InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Future Heart, Future Pain, Future Hope ❯ Chapter 30 ( Chapter 31 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Time to continue on with the story...I hope you all like it

Oh and it seems I had the impact I wanted with the last chapter. I left you all with lots of questions. Which was the plan! YES I had worked on that one and these next few ones to make you think, these last couple of months.

I hope to answer some of those questions with the next few chapters...but just keep in mind this does all play a role. These chapters in particular are quite crucial, I can't tell you why, without ruining it. The only thing I can tell you is read between the lines....because there are subtle hints hidden in each chapter. These I am doing now called the Heaven's Light chapters especially.

I still don't own squat...

Heaven's Light Part 2

Having traveled towards the western lands for the last couple of days, his mind fixated on finding the reason behind the rumors. Kouga pauses in mid thought. His mind entirely distracted by the scent of one from the east upon the winds.

Sniffing the air, he puts his trip to the western lands on hold. Instead he turns around, to focus on finding that scent. The one of the sky...

Sky is the east, the moon is the west, the stars is the south and the sun is the north....

The four parts of the heavens and its scents determine the leaders of the strongest tribes amongst all the demons.

In the West it was the moon as it was at night. Strong and cool like the being that hung in the sky, it was what many saw as they slept and it was what protected them at night. The howls driving away, the creatures that hunt, as well as being their guiding light in the darkness.

In the South it was the stars. Beautiful and bright like their sister moon, these were the guiding lights among humans and demons alike. It was from the stars, that they sought advice of the spirit. Through the stars, many a being would gain confidence and hope as well as imagination....

In the East it was the scent of the sky, and the eagles who ruled were indeed very strong. Their seers were among the most renowned, most powerful ever. They saw and knew all that transpired in the land, whether it be past, the present, or the future.

And finally, there was himself...the Prince of the Black Wolf tribe in the North. His scent was of the wind because of his power from the shards in his legs, but if one was to detect just underneath. You would detect the strong scent of the sun. Like the moon, the sun lent its glowing brightness to guide people in their waking hours. Giving warmth and life to the ground that fed and protected the earth.

It was one of the primary reasons and facts into the reasons why his tribe were more traditional then the others. They used everything that nature could give them. When they hunted all parts of the dead were used....

And the parts that weren't were given back to the land, to restore the life within. It was to them, an instinctual nature....

So having seen the destructive ways of the humans, of course he had been reluctant at first. As well as more or less interested in killing them...to protect it. But seeing how these silk farmers and their family, treated his land with delicacy and respect and having experienced the wisdom of the Mutt face's human friends.

It allowed him to think and succeed in doing things no other Wolf Prince has done before.

So sniffing the air to be sure of the direction, he begins to run. His mind first on protecting his tribesmen, although something about the scent and its calmness does not raise his fur on end. Instead it is calling him of sorts.

It isn't a typical either, his instincts just seem to need to go that way and follow that path that are telling him. Forming the tunnel of wind around himself, he begins to run...the sun shining brightly over his trail....

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Elsewhere....

Having set up himself up for the night. Taro was confused and angry about the memories and dreams plaguing his every living moment now. The incident with the barrier was only three days ago. But since then, more changes have started to become noticeable.

Where once there was nothing upon his features. What could only be the faint markings of a tattoo of some sort had begun to appear upon his forehead.

How was this possible? He is not demon enough to possess such a tattoo as it normally shows up at birth, and yet here was one showing up on his skin. Even stranger, other marks had begun to appear on his body as well.

For a total of four in all....one upon his forehead. Two at his wrists and the remaining one upon his chest.

They were faint right now. But he can feel them growing stronger with each passing moment. They were even pulsing. It was intriguing and at the same time puzzling to him.

She had to have done something to him with her arrow. That damn miko who was the younger version of the one he killed. Something in her arrow did something to him.

Howling with intense rage, his screams and emotions blanking him out to everything else. He does not hear the voices surrounding him. The birds flying in agitation. The animals answering his pain with a mournful cry. And the sky, the once clear sky darkening with clouds.

Power was erupting from him and he did not notice....

Struggling almost to merge, as the four marks upon his body flare up visible and bright. They fade back again as he passes out all of a sudden. Quickly and without a sound....

:It is not yet time young one...but soon.: The being stated quietly. :You are not fully healed yet for it to be released....as you are now you would simply be like her. The one who came before you...:

Taking pity on the unconscious youth, the being places a spell around him. Blanking out all nightmares and all dreams for one restful night.

Disappearing the being simply known as Fate, goes to his work once more. Pulling the strings of life together, to form an intricate tapestry. Upon its face, is the story of life and history of all things that have come to pass, underneath his nimble fingers.

A picture has always been worth a thousand words...but if one was to see it now. It would be worth a thousand memories. A thousand tears....

Pain from loss of something precious is etched in the figure of a woman trapped with hundreds in a cave.....the markings upon her features are intricate in one image. She was the only one to have ever stood up to him and he can't help but smile at her picture fondly.

:Priestess...lets see if young Taro can do what you could not. For if he does succeed then he and no one else will be the only one to truly set you free....:

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Now I gave a really crucial hint as to what is happening to Taro. This is one of the key factors in the story....the only thing I have to say is read between the lines. Because it might clear up a lot of things for some of you who have questions. It will be further discussed later on in the story now, but next I promise more Inuyasha and the others for a little bit...