InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Last Warrior ❯ Ch.1 ( Chapter 3 )

Ch.1

 

“What?” Inuyasha demanded. His brother had not spoken to him for seven years and now he expected Inuyasha to go and fight for the Western lands. This was outrageous. So he flat out refused, “No way! Tell the bastard if he needs me so bad to come and get me himself!” He shouted. “I refuse!” He said crossing his arms like a small child and looked away.

 

“He also figured you say that so he told me to tell you that if you do not come, he will personally rip your lungs from your chest and destroy your village.” The monk said smoothly. “The only reason he didn't come today is because he was too busy with more important matters.”

 

Inuyasha gave a slight gulp but said stupidly, “I'd like to see him try! Besides I'm sure there are other great warriors around, not as great as me, but they're there.” There was a moment of quiet before Inuyasha's curiosity got the best of him. He tried to act like he didn't care but the monk, having befriended Inuyasha such a long time ago, knew the truth. “Why would you need me anyway?” He asked casually.

 

“Well,” He drawled, “Have you ever heard of Naraku?” Inuyasha shook his head. The name didn't ring a bell. “He is the lord of the Southern lands. He has a very powerful army and to go along with that, he is power hungry. He wishes to take the Western lands from your brother. Your brother has only a very small army so now he wants to find some of the strongest samurai and warriors, whether they are bandits, crooks, children or idiots. He needs them and you happen to be one of them.” He said.

 

Inuyasha looked at the monk confused, “Uh, which one? The bandit, crook, child or idiot?” He asked. The monk just sighed as a sweat drop formed on the back of his head. “Oh well, it doesn't matter, I'm not going.” He stated.

 

Sadly the monk knew he could not change the stubborn hanyou's mind and agreed. “Fine, the lord will be disappointed though. As you know it is at least a two days ride back to the fortress. Night is falling, may I please stay here tonight?” He asked.

 

“Suit yourself. Are you sure your master won't be displeased?” He sneered, “Since when did you become such a lap dog?” He asked rudely. It seemed that Miroku was following the man's every wish.

 

“Since I got a raise. And I'm sure he'll be fine with it.” He said in a slightly evil voice. Inuyasha looked at him questioningly; he had never heard Miroku speak in such a tone. He shrugged it off and went to prepare the monk a cot.

 

“Monk, you wanna start supper? There is some rice in and vegetables in a cupboard over in the right corner.” He shouted from the other room.

 

“Yes sir.” He answered jokingly.

 

After supper the two stayed up for hours, speaking of how their lives had been going after they parted. The monk had become a high priest in the castle and was currently courting a kitchen maid `whose beauty surpassed that of a goddess,' as Miroku so put it.

 

Around 11 Miroku announced he was tired and went to bed. Amusingly, he decided to take Inuyasha's larger more comfortable bed. That angered the temperamental hanyou. In the end it worked out so that Miroku was in Inuyasha's bed while the hanyou pouted in the guest bed.

 

After a while Inuyasha drifted off into a peaceful slumber only to be awoken by a certain monk. Inuyasha was about to ask what the monk was doing when he slapped a paralyzing sutra on his forehead. “Monk what the hell are you doing?” He accused. “You know one sutra can't hold me.” He boasted.

 

“And that's exactly why I have thirty with me. Sesshomaru said if I couldn't convince you to come with me with words that I could use force. I apologize for this but once we get back to the castle I will remove the sutras, until then you will be paralyzed.” With that he slapped another seven on.

 

Inuyasha tried to struggle; to move his body but he couldn't. “Monk! Take these off right now or I'll decapitate you!” He screamed.

 

“Empty threats,” He shook his head. “Besides, I don't think you're in the position to talk now do you.” He said wagging his finger in front of the defenseless half man.

 

Inuyasha growled loudly, barring his fangs at the holy man. “Let me go.” He said through gritted teeth. If the monk was scared he sure hid it well.

 

“Unfortunately, the sutras don't paralyze your mouth so you can talk the whole way there.” He sighed before using the last one to slap it across his mouth. “Even though that won't stop your consistent blabbing, perhaps it will muffle your voice.” He stood up from his kneeling position and rubbed his hands together. “Alright now Inuyasha. I'm going to prepare the horses for our journey. Don't go anywhere.” He shouted as he left the room, laughing at the last comment. “My goodness, I'm so funny at times.” He smirked.

 

The hanyou was seething with rage. How dare the monk do this to him? He had given Miroku shelter, food and his bed. He would hurt that monk when he was mobile again. He smirked at the thought of all the evil things he would do. A cruel smile crept across his face, oh yes, the monk and his brother would regret doing this to him.

 

Miroku reentered his home moments later and propped Inuyasha up over his shoulder. “Alright you big baby lets go. You know if you had just agreed in the first place I wouldn't have to carry you around.” He scolded. “So Inuyasha, have you been keeping up with your training?” He asked.

 

The hanyou refused to respond as he was hoisted up on the horse. He slumped forward so that he was leaning on the horse's mane. He carefully strapped Inuyasha into the saddle, with his body so limp and if he wasn't tied in he would probably fall off the horse countless times. After Miroku tied him up he took the lead rope and got onto his horse. Once he was comfortably positioned he began to trot his horse and pull Inuyasha's along with it.

 

They were ridding through the village when Inuyasha had a thought, what about Kikyou. What would she think if the next morning she woke up and Inuyasha was gone, perhaps for forever? He was trying his hardest not to speak to the monk he decided this was a worthy exception. “Monk.” He spoke angrily, gaining the man's attention.

 

“Yes?” He inquired even though he thought he knew what was troubling his friend.

 

“What about Kikyou?” He asked. “Can't I say goodbye?” He asked. Miroku had to feel bad for his friend; he sounded truly pathetic.

 

“I will write her a note explaining what has happened. I don't think it would be good for her mental stability if you two are as close as you say. I'm sure that the last time she may see her fiancé is being dragged off and I don't trust you enough to not run away if I take off you sutras so you can say farewell. I will write her a note.” With that he took out a piece of parchment and began to write. `My dearest Kikyou. I must leave this village for the good of the western lands. I wish you farewell, perhaps I will never see you again so this had better be said, I love you, and I will continue to love you until I die.' Once that was done he stuck it on the door of her hut. There were no lights on inside but she wasn't asleep, he could sense her awake presence. He wondered why she wouldn't come out; she must have been able to tell they were leaving if she was a powerful enough priestess to guard the Shikon no Tama. He shrugged it off and returned to his friend. “There.” He said. “Anything else?” He asked. When Inuyasha didn't reply he assumed it was because he was back in his pouting mood.

 

They rode for two days straight, only stopping for few hours of sleep, eating a small morsel of beef and bathroom breaks. Finally they arrived at the castle. “This is your first time back in years isn't it?” Miroku asked. “You okay with that?”

 

“No.” He answered shortly. “If I was `okay' with it, you wouldn't have had to drag me across half of my lands.”

 

Miroku mumbled something that sounded a lot like, `touchy, whiny, stupid hanyou.' But when Inuyasha asked he stated he had said nothing of the sort.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Back at Kikyou's hut the night they left ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Kikyou sat behind the fire, gazing into it. She began to chant, “Muskiras fosya mandyra.” As she finished the short chant a face appeared in the flames. Neither said a greeting but Kikyou soon began. “Love, I have failed you. He would not take the Shikon no Tama and turn into a full human before he left. Now he is heading to the war. I apologize; I have failed you my love. I am no worthy.” Then the face disappeared, leaving a sobbing Kikyou on the floor.