InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Destines and Memories ❯ chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Inuyasha face was dead white as he stepped back and looked up at Miroku.

 

“It seems she's also breathing…” he said.

 

It took a moment for Inuyasha's words to sink in.

 

“You're…joking, right?' Miroku asked, stumbling on his words a little. “She's been dead forever. You're just…” but he had to stop. He had been watching her chest and saw it gently rise and then fall. “No way…”

 

“Maybe she was buried alive?” Inuyasha asked, though he knew that answer before Miroku said anything.

 

“Can't have been unless someone's been coming down here and feeding here. But then we'd have seen marks…” They both looked around, but saw nothing. “No way no way no way.” Miroku said.

 

“Well?” Inuyasha said, now getting a little excited. “What should we do?”

 

“What do you mean `what should we do?'” Miroku burst out. “Nothing! Let's just grab some treasure and get out of here.”

 

“I think this I the first time you've turned down a lady.” Inuyasha said. Miroku just ignored him though.

 

“Come on.” Miroku said, and he bent over and started to grab some of the stuff on the floor and shove it into a backpack he had brought.

 

“Yeah yeah.” Inuyasha replied, and turned away. He had forgotten, though, that he had been standing in the midst of very loose objects, though, and as he turned, he slipped and fell.

 

He flung out his arms, trying to break his fall, and hit the side of the coffin with one hand and the ground with the other.

 

“Damn!” He yelled, shifting his weight off a particularly sharp coin. He tried to get up then, but found that he could not move the hand that had hit the coffin. “What the hell?”

 

It was stuck. However, that was not all. It was also starting to glow, and not just his hand, but the coffin as well, were now both starting to glow a bright blue color.

 

“Miroku, come get me off!” Inuyasha yelled, trying to pry is hand away, but to no avail. The shine of the coffin was getting brighter.

 

Miroku hobbled over, his leg still hurting, and tried to help. It was starting to get hard to keep their eyes open because of the blaze that was now the coffin.

 

“On three!” Miroku yelled. “One! Two! THREE!” They both pulled as hard as they could and kept pulling.

 

With a sharp snap! His hand popped off the coffin, but now hung limp and useless, broken. However, Inuyasha did not notice, he was too transfixed on what was going on with the coffin.

 

Both of them now had to close their eyes, but it did not matter, they could still see what was happening, as though it were a movie playing on the inside of their eyelids.

 

The coffin, miraculously, was opening!

 

Slowly, but continuously, it opened, until the lid gave a small pop and fell to the ground with a tiny thud, the years of dust and the treasure cushioning the impact. Then the glow started to fade, much faster then the lid did with opening.

 

When they opening their eyes again, there was only a faint blue sparkle, but now it was not just on the coffin, it was everything, making the room glow and shine. The boys now noticed that everything was made out of gold.

 

But that only caught their attention of a split second, before they remembered the girl in the coffin. They looked up to find that she was still there, still seeming to be asleep. Her breathing, though, was now more pronounced.

 

Inuyasha got up, favoring his broken wrist, to take a look, but Miroku grabbed him.

 

“Don't!” He whispered. “Something else might happen!”

 

“So?” Inuyasha whispered back. “I wanna see what's up with her.”

 

Shaking off Miroku hand, he took a careful step forward, sliding some of the coins under him around. It was not much noise, but the girls eyes shifted slightly. Inuyasha was now very excited and he walked the rest of the way to the now open coffin, to take a better look.

 

“Wow…” He whispered, as the full impact of what he saw hit him.

 

There, right in front of him, was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She seemed flawless, her hair perfectly straight, and her body wonderfully formed. Her hands rested, one over the other, on her stomach, the rest of her body straight. He reached out his good hand to touch her.

 

“Don't!” Miroku half moaned, half cried, now wishing he had not taken Inuyasha along. However, Inuyasha had not heard and his hand made contact with the girl's cheek.

 

The reaction was instantaneous. Her hand flew up and grabbed his in an iron grip. Inuyasha tried to pull away, but she did not even budge. He watched her face and saw her starting to stir.

 

Her eyes fluttered open and the first thing she saw was Inuyasha. But when she opened her mouth, only a strange hoarse cough came out, making her clutch at her through with her other hand. Her eyes, though, never left Inuyasha, as though he were the most fascinating thing she had ever seen.

 

“Inuyasha?” Miroku said, not able to see what was going on because Inuyasha's body was in his way.” What's the matter?”

 

“Water.” Inuyasha called quietly. “Bring me some water from my pack.”

 

“Why?” Miroku said, though he got up to do it.

 

“Just go.” Inuyasha said, not noticing that is what he was doing.

 

“Whoa!” Miroku cried, as he joined Inuyasha and saw that the girl was awake and clutching Inuyasha's hand still. Her eyes finally shifted from Inuyasha's face, now going to Miroku's and finally down to the water bottle. She edged away from it, but her movements were stiff.

 

“Here.” Inuyasha said, pointing at the bottle and as Miroku offered it to her, but she only backed away more. “There's nothing wrong with it.” He said, but she did not take it still. “Watch” he said, and, having Miroku unscrew it and hold it up to his lips, Inuyasha took a small sip. “See?” He said. “Nothing's wrong.”

 

For a moment the girl still looked weary, but finally she scooted back over and, taking her hand from her throat, took the water bottle carefully. She took a small sip and a moment later was chugging down the whole thing. When there was not even a drop left she offered it back to Miroku, who took it and put it in his pack.

 

“So…” he said. “Who are you? What's your name?”