InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Carpe Demon ❯ Broken Sacred Arrow ( Chapter 2 )
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By: GinaBristow 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.21.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 285 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.21.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 285 | Status: Completed
Broken Sacred Arrow
Insanely, the first thought that fluttered through her head was that he would have been amazingly attractive, except for the ice-hard expression in his golden eyes.
Kagome recovered quickly from the shock of the shattering glass. However, it took a little longer to wake up from the shock of the mountain of mud now on her late mother’s fine linen table cloth. Something about him struck her senses, made her hair stand up on end, and she had to repress the sudden urge to run, or better yet to hide. Kagome instantly repressed the fight or flight instinct as she Kagome suddenly jumped to attention and retorted in her best mom voice, one that usually made anyone under the age of fourteen, and InuYasha too, duck and cover; “Now see here young man this is highly inappropriate, you get down off my table right now!”
The demon elegantly raised a brow before he complied by jumping off the table. His trajectory was aimed straight at her. Kagome let out a peep of surprise and braced herself for impact. She knew that surviving a direct impact from a demon was much like surviving the blow one received when jumping from a moving train. She got as low as possible bending her knees so that when they connected she would fall back and away from him. She was careful to land so all parts of her body hit the ground simultaneously so she could absorb the shock over a wider area.
Luckily her fall was as graceful as a planned stunt one in one of those action movies that men repeatedly watched. She rolled on her back and jumped swiftly to her feet. This would be her first real fight in a very long time and unfortunately the demon recovered just as quickly. She was again on the defensive. In true demon form, his first blow was directed at the jugular. It was somewhat predictable that a demon would always try to end a fight in the fastest, bloodier way.
Kagome back peddled quickly into the kitchen; the pride and heart of their home. Her demon attacker appeared almost mystically in the doorway. She quickly picked up her the slightly heavy, solid oak chopping board from the counter as she passed by and chucked it at him, aiming for his head. He raised his arm to block the wooden projectile and it split in twain as it impacted with his forearm. She silently bemoaned, what was probably, the beginning of the loss of her beautiful kitchen.
Instinct and training she had long since brushed aside, kicked in and Kagome rushed her demon opponent and managed to land a roundhouse kick despite his tremendous speed. The demon’s eyebrow’s knitted slightly on his otherwise impassive face. This of course did not bode well for her, so the next step in her plan was a bit of a strategic retreat.
She dashed around the long and somewhat thin island that the room was centered around. He followed in hot pursuit. This would have reminded her of a childish game of tag if not for the simple fact that she could feel the breeze on her neck from the swipes of his razor sharp claws on her neck. She abruptly reached across to the other side of the island and pulled herself across, tucking her head under to avoid the pots and pans hanging down from above.
For a moment they stood on either side of the island in the center of the room seemingly assessing each other. He suddenly leaned forward bracing his palms on the counter top and snarled at her. She rightly assumed that this meant he might have been just a little bit upset at her not being such an easy kill. While he was a bit distracted expressing his anger, she used the opportunity to land, what we widely know as, a sucker punch. Her punch, which probably would have broken a lesser man’s nose, only slightly stunned him and while he was taken aback at her landing yet another a blow, she twisted her fingers into his long locks and banged his head down into the counter.
He grabbed her forearms quickly and slung her back onto his side of the island letting the momentum slam her into the opposing cabinets; one of which was now partially unhinged. He aimed a purposeful kick to her side. But now in the zone, Kagome anticipated this move and she rolled out of the way quickly. She popped up onto her feet but, sadly, her evasion only granted her a second’s reprieve from his assault.
The demon kicked her in the stomach, and she stumbled back, winded. In retaliation, Kagome roundhouse kicked him, if somewhat weakly. The demon aimed a kick to her head and due to some more artful dodging on her part, he missed. Kagome kneed him in the stomach. The demon immediately counterpunched and pushed her on the counter with one arm twisted behind her back. Kagome yelped in pain as she struggled against him. Within her struggles, she accidentally landed a blow to his shin. He stepped back to growl at her.
“Ha” she taunted him brashly with a grin, “Snowman: one, Retired Hunter: two."
*****
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes at the little woman, “Disrespectful little human!” He retorted.
His words belied a calm that he did not feel. The hunter, whom they had not seen in battle for at least a year, was not as out of practice as he had expected her to be.
He noticed the slight change in her stance and caught her at the ankle when she tried to kick him in the face. Sesshoumaru smirked as he firmly grasped her ankle to flip her onto the island counter top. She landed on her stomach a bit stunned but not really worse for the wear. He reached down to the floor and grabbed half of the ruined wooden cutting board, that he’d recently split, to put to further use as he prepared to break her pretty little face with it.
Pretty for one of the human persuasion that is.
He rolled her over preparing to issue a killing blow or two, just for good measure. Humans tended to resemble roaches in death, coming back to life when you least expected it. It was always better to be safe than sorry. However as soon as both of her shoulders rested on the counter top she swiftly anchored herself and booted him with both of her sneaker clad feet. The hunter reached up grabbed a frying pan from the hanging kitchen utensils and smashed him twice before slinking off the island. Sesshoumaru sent her an evil glower before he reached behind him and unleashed the contents of the canister he had retrieved into the air.
He was lucky it was filled with flour. Had he gotten the one filled with tea bags, this move would have been more dumb than helpful. He used this cloudy distraction to kick her directly in the stomach. She recovered quickly and this time, the hunter grabbed a knife from the butcher block to her left and swiped it at him. Leaving Sesshoumaru once more on the defensive dancing about the room on the balls of his feet. The hunter feigned a stabbing motion and tried for another roundhouse kick.
He grabbed her and slammed her on the counter again. Sesshoumaru wrapped his claw tipped fingers tightly around her neck. “You may as well die now, for I am not the only one to seek your life,” he taunted. His voice was guttural and filled with anger. The hunter scratched at
his wrists and gasped desperately for breath forgetting the weapon in her panic. This was not a message that he felt compelled to impart but he did so love to see fear in the eyes of his kill.
Sesshoumaru grabbed the knife from the hunter’s hands and held it above her, poised for the finishing move but paused as he noticed a faint glow about her. She grabbed his arms and the glow began to focus and travel steadily down from his shoulder to his elbow to his hands. Belatedly he attributed this glow to spiritual powers and realized she was attempting to purify him.
Sesshoumaru could feel the path of the glow like a thousand red hot needles jabbing at him over and over again. While the continuous pain has stunned him momentarily, the hunter took the opportunity to kick him in the gut. He stumbled back and tripped over the remaining half of the discarded cutting board, rolled on the ground to land face down, unmoving.
*****
Kagome got up and saw the position the demon was in. He was on his side and blood was seeping out from beneath his prone form. She prodded him with one of her feet to make certain he was out. Once she was certain he wasn’t going to spring back into action, she cautiously bent down and rolled him over on his back. The blow and following fall has imbedded the knife, that still glowed of her purification powers, into his left shoulder. She tapped the blade lightly, giving the knife a little wiggle and a tug and it slid from him with a sickening plop.
She sat back on her haunches and tried to clear her head. Suddenly, in the calm after the storm, Kagome could hear a light trudging coming towards the kitchen. ‘Oh gods, Souta!’ “Stop!” she screeched before he could come into the room. At his delicate age, this was not a scene she wanted him to witness.
“Go back upstairs and get some clothes together” she says sternly.
Souta looked confused and started to argue “But Aunt Gome . . .”
“Do what I say NOW!” She interrupted. He was stunned momentarily by the force of her statement, but quickly ran off to comply. Aunt Kagome had never sounded like that before, and frankly she frightened him.
She knew he was scared. She looked around at the devastation in her once neat kitchen. He had to have heard the ruckus the fight had caused and waited for it to calm to investigate. She would have to teach him to run or to fight now. At the very least the basic defensive moves. Her decision from there on out could mean the difference between life and death, for all of them. She was not looking forward to either course of action, but if this one demon was bold enough to come into her home, could they truly be safe anywhere?
*****
After Souta was packed and prepared for their impromptu trip, Kagome ordered him to wait on the couch in the living room for InuYasha. He had not spoken a word since coming back down the stairs, to find her pacing with a bloody knife that she just could not put down. She could only guess at what he was thinking at the sight of her and her colored weapon. But what could she say to him?
Kagome paced between the rooms. There was a demon in her kitchen. A Demon!!! She’d thought she had left them all behind the night she turned InuYasha human. And yet, there she was in a situation she had tried to avoid since becoming his guardian. Not only did she have to contend with explaining the whole situation and thus her background to the oblivious child. She also had to find a way to safely dispose of the demon currently lying within her residence.
Then it came to her. The answer to all her problems lay in one man. Her grandfather. He was still at the shrine and demons avoided holy ground like the plague. If they could get to the shrine, it would at least buy her enough time to think. Although, she was unsure if he would be willing to help her as he had not spoken to her since the day Souta had came to live with her.
She froze suddenly as two things happened simultaneously: The demon appeared in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room, his hair danced wildly in tune with his anger, and, concurrently, headlights flashed through the shattered bay window. The cavalry had finally arrived in the form of one InuYasha.
“Souta,” she said never taking her eyes off the demon, “go to the car with your Uncle and roll the front window down.” With a dumbstruck nod, he complied when he saw the dangerous looking stranger standing ominously in front of his Aunt.
Kagome inched backward toward her exit and called on her holy powers once more to one of her hands hidden behind her back. “So, um, I guess you are not dead then huh?” She asked to buy time.
“There will never be a day when the likes of you could kill me.” The demon replied gravely, and lunged for her again.
She immediately threw the knife charged with her holy power and turned on her heel before she saw if it hit. She ran as fast and as hard as she could, screaming at the top of her lungs for InuYasha to go.
Oh, what would the neighbors think of them now?
*****
InuYasha had tuned out his ‘nephew’ when he saw Kagome come barreling out of the front door at full speed. He may have lost his demon hearing but Kagome was clearly screaming for him to go. So he threw the van into reverse slammed on the gas and backed down the driveway.
He put it in drive and put the pedal to the metal as she dove through the open window. Before she could right herself in the seat, she grasped onto his arm as she was suddenly pulled back out. She brought herself in a moment later minus one of her shoes. Adidas. She would be mourning her loss later, he knew.
“Geez this clunker corners like it’s on rails!” InuYasha hollered over the squealing tires as he took the corner sharply. As he drove through town at a high rate of speed, he thought about the situation. This had to be a demon attack. He had assumed that when she retired and offered no resistance to them she would be off their radar.
Safe.
Apparently, he thought wrong. He sighed and asked where they should go. He knew of a few places that could hide out but nothing long term but as she was the hunter, this was her show. He nodded as she gave directions twisting and turning through the slick streets of Tokyo. As he pulled up in front of their destination, her calm words sent a chill up and back down his spine.
“Do not think that I have forgotten about that wide-load crack, InuYasha.”
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Authors note: Thanks to Fluffy’s cage of Wonders for looking this over for me.
Insanely, the first thought that fluttered through her head was that he would have been amazingly attractive, except for the ice-hard expression in his golden eyes.
Kagome recovered quickly from the shock of the shattering glass. However, it took a little longer to wake up from the shock of the mountain of mud now on her late mother’s fine linen table cloth. Something about him struck her senses, made her hair stand up on end, and she had to repress the sudden urge to run, or better yet to hide. Kagome instantly repressed the fight or flight instinct as she Kagome suddenly jumped to attention and retorted in her best mom voice, one that usually made anyone under the age of fourteen, and InuYasha too, duck and cover; “Now see here young man this is highly inappropriate, you get down off my table right now!”
The demon elegantly raised a brow before he complied by jumping off the table. His trajectory was aimed straight at her. Kagome let out a peep of surprise and braced herself for impact. She knew that surviving a direct impact from a demon was much like surviving the blow one received when jumping from a moving train. She got as low as possible bending her knees so that when they connected she would fall back and away from him. She was careful to land so all parts of her body hit the ground simultaneously so she could absorb the shock over a wider area.
Luckily her fall was as graceful as a planned stunt one in one of those action movies that men repeatedly watched. She rolled on her back and jumped swiftly to her feet. This would be her first real fight in a very long time and unfortunately the demon recovered just as quickly. She was again on the defensive. In true demon form, his first blow was directed at the jugular. It was somewhat predictable that a demon would always try to end a fight in the fastest, bloodier way.
Kagome back peddled quickly into the kitchen; the pride and heart of their home. Her demon attacker appeared almost mystically in the doorway. She quickly picked up her the slightly heavy, solid oak chopping board from the counter as she passed by and chucked it at him, aiming for his head. He raised his arm to block the wooden projectile and it split in twain as it impacted with his forearm. She silently bemoaned, what was probably, the beginning of the loss of her beautiful kitchen.
Instinct and training she had long since brushed aside, kicked in and Kagome rushed her demon opponent and managed to land a roundhouse kick despite his tremendous speed. The demon’s eyebrow’s knitted slightly on his otherwise impassive face. This of course did not bode well for her, so the next step in her plan was a bit of a strategic retreat.
She dashed around the long and somewhat thin island that the room was centered around. He followed in hot pursuit. This would have reminded her of a childish game of tag if not for the simple fact that she could feel the breeze on her neck from the swipes of his razor sharp claws on her neck. She abruptly reached across to the other side of the island and pulled herself across, tucking her head under to avoid the pots and pans hanging down from above.
For a moment they stood on either side of the island in the center of the room seemingly assessing each other. He suddenly leaned forward bracing his palms on the counter top and snarled at her. She rightly assumed that this meant he might have been just a little bit upset at her not being such an easy kill. While he was a bit distracted expressing his anger, she used the opportunity to land, what we widely know as, a sucker punch. Her punch, which probably would have broken a lesser man’s nose, only slightly stunned him and while he was taken aback at her landing yet another a blow, she twisted her fingers into his long locks and banged his head down into the counter.
He grabbed her forearms quickly and slung her back onto his side of the island letting the momentum slam her into the opposing cabinets; one of which was now partially unhinged. He aimed a purposeful kick to her side. But now in the zone, Kagome anticipated this move and she rolled out of the way quickly. She popped up onto her feet but, sadly, her evasion only granted her a second’s reprieve from his assault.
The demon kicked her in the stomach, and she stumbled back, winded. In retaliation, Kagome roundhouse kicked him, if somewhat weakly. The demon aimed a kick to her head and due to some more artful dodging on her part, he missed. Kagome kneed him in the stomach. The demon immediately counterpunched and pushed her on the counter with one arm twisted behind her back. Kagome yelped in pain as she struggled against him. Within her struggles, she accidentally landed a blow to his shin. He stepped back to growl at her.
“Ha” she taunted him brashly with a grin, “Snowman: one, Retired Hunter: two."
*****
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes at the little woman, “Disrespectful little human!” He retorted.
His words belied a calm that he did not feel. The hunter, whom they had not seen in battle for at least a year, was not as out of practice as he had expected her to be.
He noticed the slight change in her stance and caught her at the ankle when she tried to kick him in the face. Sesshoumaru smirked as he firmly grasped her ankle to flip her onto the island counter top. She landed on her stomach a bit stunned but not really worse for the wear. He reached down to the floor and grabbed half of the ruined wooden cutting board, that he’d recently split, to put to further use as he prepared to break her pretty little face with it.
Pretty for one of the human persuasion that is.
He rolled her over preparing to issue a killing blow or two, just for good measure. Humans tended to resemble roaches in death, coming back to life when you least expected it. It was always better to be safe than sorry. However as soon as both of her shoulders rested on the counter top she swiftly anchored herself and booted him with both of her sneaker clad feet. The hunter reached up grabbed a frying pan from the hanging kitchen utensils and smashed him twice before slinking off the island. Sesshoumaru sent her an evil glower before he reached behind him and unleashed the contents of the canister he had retrieved into the air.
He was lucky it was filled with flour. Had he gotten the one filled with tea bags, this move would have been more dumb than helpful. He used this cloudy distraction to kick her directly in the stomach. She recovered quickly and this time, the hunter grabbed a knife from the butcher block to her left and swiped it at him. Leaving Sesshoumaru once more on the defensive dancing about the room on the balls of his feet. The hunter feigned a stabbing motion and tried for another roundhouse kick.
He grabbed her and slammed her on the counter again. Sesshoumaru wrapped his claw tipped fingers tightly around her neck. “You may as well die now, for I am not the only one to seek your life,” he taunted. His voice was guttural and filled with anger. The hunter scratched at
his wrists and gasped desperately for breath forgetting the weapon in her panic. This was not a message that he felt compelled to impart but he did so love to see fear in the eyes of his kill.
Sesshoumaru grabbed the knife from the hunter’s hands and held it above her, poised for the finishing move but paused as he noticed a faint glow about her. She grabbed his arms and the glow began to focus and travel steadily down from his shoulder to his elbow to his hands. Belatedly he attributed this glow to spiritual powers and realized she was attempting to purify him.
Sesshoumaru could feel the path of the glow like a thousand red hot needles jabbing at him over and over again. While the continuous pain has stunned him momentarily, the hunter took the opportunity to kick him in the gut. He stumbled back and tripped over the remaining half of the discarded cutting board, rolled on the ground to land face down, unmoving.
*****
Kagome got up and saw the position the demon was in. He was on his side and blood was seeping out from beneath his prone form. She prodded him with one of her feet to make certain he was out. Once she was certain he wasn’t going to spring back into action, she cautiously bent down and rolled him over on his back. The blow and following fall has imbedded the knife, that still glowed of her purification powers, into his left shoulder. She tapped the blade lightly, giving the knife a little wiggle and a tug and it slid from him with a sickening plop.
She sat back on her haunches and tried to clear her head. Suddenly, in the calm after the storm, Kagome could hear a light trudging coming towards the kitchen. ‘Oh gods, Souta!’ “Stop!” she screeched before he could come into the room. At his delicate age, this was not a scene she wanted him to witness.
“Go back upstairs and get some clothes together” she says sternly.
Souta looked confused and started to argue “But Aunt Gome . . .”
“Do what I say NOW!” She interrupted. He was stunned momentarily by the force of her statement, but quickly ran off to comply. Aunt Kagome had never sounded like that before, and frankly she frightened him.
She knew he was scared. She looked around at the devastation in her once neat kitchen. He had to have heard the ruckus the fight had caused and waited for it to calm to investigate. She would have to teach him to run or to fight now. At the very least the basic defensive moves. Her decision from there on out could mean the difference between life and death, for all of them. She was not looking forward to either course of action, but if this one demon was bold enough to come into her home, could they truly be safe anywhere?
*****
After Souta was packed and prepared for their impromptu trip, Kagome ordered him to wait on the couch in the living room for InuYasha. He had not spoken a word since coming back down the stairs, to find her pacing with a bloody knife that she just could not put down. She could only guess at what he was thinking at the sight of her and her colored weapon. But what could she say to him?
Kagome paced between the rooms. There was a demon in her kitchen. A Demon!!! She’d thought she had left them all behind the night she turned InuYasha human. And yet, there she was in a situation she had tried to avoid since becoming his guardian. Not only did she have to contend with explaining the whole situation and thus her background to the oblivious child. She also had to find a way to safely dispose of the demon currently lying within her residence.
Then it came to her. The answer to all her problems lay in one man. Her grandfather. He was still at the shrine and demons avoided holy ground like the plague. If they could get to the shrine, it would at least buy her enough time to think. Although, she was unsure if he would be willing to help her as he had not spoken to her since the day Souta had came to live with her.
She froze suddenly as two things happened simultaneously: The demon appeared in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room, his hair danced wildly in tune with his anger, and, concurrently, headlights flashed through the shattered bay window. The cavalry had finally arrived in the form of one InuYasha.
“Souta,” she said never taking her eyes off the demon, “go to the car with your Uncle and roll the front window down.” With a dumbstruck nod, he complied when he saw the dangerous looking stranger standing ominously in front of his Aunt.
Kagome inched backward toward her exit and called on her holy powers once more to one of her hands hidden behind her back. “So, um, I guess you are not dead then huh?” She asked to buy time.
“There will never be a day when the likes of you could kill me.” The demon replied gravely, and lunged for her again.
She immediately threw the knife charged with her holy power and turned on her heel before she saw if it hit. She ran as fast and as hard as she could, screaming at the top of her lungs for InuYasha to go.
Oh, what would the neighbors think of them now?
*****
InuYasha had tuned out his ‘nephew’ when he saw Kagome come barreling out of the front door at full speed. He may have lost his demon hearing but Kagome was clearly screaming for him to go. So he threw the van into reverse slammed on the gas and backed down the driveway.
He put it in drive and put the pedal to the metal as she dove through the open window. Before she could right herself in the seat, she grasped onto his arm as she was suddenly pulled back out. She brought herself in a moment later minus one of her shoes. Adidas. She would be mourning her loss later, he knew.
“Geez this clunker corners like it’s on rails!” InuYasha hollered over the squealing tires as he took the corner sharply. As he drove through town at a high rate of speed, he thought about the situation. This had to be a demon attack. He had assumed that when she retired and offered no resistance to them she would be off their radar.
Safe.
Apparently, he thought wrong. He sighed and asked where they should go. He knew of a few places that could hide out but nothing long term but as she was the hunter, this was her show. He nodded as she gave directions twisting and turning through the slick streets of Tokyo. As he pulled up in front of their destination, her calm words sent a chill up and back down his spine.
“Do not think that I have forgotten about that wide-load crack, InuYasha.”
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Authors note: Thanks to Fluffy’s cage of Wonders for looking this over for me.