InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Inuyasha Diaries ❯ Chapter 2

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Due to a discussion during work one day, the allure of alliteration made an appearance in this chapter. The question at the time was whether it could only be used to provide enhancement to poetry, or if it could be sustained in a story. This was my answer.


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Okay, so maybe it took him a little while to get things straight in his mind, but eventually he could get it all to work out right. So why did she feel the need to make him rehash it all in this damn diary? Why did she insist that writing it down would make him see things any differently? Especially when anyone could see that he’d done nothing wrong, if they would just look at it from his angle.


He had heard Kagome telling Shippou that he couldn’t have anymore of that candy that she was always bringing back from her time. But he knew that if the kitsune kept whining and asking, she would eventually give in. He knew, and Shippou knew, also, that Kagome had no strength when it came to the kit’s pleading.


He simply decided to be strong for her. So when Kagome was distracted, explaining why too much candy at one time was not good for a body, he employed every bit of stealth and speed he could to remove the bag of candy from it’s hiding place in her big, yellow pack.


He really did intend to take it into the woods and burry it, but his curiosity had always been an important part of who he was. He only wanted to find out what it was about the stuff that made Shippou so determined to always have more. He decided to check out just one piece. They weren’t very big, and they weren’t even alive, so how could it hurt?


Keh!

Of all the decisions he’d made in his life this was one he really wished he could go back to, and decide differently. How was he supposed to know so much trouble could come from trying to be strong for his Kagome?


For some reason, the paper it was wrapped in didn’t want to cooperate. It seemed to be stuck to itself, as much as it was stuck to the candy within. Maybe he should have looked at it as a sign from the gods that he wasn’t meant to continue in this particular endeavor. But always having been valiant in his undertakings, he could not give up. He fought the good fight against the paper, and in the end he was victorious, as always. The only problem was that once he finally gave in and used his claws to shred the wrapping to pieces, the pieces would not release his claws from their sticky grasp.


No amount of shaking or waving of his hands could persuade the tiny tormentors to leave his digits with dignity. How could he convince the others of his leadership abilities, if he was forced to live the rest of his life with bits of brightly colored yellow confetti stuck to his fingers? No matter what he tried, they retained their tiny, tenacious grip.


Finally, in his desperation, he plunged his hands in a nearby stream. The fast flowing water gradually loosened the offending papers, and he smirked in victory as he watched the disgusting detritus float downstream. There was no way he was going to lose the battle to such an insipid opponent. His smirk quickly faded, though, as he pulled his hands out of the water and realized he’d lost the candy, also.


What the hell?


Now it was personal The entire bag of candies had just become his mortal enemy. The small, sticky, yellow confection must have had some demon attributes to have been able to escape from him, after all. How could he take a chance on the others of his group finding any of the offending pieces. None of the others had his cunning when it came to dealing with demonic intelligence, did they? So he decided it would have to be his responsibility to teach these things to mind their place in the world.


By the gods, he hated sounding like his brother, but sometimes you just had to admit that what was right, was right.


He dug into the bag with a ferocity that would have stood him in good stead in a battle with Naraku. When he removed his hand, it clutched another of the candies, but this one was not the same as the first had been. As he looked at it, he tried to ponder the meaning of it’s change in color. This piece was covered in blue paper. Could these candies be part kitsune, or perhaps some other demon that possessed shape shifting abilities? It was of little consequence to him, in any case. Whatever it was, he was not going to let this one escape.


With a level of patience few knew he could put into service, he began to pry one lilliputian corner of the paper free. Following the edges, he managed to work his claw between the wrapping and the captive candy that was held within. Once there was enough of the wrap free for him to grasp, he gave it a hearty pull, and watched as the square, blue candy promptly plummeted into the mud that was at his feet.


Keh!


What was a little mud to someone who had grown up as he had? As he reached toward the ground, he imbedded his claw into the offending morsel, skewering it completely. He would not let this one get away Bringing the now safely secured candy up, he gently wiped the mud on his clothes. As his hand drew close to his face, a most amazing smell assaulted his overly sensitive olfactory organ. It was like nothing he had ever been exposed to, before. The scent of juicy, almost over ripe fruitiness was mixed with sweet, sweet sugars. But it was much more than that. It had a presence all it’s own contained in that scent.


Try as he might, he could find nothing in his existence to compare it to. Dare he taste it? Was it really safe to put it into his mouth? Thinking it over, he remembered seeing Shippou eating one of these same candies just this morning. If the damn brat could eat one and survive, they must be harmless to someone with his strength.

Without another thought, he popped it into his mouth, and wrapped his tongue around it. Immediately, his eyes opened so wide, he thought that he was in danger of having them fall out of their sockets in shock. Oh, heaven! How could he have gone all his life without this bliss? The taste was as sweetly seductive as the scent had been. The unidentifiable fruit must have been native to only to Kagome’s time. He knew there was no fruit he had ever tasted in his life that tasted quite like this. The tempting tangy flavor was mixed with just the correct amount of fruity flash to excite his expectant tastebuds.

He had to have more And he had to have it right now, damn it!


Throwing all care to the winds, he tore the bulging bag asunder with no thought to consequence. Then he watched as all the treasures that were within the bag promptly plummeted into the mud.


Keh!


Looking deep within himself, he found the steely resolve to recommence his attack on the candies. Picking them up, one by one, he wiped the mud from them onto his clothes–said clothes looking as if he had been the one that had been dropped into the muck. By the time he had them all corralled and secreted securely in his haori, he was streaked head to toe with the sticky soil. It was no matter to him; he had his treasure, and was not about to give it up.


As quickly as he could, he made his way to a concealed cave that had served him as a hiding hole in the past. Now he was free to pursue his confectionary pleasures at his leisure. Removing the first piece at random, he saw it was a green square, but otherwise identical to the others.

Remembering the innate ability to escape that had previously been shown by the candies, once they had been freed of their wrappers, he knew he had to formulate a new plan of attack. He knew that sometimes the simplest plan was the best, and not one to go in for over mentation, he put the candy–wrapper and all–in his mouth. Maybe it wasn’t the best solution in the world, but it was certainly the easiest. As the paper slowly came unglued from the candy, he pulled the pieces unceremoniously out of his mouth. Thoroughly enjoying the tempting taste, he settled in a euphoric haze. With glazed eyes, he let the candy slowly melt in his mouth.


As soon as it had dissolved, he was salivating for more. His plan to only sample one piece having been long forgotten, he popped the next one into his mouth. Each color had it’s own flavor! Had the gods designed these for their own pleasure? Surely, these were not meant for earthly beings. He had never felt so alive, so aware of his surroundings. He’d never before felt as if he could do everything he’d always wanted to do, and do it all at once. The power and energy that was flowing through his veins put his demon blood to shame. If just a few of these candies had done this for him, how much better would it be if he ate more of them?


Maybe, he reasoned, if he ate two or three of them at a time he could gain strength and energy that much faster. Faster, and faster the bite sized pieces disappeared into his mouth. Now, he could feel the energy contained within the sweets screaming through his body. Every muscle seemed to hum in a frequency all it’s own. Each thought that entered his mind stood out with crystal clarity, but refused to merge with any other thought. His breathing and heart rate were going at impossible speeds.


No wonder Kagome had not let Shippou have more than one of these mighty magic candies. The power they contained would be too much for the kit to handle. Only one such as he, with his superior strength, could be trusted to be able to take advantage of their enviable enhancements. But now what should he do with the power surging through his body?


Perhaps the others in his pack would benefit from his newfound abilities. He could imagine the atmosphere of adoration that would be present when they witnessed the wonders he now felt capable of.


Besides, the candy had all been consumed, and he felt that physical activity might just calm his racing mind.


On his way back to the others, he couldn’t help noticing a few dead trees that had the nerve to stand in his way. Okay, so not all of them were dead yet, but once he cut them down with his bare claws, they certainly were. If they had the nerve to try to block the path of someone as strong as he, what chance would his friends have against the dreaded, deciduous threats.


Taking off once again, with a swiftness that would rival Kouga’s jewel enhanced velocity, he’d found himself in the midst of the others before he’d even scented their presence. He’d immediately started to explain his heightened capabilities, when he’d been stopped short by Kagome’s look of utter shock.


What the hell was she going on about? What about the way he looked? He looked just the same as always, didn’t he? And why was every other thing out of her mouth sounding like slow down? Did she have a head injury that was affecting her ability to hear and understand? And why were the others looking at him as if he had grown a second head?


Perhaps it had something to do with his inability to stand still; but, damn it, there was so much he wanted to do, and he wanted to do it all now! Why was everyone else moving so slowly? Couldn’t they see that time was wasting? With so many thoughts flying through his head, and not taking the time to stop, and so much energy begging to be used, he didn’t know which to attend to first.


In the time it took Kagome to ask him just what he thought he was doing, he had made three trips around the incredulous group. Shippou now sported a large lump on his head, and was whining for someone to help him out of the tree from which he found himself hanging by his tender tail.


Sango, having felt a rush of wind caress her unprotected backside, had been preparing to reprimand the not so honorable monk, who, in her mind, was always responsible for all assaults on her person. As she readied her hiraikotsu to use in reminding her perverse protagonist that she was not unable to protect herself from abdicable advances, she blinked in surprise, instead.



Standing before her, showing all the world almost all his glory, was one very red faced monk. Feeling strange exposure, Miroku had chanced to look down, just as Sango had turned her stinging stare in his direction. He had but a moment to wonder where his robes had gone, when he realized that he was the object of Sango’s continued interest. He found himself clad only in his fundoshi and sandals, still holding his shakujo. Having no idea how he had come to be in this state of undress, he couldn’t help but feel the vulnerability of his situation. How would his dear Sango ever be able to see him in any other way than that as an ineffectual object of desire after this display. As quickly as he could, he disconcertedly dashed behind the nearest bush in an effort to regain whatever dignity he could find.



Sango, however, found the entire debacle deliriously entertaining. Having no idea how it had happened, she accepted the fact that it had happened. It was fitting that the monk have this little taste of how it felt to be looked at as a sexual object and not as the person within. ‘Payment for past transgressions can be a hard road to travel, indeed!’ her mind reasoned. Looking down, she noticed that her appearance had been altered slightly, also. She was now wearing the most amazing rosary of flowers she had ever seen. She had no idea when or by whom it had been placed on her person, but given her pragmatic philosophy, she didn’t waste time on wistful wondering. She simply admired the flowers.


As Sango helped Shippou from his precarious perch, the humbled Hoshi took the opportunity to reclaim his errant articles of clothing. When they’d had a chance to regroup, they noticed the void left by one misplaced miko and one hyperactive hanyou.



Meanwhile, from his lofty lookout in the branches above, Inuyasha held his Kagome securely to prevent a fatal fall. Watching his punch-drunk pack, he couldn’t help but wonder at the pulsing power of the magical candies that still radiated through his being. He had to find a way to egest this enormous energy, or he would explode! At least he could be confident in the knowledge that Kagome would not use that savage “sit” word while she was in his arms.


Still carrying his cautious miko, he leapt from treetop to treetop. He had to find a way to quiet his cannonballing thoughts. Added to his addled mental musings, the constant cacophony that assailed his much abused ears was destroying any hope of rational thought. Why did Kagome feel the need to voice her displeasure at the top of her voice? Couldn’t she see how dangerously distracting she was being.


Keh!


It would serve her right if he were to find somewhere to place his precious priestess so she could vent her vociferous, vehement outcry in private. At least then he could save his sensitive sense of hearing from further impairment. Looking around, nothing caught his sight that might be able to serve his purpose.


Keh!


He would just have to take matters into his own hands, and design his own detention domicile. A quick glance at his environs enabled him to spy the tumble of toppled trees that had stood in his path. Perhaps, if he placed them properly, the would provide nicely for his purpose.

Using one hand to restrain his reluctant friend, he used the other to pile the plant material into a crude hut to house one very loud young lady. The power of the precious candy confections still showed no signs of deserting his deserving person, but at least now he could contemplate his condition in relative calm.


Just as he was about to take off at a roaring run, a mighty yawn suddenly surprised the now lethargic lad. How could this be? One moment he’d had all the energy and strength in the world, and the next he could think of nothing but curling quietly in a ball, and taking a nap! Had the demonic presence concealed in the candies rejected him? Was this the fate of all who placed their faith in the fickle nature of these fruity, future treats? Perhaps if he rested a bit, the resolutions to his questions would resolve themselves in his mind.


As he was about to lay his now aching head down, a noise from the forest behind seized his fractured attention. Stomping out of the adumbral avalanche of trees, his three previously absent allies made their appearance. The language launched by each was enough to send his befuddled brain back to it’s disordered depth.


After the physical projects he had put his person through, he wanted nothing more than to rest and relax, so that he could recoup his reserves of energy. But would they leave him in peace to pursue this pleasure? No! Just as he’d decided that he would have to try to familiarize his friends with his needs for silence and sleep, he heard the diminutive deliverance of that dreaded word, coming from the heap of hardwood behind him


Keh!.


As his face had crashed forcefully to the ground, he found that he was fortunate to find himself in a position that promoted a pause in activity. Deceptively deciding to reap the reward of his newfound position, he lay perfectly still and quiet. His three still mobile friends took the opportunity to help the pouting priestess from her lodging of lumber. The four friends shared exasperated expressions as they evaluated the hapless hanyou before them.


The strangely silent state of their fellow traveler had them worried, until they heard sonorous sounds coming from his sweetly sleeping mouth. He’s then found himself ruthlessly roused from his restorative reprieve and surrounded by a pack of very perturbed people.


Deciding to let them state their strident outcries without interruption, he let his dog-tired, drooping person remain in the prone position that he found so palliative. Maybe they would just go away if he ignored them.


Keh!


He found no such luck. How could he have expected an exception of the chaos that encompassed his existence just because he was exhausted? Realizing that the racket that rose from the people ringing him was on the rise, he resigned himself to the reality that rest was beyond his reach. Steeling his senses to steady himself against the severing of his serenity, he stood to confront his choleric companions.


Looking at his peeved pack, he decided that their demeanor demanded his delicate touch to diffuse this sticky situation. In trying to appease his aggrieved associates, he assumed the role of calm counselor. But no matter how hard he tried to clarify the cleverness in his role as gracious guardian to this gregarious group, no one would let him rest.


Keh!


The only way to realize the rest he required was to relinquish his potent pride and apologize. But even that did not satisfy their flustered feelings. No, they insisted that he sit in seclusion in this shady arbor and again communicate how contrite he was in this damn diary.

So he swiftly shed all simulation of indignity, and instead initiated his descriptive dissertation. As he wrote the selfsame satisfaction that he had found following his last effort washed over his overwhelmed being.

Reading over his enlightened entry one final time, he couldn’t help but think that this thesis would satisfy even the stringency of his now stern supporters. Looking down, he read:


I gladly sacrificed my well being to the demonic candy to protect my pack from them. As my reward, I was refused the opportunity to rest and recuperate.




As he gladly gave the acerbic account over to his Kagome, she shielded her eyes with a weary hand, and said the one word sure to stop his smug smirking...


“Sit!”


Keh!

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