InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Future Heart, Future Pain, Future Hope ❯ Chapter 16 ( Chapter 16 )
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By: Simply a Lady 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Romance / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.28.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 553 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Romance / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.28.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 553 | Status: Work In Progress
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Awakening…
Taro slept. For the first time in what feels like days, he slept. Although it was magically induced by Izanami, which irritates him to no end. He knows deep down that he needed the rest desperately.
That miko's powers had done a number on his body…. His body still aches with the pain, but it's a good pain…. A pain that tells him his body is healing the damage within…
As he opened his eyes, he awoke to find the demoness gone, and himself laid out upon the soft sand of the beach, the water licking at his sides. Almost like a lover's caress… Still as he gets up, he feels something strange about himself…
Something different…
Although the miko's energy is gone from his form, he can still feel some part of her inside him. He doesn't know how or why, but he can feel it as something akin to warmth towards her creeps into his thoughts.
Shaking his head to get rid of her features and the sound of her voice. He stretches his body out, the dark hair curling at the ends as he sits up and away from the water. Running his fingers absentmindedly through its thick blackness, he whirls around as he stands up to find Izanami beside him with his clothes in her hand.
Her blue hair long and nearly to her feet acts as a living dress almost as it seems to move and cover her body in just the right areas, to leave his imagination soaring with curiosity of what's underneath. His hands reaching out he takes his clothes and turns around to get dressed only to hear her words….
“Taro…when they come remember…”
Confused for a moment at her comment, Taro turns around. Expecting to find her there with her all knowing smile, he finds nothing but air and the scent of rain.
“Izanami?”
“Remember young Taro…remember my words, for your body is healed. But your soul is not…to reach your true potential…all must be one…”
With those words said in the recesses of his mind repeatedly, Taro gets dressed as for the first time in ages he senses that his life will begin to take a turn. For the better or for the worse he does not know…
But the fact that it is beyond his control…
Well that sets his teeth on edge. How is he supposed to understand her cryptic words? “To reach my full potential….all must be one? What all? What all must be one? I don't understand Izanami…”
Shouting that last part to the areas around him, he hears nothing but the echoes of silence…from the spring and its surrounding wood.
Growling in frustration, he stalks through the wood moments later as he finishes dressing. The energy he gives off remains black and crackling with demonic power, but there is something different about it. He feels the same as he has always before, but now some part of him hurts…
Its not like how it was earlier when the pain was physical. It was more of a spiritual hurt. A painful hurt…
“What's happening….”
“Strange…your soul is apart and yet it is connecting…” States a young voice, one that is quiet and void of any emotion whatsoever.
Whirling around at the sound behind him, he sees what appears to be a child of 9 in white. Obviously a young girl, according to her outfit, as well as the flowers in her air, there is something about this child that brushes his senses and stirs his instinct. Focusing his thoughts, he can sense that he must remain wary of this child…for one thing that was taught to him well…
Was that looks can be deceiving…
“Who are you…”
Saying nothing the girl simply looks at him with eyes that are dark and empty of life. Her mirror then begins to pulse with an unseen power that near rivals his own.
“So you must be the elusive Taro…” A voice said from within the mirror. Dark and full of an evil unlike any he has ever felt, he looks down and sees an image of a baboon playing within what should have been his reflection, in the child's mirror.
“And who are you?”
“I am Naraku…”
Hearing the name within the mirror, Taro sends a dark blast of energy at the person within. Only to have the little girl speak…
“Mirror…reflect…”
Pu lsing with light all of a sudden, the mirror takes in his energy much to his surprise. Searching through his mind rapidly at this new development, he yelps in surprise as his own power comes shooting out back at him….
Instead of hitting its mark, the power disperses as it approaches him, Kanna says nothing as the voice simply chuckles.
“We are full of surprises are we not young one? Not many can disperse their own attacks once Kanna has returned them.”
“What can I say I am stronger than I look…”
“As am I…” The voice said with such vehemence and hatred, that Taro actually felt a shiver of fear. Which to the young man was unusual for it is a sensation that he does not like…
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Elsewhere…
Soul catchers flying around her, Kikyo searches for something. Despite the circumstances her life…or should she say un-life has taken her, the former protector of the Shikon Jewel had become extremely sensitive to those with powers similar to hers. Was it due to all those years of protecting this powerful stone?
Or was it because she was once dead?
Quite frankly, she doesn't know, but she does care…
Especially now…
Those born with her kind of powers have always been born female. All Mikos have been and for close to a millennia it has been so. Their counterparts, the priests such as Miroku, who travels with her copy and Inuyasha, were born with a different kind of spiritual power. Their power was in words that they uttered or in spells that they wrote…for they were the ones who could seal demons away with Sutras…such was the way of things…
A Miko could do much of the same things, except for one important difference….
A Miko's power resided in the body and in the heart as a man's resided in the soul and the mind. Both were separate and unique and hence so were there weapons.
But now her curiosity is peaked…
She senses something different in the air… Her body thrums with it…
She can sense someone with a miko's power that has turned dark. Thinking it was one like Tsubaki her old enemy, she had turned. Intent on destroying it…but she then had a surprise…
It was indeed a dark miko energy she had felt, but her senses overwhelmed her with this one fact that her soul catchers imparted….
All though with a miko power…the soul for which it belonged to…was a male…and from their feelings…he also has the powers of a priest that are now stirring awake…
Taro slept. For the first time in what feels like days, he slept. Although it was magically induced by Izanami, which irritates him to no end. He knows deep down that he needed the rest desperately.
That miko's powers had done a number on his body…. His body still aches with the pain, but it's a good pain…. A pain that tells him his body is healing the damage within…
As he opened his eyes, he awoke to find the demoness gone, and himself laid out upon the soft sand of the beach, the water licking at his sides. Almost like a lover's caress… Still as he gets up, he feels something strange about himself…
Something different…
Although the miko's energy is gone from his form, he can still feel some part of her inside him. He doesn't know how or why, but he can feel it as something akin to warmth towards her creeps into his thoughts.
Shaking his head to get rid of her features and the sound of her voice. He stretches his body out, the dark hair curling at the ends as he sits up and away from the water. Running his fingers absentmindedly through its thick blackness, he whirls around as he stands up to find Izanami beside him with his clothes in her hand.
Her blue hair long and nearly to her feet acts as a living dress almost as it seems to move and cover her body in just the right areas, to leave his imagination soaring with curiosity of what's underneath. His hands reaching out he takes his clothes and turns around to get dressed only to hear her words….
“Taro…when they come remember…”
Confused for a moment at her comment, Taro turns around. Expecting to find her there with her all knowing smile, he finds nothing but air and the scent of rain.
“Izanami?”
“Remember young Taro…remember my words, for your body is healed. But your soul is not…to reach your true potential…all must be one…”
With those words said in the recesses of his mind repeatedly, Taro gets dressed as for the first time in ages he senses that his life will begin to take a turn. For the better or for the worse he does not know…
But the fact that it is beyond his control…
Well that sets his teeth on edge. How is he supposed to understand her cryptic words? “To reach my full potential….all must be one? What all? What all must be one? I don't understand Izanami…”
Shouting that last part to the areas around him, he hears nothing but the echoes of silence…from the spring and its surrounding wood.
Growling in frustration, he stalks through the wood moments later as he finishes dressing. The energy he gives off remains black and crackling with demonic power, but there is something different about it. He feels the same as he has always before, but now some part of him hurts…
Its not like how it was earlier when the pain was physical. It was more of a spiritual hurt. A painful hurt…
“What's happening….”
“Strange…your soul is apart and yet it is connecting…” States a young voice, one that is quiet and void of any emotion whatsoever.
Whirling around at the sound behind him, he sees what appears to be a child of 9 in white. Obviously a young girl, according to her outfit, as well as the flowers in her air, there is something about this child that brushes his senses and stirs his instinct. Focusing his thoughts, he can sense that he must remain wary of this child…for one thing that was taught to him well…
Was that looks can be deceiving…
“Who are you…”
Saying nothing the girl simply looks at him with eyes that are dark and empty of life. Her mirror then begins to pulse with an unseen power that near rivals his own.
“So you must be the elusive Taro…” A voice said from within the mirror. Dark and full of an evil unlike any he has ever felt, he looks down and sees an image of a baboon playing within what should have been his reflection, in the child's mirror.
“And who are you?”
“I am Naraku…”
Hearing the name within the mirror, Taro sends a dark blast of energy at the person within. Only to have the little girl speak…
“Mirror…reflect…”
Pu lsing with light all of a sudden, the mirror takes in his energy much to his surprise. Searching through his mind rapidly at this new development, he yelps in surprise as his own power comes shooting out back at him….
Instead of hitting its mark, the power disperses as it approaches him, Kanna says nothing as the voice simply chuckles.
“We are full of surprises are we not young one? Not many can disperse their own attacks once Kanna has returned them.”
“What can I say I am stronger than I look…”
“As am I…” The voice said with such vehemence and hatred, that Taro actually felt a shiver of fear. Which to the young man was unusual for it is a sensation that he does not like…
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Elsewhere…
Soul catchers flying around her, Kikyo searches for something. Despite the circumstances her life…or should she say un-life has taken her, the former protector of the Shikon Jewel had become extremely sensitive to those with powers similar to hers. Was it due to all those years of protecting this powerful stone?
Or was it because she was once dead?
Quite frankly, she doesn't know, but she does care…
Especially now…
Those born with her kind of powers have always been born female. All Mikos have been and for close to a millennia it has been so. Their counterparts, the priests such as Miroku, who travels with her copy and Inuyasha, were born with a different kind of spiritual power. Their power was in words that they uttered or in spells that they wrote…for they were the ones who could seal demons away with Sutras…such was the way of things…
A Miko could do much of the same things, except for one important difference….
A Miko's power resided in the body and in the heart as a man's resided in the soul and the mind. Both were separate and unique and hence so were there weapons.
But now her curiosity is peaked…
She senses something different in the air… Her body thrums with it…
She can sense someone with a miko's power that has turned dark. Thinking it was one like Tsubaki her old enemy, she had turned. Intent on destroying it…but she then had a surprise…
It was indeed a dark miko energy she had felt, but her senses overwhelmed her with this one fact that her soul catchers imparted….
All though with a miko power…the soul for which it belonged to…was a male…and from their feelings…he also has the powers of a priest that are now stirring awake…