InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Double Vision ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 9 )

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Inuyasha’s head was pounding. This was the first time in months he went out slaying without taking Rin along, and he felt almost sick in her absence. She would be pissed, and he would know about it. Rin was much more like Kikyo than Kagome that way. His brother’s sweet little girl had grown vengeful, and full of spite. So unlike his ever-patient Kagome. He had not spoken to Kagome before leaving. What was there to say? Everyone who said he was a fucking asshole was right. He did bad things, things so bad there was no way to make them right. No matter how many fucking hundreds of years old he got, he just did the same stupid things over and over. Baka Inuyasha. Another part of his brain corrected him. Not stupid, Inuyasha. What you have done is beyond stupid. What you have become is evil.

Miroku was throwing him bad looks. If he still had his wind tunnel, he would probably suck Inuyasha into hell.

“Fuck you, asshole! Keep your stupid thoughts to yourself!”

“I didn’t say anything, Inuyasha, “ the monk replied with perfect tranquility, a smug look on his pretty face.

Inuyasha and the monk had left Edo so suddenly that neither one knew Kagome had been missing since the night before.

Sango was beginning to worry. Kagome had been gone too long. She had to be hurting, bad. Really, really bad. Inuyasha had been her everything for years, and now she had nothing. Sango’s mind supplied vivid pictures of Kagome slashing her own wrists, swallowing poison, running over the edge of a rocky cliff, and Sango’s own all-time personal favorite self-destructive fantasy, committing death by demon. In her worst moments, Sango envisioned finding some huge, vindictive, and undefeatable demon, pissing the thing off, and fighting to the inevitable end. She wished she were a demon herself, one with a good nose for tracking, so she could sniff Kagome out. No sense asking Inuyasha, Kirara was hopeless at tracking, and Shippou was nowhere around. Human methods of tracking were no good, the area around Edo was highly populated, rendering any technique Sango was capable of completely useless. What could she do to help her only friend?

Sango leaned casually against the fence that bordered Kaede’s garden. Kaede was harvesting medicinal root crops and bundling them to be dried in the rafters of her hut. One of her last chores before winter closed in. “Kaede, where are your helpers?”

“All gone, child, all gone. With my sister, I suppose.” Sango looked sharply at the priestess. Was the old biddy going senile? She’d be happy if Rin had gone to be with Kikyo in Hell, by Sango’s estimation that’s exactly where she belonged. But Kagome? No way was she letting that happen. Sango returned to her own hut, where she expected to find utter chaos. But the hut was strangely silent. Miroku appeared to be gone, probably back on the road with his best buddy, Inuyasha. Her kids? Who the heck knows. She headed back out the door, only to hear familiar sounding voices shrieking from Mayuki’s hut across the way. Sango sighed. She really, really hated Mayuki. And now, apparently, she was in charge of Sango’s three brats, and Sango would have to appear eternally grateful. Fine. Just fine.

Taking advantage the empty state of her hut, Sango grabbed the braided rug that Kagome had made for her. Kagome had told her that rug braiding was considered a very old-fashioned craft in the twenty-first century, but to Sango, the rug seemed to represent all that was modern and luxurious. She flung it over the porch rail and grabbed her broom, beating on the rug until dust billowed all around. It felt great to wale on the rug, at least it felt great until she felt a sharp tug in her abdomen, and a sharp rush of liquid between her legs. She sunk into a pained crouch, then hollered for help. One good thing about living in Edo, there were always plenty of nosey neighbors around to hear you whenever you screamed. The neighbors were used to hearing screaming coming from Sango’s hut, so it took a while for help to come. Kaede was summoned, her mental capacity a further worry for Sango, and both of Kaede’s apprentices were missing in action. Today was not Sango’s day.

“Calm down, child, it’s not too early. The baby should be fine.” Sango panted in pain. Miroku and Inuyasha were apparently gone. If they were here, she would have to take a time out between contractions and kill them both. She was glad her baby was coming. Once the baby was born, she would be more able to take care of her sister’s problems for her. She would bind her breasts, pad her crotch with rags, and set out to unleash vengeance on Rin and Inuyasha. But first she needed squat this baby out and go to find her sweet Kagome, to make sure she was safe here on the surface of the earth, and not in Hell with Kikyo, as Kaede had implied.