InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love For a Demon ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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~ * ~ Love For a Demon ~ * ~
by huntress © 2004
Part 2

Kagome stared down the length of her blade to the now unconscious demon that lay on the street in front of her. She wasn't really sure what to do with him. She could sense the magic at work within his blood stream, preventing his demonic powers from healing his wounds. She could also sense his life force slowly leaving him, within the next few hours he'll be dead. One less demon for her and her comrades to worry about.

She should end his pain and suffering for him. Easily slicing his throat or cutting out his evil, black heart with the tip of her blade. Or she should walk away from him and let him die with whatever little honour he had left in him. That would be the best thing to do, to walk away from him and not turn back.

Then why was she still standing there? Why didn't she just turn away a let the filthy creature die? Wasn't that why they were sent here in the first place, to kill and destroy all the demons that walked the earth, threatening mankind?

If that was the case, it was a stupid rule. One that never really made any sense to her in the first place. Besides, his wounds were too unnatural for that of assassins'. His clothing was ripped to shreds, the large slashes looking like that of claw marks, the hole in his chest the size of a fist.

'His own people attacked him.' She thought. She felt sympathy for him; after all, anyone who got attacked by their own kind is exiled, if they survive that is.

Demons convicted of exile were not only forced to leave their colony but the other demons were ordered to kill them on sight. Even if they were your own blood relations, you're to kill them. If they don't the master will punish all those who disobey his laws, decapitated most of the time. Heads placed on silver poles outside the masters' royal chambers for all those to see and be warned.

She could tell that they purposely left him alive and let him go. Leaving him nowhere to go, making sure that his wounds were deep enough that he would bleed to death before the potion would wear off. All warriors, demon and angel alike, knew to leave them sentence their exile alone.

But she couldn't leave him there like this. As much as she knew that it was wrong and against the rules, she couldn't leave him. Maybe it was the human part of her, maybe not. The point of the matter is, is that he needs help. And, god as her witness, she was going to give it to him. Even if she gets put in exile herself for her troubles.

Yes, she knew what it would mean if she helped him. Even if she was able to save his life, there was still a chance that the others would kill him when they see him. And probably throw her out in to the night.

Exile.

Theirs were much different then the demons. No fighting took place; no blood was shed; only a marking was done. Brands were burned in the side of the neck, the symbol recognized as the one used for exile ceremonies. They were cast off into the night, with nothing but the clothes on their backs. No food, water, money, not even a weapon was given to them. If they survived, they were allowed to live as a normally mortal. If they perished… they perished.

No… even if it meant exile, she couldn't leave him to die like this. It felt wrong in her mind as well as in her heart.

She sheathed her sword as she kneeled down beside him and carefully picked him up bride-style in her arms. Trying hard not to cause his wounds to bleed out anymore than they were. It would take a while to get back to HQ with the extra weight, so being cautious in case he was followed she took the long way back. Estimating her arrival to being about an hour before reaching safe ground and an additional half hour before she reached HQ.

She found herself silently praying that she would make it in time. Wanting more then anything to save his life if she could. She wasn't sure why she had to sudden desire to help him or why she was so worried about losing him, but she pushed that aside for the moment. Right now all that mattered was that she got back and patched him up properly before he drew his last breath.

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