InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Detached ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

 

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Inuyasha Original Japanese Version © Takahashi Rumiko Shonen Sunday Sunrise Studios

 

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By: Draken-Korin

 

Chapter 1

 

“Inuyasha!” The cry rang out across the grassy valley. A passing kitsune youkai paused to look towards the sound, determining that the owner of the voice was definitely female and sounded more than a little annoyed. The small trickster youkai sensed that there was going to be trouble for whoever the girl's shout was directed at.

 

And he was proven correct in his assumption almost instantly.

 

“OSUWARI!” The voice screamed, the single word echoing through the hills startling the fox and causing him to start back a little at the sheer volume of it. He jumped back even further at the resounding thud that immediately followed the deafening shriek, his sensitive ears flattening against his head, eyes wide with terror. The little demon yelped and ran for his life in the opposite direction that the ominous sounds emerged from, reasoning that anything that could make that kind of sound must be a very powerful youkai indeed and, by the sounds of it, she was pissed already. He certainly didn't want to meet her face to face.

 

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Inuyasha pulled his face out of the dirt, growling in displeasure…his expression the very portrait of annoyance…just in time to see Kagome turn her back and storm away holding a pair of pink panties in her left hand. Miroku sidled up to him, his hands in a prayer form as he began to impart some pearls of wisdom, his voice, as usual, calm and smooth. “Inuyasha, finally you are growing up. Next I will teach you how to look at Kagome-sama's undergarments successfully!”

 

Inuyasha's face turned beat red as he turned to Miroku, pulling himself up from the ground to yell at the lecherous monk. “Baka! I was looking for the Ramen!”

 

Miroku sighed in a drawn out manner as he put an arm around Inuyasha's shoulders, a slightly devious look stealing across his visage as he apparently completely ignored Inuyasha's comment. He leaned in closer to whisper quietly in his ear, giving instructions on just how to look at the afore-mentioned unmentionables. Inuyasha blushed and tried to beat the monk away. “I don't want to hear this!” He shouted as Sango sneaked up behind the delinquent houshi and dragged him away by the ear. The monk, putting on his best innocent face, allowed himself to be hauled away by the determined and irate taijiya. He then attempted to use the opportunity to touch Sango's rear, earning himself a slap in to the bargain.

 

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He watched from a nearby hill, looking at his targets' antics without showing emotion. His back still tingled even after the long month of gaining the strength Naraku required of him. He sighed faintly, still wondering why he was compelled into doing as that pathetic hanyou instructed. It felt…wrong…to obey a creature lower than himself. He growled softly as he recalled one of the reasons Naraku had given him for this mission he found himself on, one that had compelled him to comply with the loathsome being, if only for the moment. He had stated, in that infuriatingly mock-sympathetic tone of his, that Inuyasha had been the cause of his captivity. Naraku had presented a very convincing case in his favour.

 

He reached up, elegant fingers stroking the long black fur pelt draped over his shoulder casually. He had gained it in his travels while searching for the odd mix of travellers arrayed below him. He leaned his head slightly into it, rubbing his face against the silky smooth softness. He ran his hand over the rich black material of his clothing, a slight frown marring his features for a moment before he schooled his features into cold impassiveness again. Everything was black, which stirred a feeling of wrongness in his heart that he could not explain.

 

He was aware that all of the strange emotions roiling through him were…wrong. He couldn't explain how he knew this…only that he did. He felt as if he should be able to contain them with better ease than he was currently displaying. Naraku's cryptic words echoed through his mind. I have remade you as the perfect weapon to be used against Inuyasha. His eyes narrowed in remembrance. You have all the power of his bloodline and that which makes Inuyasha himself strong. His fingers tightened into a fist against the soft fur of his pelt. You cannot lose now. Go. Kill Inuyasha and retrieve the girl. Bring me the final Shikon Shard. Hakudoushi will accompany you as a precaution…to ensure that you do not go astray. After overcoming his immediate reaction…a mixture of annoyance and disgust directed towards the hanyou who presumed to give him orders as if he were nothing more than a lackey…he had puzzled over the meaning of his words. In particular, “that which makes Inuyasha strong”. Though he'd been contemplating the possible meaning behind the cryptic words ever since Naraku had spoken them, he had been unable to come to an answer just yet. He sighed and rolled his shoulders in irritation.

 

“Setshoumaru.” The quietly cold voice startled him from his reflections. He suppressed a growl of displeasure as the small purple-eyed boy tapped his shoulder imperiously with the blade of his large spear. He turned his head slowly, drawing cool dignity around himself like a shroud, and stared at the boy perched on the low branch of the tree towering above them with unblinking golden eyes. The boy merely smirked, gaze unflinching under the direct stare.

 

One heartbeat, then two passed. Setshoumaru stepped to the side, effectively dislodging the spear point from where it rested against his shoulder. “Yes, Hakudoushi?” He asked wearily, successfully restraining a deep sigh. The very act of speaking when it was not absolutely necessary made him feel almost as if he were losing an irreplaceable part of himself.

 

Hakudoushi smirked, the expression revealing the truth of his nature with the sheer evil it represented. “It's time.” He slashed his weapon down once with a hair-raising Naraku-like chuckle. “Kukukukuku.” The sinister sound sent a shiver of inexplicable dread down Setshoumaru's spine.