InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love Found After Centuries: pt 3 Sibling's Journey ❯ The Peaceful One Born in Spring in the Sacred House & Eagle Eyes ( Chapter 4 )

The Peaceful One Born in Spring in the Sacred House

by Inumaru_Rapture

Disclaimer: I do not own the Original Inuyasha characters. I do own the ideas behind the children and grandchildren and other characters. The story is mine as well… I just don't own Inuyasha, Kagome, Sesshoumaru, Rin, Sango, Miroku, Naraku, Kikyo, Shippo, or any of the other original characters. I'm sad now.

 

Aiko, Amaya, Rin, and Satu have been hurrying around like they were waiting for mother to have another pup this morning. My two brothers, Haru and Yasuo, and I have been in the nursery all morning with Jaken bringing us breakfast here, Rin dropping off her pups shortly after eating. The five of us were playing and waiting for mother and father to come home when Kata, my teacher's daughter and best friend, came to take us pups to the library. Usually, we only go there when something big has happened, and with the way all my sisters were acting, I think someone is going to have another pup, or something happened to Washi. I hope nothing happened to Washi. My brothers and I were born 4 years before Washi, triplets and a like in many ways, we were bonded to each other and our young brother when he arrived. Now, 5 years later, us three are 8, and we need to do our best to watch over our 5 year old brother. I wish those mean old hunters didn't hurt him.

“Miya! Hurry up, or else Aiko will be more upset!” Kata said softly, nudging me forward after my brothers and Sanyu and Tama. The five of us walked with Kata to the library where Aiko, Amaya, Satu, and Rin were waiting for us. Aiko had tears drying on her face, and they all seemed really upset. Oh no! Not Washi! Anyone but Washi!

A'Janae came in from the north doors, Washi with her. Her orange fur was ruffled, and she looked upset. What was going on? I looked to my triplets and they looked unhappy. I glanced around quickly, looking for who was missing. I knew mother and father had left with Keiji, Gabriel and Inumaru last night, but where was Goro? Still on his way, maybe? Maybe he was still angry about his and father's fight. Rin cleared her throat before talking to us.

“Okay, now, pups, Satu, Aiko, and Amaya are going to go away for a little bit. I don't want to worry you, so I'm just going to say this. Goro isn't on the palace grounds, Satu is going to fly out and find out where he is, while Aiko goes and fetches mother and father. Amaya is going to search the grounds and follow any signs from Satu. Hopefully, we find him before mother and father get home.”

I covered my mouth with my little hands and closed my eyes, hoping and wishing my brother was safe.

“Do not fear, Miya,” Amaya spoke softly across the room. I looked up at her, and nodded. I would not be afraid, because if Amaya said to not be, then there was no doubt he was okay! I just hoped mother and father wouldn't be too mad at him.

 

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A/N: Well… I hope you like this first person view of Miya's situation. They aren't in the story too much, so their chapter isn't that long. I'm trying to get their last bit of character's point of views before moving onto the other points of view of the main two siblings.

 

Following this short chapter is a short blurb of Washi's involvement and theories of things. It will be a very goo insight, I hope, to his reason for living the way he is.

 

Eagle Eyes

By Inumaru_Rapture

Disclaimer: I do not own the Original Inuyasha characters. I do own the ideas behind the children and grandchildren and other characters. The story is mine as well… I just don't own Inuyasha, Kagome, Sesshoumaru, Rin, Sango, Miroku, Naraku, Kikyo, Shippo, or any of the other original characters. I'm sad now.

 

I stand, leaning my weight on my crutch with my only good arm. I missed my mother, and my father. Mostly when no one was around, I spent time with my father, either reading when he was working in his study, or sometimes, he could carry me on his shoulders out by the koi pond, and he would tell me stories of the times before us kids, when he and mother were just beginning to become allies. My mother would then come out and find us, and tell me stories of her journeys searching for the Shikon no Tama. I felt so bad for the struggles she went through, but I was happy because in the end, she had her happy ending.

I hobbled away from the group, my nurse following. I wanted to tell her I knew where Goro went. I wanted to tell her I knew father and mother already knew. I wanted to tell her that because of my brother, my father's life was at stake. I wanted to tell her to pick me up and carry me as fast as possible to that samurai camp and take my brother away from there, but I knew he wouldn't come with us. I wanted to tell my sisters that they should be worrying, that they should be moving faster to beat father there. I wanted to ask them to take me with, I wanted to beg them to take me with. I know how to stop things, but they wouldn't listen to me. No one listens to me. They see my crippled body, and they think me completely crippled. They forget, however, that I am Lord Sesshoumaru and Lady Kagome's son, and that I am youkai, just like them. They forget that with the inutaiyoukai blood comes the strength to protect the family, to protect our loved ones.

They forget that to save someone you love causes great sacrifice.

I hobbled to my room and set myself in my chair. How was I going to convince them to let me come with? There was a knock on my door and A'Janae rose to open it. Aiko was standing there, my sweet, beloved, strong-hearted sister. She would be the one to take me.

“Washi, are you feeling all right?” She should be out getting mother and father. I shook my head.

“I need to go to mother…” I wheezed. I couldn't help but wheeze. I was born with incomplete lung capacity and a deformed way of growing the hair on top of my head. My eye sight was a terrible mess of blurry vision fixed by concave pieces of glass fixed with strips of bamboo around them that mother called `glasses'. It wasn't perfect vision, but I didn't need perfect anything. I knew I had only one thing in life to accomplish, and seeing just what that thing I needed to accomplish was only part of my gift. I knew that to fulfill my life's goal, I would be giving something much more than my leg, arm, eyesight, breathing, and hair. Something much, much more.

 

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A/N: Oh man, suspence! I'm writing more now!!!!!! I love it when creativity hits! WOO!