InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Future Heart, Future Pain, Future Hope ❯ Chapter 37 ( Chapter 38 )

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

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Visions and answers....Part 2

As a demoness, digested some new found information courtesy of the Wolf Prince. A certain hanyou was starting to come around. His gold eyes opening slowly, it is just in time for him to see the aura of energy shoot into the sky.

Watching it, the hanyou near doubles over in pain despite his position on the ground. The others hearing his cry, run towards him, expressions full of worry as only seconds later.

Kagome and Shippo are screaming as well....

Miroku, luckily started putting two and two together and pulled out his sutras as Sango started feeling an intense pressure upon her senses. Being the priest that he was, he figured out what was happening, and hastened to form a barrier around their encampment.

Never in his life, had he moved that fast. Setting sutras upon, the ground, trees anything that they would stick to, he worked his priestly arts quicker then he ever thought possible. Already he can feel an intense and painful pressure building in the back of his mind. One that if he doesn't hurry soon will send him into agonizing fits of pain.

But as the barrier rises up from the sutras he placed in a concentric circle, the pressure begins to recede. Although slowly, it becomes a dull ache instead of a jabbing needle...

As his mind starts to clear, he watches how Sango, starts to come around. Shaking her head and making a wincing sound, at the sudden movement, he can tell she is all right. The fact that they weren't in a direct or familial bond to the hanyou, was perhaps the only thing that saved them from what their friends were experiencing.

So as the barrier begins to pulse with priestly energy, they both watch as the hanyou struggles with a now unconscious miko who collapsed against him. And a Kitsune, who tries to clear his head of wooziness as a result from that agonizing touch.

“What just happened?” Sango whimpers out. Her head throbbing still, she looks to the monk, because out of all in the group. He seemed to be the most clear headed....

Holding up his hand, he studies the others. Kagome was in obvious pain, but cradled by a hanyou who was making soothing growls to ease it away. It was helping to relax to miko, to allowing her some time to get her senses together. The Fox was shaking its head as if to clear it, of dust for lack of a better term.

“You all okay?”

“I'm good Miroku.” Shippo muttered. “I never wanna feel THAT again.”

“Inuyasha....Kagome?”

As the hanyou growls, soothingly and with a deliberate precision, because despite his own pain.

His mate comes first.

Kagome lies whimpering in his lap, her head feeling like a jackhammer is going at full power. Realizing that until the pain leaves the miko's soul, he turns to the others and nods his head to go on without them.

Accepting the knowledge in the hanyou's eyes as they flicker red with worry, the monk turns to his companions and begins to speak.

“I believe that bond we discussed earlier flared up again.”

Gazing at Shippo, who reluctantly nods his head to confirm the monk's words. The Slayer sighs in sadness.

“Who were you feeling Shippo? Your screams was almost as bad as theirs.”

“Taro...” The Kitsune replied reluctantly. His words so soft, that the slayer and monk could barely hear, and yet the hanyou looks up rapidly and with such emotion. That the miko moans softly at the disturbance to their bond...

“So much rage....so much pain...resentment and sadness. How could this be Miroku? Taro isn't even born yet in this time, and Inuyasha is just now coming into his demon potential.....” Sango states softly. The memories of those moments and emotions rolling through her very soul haunting her.

“I don't know Sango. But I think his soul is reaching out to them. His soul is instinctively reaching out to the ones who are his family.”

“How can that be? He doesn't believe that we are....” Shippo states with sadness.

“Maybe a part of him does Shippo. Although its very small, maybe a part of him does. Don't you remember Kohaku and what happened that one time when he tried to kill Kagome?”

As the others contemplate his words, the memory surrounds them, almost like a forgotten dream. But for Sango it is the strongest...

Forgive me Kohaku, I won't let you die alone....

SANGO NO!

Inuyasha don't stop me! I have to! I have to, for Kagome...

Kagome's alive Sango! Kohaku couldn't do it!

What?

He couldn't do it Sango! Despite all that Naraku did to him, Kohaku couldn't do it! A part of him is still in there! We can get him back!

“I remember...” Sango murmured. “I remembered what Inuyasha said. That despite everything Naraku had done to him, part of Kohaku's soul was still free and that he was fighting that monster's control. You think....”

“That maybe somehow a part of Taro's soul recognizes Inuyasha and Kagome for who they are?”

“Yes....”

Nodding his head, Shippo seems almost hopeful at the monk's theory. But that's when reality strikes him hard.

“Those emotions that Taro transmitted....you don't think.”

“That it was unintentionally and subconsciously directed at them Shippo. Yes I do...” The monk replied quietly. “To realize that your parents had been alive after going through something of what Taro had survived. Wouldn't you feel pain, and anger...as well as resentment?”

Saying nothing, the fox looks away. Making a mournful sound of sadness, he hears a woof of concern from the younger version of his adoptive father. Looking down at the hanyou, who cradles his mate as she sleeps, the fox can't help but respond with a pained sigh.

An understanding growl of comfort emanates from the hanyou's chest and the fox goes to his knees in tears in response. Bowing his head and beginning to cry, Inuyasha reaches out with a clawed hand and ruffles the fox's hair in a way of fatherly love.

As he does this Miroku is startled, because despite everything, superimposed over the bodies of his dearest friends, he says ghostlike images for a single moment.

What could only be an image of an older Inuyasha appeared. Silvery hair pulled back from his face, a beard trimmed and kept down close to his face alluding to a nobility that lies proudly within those amber eyes. The fire rat seems richer in its color, and it almost seemed to radiate with the power that rolled off Inuyasha in waves.

Despite her slumber, Kagome looked older as well. Already he can tell her body was more curved, despite her position. And that her hair was not only considerably longer, but in intricate braids, from which ribbons were intertwined, Instead of her school uniform she wore a kimono of purest white, and it made her seem ethereal...almost like an angel.

He was startled though because in that moment, the older image of Kagome opened her dark eyes. And as they flashed pink a second later....

The image disappeared...

But not before, something else that unknown to the small group of companions flew away. Buzzing quietly as it went off to report to its master....

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There is a Part 3...