InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Humanity's Valor ❯ How... ( Chapter 5 )

Yeah…so…its been about two months, three months since I last put up a chapter. But that’s not my fault!! My computer had to be taken in for fixing, cuz, according to some people, I BROKE IT. So I guess it is my fault, but only if I accept the blame *smirk*. But yeah, almost all the files were deleted off the computer, so I lost like half a chapter I had been typing up for this story, and a new fanfic based on my life lol. Which happens to be quite interesting to an outsider, ive been told. Ok….I spose I should let me muse talk.

Muse: oh don’t worry about me, ive been putting my skills to use on my research paper, rmember? And arguing with…people…about creationism vs. evolutionism, abortion, genetic engineering, the president, the war in Iraq, government vs. religion, etc. all the fun new debates. Oh yeah, and had my surgery on my knee to get my fuckin ACL replaced with an allograft, so yea I had recupe since my last chapter.

ME: yeah Ive been sitting around letting her do all the work. Lol.

Muse: lazy bum….

ME: ON with the story!!!!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Takahashi sama’s characters. And I never shall. And I don’t own anything in Hot Wheels.

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
Fuzenakki- imperfect, sinful, evil demon

Daiki- noble, valiant, great

Omoi- mind, heavy, thought, massive
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“Ahh, what a nice day. I wish we could stay here for a couple more days.” Sango announced.

The group had been traveling for a couple days now, and they had stopped and spent the night at a lake. It was a beautiful spot. The lake was clear and cleansing, warm and sandy. The sun had shined throughout the whole day, bathing the camp in its warmth. Sango had used the time she had to clean and mend Hiraikotsu, soak in the water in one of Kagome’s swimsuits she found in the backpack, and soap up Kirara so that she didn’t stink so much. Miroku tried to join her in the water, but she slapped him back out. He had to wait until his face wasn’t swelled to the point where he couldn’t see to get into the water, which, to Sango’s delight, was plenty of time for her to do the things she needed to do. After he was done in the lake, he started to polish his staff. He even washed his clothes! Inuyasha, on the other hand, patrolled the area constantly, killing all demons that he came across. By the time dusk came, Inuyasha was full of blood and guts, and the stench overflowing everyone’s nostrils was so overwhelming that they had to ask Kagome to sit him, and they dragged him into the river. They figured he had no choice then, to wash his clothes and body off. They were right. Although, Kagome did have to persuade him to do it, and the others had no idea she had to coax him.

Inuyasha was in the water, sitting down while Sango scrubbed his hair with Kagome’s shampoo and conditioner.

“Sango, that shit stinks!! I can barely breath!” Inuyasha whined as he wiped soap from his eyes and mouth.

“Well, it’s not my fault you have a supersensitive nose, is it?” she smartly replied.

“Keh…”

Sango chuckled and told him, “Okay, I’m done scrubbing. Dip your head into the water and wash it out. And I hope, Inuyasha, that you can wash you body yourself, without having to ask me for help?”

“Shut up! Of course I can!” Inuyasha growled at her.

Inuyasha ducked under and scrubbed out all the soap. He stood back up and shook his wet body. Behind him, Sango and Miroku were laughing so hard they fell to the ground. Inuyasha growled, and mumbled something at Kagome’s body.

She had to told him to put on the swim trunks in her backpack, and he did, because Sango had stripped him of his clothes and dignity when she threatened to have Kagome sit him. So he hid behind a tree, undressed, and threw his clothes at Sango. Kagome, all the while, was floating above the tree, blushing furiously at his naked form. She peeked some of the time, but was too embarrassed to do anything more. Sango then had thrown him the backpack, and, as he dug in there for the shorts, he tossed out the familiar bottles that smelled so much of Kagome.

The swim trunks? He eventually found those. Finding the tag, which had ‘Souta’ written on it, he put them on…only to find out that they were SUPER short, like they barely even went past his mid thigh. To make it worse, they had little Hot Wheels trucks on them with flames all over. He groaned and cursed at Kagome, but he moved from behind the tree anyway because Sango refused to give him back even his hakama. AND they were on backwards, though he did not know this.

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“KAGGOOMMEEEEE!” Souta yelled to the ceiling as he searched frantically for his swim trunks. He was supposed to go to the beach today!!

“Mom!! Kagome took my swim trunks with her!!” he cried to Mrs. Higurashi.

“Souta, I thought we bought you another pair?”

“That was the new pair. The old pair got ripped when she brought them over for that Shippo kid to wear, and since he has a tail, she had to cut a hole in them!!”

“Oh, im so sorry Souta. Here, you can use your father’s old boxers.”

“Moooooooommm!!! I cant wear those!”

“Why not, dear?”

“They have a hole in the front!”

“Oh, Souta, that is supposed to be there,” she chuckled.

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Miroku threw the body wash to Inuyasha. As the bottle was flying towards him, Inuyasha stepped forward, as the pass was short, and when he caught it, he fell forward, the bottle slipped out of his grip, hit the water and bobbed back into his face.

Miroku, who had watched the affair go on with mild interest, stalked off into the woods. He needed to think about some things.

Many a time he had walked through the woods as he did now, but never before had he been so acutely aware of the facts that surrounded him in his hypothesizing. He did not notice the beauty of the aged trees. He did not notice the small, trickling stream he walked across. He did not notice the birds, animals, and all other life that were busy with their happy lives.

He did notice, however, the questions floating above and around his head, the facts surrounding Kagome’s heart and soul, the uncertainty engulfing why she was separated, and how to get her back in her body.

He sat down in the crook of some tree roots, closed his eyes, and thought.

Kagome’s body was still obviously connected with her mind. And if her body was connected with her mind, then obviously they could be put back together.

That’s the general idea.

But that’s also the problem.

It’s not as easy as it seems. It’s not like making mud with water and dirt. This is a mind pulled out of its body. The complications are way more…complicated. The mind is out of the body, the soul is there in the body, but it can’t act on it’s own. But, before, when Kagome’s mind told Inuyasha to sit, the body’s lips moved. And when Kagome’s mind was laughing when Inuyasha fell out of the tree, her body had shook, just slightly. Why wasn’t this simpler? Miroku knew that there were things missing from the equation. But where were the complications? What would happen if the were forced together?

Suddenly, Sango sat down next to him.

“Your thinking about Kagome, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“Well, so far…nothing.”

“Hmm…” Sango sighed. “Miroku, how old is the curse? Its obviously a dangerous one…but if its an ancient one, then its destined to be powerful.”

“This is true, but only for those few curses and spells that were created by great monks and priestesses who had sacrificed their lives for knowledge of the dark magics. These curses and spells would be bound to an object, their power sealed off and hindered. Throughout time, then, there is only two options for that power. Either it grows in time, from the minorital use, or it weakens, for the same reason. At times, the curse would slowly find weak points in the object it was sealed into or onto, and seep away its power, until the curse had more power than the sealer and would break away.”

“Miroku, how old is the curse!”

“I hate to admit it, but…I don’t know.”

“Ugh!” Sango grabbed her head and shook it. None of this made sense to her.

When Sango was little, her father had told her three things she must study: technique, weapon smithing, and spells.

Sango had done more than enough studying of technique and smithing, but she barely even touched the scrolls. She looked at them many times, sometimes skimmed over them, but that’s the most she’d ever done. When her father had tested her on all her skills, to pass the test allowing her into the Demon Hunters group. She had failed the first time, only because she had not read the scrolls. The second time was not much better, but she had passed. The scrolls were so confusing! They used big words, used for intelligent people to read. Yes, Sango was smart, but not book smart. She was street smart. And Sango knew this. Suddenly, Sango remembered something her father had told her about the scrolls…and their maker.

“Miroku…”

“Yes?”

“I think I know someone who can help us.”

“Who?”

“He was the village scribe. He was very wise, and very intelligent. He wrote all the scrolls in our library! He knew all the spells, powerful, old, new, effective, all of them. He may be able to help us.”

“Sango, are you positive he is still alive?”

“Oh yes. He is, in fact, a half demon. He has learned a lot throughout his years, and I am sure he has even a small awareness of this curse. He’s got to.”

“And his name?”

“Fuzenakki Daiki. He’s an omoi hanyou. A half demon that knows how to access every part of his brain. A mindful demon. Kagome told me that humans only can use 10% of their brains, and as they grow older, they use their brains less. Daiki-sensei taught us how to access our sixth sense, and use the others more accurately. He taught us anything we thought we could use to our advantage, and because he had so much knowledge of spells and curses, he became our scribe.”

“Yes, we should go find him immediately.” Miroku grabbed her hand, and kissed it.

Surprisingly, Sango let him do it. Probably because no one was around.

She blushed and looked the other way, pulling her hand away slowly, but fast enough the kiss wouldn’t be very long. No where near two seconds!

“Now, to tell Inuyasha…” Miroku huffed.

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A/N: im so sorry this isn’t as long as the last one. It felt so forced until the end…..and I think I might have to revise the story, the beginning doesn’t seem to be to interesting for people to get hooked….