lovingly.
Smirking he placed a hand loving over her stomach and rubbed it vowing, “And I always will. For you and our children.” Eyes shining with love as he stared at her large stomach.
Lissa chuckled and said, “Now there’s a sight I never thought I’d live to see.” adding sadly, “It’s a shame Darius isn’t here to witness the birth,” her own eyes filling with unshed tears.
Kitra walked over embracing her friend and whispered, “I’m sorry Li, and I wish he were here too.” Lissa leaned into her friend and cried for the loss of the man who’d held her heart since childhood, though only her and Kitra knew that. She was sad he was gone, but grateful to still have her brother and her best friend.
Bankotsu ordered his men to patrol the area and set precautions against anyone coming into this hut, as he stayed with his wounded friend, and his wife’s only female friend.
A/N And… that’s chapter seventeen. More surprises in store, but the next chapter will be the final one in this part of the saga. -sniffs- I’m excited, yet sad at the same time. Oh well, enjoy and please remember I love hearing from my readers.