InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Humanity's Valor ❯ The Action ( Chapter 8 )

ME: I believe there’s no more use of a dictionary lol especially after eight chapters. So yea..

Muse: I need to get back to work. I’ve been inspired by the twilight series J (hint hint: new fanfic?? Only spoken for those who so love to read my work). On to the story!!

ME and Muse: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! *blows a thingy in your face, being as humanly obnoxious as possible*

It’s amazing how fast time goes. Right now its march 10.…not new years…

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Rumiko Takahashi’s, nor anything related to the malleus maleficarum (still don’t know if a should need one, a disclaimer I mean, for it)

BTW!!!! This part takes pace a little bit before they hear the thing outside the shack

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Many times Kagome had wondered who would be the one to bring her true happiness. She contemplated it often. She would never fall for Hojo in a million years, no matter how sweet he was to her. There really was no one else in her time. Then she came to this time, the Sengoku Period of Japan, and met Inuyasha. When she first met him, she thought he looked like a Greek god bound for eternity to nature. His hair, his clothes, but most of all his ears mesmerized her. Inuyasha was her first glimpse at demon power and her first demon acquaintance. But they fought so much, and that made it hard to read his face and decipher the things he said. And then there was the whole Kikyo situation thing. It confused her so much. Miroku was out of the question. Then Kouga came along. There was no way in hell she would ever have considered him. So, with the small exception of Inuyasha still claiming the uncertainty category, Kagome had no one to wonder about.

She had often dreamt of her perfect love, just as any other girl had. He would have been taller than her by a few inches, better than a Greek god kind of handsome, with dark brown hair streaked with ocher. His eyes would have been either a very dazzling shade of emerald green or equally dazzling gold butterscotch. His cheekbones would be prominent, and his smile would light up any cloudy day with his perfect white teeth. And his body would have been well sculpted, but scrawny all the same. And his kisses would send her to heaven, while even the slightest touch would drive her heart into a rapid frenzy of erratic beating. Entirely and completely human.

She examined her perfect love. As she pictured him now, he had changed until bits and pieces of him resembled pieces of Inuyasha. She knew this could not be right, but when she tried to imagine the original, it continued to escape to the back of her mind.

Daiki Sensei was still talking. And Kagome had been listening, but her thoughts still lingered for too long on the words he spoke, and continued to wander even further from the subject. She kept glancing at Inuyasha, to watch his reactions to the same words that had forced her thoughts to ponder their meaning. His posture was too tense. Which meant he understood what was going on.

A sudden urge to look out the window forced Kagome to do its will. She did. What she saw terrified her.

“Inuyasha….something is coming… and it’s not friendly!” She squeaked the last part to him.

His ears twitched, his body tensed, and his hand immediately shot to the hilt of Tetsusaiga. Kirara, Miroku and Sango followed his battle-ready actions, and tensed. Shippo, on the other hand, had heard nothing, and seen nothing. He sat as dully as he had been before, uninterested more than ever.

Daiki Sensei spoke as if nothing was the matter, “I have told you mainly of what you need to know. Hold your peace, and live with dignity.”

With that, Daiki Sensei vanished, leaving wisps of smoke trailing towards the heavens and sprouting their own branches of smoke.

Sango was the only being within the group that knew what had happened. The others stared at the spot where Fuzenakki Daiki had once sat, wonder and horror each mirroring their faces.

Sango hissed at them to get their attention back on the production at hand.

A low, sinister cackle jeered at them beyond the walls of the miniature house. What sounded like nails running across a chalkboard rang through the shack.

Inuyasha tried to leap towards the sounds, but Kagome caught him before he could move an inch. The ethereal warmth on his arm and back told him she was forcing him to get back down. He knew not to move against her will, because at the moment she knew more than he did. Otherwise, she would not have stopped him from moving.

Kagome could see exactly who the taunters were. A large imp sat a few yards away from the house, grinding his sharp canines together and running his needle-thin claws along the rocks at his feet. His mind’s body sat aloof in the air next to him, and it held no resemblance whatsoever to the imp she saw. It was purple, enormous, and deformed. Kagome could see muscles that were not supposed to be where they were in spots that were too small to fit them, and too many bones for a normal skeleton. It had long, scraggly-haired ears, and very, very small black slits for eyes. It slouched over, but was still well over the height of a man. Its spine threatened to burst out of its skin, and its still-needle-thin claws were long enough to drag on the ground as it floated above its physical body. Its feet were the size of a woman’s thigh that clearly contrasted with its toothpick-like chest.

Kagome shuddered at the beastly demon. She was amazed at how disproportionate it was and how it just didn’t burst at the seams from being so.

The imp’s fellow taunter was a tall, devilish looking fellow. He glared at his fingernails, his hand crossing over his chest to support his elbow. He seemed elegant and seductive, yet in the same way overpowering and malevolent. He was a siren. His green-blue hair was cropped to his neck, and the clothes he wore were fresh and spotless. There was nothing too peculiar about this demon. His mental form was an exact replica of his physical body, save one thing being different…around his mental form was an aura of seeable, tangible, pure evil.

Kagome shrunk back further into the hut. She felt she needed to get as far away from these demons as possible, partially because she felt she knew them from somewhere, somehow. But she stayed, and she told Inuyasha what awaited them.

“Herutatani, do you smell that?” the siren asked the imp.

“Yes, Yukitani, I do. It smells deliciouusssss,” the imp named Herutatani hissed as he licked his shiny yellow canines.

As he was speaking, he moved closer to the hut, and everyone could hear his slight shuffling.

Inuyasha bristled by Kagome’s side and tried to contain the snarl that threatened to rip from his lips.

“Herutatani, I think it’s time to gather our rewards.” Inuyasha could hear the smirk in the siren’s words.

“Yeeesssss!”

Suddenly, the roof flew into the sky. Shippo jumped up, and watched in horror as it caught a draft and was carried away, piece by minuscule piece. He saw a pair of gleaming black eyes shrouded in darkness, staring at the group.

Inuyasha couldn’t hold himself back, couldn’t let Kagome hold him back anymore. He jumped into the air, and swung Tetsusaiga at the black eyes. Two claws stopped it in its tracks. The imp stepped out of shadow, to the edge of where the roof was ripped out, sliding his needle-thin claws down the lip of the blade, towards Inuyasha.

Inuyasha stiffened as he watched the imp stop the blade using only two fingernails with such ease. He watched the imp glide them down his blade. He continued to watch, frozen. No one had ever stopped his blade like that before. Not Naraku, not Hakudoshi, not even Sesshomaru.

The claws stopped at the hilt. The imp, however, started to move. Inuyasha was still too shocked to even notice.

“InuYASHA!” Kagome screamed at him in horror. Why wasn’t he moving!? Why wasn’t he fighting!?

A slight tingle in Inuyasha’s nose unfroze his body, and hearing her voice scream his name unfroze his mind. He blinked, and retreated blindingly fast onto the other side of the house.

“Herutatani, keep the half-breed busy.” The siren said, not waiting for an answer. Apparently, he had done his homework. He casually walked into the hut, using the doorway, surprisingly. Sango stood ready to defend her friends, while Kirara transformed at her side, hissing, and Miroku had his hand at the ready.

“Yukitani.”

The voice came out of nowhere, it surprised everyone. Shippo, as he stood next to Kagome’s body, jumped in surprise and turned around.

Kagome spoke. That one word had been so clear and strong; the group thought her mind, body, and soul were one again.

But it was not so. She laid still once more, her engraved with a look of pure hatred.

Yukitani watched with mild interest at the group and their reactions. But he turned to Kagome’s mind, the one no one else could see. He spoke to her as if he could see her, hear her, and even touch her.

“Ah, how does one such as you know who I am?”

Kagome’s fists were clenched, and she guessed her hands would have been bleeding if she were physically performing the action. Her face was contorted with rage, and when she had spoken his name, malice dripped from every syllable.

“School,” she spat through her gritted teeth.

“I see. Hmm…how very strange you appear. Your nothing but a human, yet you have three forms. How did this happen, I wonder,” he grinned at the thought. Yukitani loved to think, read, and write. He had been a philosopher before he was assigned to be an averter.

His grin turned iniquitous, “Would you care very much…if I stole you and studied you?”

Kagome shivered. He wanted her as a test subject, a guinea pig.

“You’ll never lay a hand on her!” Miroku cried. He grabbed his staff from behind him, and struck the siren. At least, he struck the air where the siren had been.

Yukitani appeared behind him, next to Sango. She flicked her blade at him, but he was even faster. He punched her in the stomach, and she collapsed onto the floor, holding her stomach and gasping for air. He turned to Miroku’s back, and flung his arms out to him.

Kagome, moving as fast as she could (which was very fast because she was pretty much a ghost), stopped Yukitani from attacking Miroku. Her mental body flowed into his, connecting in ways they were alike, and purifying the parts that were different. Yukitani screamed. This was a very new experience for him. He at first repelled the mutual existence. But soon, she was melded to him, and he began to accept it. He felt light, and just…pure. His arms dropped and his eyes closed.

Miroku turned around in time to see what had happened, while Kagome‘s physical body began to scream at the incongruous contact.

“Miroku, go help Inuyasha!” Kagome ordered through Yukitani’s physical body.

He blinked. Then, he nodded and ran out the door.

All of this had only taken about a minute.

Kagome felt herself being accepted into Yukitani’s being. She felt disgusted at the thought of being one with this kind of demon. Especially this demon. She tore her connections from his, and leaped out of his mental body, pushing him aside.

As she left his mind, a shock of electricity shot between them, disappearing as suddenly as it had appeared.

Shippo, cringing against the wall with tears streaming down his face, cried out in horror at the image before him. Sango lay on the floor, still cradling her stomach, and gasped alongside Shippo at the sight.

Inuyasha, fighting Herutatani outside the hut, heard the screaming. Kagome. He immediately drew together a Wind Scar. It scorched its way towards Herutatani, who stood wonderingly in the path of the winds. As Herutatani stood transfixed in the middle of Wind Scar’s path, Inuyasha ran towards the hut, only to be stopped by Miroku. “No, Inuyasha, Kagome said to fight the imp. Stay out of the hut!” Inuyasha growled and pushed past Miroku. “Wait Inuyasha!”

He did not wait.

Inuyasha jumped over the wall in his way, and saw the shock of electricity course through the air between the siren and…Kagome. It could be no one else other than her, he thought, it has to be her!

Yukitani still stood motionless, staring into space. He seemed shell-shocked.

Kirara would have attacked him right then. It was the perfect time. But if she failed, then no one would be there to protect Sango, Shippo or Kagome. So, she knelt down and curled around her friend.

Inuyasha ran towards Kagome’s mental body, though he could not see it. His arms floundered in the air and on the floor, searching for the familiar warmth he felt when she touched him.

“Kagome. Kagome! Where are you?!” He screamed.

“In-Inuyasha…”

It wasn’t Kagome. It was Sango.

Inuyasha had barely noticed her. He had barely noticed anyone but the electric stream between Yukitani and space. Sango was trying to sit up. She must have had quite a few broken ribs if she was not able to stand up at all. She hissed at the contact as Inuyasha stopped his fruitless searching and pulled her to her feet none too gently.

He still tightly gripped her arm as he growled at her, “Where’s Kagome?”

It was a stupid thing to ask, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help it that humans were weak. He couldn’t help it that their senses were so dull that they couldn’t catch a fly if it was buzzing around their head. He couldn’t help that Kagome was not whole again yet. He could not help his feeling of vulnerability, because he couldn’t find her. And he couldn’t help that he felt broken as such a human emotion rampaged through him.

He almost threw Sango down as she stared at him, dumbfounded at his hostility, making Kirara hiss at him.

Yukitani put his hand up to his head and jiggled it a bit, shaking off the feeling of anxiety that had crept upon him after the separation.

“Strange…I will need to exam such an interaction…very soon,” he said to the sky. “Herutatani! Enough playing, it’s time to leave.”

Herutatani popped up on the edge of the roof again, and whined, “But…but…but!”

“No. We shall depart now,” Yukitani enforced his demand. He jumped up to join the imp, and with a backward glance to somewhere on the floor, Yukitani took off into the night, Herutatani, who was still grumbling, following closely.

Shippo trembled his way out of the corner where he had hidden, and mumbled, “M-Mi-Miroku…wher…?” He was inquiring to where Miroku was, Sango realized.

She cried out as loud as she could, without straining her ribcage too badly, for him.

Minutes later, he stumbled through the doorway. His hair was matted with blood, while it freely streamed down his neck and cheeks. He was leaning on his staff a little too much…a broken ankle or foot, Sango guessed.

“Kirara, don’t worry about me, go help him, please!” she pleaded. She did not like the way he looked.

Kirara hesitated next to her friend, but got back up on her feet and padded over to Miroku, who leaning on her gratefully. She pulled him over to the bed, and he collapsed on it next to Kagome’s body. Kirara turned back to Sango, who had stayed standing thankfully, and brought her over to Miroku and Kagome‘s physical body.

“Miroku, are you okay?” Inuyasha asked from his spot on the floor. He had been trying to sniff out Kagome while all this happened, but all he could smell was Yukitani’s sweet stench, overpowering her smell. Every once in a while he would get a whiff of her, but then it disappeared.

Inuyasha didn’t receive an answer; Miroku was passed out on the bed.

“Inuyasha…”

His ears perked. That was Kagome.

“Where are you?!” he yelled.

“Ahck, please, don’t yell. I’m here.” she waited for him to move, but he didn’t. “To your left,” he moved left, but not far enough. “A little more, you dope,” she even had enough energy to giggle at him. It was a funny picture, him on the floor as he was: knees and hands spread wide apart on the floor, kneeling, head stretched way out, nose pointed up, ears pointing in all directions.

He reached that familiar warmth he was looking for, and he reached to cradle the warmth.

“Kagome,” he looked at where her eyes would be, “what the hell happened to you.”

A/N: Im really sorry to have kept you all waiting, I hope youre still with me. so I know I take a long time with these chapters, and who knows how many times I’m gonna repeat myself, but im sorry. And, im not very good with action scenes, but I try my best. It didn’t really get to actiony this time, and the encounter was short, but it’ll be much longer next time, promise.