InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Blood and Chocolate ❯ Sing to the Moon ( Chapter 8 )
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu-Yasha. I do not own Kagome. I don't even own the TITLE to the fanfic. Isn't that sad?
Author's Note: When I first posted this on ff.net, I had a lot of people ask me about the silver. So I guess I'll mention it briefly here as well.
Silver was used as a purifying metal way back when, and is still believed to contain traces of mythical powers when it comes to exorcising demons and the like. That is why Inu-Yasha, the other werewolves, and my friend Emmy can't touch it. XD XD XD ::laughs and elbow rubs Emmy::
As for Kag and her family using silver forks instead of chopsticks- well, the Japanese love American stuff (just like a lot of us love Japanese stuff ^_~) so I figured that some of them might use forks every so often. (Just like we use chopsticks!)
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Inu-Yasha swaggered nonchalantly into the large, grimy, 9-story garage that all the werewolves were gathering in, preparing to leave for the national park. So far, so good- just keep cool. . .Waving at Sango and Miroku, he halted when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Great.
Whirling around but already knowing who it was by the stench, Inu found himself face to face with a grim Kouga.
"I want to speak with you for a moment," the pack leader drawled suspiciously, suddenly frog marching him towards the elevators while the rest of the pack looked on, slightly curious. A few children began to stare, and one or two adults started pointing and chatting in hushed voices until-
"Mind your own business!" Kouga barked, causing all eavesdroppers to jump and scurry away, their tail between their legs.
So to speak.
"Whatdya want?" Inu growled, crossing his arms in annoyance as they reached the garage's out-of-order elevators.
"I want to discuss your curious scent," Kouga stated coldly, glaring down at the younger wolf as he ran a finger over the teen's cheek.
Though slightly surprised, Inu-Yasha had subconsciously expected this and didn't act shocked. After all, he had had no chance to douse himself in after shave this time. . .
"Curiosity killed the werewolf," the silver haired "boy" snarled softly, his eyes narrowing as he slowly began backing away, almost lowering himself to his haunches.
"But which werewolf?" the pack leader replied just as quietly, a cool calmness evident in his voice.
Inu-Yasha said nothing to this as he sensed his brother glide up from behind.
"What do YOU want, Sessho-Maru?" the frustrated teen hissed, annoyed.
"Simply to know why you come to us smelling like so many humans," the elder werewolf stated regally, nodding at Kouga.
"I went to the mall to pick up a CD," Inu-Yasha lied, glaring at the two older werewolves. "And- gosh golly gee- there happen to be a lot of mortals in the mall. Happy?"
"Oh? Why didn't you just order it on line, or over the phone?" Kouga inquired, taking an unnerving step nearer. "Then you wouldn't have to go around stinking up the place later."
"Because it's faster just to go to the mall!" Inu retaliated, inching to the side so as to avoid the approaching pair. "Besides, if I stink so much, why don't you just cover your damn noses?!"
"Very well, we'll do that next time you go to the MALL," Sessho-Maru murmured softly, taking a step closer and raising a long, claw-like nail to his half brother's throat, "But that wasn't where you were today, was it? You do not smell of *enough* humans to have been at the mall. You smell of only a specific three or four. . ." The older male took a deeper wiff of the younger one's scent. "Exactly four. . ."
A growl rumbled in the back of Kouga's throat. "Just what were you doing, Inu-Yasha?"
Inu-Yasha glared, the smallest inkling of fear churning into life in the very pit of his stomach. However, he could easily mask it with his rage. "I went out! I met a few humans! What, is talking to them now against the fucking rules?! GET A GRIP."
"Don't tempt me," Kouga snarled, flexing his fingers- but Sess put out a hand to stop him.
"My, my, my. . ." Sessho-Maru chuckled quietly, gently trailing a talon down his sibling's neck, creating a thin, shallow slice that bled slightly. "My dear, human-hating brother is hanging around mortals, now? Will wonders never cease. . ."
"And not just humans," Kouga added, his temper lessening as a smirk began to grow on his face; his nose a few scant millimeters from Inu-Yasha as he helped himself to a longer sniff of the boy's scent, "but a human FEMALE as well. . . One who reeks of. . . is that desire?"
"Ah, a bitch? How lovely." Sessho-Maru's cold eyes flashed. "Just what you're worthy of."
Inu-Yasha clenched his hands and set his jaw in anger.
How DARE they. . .
"But, even as a halfling, my dear little brother," Sessho-Maru stated monotonically, flicking off his brother's hat to reveal his ears, "I must remind you that falling in love with one of those mortals in forbidden. Though you may still be in this pack after all the other rule breaking you've committed- breaking the First is one we will not let slide."
Inu-Yasha snatched his cap off the ground and planted it firmly on his head, snarling profanities at his brother and the pack leader.
"Just remember this talk, Inu-Yasha," Kouga commanded, examining the slowly setting sun, "It's not wrong to befriend humans- if anything, it's helpful. Keeps the suspicion and rumors off of us. But love. . . love for them is something you can't have, even for one as pretty smelling as that girl."
He smirked at the furious Inu, licking his lips suggestivly. "I might like to meet her, by the way. Pretty, I bet, hm? Kind? Smart? Intelligent? Like your *mother* was? Oh but wait- you wouldn't know, would you, never have meeting her. . . So what is this girl like? Tell me."
"You sound pretty curious about her, Kouga," Inu-Yasha snarled, bearing his canines as the leader grinned. "And in this case, I know WHICH werewolf curiosity would kill."
Kouga narrowed his eyes at the furious teen before whirling around and yelling at the rest of the clan that it was time to go. The fight had been avoided- - -
For now.
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"DAMN IT!" Sango screamed at the wheel, "Why can't we live closer to the fucking national forest?!"
"Because, dear Sango," Miroku replied, eyes closed calmly as they bumped along in their little pick up truck, "you know as well as I that if we lived too close to the woods, people would get suspicious. It's just not done anymore."
"But it makes the full moon such a pain in the ass!" Sango whined, glaring at Miroku. "Maybe I'll just kill myself. That'll be easier."
"With what?" the back haired werewolf snickered, "a silver bullet?"
"Bite me, Miroku," the girl glared.
"With pleasure."
WHACK.
"Must you guys do this EVERY drive to and from the forest?!" Inu-Yasha cried in exasperation as he glared at his two friend from the back seat. "The same conversation! The same complaints! THE SAME FUCKING SLAP MARK, FOR THE GODDESSES SAKE!"
"Not true!" Miroku argued back, sounding hurt. "This time the slap mark is on my left cheek, while last time it was on my le- Oh wait. . . Never mind."
Inu-Yasha had to muffle a scream. "Please God, just strike me down now. . ." he moaned, pressing his forehead against the window as if trying to escape.
"Well, what's wrong with our conversation?" Sango frowned, flipping the finger to one of the drivers she passed on the highway.
"It's getting dull."
"Things concerning us are never dull!" Miroku cried happily.
"Except the wit."
"Okay, now that was just mean," the violet eyed "man" grumbled, insulted as he turned around to face Sango. "Don't you think that was just plain mean?"
She replied by giving him the finger too.
"Well!" Miroku huffed. "You're ALL just plain mean!"
"Wow, that really hurts, Miroku," Inu drawled dryly, watching the scenery pass by. It was getting wilder and wilder as they neared the park, and the sun was sinking lower and lower. "Would you like the knife back, or shall I just keep it in my heart?"
"Screw you! Screw you all, dammit!"
Inu-Yasha only chuckled in response, watching the sky as Miroku grumbled and Sango cussed. Soon. . .
Soon the moon would rise, and they would no longer be able to fight their instincts.
Instincts to change, to run, to be free. . .
"We're here!" Sango cried suddenly, her mood instantly changing from suicidal to perky in less than 5 seconds.
Car rides did that to her. . .
"Good," Inu-Yasha grunted, getting out of the car as fast as he could, his blood already beginning to boil in anticipation to the oncoming moonlight.
"I still think you two are just plain rude," Miroku informed with a disgruntled sniff, hopping out of the vehicle as Sango rolled her eyes.
"Is everyone here? No one left behind?" Kouga called as the pack gathered around him, groaning. Not again. . .
"YES. We are ALL HERE. We did NOT get lost because we've only been coming here like this for OUR WHOLE LIVES," Kikyo sneered as a few other werewolves nodded in agreement.
"Well excuse me, huffy," Kouga snarled before turning to everyone else. "Right people! Let's go `star gazing'!"
Everyone rolled their eyes as their leader gave them a large, fake wink.
"How did he become pack leader, anyway?" Kohaku whispered to his older sister. Sango simply shrugged before patting her brother on the head and sending him off to go rough house with Rin. It hurt a bit to see him leave, but if that was what made him happy. . . She didn't get to see him very often because he mainly lived with the other orphaned pups and the dominant female- a kind-hearted were-woman that Sango didn't know the name of right off the top of her head. And so, when she did see him, she liked letting him have a good time. She liked letting him do what he wanted. Like play with Rin. And until she was old enough to take full custody of her little brother. . . that was what she'd continue to do.
Finally, after ten minutes of almost silent hiking, the werewolves found themselves on a familiar cliff that overlooked the ocean. Trees rustled behind them and showered them with multi-colored leaves as the sun- sent out sprays of gold, pink, and orange- painting the crystal sea and sky.
"It really is beautiful here," Sango murmured happily as she and the other werewolves began to undress, neatly folding their clothes and hiding them in the brush before awaiting the moonrise.
"Ah, but not as beautiful as you," a naked Miroku grinned stupidly as he reached out to grope the female teen. Sango's senses alerted her to this, much to Miroku's displeasure, and so she whipped around and kicked him where it hurt before he could do anything; causing him to fall to the ground in pain. Served him right.
Letting out a `humph,' the Sango made sure to step purposely ON Miroku as she walked over towards the other females, maneuvering her hair to cover her more privet parts.
"You just never learn," Inu-Yasha sighed as he glanced down at Miroku, taking off his last article of clothing- his hat- and placing all his belongings in a bush.
*
"It's almost time!" an excited Rin squealed, glancing up from beating the shit out of Kohaku, who seemed to have been to have been "learning" from Miroku. As the said teen watched Sango's little brother get smacked around, he smiled to himself.
Kohaku had just past class Hentai 101.
Er- not that he had been teaching him purposely or anything.
Whispers echoed though the navy twilight as a large, round, golden harvest moon slowly began to rise on the horizon, reflecting a million times off the droplets of salt water that the seagulls sent flying. A few children began howling excitedly as the Moon Goddess began her dance across the sky- and they were soon joined by the others, singing her praise as they fell to their knees, panting.
And then, slowly, they began to change.
Their bones slowly shrinking or growing in searing ecstasy, the pack yowled in pain and pleasure. Hair grew and sprouted all over their bodies. Noses lengthened, already sharp sense intensified, and still they sang in happiness.
They were back.
Back in their true forms.
All yelping and crying in joy, the pups were the first to bound into the night, into the woods, and into the world they knew best- ready to savor their gift. Soon after, the adults and many of the teens followed, making sure the little ones didn't get into any trouble. And after that, the remaining teenagers and elders all bolted away to make their own fun. Or mischief, in Miroku's case, as he went up to every female teen and, in a whimpering, begging growl, asked them each in turn to bare his pups- before being jumped upon and beaten up by Sango.
Shaking his wolf head, Inu-Yasha tore his eyes from his friends and redirected his sight towards the glowing lights of Tokyo, where he knew Kagome still resided.
`I wonder what she's doing right now. . . if she can hear us. . .'
It was too bad she wasn't a werewolf. How she would love this. . .
Suddenly getting up, Inu-Yasha raced alone through the thick brambles of the woods- pushing through vine and branch in order to emerging in an empty field where in the summer, flowers blossomed.
Here he decided to spend the night, singing out to the moon-
And to his Kagome, who he knew would want to be here too.
If she only could.
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Kagome smiled happily to herself as she walked through the dark streets of downtown Tokyo, unafraid of all the robbers and thieves that could be lurking the allies that night. She always felt safer on the full moon. And so, humming along to the wolf cries she heard far, far away (which she still insisted were werewolves), Kag made her way to Inu-Yasha, Sango, and Miroku's apartment; hoping that Inu had finished whatever chore needed completing, that Miroku would have some new jokes, and that Sango would be all set for a long talk. Her other friends had been mighty cold toward her lately, and she had read some pretty rude things on the bathroom walls the other day. But she felt strangely unaffected by this.
Maybe because she had Inu-Yasha, Miroku, and Sango now. . .
But whatever the reason, Kagome thought cheerfully, she was just glad not to be depressed.
Curiosity began to bloom in place of her happy mood, however, as she stepped inside the apartment building.
It was oddly quiet. . .
Walking through the familiar halls, Kag made her way to her friends' room. She stood there for a moment, feeling a bit foolish as she waited for one of them to instinctively throw open the door, like usual.
No one did.
So she ended up knocking, which was new for her. But still, no one answered.
Her curiosity growing, the girl turned the knob of the door.
It was open.
"Sango-chan? Miroku? Inu-Yasha?" she called as she stepped inside.
The room was empty. Completely empty. And from the lack of sounds in the lower and upper apartment rooms, it seemed they were all devoid of life too.
Where was everybody?
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There we go!
Chapter eight, yea for me! ^_^
Well, please R&R!
Ja ne!