InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bankotsu&Kitra: Return Of Darius ❯ One ( Chapter 1 )
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By: kittyb78 
Bankotsu and Kitra and their friends take care of the kids.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.27.2009 | Updated On: 03.27.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 140 | Status: Work In Progress
Bankotsu and Kitra and their friends take care of the kids.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.27.2009 | Updated On: 03.27.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 140 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha! I do own all of the OC’s referenced, and the plot, and story line... There. I said it. (sighs)
A/N welcome readers, to the final installment of the Bankotsu&Kitra Trilogy. Please enjoy.
Last time in Bankotsu&Kitra: Past Relations:
On the other side of the land:
Naraku had finally come across the area where the body was now a skeleton pinned against a tree. Smirking sadistically, he back tracked until he found a grave off to the side.
“This is the place,” he declared as he used his tentacles to burrow deep into the dirt. Finding the skeleton, he placed a jewel shard in the neck area and commanded repeating, “Awaken Darius, awaken. Awaken Darius, awaken!” Making sure to erase the man’s memories, smirking triumphantly as he watched as the bones began glowing and flesh began forming on the bones.
Vibrant reddish brown hair surrounded the head as the naked man sat up. Striking virid eyes, met ruby eyes and he asked, “Who are you?” confused.
Naraku answered, “My name is Naraku, and you Darius, are my soldier, now go forth and rid me of Inuyasha and his comrades.” And began explaining everything the warrior would need to know about the Inutachi. He stood to his feet and instructed, “Now, go forth and destroy my enemies Darius, starting with the one called Inuyasha.”
Ever the dutiful soldier, Darius answered in a flat tone, “As you wish, my master,” bowing respectfully towards the man. He gathered his clothes, and his sword and dressing, set off to carry out his master’s orders.
As he watched the warrior take his leave, Naraku proclaimed, “Now Bankotsu, you will indeed regret your decision.” and began cackling as the night closed around the area, and he disappeared into the mist.
Chapter 1:
Six months later:
Kitra waited for Bankotsu to return from getting the supplies they’d need as everyone had finally moved into the cabin, with plenty of rooms, including a couple spare rooms for when the kids were old enough to need their own rooms.
She faced her husband as he walked through the front door and requested, “Bankotsu, please take me to his grave. I want to say my final farewells to Darius. I need to make peace with his passing, and this is the only way.” pleading with her eyes for him to understand.
Bankotsu asked concerned, “Are you sure you’re ready Kitra? I don’t want you rushing into anything,” knowing that if she rushed, they’d never be able to move on, without his memories bringing her to tears.
Kitra nodded assuring firmly, “It’s time Bankotsu,” staring deeply into the eyes of her beloved husband.
Seeing the determination in her eyes, he nodded confirming, “Okay, we’ll head out tomorrow.”
Kitra hugged him saying, “Thanks Ban,” as he hugged her back sighing.
Overhearing the conversation, Lissa added, “I’d like to go as well, if you two don’t mind?” Jumal seconded it. Both wanted to make peace with their childhood friend’s death as well.
Bankotsu nodded, “Asking, what about the kids?” pointing to his offspring, who were busily attacking their oatmeal and making a big mess of their uncles Jakotsu and Suikotsu.
Kitra asked wistfully, “Would it be so terrible to bring them with?” wanting her brother to know about his niece and nephew.
Bankotsu hesitated a moment, then decided, “I suppose not,” melting a little inside at the smile on his wife’s face and the approval in her eyes, as she silently thanked him.
As an afterthought, Kitra suggested, “We could make a trip of it, a family outing, if you’d feel better having the others with us,” placing a comforting hand on her nervous husband’s shoulder.
Bankotsu grinned and nodded liking the sound of that. He would feel better if someone, not emotionally involved with this gloomy task, was there to help watch and protect the kids.
Facing his men he asked, “Would the three of you mind taking a trip with us?” not wanting to force them into anything.
Renkotsu faced him answering, “I think I speak for all of us, big brother, when I say that we’d gladly accompany you and the others.”
Suikotsu and Jakotsu both nodding, as they picked up the messy kids, who were chewing on their wash clothes. Jakotsu added merrily, “Someone has to keep these little darlings out of trouble,” grinning as his niece tossed the rag in Renkotsu’s face and started giggling.
Renkotsu glared at Jakotsu, but lightly tugged a red curl as he lightly scolded, “Behave now little one,” earning a miniature version of her father’s infamous smirk, and causing all the adults to laugh.
Bankotsu proudly thanked his men, instructing, “As always, bring your weapons just in case. We’ll head out at sun rise.” ever the diligent leader.
Kitra smiled as she and Lissa began packing what they would need for the kids in a separate bag, and for the journey into another bag.
Lissa had been outfitted with a bow and several quivers of arrows, preferring to leave the sword fighting to the men. She added her daggers to her outfit for tomorrow, and saying goodnight to everyone, turned in for the night.
Kitra began cleaning up the messes her hyperactive children had made, while Bankotsu and Jumal watched the kids, entertaining them until bed time. Bankotsu cooed to his son as he tickled the boy, acting much like a kid himself and sticking his tongue out at his daughter who was having a fit, wanting to get out of his lap.
Jumal laughed, taking the little girl into his arms, as Bankotsu childishly stuck his tongue out at his daughter again, before yelping as his son’s tiny fist grabbed his tongue, babbling at him.
Jumal shook his head in amusement and grinned, “Oh they’re your kids alright Ban,” he informed his pouting friend, who grinned proudly agreeing, “Yes they are,” as he began blowing bubbles on his giggling son’s tummy.
Once the kids had been tired out and put to sleep, then placed in their crib, Jumal bid everyone good night and turned in as well.
Jakotsu went to the hot springs to bathe before turning in. Renkotsu and Suikotsu checked the perimeter ensuring the place was safe, and locked up the cabin, before turning in themselves.
Once everyone else had turned in and the house had grown quiet, Bankotsu carried his yawning wife to bed and crawled in beside her. She snuggled into his strong arms and fell instantly asleep.
Bankotsu stared up at the ceiling a while thinking about the coming trip and what it meant as far as being able to move on with their lives. Smiling as Kitra mumbled in her sleep, he lovingly kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes. A short while later he fell asleep.
The next morning an hour before sunrise:
Kitra woke up to the sound of her daughter fussing. She crawled out of her husband’s warm embrace and went to check on her daughter.
Picking up her daughter, she soothed, “Leiko sweetie, what’s the matter with my girl?” Leiko began trying to undo her mother’s haori nuzzling. Kitra smiled, “Ah, a little angel’s hungry is she?” she replied, freeing her milk filled breast.
As soon as Leiko smelled the milk, she latched onto the nipple and began drinking greedily, smiling up at her mother and reaching for her fiery locks. Kitra laughed.
Hyokotsu woke up crying and beating his fists against the bed as he waited for his breakfast.
Bankotsu rolled out of bed and walked over, picking up his son, instructing, “You have to wait your turn young man,” staring into his son’s eyes, and wagging his finger at the child.
Hyokotsu stopped crying and started trying to grab his papa’s finger, amused for the moment as his father began playing a game of keep away with the laughing child.
Once Kitra finished feeding Leiko, she burped her and put her on the floor, holding out her hands for her son. Bankotsu passed her their son and picked up his daughter, who was busy tugging the leg of his hakamas, trying to climb up his leg.
He scooped her into his arms and laughed as she grabbed his braid. Kitra stated amused, “She certainly seems to have a thing for hair, huh Ban?”
Bankotsu sighed, “Yup,” as he removed the end of his braid from his daughter’s strong grasp, giving her his finger to play with, until he could get her toy.
Leiko began slobbering on her papa’s finger, until he slipped his finger from her mouth and handed her a small teething strip.
“She’s getting her teeth in Kit, “ he informed his wife, as he rubbed his daughter’s top jaw, feeling a tiny bump.
Kitra laughed, “They both are,” as her son burped. “Hyou has one not quite breaking the skin yet either, which means I’m going to have to break them of biting while nursing soon.”
Bankotsu nodded and handed his son another chew strip. He carried both of their children over to his bed, while Kitra prepared the slings.
She placed one sling on her chest and taking their son, placed him into the sling in front of her.
Bankotsu handed their son his chew strip and carried their daughter and the other sling into the kitchen.
Lissa had already made breakfast and was setting it on the table as everyone began filing into the room.
Smiling as she placed the last of the food and the freshly squeezed juice on the table, Lissa walked over, taking the other sling and strapping it to her like Kitra had.
Smiling, Kitra placed her daughter into the sling in front of Lissa and handed her a chew strip. Kitra laughed tying Lissa’s hair back and warned, “She has a thing for hair lately, so I thought you’d want it safe from prying hands.”
Lissa grinned nodding as she stared down at the little girl who was beginning to look more like her mama every day, except for her almost constant smirk that was a miniature copy of her proud father’s.
Everyone sat down eating together, and then Kitra passed the children’s bag to Renkotsu to carry. He placed it on his back and nodded. Kitra passed Jakotsu the bag holding everything else for their trip and he smiled slinging it over the front of his chest.
Bankotsu strapped Kitra’s sword to her hip and grabbed Banryu, before unlocking the door and making sure everyone was ready. Once everyone confirmed they were ready, Bankotsu lead the group outside and locked the door, before moving to the front of the group.
Kitra and Lissa walked behind Bankotsu and Jakotsu. Suikotsu walked to the right of the girls, behind them, and Jumal on the left, behind them. Renkotsu guarded the rear and the small procession began their lengthy trip towards Darius’s grave; everyone keeping their eyes and ears open for any signs of trouble.
After a few times of stopping to change and soothe the kids with water bottles and jerky strips, the group continued.
An hour before sunset:
Kitra and Lissa had swapped with Renkotsu and Jakotsu carrying the kids. They had arrived at the place where Kitra and Darius had taken their last break. Kitra and Bankotsu had given their children a fresh chew strip each and prepared to walk over to the grave.
Lissa and Jumal stayed close behind their friends. Suikotsu was appointed on guard duty in case anyone suspicious should approach.
As they neared the grave Kitra began to feel a strong sensation that something was wrong with it. She looked at Bankotsu, silently communicating her feeling of forewarning, and he nodded squeezing her hand, signaling he understood.
“Lissa, You and Ju hang back a minute, “ she said trying not to let on that something was wrong. Lissa and Jumal obediently stopped dead in their tracks and waited.
Taking a deep breath, Kitra squeezed Bankotsu’s hand signaling she was ready and they moved toward the burial site. Bankotsu stopped two feet away blocking Kitra’s sight as he ordered firmly, “Stay here and keep your guard up.”
Kitra reluctantly stopped and her hand went to her sword, she was now more anxious than ever. Bankotsu clutched Banryu and approached the grave confirming out loud, “It’s been tampered with.”
At Bankotsu’s signal, Kitra shakily walked over and started crying, “Oh Ban, you don’t think it was the creepy Naraku fellow do you?” fear in her eyes.
Bankotsu answered honestly, “I don’t know Kitra, it could just have easily been grave robbers.”
Kitra fought back her tears and moved closer, as she began helping Bankotsu move the dirt.
Clenching his jaw, and not liking this situation one bit, Bankotsu pulled her hands away and ordered austerely, “Go back to the other’s Kit, and check on the kids.”
She nodded and began the trip back over to the others. On her way back she informed Lissa and Jumal upset, “Someone has disturbed the grave. Bankotsu’s looking into it now.”
Lissa buried her head in Jumal’s chest and started crying. Jumal held his sobbing sibling as he wondered who would do something like this.
Kitra checked on her children assuring they were safe and trying not to cry. Jakotsu asked concerned, “What is it?” staring at his little sister.
Before Kitra could reply, Bankotsu walked up heaving a heavy sigh and answered, “Its empty.” watching Kitra’s shoulders slump.
Jakotsu’s eyes widened and Renkotsu frowned. Bankotsu walked over to the river and cleaned the soil off his hands before pulling Kitra into his arms vowing, “We’ll find out what happened Kit. We won’t rest until we do.” She nodded and cried into his chest, feeling horribly dejected. Someone had completely desecrated her venerated brother’s grave.
A/N Okay people, there’s chapter one! :D
Poor Darius and poor Kitra; Seems she just can’t get a break, can she?
A/N welcome readers, to the final installment of the Bankotsu&Kitra Trilogy. Please enjoy.
Last time in Bankotsu&Kitra: Past Relations:
On the other side of the land:
Naraku had finally come across the area where the body was now a skeleton pinned against a tree. Smirking sadistically, he back tracked until he found a grave off to the side.
“This is the place,” he declared as he used his tentacles to burrow deep into the dirt. Finding the skeleton, he placed a jewel shard in the neck area and commanded repeating, “Awaken Darius, awaken. Awaken Darius, awaken!” Making sure to erase the man’s memories, smirking triumphantly as he watched as the bones began glowing and flesh began forming on the bones.
Vibrant reddish brown hair surrounded the head as the naked man sat up. Striking virid eyes, met ruby eyes and he asked, “Who are you?” confused.
Naraku answered, “My name is Naraku, and you Darius, are my soldier, now go forth and rid me of Inuyasha and his comrades.” And began explaining everything the warrior would need to know about the Inutachi. He stood to his feet and instructed, “Now, go forth and destroy my enemies Darius, starting with the one called Inuyasha.”
Ever the dutiful soldier, Darius answered in a flat tone, “As you wish, my master,” bowing respectfully towards the man. He gathered his clothes, and his sword and dressing, set off to carry out his master’s orders.
As he watched the warrior take his leave, Naraku proclaimed, “Now Bankotsu, you will indeed regret your decision.” and began cackling as the night closed around the area, and he disappeared into the mist.
Chapter 1:
Six months later:
Kitra waited for Bankotsu to return from getting the supplies they’d need as everyone had finally moved into the cabin, with plenty of rooms, including a couple spare rooms for when the kids were old enough to need their own rooms.
She faced her husband as he walked through the front door and requested, “Bankotsu, please take me to his grave. I want to say my final farewells to Darius. I need to make peace with his passing, and this is the only way.” pleading with her eyes for him to understand.
Bankotsu asked concerned, “Are you sure you’re ready Kitra? I don’t want you rushing into anything,” knowing that if she rushed, they’d never be able to move on, without his memories bringing her to tears.
Kitra nodded assuring firmly, “It’s time Bankotsu,” staring deeply into the eyes of her beloved husband.
Seeing the determination in her eyes, he nodded confirming, “Okay, we’ll head out tomorrow.”
Kitra hugged him saying, “Thanks Ban,” as he hugged her back sighing.
Overhearing the conversation, Lissa added, “I’d like to go as well, if you two don’t mind?” Jumal seconded it. Both wanted to make peace with their childhood friend’s death as well.
Bankotsu nodded, “Asking, what about the kids?” pointing to his offspring, who were busily attacking their oatmeal and making a big mess of their uncles Jakotsu and Suikotsu.
Kitra asked wistfully, “Would it be so terrible to bring them with?” wanting her brother to know about his niece and nephew.
Bankotsu hesitated a moment, then decided, “I suppose not,” melting a little inside at the smile on his wife’s face and the approval in her eyes, as she silently thanked him.
As an afterthought, Kitra suggested, “We could make a trip of it, a family outing, if you’d feel better having the others with us,” placing a comforting hand on her nervous husband’s shoulder.
Bankotsu grinned and nodded liking the sound of that. He would feel better if someone, not emotionally involved with this gloomy task, was there to help watch and protect the kids.
Facing his men he asked, “Would the three of you mind taking a trip with us?” not wanting to force them into anything.
Renkotsu faced him answering, “I think I speak for all of us, big brother, when I say that we’d gladly accompany you and the others.”
Suikotsu and Jakotsu both nodding, as they picked up the messy kids, who were chewing on their wash clothes. Jakotsu added merrily, “Someone has to keep these little darlings out of trouble,” grinning as his niece tossed the rag in Renkotsu’s face and started giggling.
Renkotsu glared at Jakotsu, but lightly tugged a red curl as he lightly scolded, “Behave now little one,” earning a miniature version of her father’s infamous smirk, and causing all the adults to laugh.
Bankotsu proudly thanked his men, instructing, “As always, bring your weapons just in case. We’ll head out at sun rise.” ever the diligent leader.
Kitra smiled as she and Lissa began packing what they would need for the kids in a separate bag, and for the journey into another bag.
Lissa had been outfitted with a bow and several quivers of arrows, preferring to leave the sword fighting to the men. She added her daggers to her outfit for tomorrow, and saying goodnight to everyone, turned in for the night.
Kitra began cleaning up the messes her hyperactive children had made, while Bankotsu and Jumal watched the kids, entertaining them until bed time. Bankotsu cooed to his son as he tickled the boy, acting much like a kid himself and sticking his tongue out at his daughter who was having a fit, wanting to get out of his lap.
Jumal laughed, taking the little girl into his arms, as Bankotsu childishly stuck his tongue out at his daughter again, before yelping as his son’s tiny fist grabbed his tongue, babbling at him.
Jumal shook his head in amusement and grinned, “Oh they’re your kids alright Ban,” he informed his pouting friend, who grinned proudly agreeing, “Yes they are,” as he began blowing bubbles on his giggling son’s tummy.
Once the kids had been tired out and put to sleep, then placed in their crib, Jumal bid everyone good night and turned in as well.
Jakotsu went to the hot springs to bathe before turning in. Renkotsu and Suikotsu checked the perimeter ensuring the place was safe, and locked up the cabin, before turning in themselves.
Once everyone else had turned in and the house had grown quiet, Bankotsu carried his yawning wife to bed and crawled in beside her. She snuggled into his strong arms and fell instantly asleep.
Bankotsu stared up at the ceiling a while thinking about the coming trip and what it meant as far as being able to move on with their lives. Smiling as Kitra mumbled in her sleep, he lovingly kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes. A short while later he fell asleep.
The next morning an hour before sunrise:
Kitra woke up to the sound of her daughter fussing. She crawled out of her husband’s warm embrace and went to check on her daughter.
Picking up her daughter, she soothed, “Leiko sweetie, what’s the matter with my girl?” Leiko began trying to undo her mother’s haori nuzzling. Kitra smiled, “Ah, a little angel’s hungry is she?” she replied, freeing her milk filled breast.
As soon as Leiko smelled the milk, she latched onto the nipple and began drinking greedily, smiling up at her mother and reaching for her fiery locks. Kitra laughed.
Hyokotsu woke up crying and beating his fists against the bed as he waited for his breakfast.
Bankotsu rolled out of bed and walked over, picking up his son, instructing, “You have to wait your turn young man,” staring into his son’s eyes, and wagging his finger at the child.
Hyokotsu stopped crying and started trying to grab his papa’s finger, amused for the moment as his father began playing a game of keep away with the laughing child.
Once Kitra finished feeding Leiko, she burped her and put her on the floor, holding out her hands for her son. Bankotsu passed her their son and picked up his daughter, who was busy tugging the leg of his hakamas, trying to climb up his leg.
He scooped her into his arms and laughed as she grabbed his braid. Kitra stated amused, “She certainly seems to have a thing for hair, huh Ban?”
Bankotsu sighed, “Yup,” as he removed the end of his braid from his daughter’s strong grasp, giving her his finger to play with, until he could get her toy.
Leiko began slobbering on her papa’s finger, until he slipped his finger from her mouth and handed her a small teething strip.
“She’s getting her teeth in Kit, “ he informed his wife, as he rubbed his daughter’s top jaw, feeling a tiny bump.
Kitra laughed, “They both are,” as her son burped. “Hyou has one not quite breaking the skin yet either, which means I’m going to have to break them of biting while nursing soon.”
Bankotsu nodded and handed his son another chew strip. He carried both of their children over to his bed, while Kitra prepared the slings.
She placed one sling on her chest and taking their son, placed him into the sling in front of her.
Bankotsu handed their son his chew strip and carried their daughter and the other sling into the kitchen.
Lissa had already made breakfast and was setting it on the table as everyone began filing into the room.
Smiling as she placed the last of the food and the freshly squeezed juice on the table, Lissa walked over, taking the other sling and strapping it to her like Kitra had.
Smiling, Kitra placed her daughter into the sling in front of Lissa and handed her a chew strip. Kitra laughed tying Lissa’s hair back and warned, “She has a thing for hair lately, so I thought you’d want it safe from prying hands.”
Lissa grinned nodding as she stared down at the little girl who was beginning to look more like her mama every day, except for her almost constant smirk that was a miniature copy of her proud father’s.
Everyone sat down eating together, and then Kitra passed the children’s bag to Renkotsu to carry. He placed it on his back and nodded. Kitra passed Jakotsu the bag holding everything else for their trip and he smiled slinging it over the front of his chest.
Bankotsu strapped Kitra’s sword to her hip and grabbed Banryu, before unlocking the door and making sure everyone was ready. Once everyone confirmed they were ready, Bankotsu lead the group outside and locked the door, before moving to the front of the group.
Kitra and Lissa walked behind Bankotsu and Jakotsu. Suikotsu walked to the right of the girls, behind them, and Jumal on the left, behind them. Renkotsu guarded the rear and the small procession began their lengthy trip towards Darius’s grave; everyone keeping their eyes and ears open for any signs of trouble.
After a few times of stopping to change and soothe the kids with water bottles and jerky strips, the group continued.
An hour before sunset:
Kitra and Lissa had swapped with Renkotsu and Jakotsu carrying the kids. They had arrived at the place where Kitra and Darius had taken their last break. Kitra and Bankotsu had given their children a fresh chew strip each and prepared to walk over to the grave.
Lissa and Jumal stayed close behind their friends. Suikotsu was appointed on guard duty in case anyone suspicious should approach.
As they neared the grave Kitra began to feel a strong sensation that something was wrong with it. She looked at Bankotsu, silently communicating her feeling of forewarning, and he nodded squeezing her hand, signaling he understood.
“Lissa, You and Ju hang back a minute, “ she said trying not to let on that something was wrong. Lissa and Jumal obediently stopped dead in their tracks and waited.
Taking a deep breath, Kitra squeezed Bankotsu’s hand signaling she was ready and they moved toward the burial site. Bankotsu stopped two feet away blocking Kitra’s sight as he ordered firmly, “Stay here and keep your guard up.”
Kitra reluctantly stopped and her hand went to her sword, she was now more anxious than ever. Bankotsu clutched Banryu and approached the grave confirming out loud, “It’s been tampered with.”
At Bankotsu’s signal, Kitra shakily walked over and started crying, “Oh Ban, you don’t think it was the creepy Naraku fellow do you?” fear in her eyes.
Bankotsu answered honestly, “I don’t know Kitra, it could just have easily been grave robbers.”
Kitra fought back her tears and moved closer, as she began helping Bankotsu move the dirt.
Clenching his jaw, and not liking this situation one bit, Bankotsu pulled her hands away and ordered austerely, “Go back to the other’s Kit, and check on the kids.”
She nodded and began the trip back over to the others. On her way back she informed Lissa and Jumal upset, “Someone has disturbed the grave. Bankotsu’s looking into it now.”
Lissa buried her head in Jumal’s chest and started crying. Jumal held his sobbing sibling as he wondered who would do something like this.
Kitra checked on her children assuring they were safe and trying not to cry. Jakotsu asked concerned, “What is it?” staring at his little sister.
Before Kitra could reply, Bankotsu walked up heaving a heavy sigh and answered, “Its empty.” watching Kitra’s shoulders slump.
Jakotsu’s eyes widened and Renkotsu frowned. Bankotsu walked over to the river and cleaned the soil off his hands before pulling Kitra into his arms vowing, “We’ll find out what happened Kit. We won’t rest until we do.” She nodded and cried into his chest, feeling horribly dejected. Someone had completely desecrated her venerated brother’s grave.
A/N Okay people, there’s chapter one! :D
Poor Darius and poor Kitra; Seems she just can’t get a break, can she?