InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Double Vision ❯ Chapter 48 ( Chapter 47 )
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By: knife thrower 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.09.2009 | Updated On: 10.04.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 716 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.09.2009 | Updated On: 10.04.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 716 | Status: Work In Progress
This author does not own “Inuyasha” or “The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam”.
He didn’t summon his energy orb when he left Rin and Inuyasha. His heart wanted him to fly to Kagome. It wanted him to take her in his arms, and kiss her senseless, and beg her forgiveness. But after everything that had happened with Rin, he needed time to be alone, and to think. So he began to walk, at the stately pace he used when he was patrolling the Western Lands.
“And look-a thousand Blossoms with the Day
Woke-and a thousand scatter’d into Clay:
And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.”
‘Humans,’ he thought. ‘Why protect them? Why miss them? Why love them?’
“I sometimes think that never blows so red
The rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.”
‘Father…’
“That ev’n my buried Ashes such a Snare
Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air,
As not a True Believer passing by
But shall be overtaken unaware.”
“Father!” That scent! One he never thought to encounter in this world again. Sesshomaru changed directions, following the scent trail of his sire.
Kohaku poured Kagome another cup of tea. The slayer was on edge. He hadn’t taken Sesshomaru’s potion that morning. He did not want to risk dulling his senses. He was uneasy over his decision to divide his pack. “United we stand. Divided we fall.” An ominous saying from Kagome’s time. He had told Shippou and Jakotsu to take Ah-Uhn to hasten their return and as a beast of burden for their purchases, but he had also wanted them to have a way to make a quick escape from the demon village if things went sour. Kohaku was even more worried about his ability to defend Kagome. He was healing, but not in fighting form. He thought of all of the dangers that lurked outside the cave. Bandits and oni roamed the lands, ready to rape and rob the unwary. Jakotsu was also not to be discounted as a potential threat. The slayer had known Jakotsu years ago, when Naraku had resurrected the Band of Seven to fight Inuyasha and his pack. Jakotsu was a very dangerous and bloodthirsty warrior. The Jakotsu he had known back then would not befriend a human female, and he did not trust the change.
Kohaku was making Kagome nervous. He was acting twitchy and paranoid. The slayer kept checking and re-checking his weapons and pacing around the mouth of the cave keeping watch. It seemed best not to try to engage him in conversation. She did not want to anger him. Taking her new sword in hand, she began to polish it industriously, using a scrap of linen cloth. The action made her think of Sango, who had spent so many evenings polishing her weapons as they hunted for Naraku. How she wished Sango was with her now. She gave the sword a final swipe, proud of her work. Kagome stared at the flawless surface of the blade, and gasped in shock. The face she saw reflected in the mirror-like finish was not her own, but that of Kohaku! Kagome shivered. What could this possibly mean? Was this some kind of portent? Was she hallucinating? She closed her eyes for a few moments, deliberately calming her uneven breathing and clearing her mind. Finally, she dared to look again. Kohaku’s eyes looked back at her from the shining metal. She carefully set the unsheathed sword by her side.
Kohaku was standing across the fire from her, giving her a concerned look. “What’s wrong, Kagome?”
“Nothing. Just nervous, I guess. I hope Shippou and Jakotsu get back soon.”
“Why? Don’t you want to be alone with me? Do I frighten you?” Kohaku got up and went to check the area outside the cave again. When he returned, he sat close beside her, taking her hands in his own. Kagome broke out in a sweat. This didn’t feel right at all. Kohaku brought her hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles softly. She tried to draw away, but he hung on tight, refusing to release his hold on her hands. Instead he used them to pull her closer.
“Kohaku, what are you doing? Please, stop!” She pushed against him. There was no way she could run away, she couldn’t even stand on her feet. Kagome had been forced to let Jakotsu carry her outside to use the bushes that morning.
Kagome closed her eyes and prayed for her mate to come to her rescue…
“Father, I had not thought to meet you outside of Hell.”
“Sesshomaru. What are you doing so far from the West? Are you neglecting your duty to my lands, perchance?”
“Actually, father, I am sojourning with my new mate.”
“A fine powerful demoness, I presume.”
“You would favor her yourself, father. A lovely young human girl.”
“You surprise me, son. I will make it a point to take good care of her when you have assumed my former place in Hell. I’m sure she would be honored to serve in the court of your brother’s wife, Kagome.”
“You plan to make Inuyasha Lord of the Western Lands?”
“As usual, my son, you are incapable of understanding. I plan on resuming the throne that is rightfully mine, and taking your brother’s wife as my mate.”
“You already have a mate, father. It is my mother. Or have you forgotten?”
“Oh, my dear boy. I have not forgotten your mother. I will make sure that monster gets what is coming to her, at long last.”
“Father, I do not believe you have met my new sword, Bakusaiga.” He unsheathed his sword, with lordly grace, as always the epitome of perfection.
“And I know that you have met my own sword, S’ounga.” The battered warrior pulled His great sword from over his shoulder. He was not so pristine as his son. A few arrows from Ungai’s warriors still protruded from his back, and his flesh was furrowed with slashes left by their swords. He showed no sign of faltering as he brought the great sword down in a mighty stroke, bellowing in his deep, bull-like voice “S’OUNGA!”
Sesshomaru responded saying softly, “Bakusaiga.”
Energy crashed from both swords. Lightning bolts of yaki intertwined, lighting up the sky for miles around in a sizzling electrical storm. The power of the swords converged in two blazing paths of destruction, creating a massive field of smoking rubble between the two warriors.
Opening salvos dispensed with, father and son charged toward each other, meeting in the middle of the devastated forest with a resounding clang of steel. Lightning-fast blows were exchanged with bone-crushing power. Each was familiar with the fighting style of the other, and they were equally matched in prowess. The father was more massively built, and strong as a bull. He had already done battle with a hundred trained warriors that day, and suffered damage at their hands. The deaths of Ungai’s troops had given S’ounga a massive power boost, which offset the physical damage Inutaisho had incurred. Sesshomaru was primed to fight, and while he still possessed the supple grace of youth, he had become a hardened warrior and was much larger than his father remembered. The battle continued for hours. At first Inutaisho seemed sure to prevail, but then he found himself pushed back by his more graceful son. Both had suffered massive injuries. Sweat ran in channels through the blood, which coated the bodies of the warriors from head to toe. In a pivotal moment, Sesshomaru caught his father off-balance, and the bigger demon slipped in their combined blood. Inutaisho laughed into his son’s face and disappeared from the field of battle just as Bakusaiga came crashing down in a killing blow.
Sesshomaru watched his father’s energy orb flash through the darkening sky toward the east.
Woke-and a thousand scatter’d into Clay:
And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.”
‘Humans,’ he thought. ‘Why protect them? Why miss them? Why love them?’
“I sometimes think that never blows so red
The rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.”
‘Father…’
“That ev’n my buried Ashes such a Snare
Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air,
As not a True Believer passing by
But shall be overtaken unaware.”
“Father!” That scent! One he never thought to encounter in this world again. Sesshomaru changed directions, following the scent trail of his sire.
Kohaku poured Kagome another cup of tea. The slayer was on edge. He hadn’t taken Sesshomaru’s potion that morning. He did not want to risk dulling his senses. He was uneasy over his decision to divide his pack. “United we stand. Divided we fall.” An ominous saying from Kagome’s time. He had told Shippou and Jakotsu to take Ah-Uhn to hasten their return and as a beast of burden for their purchases, but he had also wanted them to have a way to make a quick escape from the demon village if things went sour. Kohaku was even more worried about his ability to defend Kagome. He was healing, but not in fighting form. He thought of all of the dangers that lurked outside the cave. Bandits and oni roamed the lands, ready to rape and rob the unwary. Jakotsu was also not to be discounted as a potential threat. The slayer had known Jakotsu years ago, when Naraku had resurrected the Band of Seven to fight Inuyasha and his pack. Jakotsu was a very dangerous and bloodthirsty warrior. The Jakotsu he had known back then would not befriend a human female, and he did not trust the change.
Kohaku was making Kagome nervous. He was acting twitchy and paranoid. The slayer kept checking and re-checking his weapons and pacing around the mouth of the cave keeping watch. It seemed best not to try to engage him in conversation. She did not want to anger him. Taking her new sword in hand, she began to polish it industriously, using a scrap of linen cloth. The action made her think of Sango, who had spent so many evenings polishing her weapons as they hunted for Naraku. How she wished Sango was with her now. She gave the sword a final swipe, proud of her work. Kagome stared at the flawless surface of the blade, and gasped in shock. The face she saw reflected in the mirror-like finish was not her own, but that of Kohaku! Kagome shivered. What could this possibly mean? Was this some kind of portent? Was she hallucinating? She closed her eyes for a few moments, deliberately calming her uneven breathing and clearing her mind. Finally, she dared to look again. Kohaku’s eyes looked back at her from the shining metal. She carefully set the unsheathed sword by her side.
Kohaku was standing across the fire from her, giving her a concerned look. “What’s wrong, Kagome?”
“Nothing. Just nervous, I guess. I hope Shippou and Jakotsu get back soon.”
“Why? Don’t you want to be alone with me? Do I frighten you?” Kohaku got up and went to check the area outside the cave again. When he returned, he sat close beside her, taking her hands in his own. Kagome broke out in a sweat. This didn’t feel right at all. Kohaku brought her hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles softly. She tried to draw away, but he hung on tight, refusing to release his hold on her hands. Instead he used them to pull her closer.
“Kohaku, what are you doing? Please, stop!” She pushed against him. There was no way she could run away, she couldn’t even stand on her feet. Kagome had been forced to let Jakotsu carry her outside to use the bushes that morning.
Kagome closed her eyes and prayed for her mate to come to her rescue…
“Father, I had not thought to meet you outside of Hell.”
“Sesshomaru. What are you doing so far from the West? Are you neglecting your duty to my lands, perchance?”
“Actually, father, I am sojourning with my new mate.”
“A fine powerful demoness, I presume.”
“You would favor her yourself, father. A lovely young human girl.”
“You surprise me, son. I will make it a point to take good care of her when you have assumed my former place in Hell. I’m sure she would be honored to serve in the court of your brother’s wife, Kagome.”
“You plan to make Inuyasha Lord of the Western Lands?”
“As usual, my son, you are incapable of understanding. I plan on resuming the throne that is rightfully mine, and taking your brother’s wife as my mate.”
“You already have a mate, father. It is my mother. Or have you forgotten?”
“Oh, my dear boy. I have not forgotten your mother. I will make sure that monster gets what is coming to her, at long last.”
“Father, I do not believe you have met my new sword, Bakusaiga.” He unsheathed his sword, with lordly grace, as always the epitome of perfection.
“And I know that you have met my own sword, S’ounga.” The battered warrior pulled His great sword from over his shoulder. He was not so pristine as his son. A few arrows from Ungai’s warriors still protruded from his back, and his flesh was furrowed with slashes left by their swords. He showed no sign of faltering as he brought the great sword down in a mighty stroke, bellowing in his deep, bull-like voice “S’OUNGA!”
Sesshomaru responded saying softly, “Bakusaiga.”
Energy crashed from both swords. Lightning bolts of yaki intertwined, lighting up the sky for miles around in a sizzling electrical storm. The power of the swords converged in two blazing paths of destruction, creating a massive field of smoking rubble between the two warriors.
Opening salvos dispensed with, father and son charged toward each other, meeting in the middle of the devastated forest with a resounding clang of steel. Lightning-fast blows were exchanged with bone-crushing power. Each was familiar with the fighting style of the other, and they were equally matched in prowess. The father was more massively built, and strong as a bull. He had already done battle with a hundred trained warriors that day, and suffered damage at their hands. The deaths of Ungai’s troops had given S’ounga a massive power boost, which offset the physical damage Inutaisho had incurred. Sesshomaru was primed to fight, and while he still possessed the supple grace of youth, he had become a hardened warrior and was much larger than his father remembered. The battle continued for hours. At first Inutaisho seemed sure to prevail, but then he found himself pushed back by his more graceful son. Both had suffered massive injuries. Sweat ran in channels through the blood, which coated the bodies of the warriors from head to toe. In a pivotal moment, Sesshomaru caught his father off-balance, and the bigger demon slipped in their combined blood. Inutaisho laughed into his son’s face and disappeared from the field of battle just as Bakusaiga came crashing down in a killing blow.
Sesshomaru watched his father’s energy orb flash through the darkening sky toward the east.