InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Eien Wo Shinjiteru ❯ 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Writer's Yaps: Hey guys! Sorry I took such a long time to update. Things have been pretty hectic around the house. Truth is, I don't really know where this story's headed, although I've got several cool plots in my head right now. Oh well, as I always say, anything goes!

 

 

 

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Here ya go, chapter 2 of Eien Wo Shinjiteru!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

Senjitsu Ayume was a light sleeper. She was accustomed to the common sounds of the night: the crickets chirping in the trees, the trickling of the mountain spring nearby, the rustling of the grass as they swayed gently in the breeze. Her husband Minoru, however, slept like the dead, and he could only be roused by a bucket of cold water.

 

 

 

This night seemed no different from the rest of the nights on this side of the mountain. She and her husband were alone, their nearest neighbors could be found far down the valley below, which was convenient for them. They did not have to contend with anybody else for anything. Theirs was a simple, quiet life.

 

 

 

Ayume's eyes suddenly opened. Something was not right. She glanced at her husband snoring softly beside her. Nothing wrong there. Ah, it must be the rain then. The ceaseless patter of drops on the roof must have woke her up. She liked it when it rained at night, the sound was comforting, lulling you to sleep. Ayume's forehead wrinkled in a frown. Slowly, she sat up. There was something a else, a presence…gooseflesh appeared on her arms. It was getting closer.

 

 

 

A sudden flash of light outside made her head turn toward the window. Lightning? She cocked her head, waiting for the rumble of thunder that usually follows. A few seconds, no thunder. Hastily, she slipped out of the blanket and crossed over to the door in her tabi. She pushed the flap aside. There was someone standing by the well.

 

 

 

Nobody knew they lived up here. Their children were all dead, no one has come to visit in years. Travelers usually avoided this area because of the rocky terrain. She was surprised…a visitor in the middle of the night. Somehow, the thought made her smile. A man, no it was not a man, for he was surrounded by a bluish white light. The light served as a shield from the rain, it was as if he had a roof over his head. It must be a kami then. No, it couldn't be possible. She had ceased to believe in gods when her children were butchered by a roving band of youkai. She strained her eyes. The glow made it hard for her to see his features. The presence had a bundle in his arms. It began to walk towards her. Every step he took brought him closer.

 

 

 

He was magnificent. He must be royalty then, for his kimono and hakama were of the finest silk, there were three swords strapped to his hip, his armor gleaming in the pale wash of the moon. His long silver hair fluttered lightly in the breeze. Silver? He could not possibly be human. He stopped when he was three feet in front of her. Ayume knew she should have been frightened, but for some reason, she was not. The feral amber eyes flared with a strange fire, and they were focused directly on her.

 

 

 

“This girl needs human attention. Do whatever is necessary.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Judging by the severity of her injuries, the girl had been raped, repeatedly. By two or three men. Her small, fragile body was littered with nasty cuts, welts and bruises. Her lip was split, and there was an angry gash on her temple, probably caused by a sharp rock. The girl had been used, brutally. It's a miracle she was still alive.

 

 

 

Ayume gently wiped the dirt off the girl's face with a clean washcloth. She was a very beautiful girl. She had an oval face, high, delicate cheekbones, a small, slightly upturned nose, and tiny, heart-shaped lips. Porcelain skin, as soft as silk, like a butterfly's wings. Her hair was a thick, lustrous ebony mass scattered all over her pillow. She was clearly a highborn lady. The silk of her kimono was truly the finest. It was such a pity, what she had been through. The world was a cold, unfeeling place…cruel.

 

 

 

The girl…her father has yet to reveal her name (he had not uttered a single word since) was still sound asleep. She had been asleep when she was brought in, obviously exhausted after her terrifying ordeal. The girl's father…no, he couldn't be her father. He looked so young to have fathered a teenage daughter, although there was a timeless quality to his appearance. He must be her guardian then, or her husband.

 

 

 

Ayume set her medicine kit aside. There was nothing more she could do. All they can do now was to wait for the girl to wake up and pray that her mind had not been altered by what befell her. She had encountered a rape victim before, and the unfortunate woman had never been the same after the incident. She had gone mad.

 

 

 

Her husband was out in the woodpile gathering wood for the dwindling fire. Ayume rose slowly to her feet and headed for the door. Her eyes scanned the yard until they rested on the motionless figure of the girl's guardian. He was just standing by the well, looking up at the heavens. The torrential rain had mellowed down to a drizzle. She went back in and retrieved an umbrella. Her husband entered then, carrying an armload of firewood. “That girl's companion is still out there. I'm going to call him in, he might get the chills.” Minoru nodded silently and proceeded to fill the wood box. He was a man of few words.

 

 

 

Ayume hurried outside with the umbrella over her head. When she was standing right next to Sesshoumaru, she said, “She is going to be just fine. Come in out of the rain. You might get ill yourself.”

 

 

 

Sesshoumaru did not reply. His insides were still seething with rage. It was roiling around in his system, making him feel as if he would spill his guts any moment now. And the guilt. That was even worse. This would not have happened if Rin was left behind at the castle, where she belonged. She was all grown up now, she shouldn't have been traipsing around the countryside with him. He had never realized the danger, how vulnerable a little slip of a girl can be. She had been ravaged by barbarians. Ravaged. His Rin. His poor little Rin. She was so full of life, so trusting. She would be different now. Would she hate him? Sesshoumaru closed his eyes. He cannot dwell on that right now.

 

 

 

Poor man, how he suffers. Ayume could feel the wrath emanating from him in waves. The feeling was so strong it was almost tangible. With a weary sigh, Ayume turned and started to walk back to the hut. “Come inside where its warm. My husband is making some broth if you're hungry. I'm telling you, she's going to be fine,” she said over her shoulder.

 

 

 

Those savages. They would pay for what they did to her. Death would not be enough. Without thinking Sesshoumaru rose up into the air, transforming into his real form as he did so.

 

 

 

Ayume turned around, startled by the dazzling white light emitted by the stranger. In front of her astonished eyes he turned into a majestic, giant dog and flew swiftly away. His passing left the night looking even darker than before. So he was a youkai after all, or a daiyoukai, if she was not mistaken. Those men who hurt the little girl would not live to see the dawn. Which is more than they deserve.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Whooheee! That's chapter 2 for you! I promise I'll try to update sooner! Please RnR!

 

 

 

Til next time, genki-de!

 

 

 

 

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