InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Kiyou Nitsuite Amedare: Ten, Tentou, ken Touhou ❯ Sichiban Bundan ( Chapter 7 )

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"'You stupid girl, I was waiting for a long time for you!' she hissed at me, like a Cobra. I remained still, knowing if I shivered, it would goad her to strike. After a pregnant pause, she made a clicking sound with her tongue and dismissed the fact, 'Tch, it does not matter either way now, does it? You are here, I suppose that is well enough.'"

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Samurai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.01.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 511 | Status: Completed

A/n: Sorry it took me so long to get around to updating… forgive me.

Shichiban Bundan

The day finally came when Obaa-san saw it fit for me to finally begin my `training'. The process was horrid, and I detested every moment of it. But of course it was not fit for me to say anything-I was only a little girl that was bought by a Gaijin, and brought to the Okiya temporarily for this very thing.

This was purpose, and this they said was my destiny.

In my mind, I could not fathom that this would be all my life would contain. Why could I not live like Inuyasha? Why could I not reach the heavens so high, when Kami-sama should have taken all his jisou in to his bosom to cradle with care. Was I not only an otome? Was I not worthy of Kami-sama?

Even while I cursed him for his cruelty, I could not turn my back on him. He had given me life, even if he made that life empty for me.

It had been fully eight months since I had arrived at the Okiya. And each day became darker and less meaningful as time went by… there were days I could not help but break my oath about my Okaa-san and wonder what I would be if I was still with her… where my future may have been. But the brightness of that future had been dulled by the reality I would be sent to the jorou-ya in a time of a year or more, depending on my progress.

Snow had begun to fall not too long ago, and it was my job to keep the pathways clear among my usual chores. There were not enough hours in the day, I found, because no matter how much work I did, there was always something else that had to be done. Sleep was a precious commodity for me, for I could not lie down at the end of the day until everything had been completed. It was an endless cycle that left me wishing I could just lie down one last time and sleep eternally… not even be graced with another life where things may have been better, for I began to believe the Fates had so much against me they'd find some way to make my next life just as horrid for me.

I seemed to have energy to hate everything around me. Especially Obaa-san… for she had begun to symbolize the largest hardships and obstacles in my life. I was bitter, and tired, and just about forgot everything that had previously ever been of importance to me. It was beginning to fall away, and fade around the edges… my dreams.

Even Inuyasha's face wasn't as beautiful anymore.

I constantly prayed at night though, that I would be graced with his being one last time… if only to tell him what his kind words meant to me. But I had not seen him on my errand runs again. I was beginning to think perhaps he did not live in this city… perhaps he lived in another.

I would fantasized about his lovely home, where I might live in my fantasy… and him welcoming there with open arms.

But I recognized that it was only a childish dream, and I would shake my head to clear it of such petty thoughts.

“Kikyou-chan!” Obaa-san frail and angry voice came ringing in to my thoughts, causing my blood to heat and boil with anger at just the sound. She reminded me of one of those annoying chirping birds that mock you in to wakefulness, drowning out those precious dreams you hold on to with such fidelity… but as you open your eyes, they only fade away leaving you cursing that stupid bird. If only you could roll over and drown out the sound…

“Hai!” I cried out in response quickly, letting her know I was on my way. I rushed to the entrance of the courtyard, putting my broom against the wall there and dusted the snow off of my kimono. I removed my wooden sandals, and hurried down the hall to her room. While I did, I combed my fingers through my hair roughly… she demanded that if she were to see us, we were to appear presentable. She did not want to glance upon our ugliness.

When I felt sure I had combed out most of the knots from my hair, and my kimono was fairly smoothed to my liking, and dropped to my knees and rolled her shoji door open.

I kept my head bowed, knowing she hated to see my eyes. They were what marked me as different from her.

“Kikyou-chan, what took you so long?” she asked through the room, her voice sounding scratchy to my ears… perhaps she was coming down with another cold. I didn't mind, for I thought the Baba deserved it…

Either way, I lowered my upper body to the floor, with my forehead pressing against the tatami mat. My hand laid sprawled out in front of me, and I droned on to her, “Forgive me for my impertinence, Obaa-san.” I sounded cold, even to my own ears.

She threw her teacup at me, and I flinched as it hit my shoulder, but I did not rise from my position. I knew to stay there until she told me to sit up.

“You stupid girl, I was waiting for a long time for you!” she hissed at me, like a Cobra. I remained still, knowing if I shivered, it would goad her to strike. After a pregnant pause, she made a clicking sound with her tongue and dismissed the fact, “Tch, it does not matter either way now, does it? You are here, I suppose that is well enough.”

I sighed, wishing to sit up. My legs were falling asleep, and my eyes stung with tears from the sour smell of the tatami mat. I would breathe with my mouth, my Obaa-san refused to let us. If we did, she struck us in the jaw with a rod.

“Kikyou-chan, when is it you see your tenth year?” she inquired of me. I rolled my eyes… she spoke to me, but did not allow me to sit up. I suppose either way it did not matter much…

“When the snow begins to melt, about two months after the New Year,” I replied monotonously, wondering why at all it would matter to her.

“… and how long by then would you have been training?” she asked, and that was when I began to feel discomfort in my neck.

“Five months or so, Obaa-san.”

I heard her chewing… on something. It was probably sugar cane from another country… she liked the sweet taste of it, despite how expensive it was.

“Once you do, you're going to escort Ken Yoromura. That is all.”

I took that as my signal to leave, backing up out of the room and sliding the door shut.

All I could recall was how numb I felt. I wasn't sure what escorting somewhat ensued, but if my training said anything, I was sure feeling scared was about the best response I could have.

And it was the largest response I allowed as well.