InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bewitched ❯ Chapter three ( Chapter 3 )
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By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Angst / / Suspense / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.07.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 547 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Angst / / Suspense / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.07.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 547 | Status: Completed
This story takes place in Salem, Massachusetts around the year 1692.. The year of all the Witch hunts. :) It starts off as an InuYasha and Kikyo story..but things will change.. Please review and tell me what you think of this story... SO ON WITH THE STORY!
I know that this is out a little later than I said it would be, but it's hard for me to think of stuff up on the spot. I really hope that you like this chapter. It's longer than the others but I can't garrentee that the chapters to come will be as long. Always REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha, but I do own the plot to this story and everything else that hasn't got to deal with InuYasha and co.
Bewitched.
By Miztikal-Dragon
Chapter Three
Taking refuge in the forest, InuYasha relied on his new found strength and the wisdom of the Indians that he would come across every once in a while. It seemed to be that somehow this was that he had to do, it was this yearning deep within his soul that he had to strive on and keep hope in something that would eventually come after the long wait. The days passed like water flowing down the streams and yet everyday was a new experience filled with some type of lesson or another. He had learned to survive off of the harshest conditions that mother nature could muster up and worse.
The years seemed to pass by his amber eyes so quickly and before he knew it, the elderly medicine man known as Shippo had traveled to the great west, to find his place among the brethren that had passed on before. To a land of endless meadows, the golden glow of sunshine, and never one sad day full of regret, death or the "Catholic ways"; it was in other words heaven. Even if InuYasha was sentenced to be alone in the forest as some unforeseen punishment for something that he couldn't recall doing to deserve such fate, he kept an eye on the small and steadily growing townspeople of Salem.
They had disgusted him by the daily routine they did like a spinning wheel does when spun. The smells of some of the men were just putrid and sometimes he had to force himself to not heave up his lunch, yes his nose was just that sensitive. Over the last forty or so years that had come and gone, nothing had really changed. The people still acted the same with their greedy and malevolent ways. The children as well as the adults picked on the weak, and sometimes the young woman. The church still persecuted the innocent even more lately had been binding young woman and sending them to the gallows or some type of horrifying torture that InuYasha was able to listen to the painful screams of the victims. It was sickening, and yet he used to be among them.
He still wasn't able to tear his eyes from the town as he hid in the thick brush in the entrance of the forest, his skeptical eyes watching them like a hawk leering at its prey. Not many people were perceptive, but some could feel the "Devil's eyes" on their back as they worked, mainly the women. Sure the village men had come out in the past to hunt him down, and InuYasha would usually creep around their camp ground listening to their farfetched stories about the "White wolf", that was what they called him..
Of course just to spite what those foolish men had claimed, InuYasha would howl into the night and laugh in the murky and uninviting shadows as the men nearly had heart attacks at the spell of evil from the forest that gave such a valuable gift, the trees. The men had usually gone back to the village with their heads hung low, they had not killed what ailed their women, they were failures. That's when it hit, such greed that had InuYasha wishing that he could be ruthless and just mindlessly kill. He had witnessed something that he thought was never possible, the execution of the elderly healer known as Kaede. She had been merely a mother when Kikyo died, and at the ripe age of around seventy, she was taken from her home and tried as one of the same, a witch.
Anger had pulsed through him but he was powerless to stop them from executing her. He watched in a type of silent prayer as her eyes sullenly held gaze with his own. He knew her family was there, but had paid no attention to them because they didn't matter at the moment, the only thing that did was Kaede, but she didn't last much longer. All in all, the elderly woman had a sturdy rope pulled onto her neck. Thirteen loops in the noose, the traditional number for a hanging. Her hands were bound just like Kikyo's had been, she stared out into the unforgiving crowd, the timid look on her face showed that she was wiser beyond her years, but yet the man named Naraku made a simple flick of his wrist and it was all over. Kaede hung lifelessly from the rope that broke her neck, killing her instantly from the weight of her body, it was sickening the way these men acted as barbariansSavages if you will.
His silver hair was barely passed his lower back, and kept up in a low ponytail when he went to hunt during the night, that was the only time where he was safe enough to rely on his animalistic and primitive instincts and pass easily through the foliage without even the faintest sound. Even though he only liked to travel at night, he always found himself at the entrance to the forest, an enticing aroma catching his nose. Never knowing what it came from, InuYasha would always brush it off until one faithful day when he first saw her.
He had been spying on the town when he heard an angelic laughter ring out not too far away from where he hid. He watched silently as two people came into his view, one female and one male. The girl could have been no older than sixteen by her looks, yet he couldn't see much because of all the clothes she wore. It wasn't proper for a child especially a female child to show off their skin besides the hands and face. It was unheard of to even let your hair be shown, or course for a man it didn't matter because they were "the boss", the "gatherer's" "providers of the family" and so on..
InuYasha became entranced by the girl's pale olive skin, her deep chocolate eyes and her lingering scent, it was of fresh herbs and a hint of peppermint. Her male companion made InuYasha frown angrily, but when a voice rung throughout the town, the girl smiled apologetically and sprinted back to what InuYasha believed to be her own cottage. Heading back into the forest, he sighed heavily, this angel was too good to be true, but yet he couldn't allow himself to think about anyone how he had thought about Kikyo because he still couldn't forgive himself for not saving her like he could have.
~~O~~
Night had approached all too soon for the village men as they gathered their pitch forks and their torches. Some kissing their wives and children good bye as some of the others held their large rifles closely to their bodies. They were going to go hunt the "White wolf" again tonight, because one of the village maidens had been spooked, then mysteriously fallen ill. Naraku led the group, being the mayor, and a preacher of the church it was his duty to make sure that this being from hell was hurled back into the infernal pits of fire where he had come from. A smile pursed his lips as he looked back at the towns people, he had promised them that this time they would get that fowl demon, that he would personally see to it that the new weapons from Jamestown worked as promised.
The ground crunched underneath their feet as a few men kept a close eye on the darkness that surrounded them. There was no telling what type of unholy beast would jump out and steal a man's soul, his only way to go through the gates of heaven. After about a good hour or so the men set up camp and had a roaring fire burning in merely minutes. Naraku scouted around the campgrounds placing crosses on trees to be sure to keep the evil spirits away from the honorable men who had volunteered to rid the town of the devil's minions. His cold eyes surveyed the area as his rifle hung lifelessly on his back, he could feel the "demon" watching him with those amber eyes of hate, of evil. Smiling widely, he grabbed the dagger in his breeches and through it out into the woods, none of the village men had come with him so there were no witnesses.
A growl of anger could be heard clearly and Naraku knew that he was hit. Grabbing the gun from his back, Naraku used his perfect vision to aim and then fire. The barrel of the rile exploded as the round bullet shot from the opening and darted into the darkness. There came feverish rustling from the brush as a few of the village men came panting to where Naraku stood kneeling, the gun placed expertly in the crook of his arm. Their pale faces regained their color as Naraku laughed, he had gotten the evil demon from hell and sent it back to its maker. They hooted and hollered as they clapped him on the back before heading back to camp to pack up. There would be a celebration once they got back, no exceptions.
~~O~~
InuYasha had no clue to what had hit his right shoulder but whatever it was, hurt like a mother fucker. He wanted to cry out in pain but bit down on his lip so the men wouldn't come to finish him off. His hand clutched the bleeding wound as he scrunched his eyes closed. That man, the mayor, had known where he was but how? InuYasha had stared into the man's cold dark eyes and the feeling of catastrophe was very familiar. It was as if he was staring into the eyes of the man who condemned Kikyo. InuYasha had been lucky to catch the dagger that was headed to his chest, but not fast enough to dodge the strange new weapon that had nicked him. Slowly getting to his feet, InuYasha struggled to make his way to the lake to clean his wounds. If he wasn't careful his blood would freeze in the harsh conditions of the snow.. How come when ever something went wrong for him it was almost always in the snow?
Once he reached the lake, he went about cleaning off his wounds, as well as shredding off the light fur shirt that he wore, it was stained with his blood and now deemed useless. Cupping the cold water in his palm, he brought it to his wound and cleaned the blood from his skin. By now his pea sized hole in his chest had stopped bleeding, the red liquid congealing around the wound trying to scab over but refusing with the metal still lodged in his body. Sighing heavily, InuYasha gritted his teeth before slicing open his wound further and inserting his index finger and thumb claws into his skin. It stung like there was no tomorrow, but eventually he was able to fish out the round bead. Putting the piece of metal into his pocket for later inspection, InuYasha continued to clean his wound in the crystal clear water of the ice cold lake.
Soon enough he found himself becoming unnaturally exhausted as he rested himself against the trunk of near by tree, almost completely hidden from view. Letting his eyes close momentarily, he sucked in a large breath before falling into a calm and peaceful sleep.
~~O~~
Morning had come and gone for the young woman about to exit her small little house. Currently she lived with her mother and grandpa, her grandma had passed away a few years back when the village men accused her of witchcraft. Now to Kagome being a medicinal healer wasn't considered being part of the devil because during the epidemic of small pox her grandmother had saved countless lives, but in the end she guessed it didn't really matter at all, because they still hung her. Pulling on the heavy wool clock over her small form, she smiled at her mother as her hand gripped the door.
"Kagome Don't forget your bonnet!" Her mother said in a warning tone, "Let's not forget what happened last time the village men saw you without it on! Its very unlady like!"
"Yes mama!" The young girl replied as she quickly grabbed the white bonbet from its tack and placed it over her long raven tereses, hiding her hair from view.
Stepping out into the fresh stinging cold air, Kagome secured her flimsy shoes and smiled as she glanced over the blanket of snow that had fallen over the night. Strolling over to the fire wood patch with a spring in her step, Kagome began to hum a silent tune as she placed with the white apron tied around her waist. The clothes she wore normally were always so itchy and uncomfortable and yet she didn't understand why she had to always wear something so uncomfortable. Brushing unwanted thoughts from her mind, she fixated her mind on the scenery around her.
Salem was a gorgeous place to live, she was surrounded by the thick foliage of the tall trees, sometimes it was so relaxing just to gaze upon the majestic beauty of the forest she was forbidden to enter due to the "evil demons" that hid, patiently waiting for a wandering soul to get lost. Scoffing at the mere idea of such rubbish, she began to gather some firewood in her apron, being sure not to dirty her clothing unless she wanted a lecture of not being neat and precise with her daily chores. Pulling a stray stand of her hair behind her ear, Kagome frowned when she heard an unfamiliar noise coming from someplace not too far from where she currently stood.
Glancing around she saw no one around her, but something shinny caught her eyes, and being naturally curious, Kagome dropped the firewood and headed over to where it lay in the pure white snow. As she neared it, her mouth dropped with horror, it was blood! Placing her small hand over her mouth, she crouched to her knees and touched the liquid. It was warm to the touch, whatever was bleeding probably still was and would get sick from the cold. Getting to her feet, Kagome cautiously looked around herself for spying eyes, finding none, she quickly followed the trail of blood into the forest not caring that what she was doing was against the town's law.
Now being Kagome, she was taught by her grandma that she was to help even the most frightening of creatures when it was injured because no matter what, mother nature would be watching good deeds and would never allow any harm to befall any person trying to help out the less fortunate. She had learned secretly how to make medicines and how to cure simple illness' though when her grandma was convicted of being a witch, Kagome stopped with everything, not wanting anymore "Shame" to befall their family, she didn't want her mother to suffer anymore heartbreak, nor her grandpa.
Going deeper into the forest, Kagome listened to the chirping of the song birds and the whistle of the wind as it blew passed her cold ears. The weather was becoming worse and she subconsciously shivered as she rubbed her arms to keep the warmth in them. The trail of blood had disappeared, but she kept going towards the direction of where she thought the hurt animal would be. She bit her lip as she thought about what could have happened to the animal, but brushed it off when she thought of death. Kagome knew that she had nothing to worry about in this forest because Naraku and the village men had assured the women that whatever demon had once been hiding in the trees was no longer living because Naraku himself had killed the vile beast.
A frown came to her face as she thought about Naraku. He had eyes of ice, yet he had the utter respect of the town, how that was possible was a mystery. The middle aged man served to be nothing but trouble, because even if he claimed to be a man of god, Kagome always got this feeling of evil when he was near. Maybe it was just the way he tended to leer at her with his hidden yet lust filled eyes, but no matter the situation, he scared her none the less. Of course it was well known by now throughout the town that Kagome was about seventeen and nearing the age of being married off, and every available man around was looking forward to "courting" her. Just the thought of being married off to one of the village men, especially Naraku made her stomach churn with a weird sickness and she felt the urge to wretch all of the contents of her stomach onto the floor, it was that much of a disgusting thought.
The ties that held her bonnet securely to her head had come undone and she did nothing to retie it because to her it was just an excuse to make a woman feel inferior to a man, and she believed that she was equal; she would never willingly submit to a man. Looking back at the way she had come, Kagome noticed that it was probably mid day and she had been wandering for probably hours. Her mother would be worried and yet Kagome found herself not really caring, something else was on her mind and she was currently on a mission, not wanting to stop and turn back, she strolled on until she reached the lake.
Carefully she kneeled at the water and cupped her hands below the ice cold water. It made her shiver, but none the less she brought her hands to her lips and sipped the liquid as it ran down her parched throat. Something rustled off to her side and she gasped springing to her feet frighteningly. At first all she saw was white and thought it to be nothing merely but snow, however she was wrong. The small patch of snow, moved and fell away revealing a young boy around her age, his long silver hair glistening in the sun as it fluttered. His tanned skin contrasted against his hair and as she wiped the water from her lips, his eyes opened and she her gaze locked onto his amber orbs.
Her breath hitched in her throat at this man's unnatural beauty when he climbed quickly onto his feet. He seemed just as shocked to see her as she did him, but the moment that she saw something move from on top his head, her eyes grew wider in horror as her hands clasped her heart, this boy had dog ears!
".it's a demon" She whispered barely above a whisper, yet he still heard her as clear as day.
Kagome had heard many stories from her grandma about the so called "demons" that wandered the earth, yet she always refused to believe it possible until now. Her heart skipped a beat as the young man took a step closer causing Kagome to jerk back. Her loose bonnet came undone and silently fell the ground as her long ebony hair tumbled down from its bun, framing around her face as she continued to stare at him. Becoming unnervingly frightened by him, Kagome darted off back into the forest running as fast as her legs could carry her, trying to make it back to the town before the demon could catch up with her.
Reaching the town not too long later, she ran into her home as her grandpa and mother called for her. They had seen her exit the forest with a terrified look on her face and they grew fearful themselves. Because if anyone else besides them saw Kagome exiting the woods they would tell Naraku, and then he would begin investigation for witchcraft. Being that their name had already been dragged through the mud after one execution of their family they weren't sure if they could survive another death, especially if it happened to be Kagome.
"Gather some firewood and I'll tend to Kagome," The middle aged woman said wearily, "If anyone askes, she had become aill and will be bed ridden for a few days. No one is to know about her coming from the woods grandpa, no one must be allowed to know.."
The elderly man quickly agreed with his daughter as he gathered the wood and quickly, yet unconsciously went back into the small dwelling to begin the fire and to help tend to his probably possessed granddaughter.
~O~~
InuYasha couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at the beautiful woman in front of him, she looked exactly like Kikyo and in all honesty, he believed that she was. He wanted to embrace her and kiss her, assuring her that she was okay now that they were together again. Yet the look in those chocolate eyes was nothing but fear and it tore at his heart. His hand reached out to touch her, and she jerked away revealing her long black hair. Almost forty years had past since he had seen her, but yet he felt as though he wasn't really looking at his old lover but at somebody completely different. Brushing that last thought from his mind, InuYasha went over to the forgotten bonnet that lay lifelessly on the snow and picked it up with his claws.
The lingering scent of medicinal herbs and peppermint filled his nose and he immediately remembered where he had seen her, she was the one carelessly laughing it up with the young male boy from the town. Jealousy sparked though out his being as he clenched the bonnet in his hands, his claws tearing through the fabric as if it were merely paper. Cautiously glancing down at his slowly healing wound, InuYasha contemplated when it would be fully healed so he could go to Kikyo's village and explain to her what had happened to him, even if she didn't understand he had to tell her that somehow he had been cursed.
~O~~
Okay that's all for now! Please Review!
Until next time, Krystal.
I know that this is out a little later than I said it would be, but it's hard for me to think of stuff up on the spot. I really hope that you like this chapter. It's longer than the others but I can't garrentee that the chapters to come will be as long. Always REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha, but I do own the plot to this story and everything else that hasn't got to deal with InuYasha and co.
Bewitched.
By Miztikal-Dragon
Chapter Three
Taking refuge in the forest, InuYasha relied on his new found strength and the wisdom of the Indians that he would come across every once in a while. It seemed to be that somehow this was that he had to do, it was this yearning deep within his soul that he had to strive on and keep hope in something that would eventually come after the long wait. The days passed like water flowing down the streams and yet everyday was a new experience filled with some type of lesson or another. He had learned to survive off of the harshest conditions that mother nature could muster up and worse.
The years seemed to pass by his amber eyes so quickly and before he knew it, the elderly medicine man known as Shippo had traveled to the great west, to find his place among the brethren that had passed on before. To a land of endless meadows, the golden glow of sunshine, and never one sad day full of regret, death or the "Catholic ways"; it was in other words heaven. Even if InuYasha was sentenced to be alone in the forest as some unforeseen punishment for something that he couldn't recall doing to deserve such fate, he kept an eye on the small and steadily growing townspeople of Salem.
They had disgusted him by the daily routine they did like a spinning wheel does when spun. The smells of some of the men were just putrid and sometimes he had to force himself to not heave up his lunch, yes his nose was just that sensitive. Over the last forty or so years that had come and gone, nothing had really changed. The people still acted the same with their greedy and malevolent ways. The children as well as the adults picked on the weak, and sometimes the young woman. The church still persecuted the innocent even more lately had been binding young woman and sending them to the gallows or some type of horrifying torture that InuYasha was able to listen to the painful screams of the victims. It was sickening, and yet he used to be among them.
He still wasn't able to tear his eyes from the town as he hid in the thick brush in the entrance of the forest, his skeptical eyes watching them like a hawk leering at its prey. Not many people were perceptive, but some could feel the "Devil's eyes" on their back as they worked, mainly the women. Sure the village men had come out in the past to hunt him down, and InuYasha would usually creep around their camp ground listening to their farfetched stories about the "White wolf", that was what they called him..
Of course just to spite what those foolish men had claimed, InuYasha would howl into the night and laugh in the murky and uninviting shadows as the men nearly had heart attacks at the spell of evil from the forest that gave such a valuable gift, the trees. The men had usually gone back to the village with their heads hung low, they had not killed what ailed their women, they were failures. That's when it hit, such greed that had InuYasha wishing that he could be ruthless and just mindlessly kill. He had witnessed something that he thought was never possible, the execution of the elderly healer known as Kaede. She had been merely a mother when Kikyo died, and at the ripe age of around seventy, she was taken from her home and tried as one of the same, a witch.
Anger had pulsed through him but he was powerless to stop them from executing her. He watched in a type of silent prayer as her eyes sullenly held gaze with his own. He knew her family was there, but had paid no attention to them because they didn't matter at the moment, the only thing that did was Kaede, but she didn't last much longer. All in all, the elderly woman had a sturdy rope pulled onto her neck. Thirteen loops in the noose, the traditional number for a hanging. Her hands were bound just like Kikyo's had been, she stared out into the unforgiving crowd, the timid look on her face showed that she was wiser beyond her years, but yet the man named Naraku made a simple flick of his wrist and it was all over. Kaede hung lifelessly from the rope that broke her neck, killing her instantly from the weight of her body, it was sickening the way these men acted as barbariansSavages if you will.
His silver hair was barely passed his lower back, and kept up in a low ponytail when he went to hunt during the night, that was the only time where he was safe enough to rely on his animalistic and primitive instincts and pass easily through the foliage without even the faintest sound. Even though he only liked to travel at night, he always found himself at the entrance to the forest, an enticing aroma catching his nose. Never knowing what it came from, InuYasha would always brush it off until one faithful day when he first saw her.
He had been spying on the town when he heard an angelic laughter ring out not too far away from where he hid. He watched silently as two people came into his view, one female and one male. The girl could have been no older than sixteen by her looks, yet he couldn't see much because of all the clothes she wore. It wasn't proper for a child especially a female child to show off their skin besides the hands and face. It was unheard of to even let your hair be shown, or course for a man it didn't matter because they were "the boss", the "gatherer's" "providers of the family" and so on..
InuYasha became entranced by the girl's pale olive skin, her deep chocolate eyes and her lingering scent, it was of fresh herbs and a hint of peppermint. Her male companion made InuYasha frown angrily, but when a voice rung throughout the town, the girl smiled apologetically and sprinted back to what InuYasha believed to be her own cottage. Heading back into the forest, he sighed heavily, this angel was too good to be true, but yet he couldn't allow himself to think about anyone how he had thought about Kikyo because he still couldn't forgive himself for not saving her like he could have.
~~O~~
Night had approached all too soon for the village men as they gathered their pitch forks and their torches. Some kissing their wives and children good bye as some of the others held their large rifles closely to their bodies. They were going to go hunt the "White wolf" again tonight, because one of the village maidens had been spooked, then mysteriously fallen ill. Naraku led the group, being the mayor, and a preacher of the church it was his duty to make sure that this being from hell was hurled back into the infernal pits of fire where he had come from. A smile pursed his lips as he looked back at the towns people, he had promised them that this time they would get that fowl demon, that he would personally see to it that the new weapons from Jamestown worked as promised.
The ground crunched underneath their feet as a few men kept a close eye on the darkness that surrounded them. There was no telling what type of unholy beast would jump out and steal a man's soul, his only way to go through the gates of heaven. After about a good hour or so the men set up camp and had a roaring fire burning in merely minutes. Naraku scouted around the campgrounds placing crosses on trees to be sure to keep the evil spirits away from the honorable men who had volunteered to rid the town of the devil's minions. His cold eyes surveyed the area as his rifle hung lifelessly on his back, he could feel the "demon" watching him with those amber eyes of hate, of evil. Smiling widely, he grabbed the dagger in his breeches and through it out into the woods, none of the village men had come with him so there were no witnesses.
A growl of anger could be heard clearly and Naraku knew that he was hit. Grabbing the gun from his back, Naraku used his perfect vision to aim and then fire. The barrel of the rile exploded as the round bullet shot from the opening and darted into the darkness. There came feverish rustling from the brush as a few of the village men came panting to where Naraku stood kneeling, the gun placed expertly in the crook of his arm. Their pale faces regained their color as Naraku laughed, he had gotten the evil demon from hell and sent it back to its maker. They hooted and hollered as they clapped him on the back before heading back to camp to pack up. There would be a celebration once they got back, no exceptions.
~~O~~
InuYasha had no clue to what had hit his right shoulder but whatever it was, hurt like a mother fucker. He wanted to cry out in pain but bit down on his lip so the men wouldn't come to finish him off. His hand clutched the bleeding wound as he scrunched his eyes closed. That man, the mayor, had known where he was but how? InuYasha had stared into the man's cold dark eyes and the feeling of catastrophe was very familiar. It was as if he was staring into the eyes of the man who condemned Kikyo. InuYasha had been lucky to catch the dagger that was headed to his chest, but not fast enough to dodge the strange new weapon that had nicked him. Slowly getting to his feet, InuYasha struggled to make his way to the lake to clean his wounds. If he wasn't careful his blood would freeze in the harsh conditions of the snow.. How come when ever something went wrong for him it was almost always in the snow?
Once he reached the lake, he went about cleaning off his wounds, as well as shredding off the light fur shirt that he wore, it was stained with his blood and now deemed useless. Cupping the cold water in his palm, he brought it to his wound and cleaned the blood from his skin. By now his pea sized hole in his chest had stopped bleeding, the red liquid congealing around the wound trying to scab over but refusing with the metal still lodged in his body. Sighing heavily, InuYasha gritted his teeth before slicing open his wound further and inserting his index finger and thumb claws into his skin. It stung like there was no tomorrow, but eventually he was able to fish out the round bead. Putting the piece of metal into his pocket for later inspection, InuYasha continued to clean his wound in the crystal clear water of the ice cold lake.
Soon enough he found himself becoming unnaturally exhausted as he rested himself against the trunk of near by tree, almost completely hidden from view. Letting his eyes close momentarily, he sucked in a large breath before falling into a calm and peaceful sleep.
~~O~~
Morning had come and gone for the young woman about to exit her small little house. Currently she lived with her mother and grandpa, her grandma had passed away a few years back when the village men accused her of witchcraft. Now to Kagome being a medicinal healer wasn't considered being part of the devil because during the epidemic of small pox her grandmother had saved countless lives, but in the end she guessed it didn't really matter at all, because they still hung her. Pulling on the heavy wool clock over her small form, she smiled at her mother as her hand gripped the door.
"Kagome Don't forget your bonnet!" Her mother said in a warning tone, "Let's not forget what happened last time the village men saw you without it on! Its very unlady like!"
"Yes mama!" The young girl replied as she quickly grabbed the white bonbet from its tack and placed it over her long raven tereses, hiding her hair from view.
Stepping out into the fresh stinging cold air, Kagome secured her flimsy shoes and smiled as she glanced over the blanket of snow that had fallen over the night. Strolling over to the fire wood patch with a spring in her step, Kagome began to hum a silent tune as she placed with the white apron tied around her waist. The clothes she wore normally were always so itchy and uncomfortable and yet she didn't understand why she had to always wear something so uncomfortable. Brushing unwanted thoughts from her mind, she fixated her mind on the scenery around her.
Salem was a gorgeous place to live, she was surrounded by the thick foliage of the tall trees, sometimes it was so relaxing just to gaze upon the majestic beauty of the forest she was forbidden to enter due to the "evil demons" that hid, patiently waiting for a wandering soul to get lost. Scoffing at the mere idea of such rubbish, she began to gather some firewood in her apron, being sure not to dirty her clothing unless she wanted a lecture of not being neat and precise with her daily chores. Pulling a stray stand of her hair behind her ear, Kagome frowned when she heard an unfamiliar noise coming from someplace not too far from where she currently stood.
Glancing around she saw no one around her, but something shinny caught her eyes, and being naturally curious, Kagome dropped the firewood and headed over to where it lay in the pure white snow. As she neared it, her mouth dropped with horror, it was blood! Placing her small hand over her mouth, she crouched to her knees and touched the liquid. It was warm to the touch, whatever was bleeding probably still was and would get sick from the cold. Getting to her feet, Kagome cautiously looked around herself for spying eyes, finding none, she quickly followed the trail of blood into the forest not caring that what she was doing was against the town's law.
Now being Kagome, she was taught by her grandma that she was to help even the most frightening of creatures when it was injured because no matter what, mother nature would be watching good deeds and would never allow any harm to befall any person trying to help out the less fortunate. She had learned secretly how to make medicines and how to cure simple illness' though when her grandma was convicted of being a witch, Kagome stopped with everything, not wanting anymore "Shame" to befall their family, she didn't want her mother to suffer anymore heartbreak, nor her grandpa.
Going deeper into the forest, Kagome listened to the chirping of the song birds and the whistle of the wind as it blew passed her cold ears. The weather was becoming worse and she subconsciously shivered as she rubbed her arms to keep the warmth in them. The trail of blood had disappeared, but she kept going towards the direction of where she thought the hurt animal would be. She bit her lip as she thought about what could have happened to the animal, but brushed it off when she thought of death. Kagome knew that she had nothing to worry about in this forest because Naraku and the village men had assured the women that whatever demon had once been hiding in the trees was no longer living because Naraku himself had killed the vile beast.
A frown came to her face as she thought about Naraku. He had eyes of ice, yet he had the utter respect of the town, how that was possible was a mystery. The middle aged man served to be nothing but trouble, because even if he claimed to be a man of god, Kagome always got this feeling of evil when he was near. Maybe it was just the way he tended to leer at her with his hidden yet lust filled eyes, but no matter the situation, he scared her none the less. Of course it was well known by now throughout the town that Kagome was about seventeen and nearing the age of being married off, and every available man around was looking forward to "courting" her. Just the thought of being married off to one of the village men, especially Naraku made her stomach churn with a weird sickness and she felt the urge to wretch all of the contents of her stomach onto the floor, it was that much of a disgusting thought.
The ties that held her bonnet securely to her head had come undone and she did nothing to retie it because to her it was just an excuse to make a woman feel inferior to a man, and she believed that she was equal; she would never willingly submit to a man. Looking back at the way she had come, Kagome noticed that it was probably mid day and she had been wandering for probably hours. Her mother would be worried and yet Kagome found herself not really caring, something else was on her mind and she was currently on a mission, not wanting to stop and turn back, she strolled on until she reached the lake.
Carefully she kneeled at the water and cupped her hands below the ice cold water. It made her shiver, but none the less she brought her hands to her lips and sipped the liquid as it ran down her parched throat. Something rustled off to her side and she gasped springing to her feet frighteningly. At first all she saw was white and thought it to be nothing merely but snow, however she was wrong. The small patch of snow, moved and fell away revealing a young boy around her age, his long silver hair glistening in the sun as it fluttered. His tanned skin contrasted against his hair and as she wiped the water from her lips, his eyes opened and she her gaze locked onto his amber orbs.
Her breath hitched in her throat at this man's unnatural beauty when he climbed quickly onto his feet. He seemed just as shocked to see her as she did him, but the moment that she saw something move from on top his head, her eyes grew wider in horror as her hands clasped her heart, this boy had dog ears!
".it's a demon" She whispered barely above a whisper, yet he still heard her as clear as day.
Kagome had heard many stories from her grandma about the so called "demons" that wandered the earth, yet she always refused to believe it possible until now. Her heart skipped a beat as the young man took a step closer causing Kagome to jerk back. Her loose bonnet came undone and silently fell the ground as her long ebony hair tumbled down from its bun, framing around her face as she continued to stare at him. Becoming unnervingly frightened by him, Kagome darted off back into the forest running as fast as her legs could carry her, trying to make it back to the town before the demon could catch up with her.
Reaching the town not too long later, she ran into her home as her grandpa and mother called for her. They had seen her exit the forest with a terrified look on her face and they grew fearful themselves. Because if anyone else besides them saw Kagome exiting the woods they would tell Naraku, and then he would begin investigation for witchcraft. Being that their name had already been dragged through the mud after one execution of their family they weren't sure if they could survive another death, especially if it happened to be Kagome.
"Gather some firewood and I'll tend to Kagome," The middle aged woman said wearily, "If anyone askes, she had become aill and will be bed ridden for a few days. No one is to know about her coming from the woods grandpa, no one must be allowed to know.."
The elderly man quickly agreed with his daughter as he gathered the wood and quickly, yet unconsciously went back into the small dwelling to begin the fire and to help tend to his probably possessed granddaughter.
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InuYasha couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at the beautiful woman in front of him, she looked exactly like Kikyo and in all honesty, he believed that she was. He wanted to embrace her and kiss her, assuring her that she was okay now that they were together again. Yet the look in those chocolate eyes was nothing but fear and it tore at his heart. His hand reached out to touch her, and she jerked away revealing her long black hair. Almost forty years had past since he had seen her, but yet he felt as though he wasn't really looking at his old lover but at somebody completely different. Brushing that last thought from his mind, InuYasha went over to the forgotten bonnet that lay lifelessly on the snow and picked it up with his claws.
The lingering scent of medicinal herbs and peppermint filled his nose and he immediately remembered where he had seen her, she was the one carelessly laughing it up with the young male boy from the town. Jealousy sparked though out his being as he clenched the bonnet in his hands, his claws tearing through the fabric as if it were merely paper. Cautiously glancing down at his slowly healing wound, InuYasha contemplated when it would be fully healed so he could go to Kikyo's village and explain to her what had happened to him, even if she didn't understand he had to tell her that somehow he had been cursed.
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