InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden Fruit ❯ Bittersweet Reprieve ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Valeve 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.04.2014 | Pages: 7 | Words: 5.4K | Visits: 409 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.04.2014 | Pages: 7 | Words: 5.4K | Visits: 409 | Status: Work In Progress
First, I want to say
that I am incredibly sorry for the horrendously long absence. I
have since had two more children, gotten married, became a military
family and then not, and now I am finally in school to get my
English degree. If nothing else, my writing should improve! I
won’t edit If You Only Knew, because it is finished,
and if nothing else it will remind me of how far I’ve come.
Anyway, I am so very excited to begin writing again. Now that my
youngest is three and my two older children are in school, I can
find a little time for me.
I made a couple changes, but nothing too drastic. I shortened the wedding ceremony, because it did seem a little long for the circumstances. Also, Jamasunda, I have no idea if you will see this response, but the horses names are Icelandic. Vindur does mean “wind” and aska “ashes.”
Chapter 4: Bittersweet Reprieve
"For you, my dear, I am anybody you want me to be." He stepped forward, bowing politely and taking her hand within his own. A pleasant grin settled on his lips before they touched the back of her hand chastely. The man rose, never taking his eyes off of her.
Kagome blushed, but she stood tall and demanded gently, "I am looking for Miroku. So if you are not he, then I ask you to take me to him."
"May I ask your business with him?" His questioning tone turned to one of joy. "Or perhaps you have come a distance to answer his plea for a child!"
"Excuse me?" She would give him one chance to reiterate what he'd just said before she introduced her knee to his groin.
"But of course! It must be, for only the loveliest woman would be tempted by such an offer to bare the child of an honorable monk." He clapped his hands together once, his grin widening.
"Honorable!" Kagome shrieked. Before she could pull her hand back to smack him for such an inference, she was beat to the punch. Literally.
"You letch!" A fist met his skull, making a sickening thud sound. The man's hands shot up to cover his head. Regardless, he let loose a nervous chuckle, smiling sincerely at the woman next to him.
"Sango, my love!"
"Don't'my love' me," she growled. Turning to Kagome, she smiled kindly. "I apologize for his stupidity. There's not much sense up there." She pointed to his head with a glare.
Kagome mumbled, "I wonder why." With a sigh, she turned to the girl, "I'm searching out Miroku, and I was told he is a monk here in the shrine."
Sango raised an eyebrow, "Well, I'm sorry to say you've already met him." The smile returning, she offered Kagome a seat. "What can we help you with?"
Nervous to tell either of them anything, she sat down slowly. Could she trust them? She had no way of telling if they'd return her to Naraku. And her first impression of Miroku made her leery of accepting his help. However, in a way, she felt she could count on Kane. Taking a big chance, she sighed. "Kane Tanaka told me I could find help here."
"Kane Tanaka?" Miroku drawled. Sango kicked him in the shin, causing him to yelp.
"You don't know of him?" Kagome asked, beginning to fidget in her seat.
"Of course we do!" Sango interjected. "I thinkMirokuwas just curious why he would send you here, when normally he's pretty insistent on taking care of any personal matters himself."
"Well, this is not really his problem, it's mine. And he had other business to attend to."
"Why are you here, Miss-?"
Realizing he was searching for a name, she quickly apologized. "I am sorry for my rudeness. My name is Kagome Higurashi."
Sango looked to Miroku, something passing between them that Kagome couldn't interpret.
"Of course! I should have known from the moment you walked in!" Miroku stood, taking her hand again. "I apologize for my forwardness." He released her hand without kissing it this time.
Kagome was met with a look of sympathy from Sango. "I'm sorry about what that beast of a man is doing to you. No one should be forced to marry another not of their choosing."
She took a deep breath and smiled slightly. "That is what I'm trying to avoid. I left my uncle's house, and I plan on getting as far away as possible. After I left, Kane stumbled upon me and forced me to promise that I come here until his return."
Miroku gazed at her thoughtfully, his brow furrowed. "If your fear is Naraku finding you here, I assure you that he will not."
Sango grinned, "I believe he'd rather cut off his own feet than step anywhere near this land."
"I agree," Kagome allowed herself a laugh. However, deep down, she wondered if she should take comfort in such an assumption. When it came to gain, he would use any dirty means to get what he wants. He may not step foot here himself, but he could certainly send someone else. Then again, the Taisho estate would be the last place he'd look. "Would you mind me waiting here until Kane can accompany me to the next town?"
"Not at all! Come, I was just making my way out here to let Miroku know that breakfast was ready." Sango stood, motioning for her to follow.
"Go into the manor?" Kagome's voice jumped a note. She didn't want to take the chance of running into the youkai lord.
Miroku eyed her quizzically. "It's far more comfortable than the shrine."
"I wouldn't want to intrude-"
"Nonsense! You are a welcome guest!" Miroku opened the doors, allowing Sango to pass.
Kagome stayed rooted to her spot. "What about Mr. Taisho?"
"Inuyasha? I'm positive he would not mind your presence in his home. Besides, he's already left to his affairs." Sango smiled reassuringly. "Please, you are no burden, Miss Kagome."
Letting out a shaky breath, she followed the woman from the shrine, Miroku trailing behind them. On the short journey across the grounds to the house, she took in the property appreciatively. Bordered on three sides with trees, it gave the feeling of peaceful seclusion. The yard was lush and green, a few gentle hills rolling from place to place. Far to the right, she could just make out a vineyard. Before that was an extravagant vegetable garden that stretched at least a hundred square yards. To the near right of the manor was a large stable with an attached barn and silo. On the left side was a large cluster of homes. There was a large pond behind them, closer to the roadway.
"Oh, Aska!" Kagome stopped and turned around. "I left my horse behind the shrine."
"Not a problem, we'll have Shippou retrieve her and take her to the stables. She'll be well taken care of." Miroku offered.
"Thank you, kindly."
Once they entered the homestead, her jaw nearly dropped. The inside was as glorious as the yards! The entrance hall was large, an extravagant chandelier hung from the vaulted ceiling. The floor was made up of several shades of stone. They were met excitedly by an elderly woman.
"We have a guest?"
Miroku nodded, "Yes, she will be joining us for breakfast, Kaede."
The woman smiled warmly, "Tis a pleasure my child." She lightly took her arm, guiding her further into the hall. "I'll show you where you can freshen up, and then Sango can escort you to the dining hall."
Kagome thanked her softly. Two tree-like plants sat on either side of an arched doorway, which she followed them through into a small hallway. Sango ushered her towards a room off to the left. They had entered a small washroom, where two pedestal sinks sat below a large ornate mirror. Sango walked to one of the sinks, running the water until it was warm and submerged a cloth before handing it to Kagome.
"You can bath after breakfast, but for now, this will remove some of the outdoors from your skin."
Kagome took it, slightly baffled. As she turned to the mirror, she gasped lightly and laughed. "Oh dear!" She had smudges of dirt on her face and arms, and there were pieces of pine and dirt stuck to her clothes. Wiping away the traces of the forest from her skin, she brushed at her clothing, removing all that she could see. "What a sight I must be!"
"How far did you travel?"
"Oh, not far. I stayed the night in the woods, as it seems to be apparent." Checking her face and arms, she stepped to the sink and held her hands under the stream. Sango handed her a pumice stone. Thanking her, she rubbed the grime from her hands and nails. After drying herself with an offered towel, she smiled nervously.
"Relax." Sango placed the used linens in a basket for later pick up and opened the door for her.
"I'm sorry."
"Oh, don't apologize! But no harm will come to you here, I promise."
"You're so kind."
They made their way to the dining hall where an elongated dark wood table sat in the middle of the room. Six chairs sat at either side, and two high backed seats capped the ends. Every two feet there was a tall paned window, reaching nearly from ceiling to floor. Burgundy drapes hung elegantly upon each one, which were pulled back to allow in the sunlight. In between every window was a silver sconce holding an oil lamp. Three small chandeliers, although still magnificent for their size, hung a few feet above the table.
"I found Shippou on his way to breakfast and asked him to retrieve your horse, Lady Kagome."
"Thank you!" She smiled and nodded.
Miroku got up from his seat, pulling out two for the ladies. Sango took the chair nearest him and Kagome took a seat next to her. There were a few unfamiliar faces, who all seemed to follow her every move. Keeping her eyes on the place setting in front of her, she admired the gold lined porcelain. The color was ivory with golden leaves etched thinly on the edges. She wondered how they could use these dishes for everyday meals.
"Kagome?"
She looked up quickly when Sango addressed her.
"I'd like to introduce you to the rest of the household."
Smiling, she sat up straighter and nodded.
Sango motioned to the teenage boy sitting next to Miroku. "This is Kohaku, my brother. He helps with the maintenance of the grounds." He bowed his head shyly. "Toutousai is the older man across from Miroku. He is a skilled blacksmith, but he also works in the stables and gardens." Toutousai continued to sit quietly, peering at Kagome from the corner of his eye.
"Would you all come help Hachi and I bring in the dishes?" Kaede asked from the opposite doorway. She exited back out the swinging door and everyone stood to follow, including Kagome.
Sango placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "You're a guest, so just sit here and we'll be right back with meal."
Kagome wanted to protest, but she didn't want to make a spectacle of herself and sat back down. Not more than a minute later, they did return with delicious smelling dishes of food. She recognized Kaede as she placed a large plate of hotcakes on a mat in the middle of the table. The older woman smiled brightly at her and took a seat across from where Sango was sitting.
"You look more refreshed."
"Yes, ma'am, thank you very much for your hospitality."
Toutousai sat down after putting a dish of churned butter and fresh maple syrup next to the hotcakes. Miroku and Sango filed out of the kitchen with scrambled eggs and bread loafs in hand. And finally, Kohaku set down a large steaming bowl of grits. Everyone took their seats.
The swinging door hit the wall loudly, admitting a stout raccoon who practically ran to the table. It was a miracle that the plate of bacon didn't end up on the floor before he set it down next to the eggs.
"A bit hot for you, Hachi?" Miroku chuckled.
Hachi grumbled something about 'damned greasy pig' before settling across from Kagome. She stiffened, as this was the first demon she'd encountered since arriving. It was a fleeting discomfort, as she willed herself to settle down.
Sango smiled at her, "This is Hachi, he's the head cook and completely harmless, I assure you." Kagome nodded, afraid that her brief moment of distress was noticeable. While she was surprised to find most of the inhabitants were human, she had tried to prepare herself with the reasoning that there would be other youkai here. She was determined to show them respect in their own home.
"Of course, you've met Kaede. She's like our mother, and also the head of the household when Inuyasha is gone." Again, she felt the warmth of Kaede's smile.
Suddenly a blur ran through the entrance, yelling, "You guys left food for me, right?" A young fox youkai took a seat next to Toutousai, across from Kohaku.
"Shippou, we haven't even started yet," Miroku stated.
"Did you see to Miss Kagome's horse?" Sango asked.
"Yep! I gave her grain and water after I brushed her down."
Kagome smiled warmly at the boy, "Thank you, Shippou. I really appreciate it, and I'm sure Aska does to."
Shippou turned to her and beamed, seemingly seeing her for the first time. "Hi! You're Kagome?" She nodded. "You sure are pretty!" She blushed at his compliment. "I bet Inuyasha would think so, too. Have you met him yet?"
She cleared her throat, "Um, no, I haven't had the pleasure."
"He needs a pretty girl. He can sure be a grouch sometimes!"
"Shippou!" Miroku chided.
Her face burned, and she was thankful when Sango suggested they eat. As Shippou reached for a piece of bacon, Miroku swatted his hand away.
"Hey!"
"Shippou, you didn't come to the table without washing the grime from your hands, did you?" The kit frowned before jumping off his chair in a huff.
"He's adorable," Kagome said quietly.
Sango laughed, "He definitely grows on you."
They all began filling their plates, and Shippou returned a couple minutes later to join them. The conversation was light and friendly. She was asked about her home in the village, although she really couldn't tell them much without feeling ashamed. It was obvious that they all knew of her predicament with her uncle and Kouga.
"That wolf, he's quite full of himself." Toutousai commented.
"He has no right taking another wife. Ayame is a lovely woman, and she doesn't deserve to be disrespected that way." Kaede added.
"Your uncle sounds like a real jerk," Shippou stated around a mouthful of eggs.
"Mind your manners, Shippou," Sango scolded lightly.
He swallowed and mumbled, "Sorry."
Thankfully, the subject changed to discussions about the barn roof needing repaired before the next storm and the garden needing pruning.
"You would love the garden. How does a walk sound after we're done?" Sango offered.
"That would be nice, thank you." Kagome answered. Despite her discomfort, as she swore she could feel eyes watching her from every corner, she wanted to see more of the beautiful manse.
x0x
Inuyasha didn't find Naraku at home, which wasn't much of a surprise. He remounted his horse and headed for the village tavern. Folks made sure to keep out of his way, many trying to hide their stares. Needless to say, he didn't show himself in the town often.
Tying Vindur to the hitching post, he gracefully made his way into the bar. Half the room watched him as he made his way to the back table, while the other turned and kept to their mugs. The serving wench didn't meet him with her usual banter, as she didn't know him in his true form. The noise he'd heard from the outside dwindled to no more than poorly concealed whispers. He paid them no mind, however, and kept his eyes on his target.
As unintelligent as Naraku seemed, he knew better than to stay seated. Inuyasha was only halfway across the room before he stood to meet him.
"My lord, I-"
"Save it. I suggest we step outside." Allowing him to lead the way, the hanyou lord followed his stiff but brisk walk out of the establishment. "I will follow you to your homestead. I don't wish to make a spectacle here."
Naraku licked his lips nervously, before walking a little quicker in the direction of his house. Inuyasha untied his steed, pulling him along behind them. The short trip was made in silence. He could smell the underlying fear radiating off the human next to him.
The moment they entered Naraku's domain, the man seemed to relax, albeit only slightly. He immediately sat in his armchair, not even offering the lord a seat. Inuyasha preferred to stand and was eager to get this done and over with.
"In the eight years you've had control over my lands, you have swindled eight thousand dollars from my family and my people."
"Lord Inuyasha, I may have taken a little extra, so I could feed my family-"
Inuyasha growled, "Don't take me for a fool!" He poked the man rudely in his round stomach. "I can see where that money has gone. Your drinking and gambling have not gone unnoticed. Your foolish indulgences have put you in more debt than you could ever hope to alleviate."
Naraku could only glare, his hands fisted in his lap.
"You have two days to repay your debts to me, or I will have your head."
"Two days. Lord, I don't believe-" His face became a thoughtful frown. "Actually, I will have it to you before then."
Inuyasha's eyebrows rose. "Will you now? And how are you going to obtain such an amount?" He asked doubtfully.
"My niece will be sold on the block on the morrow. As soon as the marriage documents are signed, I will have your eight thousand."
Inuyasha bristled, his claws bit into the flesh of his palm as he kept himself from tearing the man's throat out. Koga was bad enough, but now Kagome was going to be left open to any scum with enough money to appease Naraku's greed. But there was nothing he could do to help Kagome in the matter. It was not an unknown occurrence, and the laws didn't forbid it. She wasn't technically being sold to slavery. It was seen as more of an auction for the girl's hand in marriage, used mostly in instances where she would refuse any suitors. The whole idea was barbaric in its wrong. He knew she was safe in his home at the moment, but he couldn't pretend to think she'd be safe if she journeyed on her own. Naraku would eventually get to her or someone else with more ill will than even him. He knew what he had to do.
"So be it. I will come tomorrow night for my collection. If you don't have it, I will show you no mercy." He received a heated glare from the man, but Inuyasha ignored the disrespect. What could he expect from this sniveling man? "Good day." He turned and left, not bothering to wait for a response.
Vindur snorted and pawed at the ground, as eager to leave as his rider. "Let's go see our damsel, boy." While he wanted as far away from this filth as possible, he was dreading his reunion with his fiery refugee.
x0x
Breakfast was finished, and everyone helped clean up. They still didn't allow Kagome to help, so she sat quietly until Sango returned. Once she did, she beckoned her to follow her back through the dining room entrance. They turned left down another hallway, where two large white doors opened into a large garden.
Kagome's eyes widened at its beauty. It was enclosed by high stone walls, which were covered in thick vines, sprouting large white and lavender flowers. There were lustrous flowering plants everywhere. A narrow stone path wound its way through the expanse of greenery. In the center was a very large tree.
"This is the Goshinboku, a time tree. It's been here for hundreds of years. When Kaede came upon it, she determined that the garden should be built around it. Everything you see around you is her work. She spends hours out here every day. In the back right corner, she has an herb garden. Her ancestors passed on the knowledge of medicine through those herbs, and she prefers to carry on the practice. I would trust her with my life." Sango explained.
"This place is beautiful and so very peaceful."
"I am thankful to Inuyasha and Kaede for the home my brother and I have here. When Inuyasha's father was murdered, Kaede was forced to work for other families to make a living. She happened to work in the same village as we lived with our parents." Sango's face remained passive. "When a rogue youkai started attacking the town, my father set out with others to capture it. He returned with massive injuries, which got infected and would never heal. My mother tended to his wounds, which led her to her own fate. She literally worried herself to death. She didn't eat or sleep while taking care of him. After he died, she fell into despair and sickness took over her. We lost her not even two weeks later."
"I'm so sorry." Kagome tried to comfort the woman with a hand on her arm. "Both of my parents have passed as well."
Sango half smiled, "I miss them, but I go on. Kohaku took it harder than I have, which is why he keeps to himself so much." She paused for a moment, seemingly clearing her thoughts. "To the point, Kaede took us in and here we are."
Kagome spotted a large swing hanging from the branches of the time tree. "May I?" She asked excitedly.
Sango chuckled, "By all means." She watched the young lady as she seated herself carefully and began swinging her legs slowly.
Kagome leaned her head against one of the thick ropes, gazing out across the gardens. "When I was little, we had a swing a bit smaller than this one in a nearby tree. My father used to take turns pushing my brother and me." She giggled softly. "I remember when he would sit and we'd both try with all our might to push him back." Her eyes clouded a bit in memory. "He told us that our mother used to love that same swing. When I was a baby, she'd hold me in her arms and sing to me as the gentle wind pushed us both. He painted a beautiful picture of her in our minds."
"When did your mother die?"
"She had a horse, who she rode every day until she was too large to do so safely. She didn't want Midnight to feel abandoned, so she would spend a good hour every day brushing and talking to him. When she was full term carrying Souta, she was doing just that. A grey hound, who'd wandered from a neighboring farm, entered the stable and startled the horse. My mother was kicked twice, once in the side and in the head. They managed to save my little brother, but nothing could be done for her."
"That's awful."
Kagome nodded. "My father was heartbroken. He sold Midnight, not that he felt it was entirely the animal's fault, but he couldn't stand the memory."
"How old were you?"
"I was only two, so I only know what my father has told me."
"So you can't even recall what your mother looked like?"
"We had a portrait of her from when she was younger and another from the date of my parents' marriage."
"It's not the same, I understand."
Kagome smiled, pushing her feet off the ground to swing higher. Miroku arrived, clearing his throat and setting a hand on Sango's arm. "Mr. Tanaka is here and would like to speak to the lady."
"No need for an announcement, thank you Miroku. However, I wish to speak to Miss Kagome alone."
"By all means." Sango smiled warmly. "It was nice talking with you. I hope we get the pleasure again soon."
"Yes, thank you so much." Kagome stopped the swing and stood, surprising the woman with a tender hug.
Miroku bowed, grinning widely. "Do grace us with your presence again, milady."
"Indeed, thank you for your help." Kagome nodded her head. She didn't quite trust him enough to hug him. The two left, leaving only herself, Kane, and the breeze blowing softly through the tree branches ahead.
"It seems you've enjoyed your short stay here." Kane smirked.
Kagome nodded, a smile upon her lips. "They were very hospitable."
His expression quickly turned grim. "I'm not going to chase the subject. I wish to return you home."
"What?" She whispered hoarsely. "I don't understand." Kagome shook her head, stepping back from him as he reached to grasp her shoulder.
"Please, you must listen to me."
"You know what my uncle plans to do! How can you deliver me into his hands?"
"It's not safe out there," he said, gesturing to the outer walls. "You have no idea what trouble you may run into."
"It can't be any worse than what will happen if I return home." Kagome was trying to control her emotions, but she found her limbs were trembling.
"I can't see you to the next town and just leave you to chance. I couldn't live with myself if I abandoned you to some ill fate." Kane reached for her again, resting his hands on either arm. "Please, this is for the best."
"You would see me sold to Koga like some possession?" She couldn't keep the bite from her voice any longer. There was no understanding as to why he was suddenly giving up on her. She was beginning to feel dirty from their experience together the night before. Obviously she'd misjudged this man's character. "I can't believe I trusted you," she spat quietly, pulling herself from his grasp.
"Kagome-"
"Don't, I don't want to hear any more of this nonsense. I'm not naïve enough to believe that I could run from here and get far. Just take me back." She brushed past him, forcing back the tears that she could feel burning behind her eyes.
Kane cursed softly, wishing there were an easier way to explain to her why he was doing this. The look of betrayal and hurt in her eyes was just as painful as the fear when she saw him as a hanyou. 'This woman is going to be the death of me.'
He followed her back into the house. She didn't stop until she found herself lost, staring up the stairwell that led to the east and west wings. "This way." He turned left, leading her back to the front of the manse. Miroku and Sango gave him questioning looks as he passed, but he merely shook his head. As they were exiting, he caught Kaede's questioning glare from her seat on the porch chair. Wanting to avoid any confrontations and questions, he placed his hand on Kagome's lower back and led her to the stable.
The ride back to Naraku's house was a quiet and uncomfortable one. There was nothing he could say to make it clear to her that his intentions were in her best interest. He could feel the negative emotions rolling off of her and thought it best to keep his mouth shut entirely. 'All is not lost. If you don't believe me now, you will.'
Kagome was shaking, fearing her return to Naraku. He'd won, and she felt loathing towards Kane for giving him that satisfaction. Had he no idea what he was sending her into? Didn't he care that by tomorrow, she'd be forced into the arms and bed of a youkai she both feared and felt no compassion for? And then she was mad at herself for making herself so vulnerable to him. No man was to be trusted, but she let Tanaka's charm stretch her boundaries. How could she have been so foolish to actually believe he wanted anything more than her physical being?
Once her barn came into focus, she felt her lungs constrict. She consciously breathed in and out, trying not to faint. She had to keep her head about her if she were to survive what was to come. It seemed to take only seconds to settle Aska into her stall. Time was moving swiftly, and there was nothing she could do to slow it or stop it entirely. She refused to meet Kane's gaze, as she'd be damned if she let him know just how much this was effecting her. Still, he followed her to the stoop, even opening the door for her.
"I'm sorry. This was the only way I could keep harm from coming to you. You don't have to believe me now, but you'll be thanking me later."
Kagome turned icy eyes to him, "I don't know what game you are playing, but I refuse to be anyone's pawn. I see where your concern for my wellbeing lies. Have a nice day, Mr. Tanaka." She turned and slammed the door in his face, gripping the knob tightly in her hand. Her eyes searched the domicile quickly, trying to discern if her uncle was home or not. He appeared in the doorway of his bedroom, a predatory gleam in his eye and a cruel smirk on his face. A rifle was held in his right hand, and her heart sped up at the sight.
"I should beat you beyond recognition for your actions. There's no question that I'd love to feel your throat crush beneath my hands. However, you must be presentable tomorrow morning."
"I am not here on my will, and I still refuse to marry Koga." Kagome kept her back against the door.
"Koga will not waste his time with a whore like you. You would have cost me a great fortune, but I will not lose out."
Kagome nearly sighed in relief that her leaving had caused Koga to relinquish his claim. However, the look of victory in her uncle's eyes made her believe that something worse was to come.
"I will be auctioning you on the block come morning. So sleep well, for it will be your last night of solace." Instead of heading back to his room, he sauntered over to the chair, setting the gun across his lap. "Don't think you're taking one step out of this house until then."
Kagome ran to her room, shutting the door behind her. Souta had been standing in the kitchen, sorrow and fear for her written all over his face. Falling to her knees, her head hung and her hair covered her face. Soon her shoulders shook forcibly with sobs. At some point, she curled in upon herself on the wooden floor. Shutting her eyes against the swimming of the room, she cried until she fell into fitful sleep. 'Why father? Why did you leave me alone to this fate?' That was her last thought before drifting away.
I made a couple changes, but nothing too drastic. I shortened the wedding ceremony, because it did seem a little long for the circumstances. Also, Jamasunda, I have no idea if you will see this response, but the horses names are Icelandic. Vindur does mean “wind” and aska “ashes.”
Chapter 4: Bittersweet Reprieve
"For you, my dear, I am anybody you want me to be." He stepped forward, bowing politely and taking her hand within his own. A pleasant grin settled on his lips before they touched the back of her hand chastely. The man rose, never taking his eyes off of her.
Kagome blushed, but she stood tall and demanded gently, "I am looking for Miroku. So if you are not he, then I ask you to take me to him."
"May I ask your business with him?" His questioning tone turned to one of joy. "Or perhaps you have come a distance to answer his plea for a child!"
"Excuse me?" She would give him one chance to reiterate what he'd just said before she introduced her knee to his groin.
"But of course! It must be, for only the loveliest woman would be tempted by such an offer to bare the child of an honorable monk." He clapped his hands together once, his grin widening.
"Honorable!" Kagome shrieked. Before she could pull her hand back to smack him for such an inference, she was beat to the punch. Literally.
"You letch!" A fist met his skull, making a sickening thud sound. The man's hands shot up to cover his head. Regardless, he let loose a nervous chuckle, smiling sincerely at the woman next to him.
"Sango, my love!"
"Don't'my love' me," she growled. Turning to Kagome, she smiled kindly. "I apologize for his stupidity. There's not much sense up there." She pointed to his head with a glare.
Kagome mumbled, "I wonder why." With a sigh, she turned to the girl, "I'm searching out Miroku, and I was told he is a monk here in the shrine."
Sango raised an eyebrow, "Well, I'm sorry to say you've already met him." The smile returning, she offered Kagome a seat. "What can we help you with?"
Nervous to tell either of them anything, she sat down slowly. Could she trust them? She had no way of telling if they'd return her to Naraku. And her first impression of Miroku made her leery of accepting his help. However, in a way, she felt she could count on Kane. Taking a big chance, she sighed. "Kane Tanaka told me I could find help here."
"Kane Tanaka?" Miroku drawled. Sango kicked him in the shin, causing him to yelp.
"You don't know of him?" Kagome asked, beginning to fidget in her seat.
"Of course we do!" Sango interjected. "I thinkMirokuwas just curious why he would send you here, when normally he's pretty insistent on taking care of any personal matters himself."
"Well, this is not really his problem, it's mine. And he had other business to attend to."
"Why are you here, Miss-?"
Realizing he was searching for a name, she quickly apologized. "I am sorry for my rudeness. My name is Kagome Higurashi."
Sango looked to Miroku, something passing between them that Kagome couldn't interpret.
"Of course! I should have known from the moment you walked in!" Miroku stood, taking her hand again. "I apologize for my forwardness." He released her hand without kissing it this time.
Kagome was met with a look of sympathy from Sango. "I'm sorry about what that beast of a man is doing to you. No one should be forced to marry another not of their choosing."
She took a deep breath and smiled slightly. "That is what I'm trying to avoid. I left my uncle's house, and I plan on getting as far away as possible. After I left, Kane stumbled upon me and forced me to promise that I come here until his return."
Miroku gazed at her thoughtfully, his brow furrowed. "If your fear is Naraku finding you here, I assure you that he will not."
Sango grinned, "I believe he'd rather cut off his own feet than step anywhere near this land."
"I agree," Kagome allowed herself a laugh. However, deep down, she wondered if she should take comfort in such an assumption. When it came to gain, he would use any dirty means to get what he wants. He may not step foot here himself, but he could certainly send someone else. Then again, the Taisho estate would be the last place he'd look. "Would you mind me waiting here until Kane can accompany me to the next town?"
"Not at all! Come, I was just making my way out here to let Miroku know that breakfast was ready." Sango stood, motioning for her to follow.
"Go into the manor?" Kagome's voice jumped a note. She didn't want to take the chance of running into the youkai lord.
Miroku eyed her quizzically. "It's far more comfortable than the shrine."
"I wouldn't want to intrude-"
"Nonsense! You are a welcome guest!" Miroku opened the doors, allowing Sango to pass.
Kagome stayed rooted to her spot. "What about Mr. Taisho?"
"Inuyasha? I'm positive he would not mind your presence in his home. Besides, he's already left to his affairs." Sango smiled reassuringly. "Please, you are no burden, Miss Kagome."
Letting out a shaky breath, she followed the woman from the shrine, Miroku trailing behind them. On the short journey across the grounds to the house, she took in the property appreciatively. Bordered on three sides with trees, it gave the feeling of peaceful seclusion. The yard was lush and green, a few gentle hills rolling from place to place. Far to the right, she could just make out a vineyard. Before that was an extravagant vegetable garden that stretched at least a hundred square yards. To the near right of the manor was a large stable with an attached barn and silo. On the left side was a large cluster of homes. There was a large pond behind them, closer to the roadway.
"Oh, Aska!" Kagome stopped and turned around. "I left my horse behind the shrine."
"Not a problem, we'll have Shippou retrieve her and take her to the stables. She'll be well taken care of." Miroku offered.
"Thank you, kindly."
Once they entered the homestead, her jaw nearly dropped. The inside was as glorious as the yards! The entrance hall was large, an extravagant chandelier hung from the vaulted ceiling. The floor was made up of several shades of stone. They were met excitedly by an elderly woman.
"We have a guest?"
Miroku nodded, "Yes, she will be joining us for breakfast, Kaede."
The woman smiled warmly, "Tis a pleasure my child." She lightly took her arm, guiding her further into the hall. "I'll show you where you can freshen up, and then Sango can escort you to the dining hall."
Kagome thanked her softly. Two tree-like plants sat on either side of an arched doorway, which she followed them through into a small hallway. Sango ushered her towards a room off to the left. They had entered a small washroom, where two pedestal sinks sat below a large ornate mirror. Sango walked to one of the sinks, running the water until it was warm and submerged a cloth before handing it to Kagome.
"You can bath after breakfast, but for now, this will remove some of the outdoors from your skin."
Kagome took it, slightly baffled. As she turned to the mirror, she gasped lightly and laughed. "Oh dear!" She had smudges of dirt on her face and arms, and there were pieces of pine and dirt stuck to her clothes. Wiping away the traces of the forest from her skin, she brushed at her clothing, removing all that she could see. "What a sight I must be!"
"How far did you travel?"
"Oh, not far. I stayed the night in the woods, as it seems to be apparent." Checking her face and arms, she stepped to the sink and held her hands under the stream. Sango handed her a pumice stone. Thanking her, she rubbed the grime from her hands and nails. After drying herself with an offered towel, she smiled nervously.
"Relax." Sango placed the used linens in a basket for later pick up and opened the door for her.
"I'm sorry."
"Oh, don't apologize! But no harm will come to you here, I promise."
"You're so kind."
They made their way to the dining hall where an elongated dark wood table sat in the middle of the room. Six chairs sat at either side, and two high backed seats capped the ends. Every two feet there was a tall paned window, reaching nearly from ceiling to floor. Burgundy drapes hung elegantly upon each one, which were pulled back to allow in the sunlight. In between every window was a silver sconce holding an oil lamp. Three small chandeliers, although still magnificent for their size, hung a few feet above the table.
"I found Shippou on his way to breakfast and asked him to retrieve your horse, Lady Kagome."
"Thank you!" She smiled and nodded.
Miroku got up from his seat, pulling out two for the ladies. Sango took the chair nearest him and Kagome took a seat next to her. There were a few unfamiliar faces, who all seemed to follow her every move. Keeping her eyes on the place setting in front of her, she admired the gold lined porcelain. The color was ivory with golden leaves etched thinly on the edges. She wondered how they could use these dishes for everyday meals.
"Kagome?"
She looked up quickly when Sango addressed her.
"I'd like to introduce you to the rest of the household."
Smiling, she sat up straighter and nodded.
Sango motioned to the teenage boy sitting next to Miroku. "This is Kohaku, my brother. He helps with the maintenance of the grounds." He bowed his head shyly. "Toutousai is the older man across from Miroku. He is a skilled blacksmith, but he also works in the stables and gardens." Toutousai continued to sit quietly, peering at Kagome from the corner of his eye.
"Would you all come help Hachi and I bring in the dishes?" Kaede asked from the opposite doorway. She exited back out the swinging door and everyone stood to follow, including Kagome.
Sango placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "You're a guest, so just sit here and we'll be right back with meal."
Kagome wanted to protest, but she didn't want to make a spectacle of herself and sat back down. Not more than a minute later, they did return with delicious smelling dishes of food. She recognized Kaede as she placed a large plate of hotcakes on a mat in the middle of the table. The older woman smiled brightly at her and took a seat across from where Sango was sitting.
"You look more refreshed."
"Yes, ma'am, thank you very much for your hospitality."
Toutousai sat down after putting a dish of churned butter and fresh maple syrup next to the hotcakes. Miroku and Sango filed out of the kitchen with scrambled eggs and bread loafs in hand. And finally, Kohaku set down a large steaming bowl of grits. Everyone took their seats.
The swinging door hit the wall loudly, admitting a stout raccoon who practically ran to the table. It was a miracle that the plate of bacon didn't end up on the floor before he set it down next to the eggs.
"A bit hot for you, Hachi?" Miroku chuckled.
Hachi grumbled something about 'damned greasy pig' before settling across from Kagome. She stiffened, as this was the first demon she'd encountered since arriving. It was a fleeting discomfort, as she willed herself to settle down.
Sango smiled at her, "This is Hachi, he's the head cook and completely harmless, I assure you." Kagome nodded, afraid that her brief moment of distress was noticeable. While she was surprised to find most of the inhabitants were human, she had tried to prepare herself with the reasoning that there would be other youkai here. She was determined to show them respect in their own home.
"Of course, you've met Kaede. She's like our mother, and also the head of the household when Inuyasha is gone." Again, she felt the warmth of Kaede's smile.
Suddenly a blur ran through the entrance, yelling, "You guys left food for me, right?" A young fox youkai took a seat next to Toutousai, across from Kohaku.
"Shippou, we haven't even started yet," Miroku stated.
"Did you see to Miss Kagome's horse?" Sango asked.
"Yep! I gave her grain and water after I brushed her down."
Kagome smiled warmly at the boy, "Thank you, Shippou. I really appreciate it, and I'm sure Aska does to."
Shippou turned to her and beamed, seemingly seeing her for the first time. "Hi! You're Kagome?" She nodded. "You sure are pretty!" She blushed at his compliment. "I bet Inuyasha would think so, too. Have you met him yet?"
She cleared her throat, "Um, no, I haven't had the pleasure."
"He needs a pretty girl. He can sure be a grouch sometimes!"
"Shippou!" Miroku chided.
Her face burned, and she was thankful when Sango suggested they eat. As Shippou reached for a piece of bacon, Miroku swatted his hand away.
"Hey!"
"Shippou, you didn't come to the table without washing the grime from your hands, did you?" The kit frowned before jumping off his chair in a huff.
"He's adorable," Kagome said quietly.
Sango laughed, "He definitely grows on you."
They all began filling their plates, and Shippou returned a couple minutes later to join them. The conversation was light and friendly. She was asked about her home in the village, although she really couldn't tell them much without feeling ashamed. It was obvious that they all knew of her predicament with her uncle and Kouga.
"That wolf, he's quite full of himself." Toutousai commented.
"He has no right taking another wife. Ayame is a lovely woman, and she doesn't deserve to be disrespected that way." Kaede added.
"Your uncle sounds like a real jerk," Shippou stated around a mouthful of eggs.
"Mind your manners, Shippou," Sango scolded lightly.
He swallowed and mumbled, "Sorry."
Thankfully, the subject changed to discussions about the barn roof needing repaired before the next storm and the garden needing pruning.
"You would love the garden. How does a walk sound after we're done?" Sango offered.
"That would be nice, thank you." Kagome answered. Despite her discomfort, as she swore she could feel eyes watching her from every corner, she wanted to see more of the beautiful manse.
x0x
Inuyasha didn't find Naraku at home, which wasn't much of a surprise. He remounted his horse and headed for the village tavern. Folks made sure to keep out of his way, many trying to hide their stares. Needless to say, he didn't show himself in the town often.
Tying Vindur to the hitching post, he gracefully made his way into the bar. Half the room watched him as he made his way to the back table, while the other turned and kept to their mugs. The serving wench didn't meet him with her usual banter, as she didn't know him in his true form. The noise he'd heard from the outside dwindled to no more than poorly concealed whispers. He paid them no mind, however, and kept his eyes on his target.
As unintelligent as Naraku seemed, he knew better than to stay seated. Inuyasha was only halfway across the room before he stood to meet him.
"My lord, I-"
"Save it. I suggest we step outside." Allowing him to lead the way, the hanyou lord followed his stiff but brisk walk out of the establishment. "I will follow you to your homestead. I don't wish to make a spectacle here."
Naraku licked his lips nervously, before walking a little quicker in the direction of his house. Inuyasha untied his steed, pulling him along behind them. The short trip was made in silence. He could smell the underlying fear radiating off the human next to him.
The moment they entered Naraku's domain, the man seemed to relax, albeit only slightly. He immediately sat in his armchair, not even offering the lord a seat. Inuyasha preferred to stand and was eager to get this done and over with.
"In the eight years you've had control over my lands, you have swindled eight thousand dollars from my family and my people."
"Lord Inuyasha, I may have taken a little extra, so I could feed my family-"
Inuyasha growled, "Don't take me for a fool!" He poked the man rudely in his round stomach. "I can see where that money has gone. Your drinking and gambling have not gone unnoticed. Your foolish indulgences have put you in more debt than you could ever hope to alleviate."
Naraku could only glare, his hands fisted in his lap.
"You have two days to repay your debts to me, or I will have your head."
"Two days. Lord, I don't believe-" His face became a thoughtful frown. "Actually, I will have it to you before then."
Inuyasha's eyebrows rose. "Will you now? And how are you going to obtain such an amount?" He asked doubtfully.
"My niece will be sold on the block on the morrow. As soon as the marriage documents are signed, I will have your eight thousand."
Inuyasha bristled, his claws bit into the flesh of his palm as he kept himself from tearing the man's throat out. Koga was bad enough, but now Kagome was going to be left open to any scum with enough money to appease Naraku's greed. But there was nothing he could do to help Kagome in the matter. It was not an unknown occurrence, and the laws didn't forbid it. She wasn't technically being sold to slavery. It was seen as more of an auction for the girl's hand in marriage, used mostly in instances where she would refuse any suitors. The whole idea was barbaric in its wrong. He knew she was safe in his home at the moment, but he couldn't pretend to think she'd be safe if she journeyed on her own. Naraku would eventually get to her or someone else with more ill will than even him. He knew what he had to do.
"So be it. I will come tomorrow night for my collection. If you don't have it, I will show you no mercy." He received a heated glare from the man, but Inuyasha ignored the disrespect. What could he expect from this sniveling man? "Good day." He turned and left, not bothering to wait for a response.
Vindur snorted and pawed at the ground, as eager to leave as his rider. "Let's go see our damsel, boy." While he wanted as far away from this filth as possible, he was dreading his reunion with his fiery refugee.
x0x
Breakfast was finished, and everyone helped clean up. They still didn't allow Kagome to help, so she sat quietly until Sango returned. Once she did, she beckoned her to follow her back through the dining room entrance. They turned left down another hallway, where two large white doors opened into a large garden.
Kagome's eyes widened at its beauty. It was enclosed by high stone walls, which were covered in thick vines, sprouting large white and lavender flowers. There were lustrous flowering plants everywhere. A narrow stone path wound its way through the expanse of greenery. In the center was a very large tree.
"This is the Goshinboku, a time tree. It's been here for hundreds of years. When Kaede came upon it, she determined that the garden should be built around it. Everything you see around you is her work. She spends hours out here every day. In the back right corner, she has an herb garden. Her ancestors passed on the knowledge of medicine through those herbs, and she prefers to carry on the practice. I would trust her with my life." Sango explained.
"This place is beautiful and so very peaceful."
"I am thankful to Inuyasha and Kaede for the home my brother and I have here. When Inuyasha's father was murdered, Kaede was forced to work for other families to make a living. She happened to work in the same village as we lived with our parents." Sango's face remained passive. "When a rogue youkai started attacking the town, my father set out with others to capture it. He returned with massive injuries, which got infected and would never heal. My mother tended to his wounds, which led her to her own fate. She literally worried herself to death. She didn't eat or sleep while taking care of him. After he died, she fell into despair and sickness took over her. We lost her not even two weeks later."
"I'm so sorry." Kagome tried to comfort the woman with a hand on her arm. "Both of my parents have passed as well."
Sango half smiled, "I miss them, but I go on. Kohaku took it harder than I have, which is why he keeps to himself so much." She paused for a moment, seemingly clearing her thoughts. "To the point, Kaede took us in and here we are."
Kagome spotted a large swing hanging from the branches of the time tree. "May I?" She asked excitedly.
Sango chuckled, "By all means." She watched the young lady as she seated herself carefully and began swinging her legs slowly.
Kagome leaned her head against one of the thick ropes, gazing out across the gardens. "When I was little, we had a swing a bit smaller than this one in a nearby tree. My father used to take turns pushing my brother and me." She giggled softly. "I remember when he would sit and we'd both try with all our might to push him back." Her eyes clouded a bit in memory. "He told us that our mother used to love that same swing. When I was a baby, she'd hold me in her arms and sing to me as the gentle wind pushed us both. He painted a beautiful picture of her in our minds."
"When did your mother die?"
"She had a horse, who she rode every day until she was too large to do so safely. She didn't want Midnight to feel abandoned, so she would spend a good hour every day brushing and talking to him. When she was full term carrying Souta, she was doing just that. A grey hound, who'd wandered from a neighboring farm, entered the stable and startled the horse. My mother was kicked twice, once in the side and in the head. They managed to save my little brother, but nothing could be done for her."
"That's awful."
Kagome nodded. "My father was heartbroken. He sold Midnight, not that he felt it was entirely the animal's fault, but he couldn't stand the memory."
"How old were you?"
"I was only two, so I only know what my father has told me."
"So you can't even recall what your mother looked like?"
"We had a portrait of her from when she was younger and another from the date of my parents' marriage."
"It's not the same, I understand."
Kagome smiled, pushing her feet off the ground to swing higher. Miroku arrived, clearing his throat and setting a hand on Sango's arm. "Mr. Tanaka is here and would like to speak to the lady."
"No need for an announcement, thank you Miroku. However, I wish to speak to Miss Kagome alone."
"By all means." Sango smiled warmly. "It was nice talking with you. I hope we get the pleasure again soon."
"Yes, thank you so much." Kagome stopped the swing and stood, surprising the woman with a tender hug.
Miroku bowed, grinning widely. "Do grace us with your presence again, milady."
"Indeed, thank you for your help." Kagome nodded her head. She didn't quite trust him enough to hug him. The two left, leaving only herself, Kane, and the breeze blowing softly through the tree branches ahead.
"It seems you've enjoyed your short stay here." Kane smirked.
Kagome nodded, a smile upon her lips. "They were very hospitable."
His expression quickly turned grim. "I'm not going to chase the subject. I wish to return you home."
"What?" She whispered hoarsely. "I don't understand." Kagome shook her head, stepping back from him as he reached to grasp her shoulder.
"Please, you must listen to me."
"You know what my uncle plans to do! How can you deliver me into his hands?"
"It's not safe out there," he said, gesturing to the outer walls. "You have no idea what trouble you may run into."
"It can't be any worse than what will happen if I return home." Kagome was trying to control her emotions, but she found her limbs were trembling.
"I can't see you to the next town and just leave you to chance. I couldn't live with myself if I abandoned you to some ill fate." Kane reached for her again, resting his hands on either arm. "Please, this is for the best."
"You would see me sold to Koga like some possession?" She couldn't keep the bite from her voice any longer. There was no understanding as to why he was suddenly giving up on her. She was beginning to feel dirty from their experience together the night before. Obviously she'd misjudged this man's character. "I can't believe I trusted you," she spat quietly, pulling herself from his grasp.
"Kagome-"
"Don't, I don't want to hear any more of this nonsense. I'm not naïve enough to believe that I could run from here and get far. Just take me back." She brushed past him, forcing back the tears that she could feel burning behind her eyes.
Kane cursed softly, wishing there were an easier way to explain to her why he was doing this. The look of betrayal and hurt in her eyes was just as painful as the fear when she saw him as a hanyou. 'This woman is going to be the death of me.'
He followed her back into the house. She didn't stop until she found herself lost, staring up the stairwell that led to the east and west wings. "This way." He turned left, leading her back to the front of the manse. Miroku and Sango gave him questioning looks as he passed, but he merely shook his head. As they were exiting, he caught Kaede's questioning glare from her seat on the porch chair. Wanting to avoid any confrontations and questions, he placed his hand on Kagome's lower back and led her to the stable.
The ride back to Naraku's house was a quiet and uncomfortable one. There was nothing he could say to make it clear to her that his intentions were in her best interest. He could feel the negative emotions rolling off of her and thought it best to keep his mouth shut entirely. 'All is not lost. If you don't believe me now, you will.'
Kagome was shaking, fearing her return to Naraku. He'd won, and she felt loathing towards Kane for giving him that satisfaction. Had he no idea what he was sending her into? Didn't he care that by tomorrow, she'd be forced into the arms and bed of a youkai she both feared and felt no compassion for? And then she was mad at herself for making herself so vulnerable to him. No man was to be trusted, but she let Tanaka's charm stretch her boundaries. How could she have been so foolish to actually believe he wanted anything more than her physical being?
Once her barn came into focus, she felt her lungs constrict. She consciously breathed in and out, trying not to faint. She had to keep her head about her if she were to survive what was to come. It seemed to take only seconds to settle Aska into her stall. Time was moving swiftly, and there was nothing she could do to slow it or stop it entirely. She refused to meet Kane's gaze, as she'd be damned if she let him know just how much this was effecting her. Still, he followed her to the stoop, even opening the door for her.
"I'm sorry. This was the only way I could keep harm from coming to you. You don't have to believe me now, but you'll be thanking me later."
Kagome turned icy eyes to him, "I don't know what game you are playing, but I refuse to be anyone's pawn. I see where your concern for my wellbeing lies. Have a nice day, Mr. Tanaka." She turned and slammed the door in his face, gripping the knob tightly in her hand. Her eyes searched the domicile quickly, trying to discern if her uncle was home or not. He appeared in the doorway of his bedroom, a predatory gleam in his eye and a cruel smirk on his face. A rifle was held in his right hand, and her heart sped up at the sight.
"I should beat you beyond recognition for your actions. There's no question that I'd love to feel your throat crush beneath my hands. However, you must be presentable tomorrow morning."
"I am not here on my will, and I still refuse to marry Koga." Kagome kept her back against the door.
"Koga will not waste his time with a whore like you. You would have cost me a great fortune, but I will not lose out."
Kagome nearly sighed in relief that her leaving had caused Koga to relinquish his claim. However, the look of victory in her uncle's eyes made her believe that something worse was to come.
"I will be auctioning you on the block come morning. So sleep well, for it will be your last night of solace." Instead of heading back to his room, he sauntered over to the chair, setting the gun across his lap. "Don't think you're taking one step out of this house until then."
Kagome ran to her room, shutting the door behind her. Souta had been standing in the kitchen, sorrow and fear for her written all over his face. Falling to her knees, her head hung and her hair covered her face. Soon her shoulders shook forcibly with sobs. At some point, she curled in upon herself on the wooden floor. Shutting her eyes against the swimming of the room, she cried until she fell into fitful sleep. 'Why father? Why did you leave me alone to this fate?' That was her last thought before drifting away.