InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Humanity's Valor ❯ Development ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I think its been a while since ive um……even started writing a chapter. Well, today I finally got the inspiration to write. Don’t ask what it was cuz I don’t know lol. Kk, here it is!!!
Muse: oh, just MAYBE a while. Jeez I felt as if I was fired…..er something……
ME: ……oops. Sorry, I havent had a productive day since….summer. Today I had the awesome idea for adrawing though…..
Muse: Which came from ME.
ME: yeah. that’s cuz I own you. I created you. You are MINE, MUHAHAHAHHAAA>
Muse: Shut UP!!!! I hate it when you use that against me….
ME: hahaha
Muse: Do you know what that’s called?
ME: …..no……
Muse: Blackmail. Which, because of me, might be in this chapter. You’ll just have to read to find out though. (in the background ME: I ALWAYS GET THE LAST WORD, NO FAIIRRRR!!! *fades away and falls off into a deep ark abyss of nothingnessteristicstersssness.)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Takahashi sama’s characters. And I never shall.

Houshi- monk, priest
Sama- lord, lady
Chan- umm……I think this is just a formal name given to people that other’s respect
Oba- elder brother
Inu- dog
Kitsune- fox
Taijiya- demon-slayer
Youkii- a youkai‘s territorial marking (sp?)
Youkai- full demon
Hanyou- half demon
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“So, my little friend, what shall we eat next? This sweet, succulent looking human child? Or the tender horse?” a devilish looking demon asked a ravenous (and large) imp. The demon looked down at his companion, then switched his gaze to the child on the ground at his feet.

“The horse of course!! I call the dark meat!” replied the imp, drool spilling out of his mouth, as he ran towards the ‘rewards’ they had ‘collected’ from the village over yonder. The horse bucked wildly and ran around the post it was tied to.

The child in the small bundle of cloth was bawling like a banshee in the midst of summer. It was thirsty, the demon knew. He bent down to the baby, and slit his wrist. He gave it to the baby, which the suckled at the gurgling white blood and wrinkled skin. The imp looked up from his feasting and giggled to himself when he saw the sight. He glanced at the horse remains, and started drooling all over again. He went back to scraping the meat off of the rib bones. The demon with the baby slithered his tongue along the baby’s mouth, tasting his own blood, and purred. He moved his attention to the eyes that were turning a deep orange, his tongue spiked out and the eye popped out of its socket. The baby bawled twice as hard now, scrabbling at its eye.

“Oh, don’t torture it, Yukitani. That’s always been my job anyway!” the imp whimpered.

“Fine. But instead of rebirthing it….this eyeball was rather tasty, so I think I might eat the whole thing.” Yukitana replied.

“May I have a taste?”

“No, no unless you want to be rebirthed. Actually…you wouldn’t make a bad one…” Yukitani thoughtfully said. He rubbed his chin, as he thought of how good Heratutani would be as one of us.

Heratutani was an imp from an island somewhere to the east of Japan. It was an island he liked to call Hawaii. It was an island inhabited of imps. Imps of all sizes, not just the small ones like here in Japan. The island was part of a chain of islands. Some imps, born near the water, the beach, the forest, or the volcanoes, adapted to the environment around them. Heratutani just happened to be one born of , well, nothing. He was born on a merchant ship, his mother trapped in a cage the humans had caught her in, and died in his conception. Heratutani was tortured when he was born, and underfed. In his raising, He was forced to fight in cock fights. He repaid the hospitality of the merchants, the same way they did him in. So, naturally, Heratutani tortured what he ate, for example the horse. He ate the horse ALIVE.

Yukitani snickered to himself at the thought. What a great partner. With him tagging along and all, this was going to be fun.

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Kagome sat down next to Inuyasha on his tree limb. She thought to herself that it was nice, being able to think out loud and have no one hear her. She could ask question to Inuyasha, or Sango that she could never ask out loud. Perhaps they could answer, but Kagome just couldn’t bring herself to ask them.

A new development had appeared in Kagome’s structure; physically and mentally.

On her body, a tattoo was beginning to form along her right arm. The tattoo snaked up from her fingertips to her elbow, one twisting, sharp strand of black. It was foreboding, and Sango and Miroku had placed Wards on her skin, to prevent the formation. During times of fighting, when Kagome’s life was in danger, the Wards’ powers seemed to be seeping away from their controlled environments (which were twigs, headbands, papers, etc). And as the power was seeping away in these times, the tattoo on Kagome’s arm seemed to thicken and grow, and off of a glance, seemed to glow a deep red. But the glow disappeared and the tattoo seemed just as small as it had before when looked at intently. On her mental body, she began to develop new sights.

Except, they weren’t sights you perceive with your eyes. More with your mind. Kagome had begun to catch glimpses of people’s own mental bodies, their own thoughts. However, unbeknownst to them, she watched with sly intent. She didn’t know when it had happened, but she did not mind the telepathy one bit. It was a chance to read Inuyasha’s, Sango’s, Kirara’s, Miroku’s, and Shippo’s minds! Who wouldn’t pass up a chance to read their minds. Yes, she knew so much about them, but here was a chance to learn even more, and learn what they feel towards each other. It was a freaking chance in a lifetime, who wouldn’t take it?!

Kagome had noticed Sango’s mental body floating above her physical body, attached with a chain. It looked almost like a leash, holding back the mind from wandering off. If it was a leash, Kagome felt bad for Sango. For Sango did not let herself think to much, or dwell on facts. The chain was wrapped around the wrists, ankles, and throat of her mental body… Now, compared to Miroku, whose chains barely wrapped around his waist and fingers, she was a very stiff woman. But that was because Miroku was a monk, a spiritual man. He had to keep an open mind about everything, but constrict himself from the tainted and gleam of want. Except, he had a hard time containing himself… Sango was only trained in the knowledge/art of slaying demons, weapon making, skinning, and surviving. That required remembrance, not an open mind. Inuyasha…he was something different all together. He had three personas…. One, his hanyou body, another, his human body, and the other, his demon body. His human body and demon body both slept however. In times of vulnerability, Kagome noticed, his human body and demon body would waken, only half way however. His demon body strengthened his claws and speed, while his human body kept him as himself. It kept him sane. But only his hanyou and human bodies were chained to him, by the hearts. The demon body looked as if it was free to roam. But then again, it looked not even visible, hidden in chains.

Kagome had been in her mental body for about a week now. Her physical body was protected, but very open to attack, because she had no defense of her own. So the group had to cut down on their fighters to protect Kagome’s body. Out of 5, that meant that only 3 were allowed to fight.

She looked up at the moon, heavy in the sky. It was almost the end of the month. A beautiful white light shone over the land, and through the leaves of the tree, scattering the light upon Inuyasha’s sleeping form. The fire had almost died, and Kagome guessed it was a little bit past midnight. She checked her watch she had brought with her. It was 12:13 am. She grinned to herself; she’d gotten better at telling the time, thanks to her many days in the feudal era. She thought about how long she’d been with everyone here, how long they’d been fighting Naraku, how long they’ve searched Japan for the Jewel shards. Her smile faded into a contemplative frown. She wondered how much longer it would take to finally defeat Naraku and bring the Sacred Jewel together.

Kagome looked at Inuyasha, sleeping peacefully, his head resting against the trunk,. She asked him again, “What’s going to happen to you if-”

“Kagome.” he interrupted. His ears twitched and his eyes slid open slowly. They stayed only a slit. The gold in his pupils seemed to stare right through her, rooting her to that spot. He knew she was there, exactly where she was sitting. His mind’s bodies stirred in the air next to him. The moonlight through the trees made his eyes glow more than they generally did.

“Yes?” she asked, even though she knew he could not hear her.

His ears twitched again and he scratched his nose. “Why do you stay with me?”

“Because…I like being with you guys.”

“That’s not it and you know it.”

‘Did….did he just….did he just TALK BACK to me?!’ Kagome thought.

“Um, how can you hear me?!” she asked frantically. In her mind things were rushing in on her so fast, she had trouble gathering her thoughts and thinking straight. Had he heard what she’d been asking him every day?

“I don’t know. But I can hear you. And its good to know your still with us.”

Kagome knew this was one of those moments where he spoke what he felt, where he wouldn’t snap as much. What was he going to say though?

‘Turns out he doesn’t have anything else to say’ she thought as she glared at him. ‘Way to get my hopes up, jeez.’

She looked at her watch again. Twenty minutes had gone by since he said anything. His eyes were closed again, and his breathing soft. Was he really asleep? Kagome crawled up to him and looked closely at him.

“…Oi, wench can I have some room to BREATH!?” he snapped at her.

How the FUCK DID HE KNOW!!

“Oh, sorry, I was seeing of you were asleep! STOP biting my head off! Seems like you can‘t stop doing that even when you can‘t see me!” she yelled back.
“STOP SCREAMING!!!” he covered his ears and closed his eyes, trying out block out the sounds.

“NO. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed as loud and as long as she could. When she was done, she gulped for breath, as if she needed it.

“You BIIIITTTCCCHHH,” he swore as he fell out of the tree onto his head, hands still covering his ears. He toppled over and cried into the ground that that was worse than being sat.

“SIT.”

“AHHH, I take that back!” he cried drowsily into the ground again.

Miroku and Sango had jumped out of their sleeping bags and were ready for the attack, but saw Inuyasha lying on the ground, sighed and went back to their bags. Miroku stirred again, and poked at the fire. It started up again after a few minutes, and he threw some logs on the fire.

“Kagome, I swear, if you do something like that EVER-”

“INUYASHA, SHUT UP.” Sango yelled at him. She gave him a threatening glare that promised pain if he didn’t comply. He jumped back and leapt into his tree, hugging it to death. She could be really scary when she got angry.

Kagome was slowly floating to the ground, laughing so hard she had to wipe tears away from her eyes, holding her stomach.

Inuyasha looked down at where he heard the laughing and glared, still hugging the tree.

Miroku, however, was watching Kagome’s physical body. Her body flinched many times, as if seizing, but not quite. Her face was flinched also, but it looked like she was holding back bursts of laughter. “Inuyasha,” he said, still looking at her body, “what is Kagome doing right now?”

“She’s being a bitch, that’s what she’s doing!”

“Inuyasha!” Miroku said sharply.

“She’s laughing at me, okay!” he huffed and laid down on his branch.

“So, that’s what she’s doing…” he said aloud. Kagome has stopped flinching, but her face had a small, very slight smile on it. The tattoo on her arm seemed so shriveled and helpless in her happiness, he noticed. ‘How strange…I wonder what it means…’ he thought. He laid down again in his sleeping bad, put his hands behind his head, and wondered about it to the sky.

Shippo had barely raised his head during the whole episode. He was snoring quietly on Kagome’s backpack. Kirara stayed near her master, ready to pounce on whatever came her way, but dropped back down to the ground when she saw what had made all the sounds.

The woods around them had quieted drastically. There were no more chirping crickets, no grass blade rubbing against grass blade in the wind, no animal’s scurrying in the night.

There was still the moon, however. Its light still shone through the tree leaves, scattering the light once more on Inuyasha’s body.

She smiled at him.

Her thoughts would make him happy, if only he could see them like she could see his.

All was quiet still. The fire was going steady, and everyone was mostly sleeping soundly. Kagome laid down in her body and tried to sleep, even though she couldn’t use sleep in any way as she was right now. Inuyasha was staring into the moon, thinking about whatever he thought about at night when everyone else was sleeping. Personal thoughts. But Kagome could see them in his mental hanyou body. She needed to think by herself too, but she looked at his mind anyway. The hanyou body was thinking of her. And the well. And Sango and Miroku and the Jewel what’ll happen to them once everything is done. Tears went down his hanyou body as he pictured Kagome jumping down the well and coming back…

Kagome contemplated the matter herself. What would she do? If she stayed, she’d be with Inuyasha and the others. Shippo considered her his mother, Sango her sister, and Miroku….something. She giggled at that. But then again, she’d not be able to see her family, or her friends, or finish school. What about her little brother Souta, or her mom, or Yuki and Eri and Houjo? If she decided to stay, Inuyasha would obviously want her to stay with him, and destroy the well, him being his brash self and all. If she decided to go, it would break her heart to leave them all. Why couldn’t she live both lives, and not have it be so complicated?