InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Burning Angel ❯ Chapter 3

Shippou had grown so much in a year. He had hung up his child's clothes and opted for a fox fur vest and fitted black hakama pants. Inuyasha remembered the day the fox kit had made the decision to wear his father's pelt with pride. He had saved it, hidden away for years when they had defeated the thunder brothers.

 

“Hey! I do not Shippou, they come onto me first!” Miroku desperately tried to remedy himself as Sango's brow furrowed deeply at the new information.

 

While Sango began to rampage the hut chasing the monk, their daughter gleefully cheering on her mother and the teenage fox demon setting fox-magic traps for Miroku to get caught in, the young girl walked up to the hanyou smiling widely.

 

“It's been far too long dear friend.”

 

She spoke with the voice of an experienced and kind woman rather than a young child's high pitched tone. Her arms were long and creamy. Black ring tattoos circled her wrists as well as her bare footed ankles. Two tails with matching black markings extended from under her very short black, cream, and pink kimono. A necklace of freshly picked flowers lay around her delicate neck. And her red eyes held a peacefulness that was unexpected of her apparent age.

 

Inuyasha gave her his broken, fake smile back before he spoke, “Yeah. You look well, Kirara. And you smell slightly different. Any news?”

 

Kirara peeked around the hut casually with hidden caution, and then leaned closer to him, whispering quickly, “She's here.”

 

The chaos of the hut didn't exist anymore. The rambunctious people erased. The silence of his mind cut his consciousness off. Those words burned him. They raked across his skin and burned his heart. The blood went cold in his very veins and the emptiness filled to the brim with anger.

 

How dare that thing come anywhere near this place.

 

He drew up his shoulders, turned to the door and walked out without a word, Kirara watching painfully as he left knowing exactly what would happen again.

 

 

 

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It took a while for him to register where he was. The snowflakes gently began to fall. Touching his cheek, and melting on impact. The sun was hidden but it was still bright. It was lonely though. He gazed down at his feet after he gathered the courage and sighed heavily at the blooms. The scent of lavender overpowered everything right in this spot. He could feel the aura rushing through his chest, almost feel her heartbeat, sense her breath. Her gentle smile crinkled her cheeks perfectly and her eyes were soft and loving. His memory faded as he opened is eyes to the flowers again.

 

He reached down and brushed away the snow from the beautiful patch and removed his haori to hold over the buds. The goose bumps didn't matter to him, just the flowers. He knew they wouldn't wither. They never did, but it still felt right to cover them, to stare and long for them to speak to him.

 

As the flakes ceased as abruptly as they began he sat before them and reached out to touch the single red rose in the center.

 

“I miss you”

 

Retracting his fingers from the delicate petals, he stood and turned away. It was time to do something about it. No more letting it slide out of his mind. She deserved better to her memory than for him to turn a blind eye.

 

The bitch would die tonight for the life she took from him. Tonight blood would spill again and no remorse would arise. No emotion. Kikyo would finally die tonight.

 

 

 

 

 

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Soooooo…had bad writers block and still do. I tried to take a turn with this chapter but I'm not sure I'm happy with it. Let me know if you like it or I will take it down and write a new one. If you like it then I'll update. But please help me out <33

 

 

Thank you,

Kisa Niwatari