InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Future Heart, Future Pain, Future Hope ❯ Chapter 53: Interlude ( Chapter 54 )

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

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Power of memories….Interlude

Inuyasha looks over to the sleeping feline, who rests comfortably in the slayer's lap. His own beloved miko, upon his, he and Sango share a look of worry. The two have not come out of their collapse for the last two days.

Looking back at it, nothing around them had worried him. Even Shippo, despite being from the future was surprised at what had happened. Both he and Inuyasha had rushed to Kagome's side and caught her, before she hit the ground. Miroku luckily was the same as Sango had been training with Kirara in the air.

When the fire cat fell…

Having caught Sango, the two had hurried to their friend's side, to check for any wounds, because not only had she shifted into her kitten form. She had landed hard on some rocks.

It was a pure miracle that Kirara wasn't hurt to bad or worse.

Having bandaged, the cat's wounds, Sango and Miroku were taking turns watching over her. Since he, and Shippo refused to leave Kagome's side, the miko slumbering fitfully in her mate's lap.

But that was two days ago…and at this moment things seem to have settled down.

As she rests, he looks up, immediately as a tail brushes against his arm.

“What is it kid?”

Looking down at his adoptive mother, and whimpering in what could only be distress, Inuyasha growls an instinctual reassurance, which comforts the Fox demon. “Feh! She's all right. She seems to be peaceful now.”

“Same with Kirara.” The Slayer murmurs. “She's quieted. Not moving as much…”

“That's good.” Miroku states quietly. His eyes focused on the fire that he stirs to keep their small camp warm. “What happened though? Didn't you sense anything Inuyasha?”

Growling now in frustration, the hanyou shakes his head in anger. “No I didn't Monk. That's the problem! I didn't sense anything!”

Understanding his friend's frustration, the Monk looks to the fox. “You?”

“No nothing Miroku…this is new to me as well.”

“Hmm…I see… I suppose it is a given. No matter how much this worries me.”

Staring at the monk in surprise at his statement, the two demons and slayer, look at one another in a mixture of fear and confusion. Usually stoic and steadfast, his belief never faltering, Miroku was the one person they knew they could count on for counsel in situations like this.

Despite the many times, that he has stated his fear or worry before, the Monk had never shown or even really admitted it to where even they believed it.

“Why are you worried Miroku?” Sango asks quietly. “This is unlike you, to be this…pensive.”

A comforting smile spreads across the monk's features. Although, something tells them it is forced, the others can not help but feel a little better at seeing a familiar sight. “TO be honest Sango, what bothers me is what Shippo just said.”

Confused, as they look towards the puzzled fox, it takes the hanyou to repeat what had been said. “It was that it was new to him…”

“You are right Inuyasha, for something new to be happening that even Shippo doesn't know about. We may not be able to count on his knowledge to aid us.”

“I haven't told you anything though.” Shippo states in befuddlement.

“Not in so many words Shippo, but you have. What bothers me is that what else now can we expect to change? Will we have to fight someone that we are not ready for earlier then expected?”

Understanding his words now, the others look down and equally frightened of the implications. If Miroku's theory is correct…are events in motion that will cause them to face something that they are not ready for?

Still it is forgotten, as both the miko and fire cat began to stir. Realizing his mate is coming to, Inuyasha gently, helps her lean against him. With all the times he and the others had gotten hurt, he was bound to pick up a few things as did the others. Sango was moving Kirara gently to the ground as the fire cat mewed her need to transform.

Having been with the feline all her life, Sango gestured for the others to move back. Understanding, the situation the others move back a few feet. It was a know fact, that if the neko did not change to her large form at least once a day....

That the fire burn when she did, would be quite large, and very hot.

Making a sound, that they had moved far enough away, the fire cat shifted. The bandages burning away as the heat of her demon came forth. The flames that were normally red turned a bright blue as the neko welcomed its searing touch.

Watching with interest, the others look to Kagome, who rests within Inuyasha's arms. The fox demon was next to the young couple. His need for reassurance evidence in his features, that the monk and slayer could faintly hear a song being sung.

Smiling softly as the fox rests his head in his younger mother's lap, the two returns to the feline who has finished and once again retains her larger form. A sigh of relief overcomes the neko, and is visible in her large eyes.

Now looking at her friend, and mistress, the feline gives a soft roar of reassurance and love. What happens next confuses everyone….

Although a little weak from her slumber, Kagome had managed to separate herself from her overprotective mate and adoptive son. Her brown eyes now flash with her power as she reaches for the neko demon with her hand. And when the hand meets the diamond shaped mark on the feline's head.

Rubbing the feline's fur, the cat pushes gently against the miko. Her little growls ones of reassurance, the miko collapsed against her much to the surprise of the others. Her words are strange, and considering what has happened, have made the small group alert and wary.

Finally after about 20 minutes, Kagome leans against the feline that has curled up beside her. Her hands gesturing for the others to come close, the miko from the future begins to speak.

“I do not know how, but do know this. What is happening is history trying to repeat itself.”

“What do you mean?” The Monk asked with a puzzled expression. His eyes are straying to the slayer as he asks. Her gaze mirroring his, out of instinct apparently he looks down to find their hands clutching one another. And much to his surprise, she is not hitting him for it either.

But that was something to ponder later….

“Right before I passed out Miroku, I heard a voice in my head. It told me there was something I must hear. Something that Kirara could confirm, once he gave her back something she had lost. And to give me something that was never mine….”

“What had Kirara lost?” Shippo asked, watching as his younger version of his father makes a growling sound of worry, that is quieted as his equally situated mother places a hand to his cheek.

“And what were you given?” Inuyasha growled. His eyes are swirling with a deep vibrant scarlet color. One that is warm while at the same time filled with anger.

“Memories…” Kagome whispered softly. “Her memories…”

Confused at her statement, thinking that somehow, she was referring to Kirara, the others look to the feline, who shakes her head no. It is but a moment later, when it finally dawns on Miroku, just whose memories that his miko friend was referring to. But wanting to make sure he looks to the feline for a question that since this has started…has plagued him…

“Kirara…tell me…was Myouga right about what he thought?”

“Miroku?” Sango asked inquisitively. Befuddled by his sudden change of subject, she is stunned speechless, for as if out of habit. He brings their joined hands to his lips to press them against the back of her hand.

“Do not worry Sango…you will understand in a moment.” The monk murmurs reassuringly. Her heart racing at this, the others watch and smile secretly, as Miroku turns to the neko once more. “Was Myouga right? Was that the reason we found you in her cave?”

Nodding her head only once is all it takes, before Miroku looks at his friend from the future with awe. “You have her memories…”

“Yes…I know what is happening now…I just don't know why….”

“Whose memories and what the FUCK is going on?” Shouts a hanyou, who is getting more agitated by the moment, his mate had something happen to her. It was something that he could not control, nor readily accept…at least, not without an explanation.

“It's Midoriko. Inuyasha…somehow…Kagome has received Midoriko's memories…” Miroku whispered as he looked at his friend. The seriousness of his words, convincing everyone…that their friend is now changed…

But was it for the better? Or the Worse?

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Elsewhere…

Nagisa looked down at the young man who was slumbering in her lap. Dark of hair and so much like his father, from the images hers had shown her. She wondered….

How could someone with even a little demonic blood, release that kind of power? Power that could be called nothing else, but Miko energy…. Despite her short life at this point in time, Nagisa had all the memories of 50 plus years in her mind. Even though they were not hers, they belonged to her creator, she could still access them.

To his knowledge, nothing like this has ever happened…the energy he had released was definitely miko. But earlier and under her sibling Kanna's observations, he had used priestly chants to defend himself.

Theoretically, a person could only have one and not the other…

It was quite puzzling….

Her father at this moment was in glee over not only the power Taro had released…but over something else. She could not gleam what at the moment…but via one of his messengers, she was to bring him to him as soon as possible.

Still something bothered her greatly…

When they had mated due to the heating cycle he had entered. She had felt strange for a second, something some kind of energy was trying to take possession of her. But it had disappeared….

Hadn't it?

Shaking off her thoughts, she looked down once again at the young man in her lap. With his head towards her belly, she could study him even further. At the corners of his eyes, were faint lines of pain…and as he slept, they crinkled and became more defined.

What was strange to Nagisa, is that as her hand came to brush aside his hair, he murmured something. Something pained and that even she feels despite her demonic origin…as she begins to cry.

Hurt…the hurt of a child.

Momma….Pappa…why didn't you come for me?