InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Memories ❯ Yet Another Transformation ( Chapter 5 )

Author's Note: This chapter starts off the new form of the once known as Chiko. This may be his final transformation, so no more confusion, I hope. -_- Anywho, I don't wanta give it away. Read and Review!

 

 

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Lost Memories

 

 

Chapter 5: Yet Another Transformation

 

 

I woke to someone clearing their throat and I opened my eyes sleepily. I went to sit up and realized that Kaemon had wrapped his arms around me while I slept. I felt a blush creep into my face and glanced up at his face. His eyes opened suddenly and he looked down at me.

 

“I see you two made up quite well,” the familiar voice of the monk said dryly. I glanced up at him and felt myself go redder if possible. I went to push away from Kaemon, only to have him pull me closer. I glanced up to see a smirk on his lips. “Jealous,” he baited Miroku.

 

Miroku sighed and his glance drifted over to Sango. “Not particularly,” he mumbled before heading over into her direction. I turned my head so I could look into the eyes of Kaemon.

 

“No provoking,” I reminded him. “You want to fight, save it for the demons.” He got to his feet, pulling me with him. He kept a firm grip on my hand as he walked away from the village. I balked when I realized how far away we were going. “Where are we going,” I asked him.

 

“To bathe,” he said simply. I opened my mouth to protest, but he spoke up before I could. “And don't give me that modesty bullshit, either. I promise I won't peek nor try to look,” he said sarcastically.

 

“Was that just a joke from the almighty cold hearted demon,” I teased. He snorted and I smothered a laugh behind my free hand. He let go as soon as we were at the hot spring and sat down with his back to me on a large rock. I shook my head as I jumped in fully clothed. I washed my clothes quickly and set them on the shore to dry. I quickly bathed and slipped into my sun-dried clothes.

 

Kaemon hopped off the rock and pulled off his baggy white shirt. I felt a blush creep into my face and averted my gaze as I quickly walked by him to occupy the rock he once sat on. I yawned behind my hand and waited for what seemed forever. I glanced behind my shoulder to see he'd already put on his baggy blue pants and was slipping on his sleeveless shirt. I turned and watched as he wrapped my mother's veil around his arm. “Is that like my mark, like the one you gave me,” I questioned curiously.

 

He shrugged and started walking toward the village. I jumped off the rock and followed him. “Basically.” We continued on in silence and I started slightly when I felt him slip his clawed hand into mine. We walked that way until we reached the edge of the village. What we found when we got there was absolute chaos. Kaemon grinned as he saw the demons and I felt his claws grow.

 

I released his hand to take off in the other direction opposite him. It made me sick to my stomach to kill the demons, but it was either them or us, and I preferred us. We killed about half of them before they called retreat. Kaemon seemed happier than I'd ever seen him. I sighed and went to check on the villagers. `It's what he does, Kammie. You're just going to have to accept it.' After I looked after all of the villagers, I located my group's hut and walked in.

 

Kaemon was sitting there looking annoyed. I winced at the large claw marks on his exposed back and chest. I gathered some bandages and medicine. “Lay down.” He snarled at me, but I refused to back down and glared at him until he complied. I crouched down next to him and ignored his grumbling protests as I cleansed the wound. I felt his claws on my thigh, tracing idle patterns boredly. I glanced down at him and met his knowing eyes.

 

I felt a blush come to my face and pushed his hand away as I slapped a bandage on his back with more force than necessary. I ordered him to flip over and he complied with more grumbling. “Quit complaining. I wasn't the one who decided to provoke that demon. `Go ahead,' you told him. `I'll give you a free shot.' That cost you to put up with my nursing.” I leaned over him and my hair fell from behind my ears. He reached up a gentle hand and tucked it back behind my ears. His claws gently scratched down my cheek and my startled eyes met his. I quickly put a bandage on his wound and sat back. “All done,” I said cheerfully.

 

He sat up with frowned as he sniffed the air. “You're bleeding.” My hand instinctively went to my shoulder. “I'm fine,” I insisted. “Just a scratch is all.” He scooted over and motioned me to where I'd made him lay. I sighed in defeat and sat down where he'd once occupied. He sat directly behind me, shielding me from the others. I loosened my shirt and let it droop so my back was exposed. I shivered slightly as his claws scraped my neck as he pushed my hair over one shoulder.

 

He was extremely gentle with me and I felt somewhat guilty at how roughly I'd treated him. He traced a scar on my back and I jerked erect. “Where did you get this,” he asked in his growly voice.

 

“An old wound. A demon wasn't so thankful that I'd taken him in and healed him, so we fought. He got me once and was intent on killing me, but I got him first.” I felt his hand on my good shoulder and he gave it a comforting squeeze before pulling my shirt up. I closed it and turned to face him. His eyes held no emotion as they stared back into mine.

 

I sighed and got to my feet. I took the bowl of bloody water and walked outside with it. I walked to a nearby stream and dumped it in. I crouched down to wash out the bowl and winced as the bandages on my shoulder tightened. It would scar, I felt sure of it. I walked back to the village and got to the edge of the forest when I felt a slight wind ruffle my unbraided hair.

 

I screamed in pain as I was picked up by my hair and held high in the air. I grabbed at the large demon's wrist in hopes to pull myself up slightly to lessen the pain and was shook like a rag doll. I heard a cackling sound and looked over to see an old crone sitting on the monster's shoulder. The monster grabbed me in his other hand and squeezed me none to gently.

 

“You thought I was dead, didn't you Kaemon,” the crone called out in her scratchy voice. “You naughty nasty little demon. I made you what you are now!” I looked down from that impossible height to see my friends all standing there. Kaemon was there as well, growling loudly enough for even me to hear him.

 

“This girl has made even your second form soft. You're final form will be permanent as to where even I cannot change you back to the pathetic demon you were. Then you will be all powerful and will do my bidding,” the crone cackled. She lifted her gnarled stick and started chanting in a language that I couldn't understand.

 

A light purple mist seemed to wind around Kaemon and he held his head in agony. An earsplitting howl came from him and my friends clamped their hands over their ears. “Kaemon,” I shouted. “Fight it, Kaemon!” I was squeezed again and I screamed in pain.

 

I watched the purple mist through wide eyes as a white light seemed to come from within the mist and leak through the cracks. Suddenly it vanished and there in Kaemon's place stood a feral looking demon with white hair and lavender eyes. He had a black stripe on either side of his face. My mother's veil and his pants had turned black. He was shirtless and neither scars nor scratches marred his chest.

 

“Chaemon, welcome from your deep slumber! I woke you, therefore you will obey me and only me.” Chaemon looked up at the old crone and gave her a smile so cold it made me shiver.

 

“That's where your wrong, witch,” he said in a chilling velvety voice. “I obey no one.” He flexed his claws and in a flash was in front of the large demon. He sliced the demon in two right down the middle. The demons grip relaxed on me and I wiggled my way out of his grasp and jumped as he fell.

 

I looked over to see Chaemon break the crone's neck and let her lifeless body fall to the ground. `Not again. Please let him remember me.' I held my injured shoulder as I walked toward the now known as Chaemon. He whirled around and watched me with his arms crossed over his chest.

 

“Kaemon,” I questioned softly. “Are you there?” The powerful demon snarled at the name and his claws grew an inch.

 

“And who are you?” He sniffed the air and snorted. “Just another weak demon.” His eyes shot to the scar on my face and a look of disgust came over his features. “I hold no claim to you, wench. The one who put that mark there is gone, never to return again.” He turned his back to me and with one leap disappeared into the treetops.

 

I fell to my knees on the hard packed dirt and tears welled up in my eyes. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked over to see surprisingly Miroku leaning there. Despite my teachings, I threw myself at him and buried my face into his shoulder. I felt his comforting arms wrap around my back and I cried for all that I'd had and lost.