InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Burning Angel ❯ Few Years After ( Chapter 2 )

 

Soft clouds lazily drifted past the young girl of 6, as she lay in the tall grass at the edge of the rice fields humming a song she'd always heard her mother whisper at night. Her long, thick black hair was tied in a loose tail at the bottom of her neck, her bright violet eyes shone with wisdom never found in one so young. Her smooth skin was lightly tinted from exposure to the sun, and her hands were covered in dirt. She liked to run about and find things new each day. She sometimes played with the creatures in the forest and liked to pretend to fight demons and be a great hero. She didn't like to spread around the tale of her parents because the village people seemed to get so upset when the past was mentioned.

 

After a while, the children learned never to speak of certain names and things and to not ever ask questions about the past. A special ceremony was held every year but, the adults wouldn't speak of the true meaning of the gathering. Demons and humans from far and wide would gather over the ground on which beautiful flowers bloomed each year in the shape of a person with what seemed to be wings. Even in the snow or rain or frozen winter days, beautiful flowers stood tall, never wavering, on that small piece of land. The rumor was that a magical being was buried there but no one knew who it was or why the creature had died.

 

A woman's voice rang out across the fields, calling to the young girl to return to the village. Sighing, the young girl pushed herself up of the ground and stared out into the open valley beyond the little hill she stood upon. Her eyes found a figure in deep crimson walking towards her and she squinted a bit trying to focus and figure out what it was. If it were a tradesman she had to escort him in and take him to the elder, Kaede. If it were a demon however, she had to raise the alarm, though some demons that came weren't dangerous. It was a difficult system to work with. As finally the figure was in close enough range, the little girl suddenly smiled. She knew exactly who it was. Feeling her heart pound and a giant growing urge to be held, she ran at the man screaming, “Uncle! Uncle Yashi!!”

 

The man looked up, with blank and dim golden eyes, pale skin, long silver hair that flowed in the wind behind him and reached down to his mid-calf, and two identical dog ears right on top of his head. A broken smile graced his lips, and a tiny hint of a spark flashed in his eyes but was gone as fast as it came.

 

“Why if it isn't my little niece, Kaime. You still terrorize the other kids in the village with stories of your big scary Uncle?” the tall man called Yashi said as the young girl jumped into his open arms. She giggled and hugged him with her tiny arms wrapped around his neck. Then she pushed back and jumped down from his embrace.

 

“I'm going to tell Mommy and Daddy your back! And Grandma Kaede will want you to see her since you didn't say bye last time Uncle Yashi!” Kaime smiled at him once more before turning and rushing across the fields to the village huts.

 

The wind shifted and the man's beautiful locks swayed and cascaded over his shoulder. It was as if the spirit of the wind itself was pushing him towards it…towards the patch of flowers. A long exhausted sigh escaped him and he closed his eyes sniffing the air around him. The sweetest scents of lavender mixed with every other around him. It followed him wherever he went. The muscles in his legs relaxed, as did those in his arms, neck, back, shoulders, and jaw. He let the wind take him away to the soft, lush greenery beyond the village, not noticing the sound of distant voices. After another sigh that let pain and sadness drift away from him, the man called Yashi opened his eyes, and stepped forward, heading in the direction of the village elder's hut.

 

Behind him stood a figure draped in pink light. A soft hand reached out towards the hanyou's back, but no contact was made as the fingers rested on his shoulder and they walked on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“It's been quite a while since you were here”

 

An elderly woman greeted the man and offered a bowl of soup to him. He respectfully declined it and kept his eyes averted, trained on the doorway, as if he was expecting someone. The elderly woman moved to the back of the hut and rummaged around in a large wooden chest. Suddenly the pitter patter of feet outside ended as a woman with long dark brown hair flew through the doorway and stopped to stare down at the silver haired hanyou she hadn't seen in over a year. Her eyes grew dangerous, a vein in her temple twitched and her eyes were shrouded in darkness. Her fist clenched and she brought it up to her chest and suddenly looked up, tears falling from her chocolate eyes as she screamed, “YOU BIG JERK! YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST COME AND SAID GOODBYE BEFORE YOU LEFT!”

 

The hanyou smiled up at her sarcastically, yet it was half-heartedly sarcastic. He stood and walked over to the woman and placed his hands on her shoulders, looking down at her puffy red eyes. He smiled again, and she could tell it was fake.

 

“Hello Sango. It's nice to see you too.”

 

She made a tiny choking sound and Sango started balling and hitting his chest while he just stood and let her get out the frustration. He felt bad for leaving without even seeing her the last time he was home. Another person entered the hut holding Kaime to his chest.

 

“Why if it isn't Inuyasha”

 

Inuyasha looked away from Sango and over to his dear old friend. Miroku had not grown much older in the past few years. The monk still had short black hair in a tiny tail at the nape of his neck, and his violet eyes still shone with wisdom beyond age. His right hand held no beads of confinement, and his young daughter smiled the same way he did. She clung tightly to his loose robes, the purple fabric wrapping over his shoulder and covering the darker blue-black beneath it. He smiled at Inuyasha kindly and gave him a look that said clearly, `welcome back'.

 

“It's good to see you too, Miroku. How've you been?”

 

“Ah, you know how it is. Raising a beautiful little girl, watching my wife play with her everyday, praying to the heavens, enjoying the life of a committed man…”

 

“Glad to hear you hung up your lecherous ways”

 

“Yeah right! He's still flirting at random on really long days when we have visiting people in the village.”

 

At the sound of a new voice, everyone turned to look at a tall red haired boy of about thirteen and a young girl with golden and black locks.

 

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Cliffy? Oh dear. Read and review please? Let me know if I should keep writing!