InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Double Vision ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 10 )

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Rin returned to Kade’s hut. Usually the place was packed with filthy humans, but for some reason there was nobody around, not even the old bitch that resided there. Rin removed her beautiful kimono and donned her miko garb, grabbed her bow and quiver of arrows, and strapped her short sword on her hip. The sword was actually a demon blade, once part of a pair, possessed of very low power. Sesshomaru did not consider her worthy of a blade of great power, as he did Kohaku. That miserable brat was older than her, yet Sesshomaru continued to coddle him. Rin had been privy to some very sordid details regarding Kohaku’s time with Naraku and company. Knowing even part of what had been done to Kohaku disgusted Rin. To think that the dog expected her to mate with such filth made her jaw clench in anger. Rin didn’t like to remember when she was very small, and such things had been done to her also. She had hated it, every moment of every time. Rin suspected that Kohaku had enjoyed himself, even when he was used by the sadistic Hakudoshi. She used to pity him for his terrible dreams, from which he often woke screaming. Now she was sure that he had gotten just what he deserved.

She slammed out of the hut, and stomped down the well-worn footpath toward the next town. She had no idea where she was going, but she was sure any road she took would carry her to her Inuyasha.

Inyasha was not a happy camper. He had resorted to carrying the monk on his back to make better time. Where the hell was Kirara when he needed her? He wanted to make it to the next town, kick some ass, and collect his pay. He also couldn’t wait to see if the monk would strike out or score with the local talent. If Miroku managed to seduce a young maiden, or be seduced by a lonely widow, Inuyasha could rake him over the coals for his hypocrisy. If he didn’t get laid, Inuyasha could tease him about losing his appeal. Either way, Inuyasha would win, and boy did his ego need the boost. He had carried the monk before, but not often. It felt weird and so wrong to feel his friend’s powerful legs wrapped around his hips, and his muscular arms around his neck. Miroku’s breath on his bare neck was annoying the hell out of him, too. He was about ready to throw him down at a fork in the roadway when a lone horseman approached from the direction of the tiger. The man was dressed as a samurai, and the horse was handsome but looked worn out and winded. Miroku hailed the soldier, showing no embarrassment about his own eccentric mount.

“Hail, good fellow. We are seeking a town of some good size. Can you tell me which road to choose?”

Miroku was accustomed to receiving odd looks from strangers they met, but the look the samurai gave him was odd indeed, and exceptionally penetrating.

“If I were you, monk, I would go to the left.” With that the man kicked his horse into a trot, leaving the monk and the half-breed in a cloud of red clay dust.

“Take the fork to the right, Inuyasha.”

“Right.”