InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Past, Present, and Future ❯ Demon's Grave ( Chapter 13 )
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By: SilentTaiyoukai 
Shizuka finishes what her mother and uncle started.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 01.19.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 402 | Status: Work In Progress
Shizuka finishes what her mother and uncle started.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 01.19.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 402 | Status: Work In Progress
It had taken a few days, but things eventually came to some resemblance of normality, of which Shizuka was glad. Shippo had gone back to the Kitsune Inn the day before to resume his studies with the promise he would return once his next exam was over. She didn’t know where her uncle had dragged her mother off to that morning, but Shizuka hoped that by the time they returned her mother’s nerves would finally be completely unwound. Kagome had been a mess the last few days, and Shizuka didn’t like seeing her mother that way. She seemed constantly worried and lost in her thoughts, quite unlike her usual self. Shizuka tried her best not to let her purified arm slip from its sleeve. Each time it did, see could see the stress in her mother’s eyes double. The marks didn’t hurt anymore, but they were still quite ugly. They would fade away with time, unlike the scars Shizuka had drawn across her mother’s shoulder. Most likely Kagome would be living with those for the rest of her life.
Just as it was hard for Kagome to see the marks on her daughter’s arm, seeing Kagome’s scars made Shizuka inwardly cringe.
With Shippo back at the Inn and her uncle and mother off somewhere, Shizuka was left to her own devices for the day. The aches and pains left behind from her transformation were slowly fading away, and she felt well enough to set out of the house once her mother and uncle had gone. She made her way into the forest by way of her father’s tree, running her claws over its charred trunk as she passed by. She followed a straight path to Goshinboku and on to her destination.
She felt a bit nervous about what she was doing, though she could not say exactly why.
She sat before the large stone grave marker, folding her hands into her sleeves. There were dead remains of flowers scattered about near the marker’s base, and a wayward vine was beginning to curl itself around the structure. It was an old grave, but it had not been forgotten.
Shizuka could still see her father’s face clearly, as if he had come to her in her nightmare only yesterday. She didn’t know if she would find any answers by sitting near his grave, but it seemed an appropriate place to sit and think about her own nature.
Her mother was human. Her uncle was youkai. She was neither nor, just like her father had been. She had been told stories of his struggles with his youkai nature, and now she found herself faced with the same problem. She would not speak of it, but it scared her. It was disturbing that her youkai could completely consume her, leaving her conscious mind in darkness. She could remember nothing of what she had done while she was transformed.
She never wanted to fall into that darkness again.
She almost wished he was alive. Her mother and uncle would never know how she felt. She was human and he was youkai, their natures where set. Shizuka’s soul tottered between a larger human portion and a stronger youkai portion. Two natures in one body. Her father had battled that same demon once.
Shizuka sighed. She wanted to train her skills with Tetsusaiga. She wanted to be a warrior like her uncle and father. How could she accomplish such a thing if she was scared of the demon that dwelled inside of her, scared of her own self? Something had to be done, though she had no idea what. Obviously there were no answers to be found at her father’s grave.
Shizuka rose and turned to leave, but a rustling in the trees made her hand move to the hilt of her sword. She could feel a demonic aura creeping up on her from somewhere in the trees. There was loud crash somewhere to her left, and she drew out Tetsusaiga.
“I can hear you,” Shizuka said. Her hands were tightly wound around the sword’s hilt. She could not let it go. Not this time. “So you might as well come out, you coward!”
The response was immediate. It came crashing through the trees at her, it’s one head rearing out from its coiling body. There was only one head this time, one hooded head scaled in red and black, but Shizuka felt her heart sink just the same. Its fangs dripped with poison, but there was also blood staining its forked tongue.
There was an arrow embedded in the snake’s left eye.
Since it was already injured, the snake wouldn’t be much trouble to get rid of. Shizuka rose up Tetsusaiga and brought it slashing down across her body.
“Wind Scar!” she yelled, and nothing happened. She could feel the demonic energy swirling inside the weapon, but when she tried to attack a second time the result was the same.
“What the hell is going on?” she screamed the sword. “Why won’t you work?!”
The snake came rushing at her, and Shizuka ducked and rolled out of it’s path. She rolled up against her father’s grave marker, warm blood running out from the side her head as she collided with the stone. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and gave a glance toward the snake that was rolling around in the clearing. It was dragging it’s head across the ground trying to dislodge the arrow from its eye. Shizuka looked down at the sword in her hand and felt it pulse.
She screamed as pain erupted in the center of her forehead. She placed her hand flat across her face, and she saw through her fingers as her vision began to take on a reddish tint. She felt as her fangs grew out, becoming too long for her mouth to properly contain. Her hearing became sharper. Every little sound was clearly pronounced, almost deafening. She could hear the snake slithering toward her, the sound of each individual scale as it moved across the ground and the drip of poison and blood from it’s mouth. She took one last look at the sword.
Tetsusaiga, what are you doing to me?
She brought her elongated claws around and caught the snake in its injured eye. With a savage pull, she ripped the eyeball completely out of its orbit. She shielded herself from the sticky downpour that followed by crossing her arms over her head. The snake fell away from her a moment and Shizuka saw that the arrow which had been lodged in the eye had landed at her side. She picked it up and held it to her nose. Underneath the smell of snake was her mother’s scent. Shizuka felt a rage growing within her. The depth of that emotion in her current state seemed limitless.
“What did you do to her?!”
Shizuka ran at the mononoke, landing upon its back. She sunk her claws into its scales to keep the wriggling beast from throwing her off. She then drove the sword into its flesh. She held fast, her heart beating a frantic tattoo against her chest. Tetsusaiga had drawn out her demon, and Shizuka had no idea what to expect.
With a spasm of it’s muscular body, Tetsusaiga was forced out from the snake’s flesh. Shizuka leapt off it back and the snake positioned it’s mouth beneath her. Shizuka smirked, evading the gaping mouth and bringing her claws down upon its head. The power behind her strike was exquisite, something she certainly did not expect to come from within herself. It was the result of her demon swimming so close to the surface, risen to the top by her sentient sword even as she retained her lucidity.
Her demon blood was not something to fear. It was from where her power stemmed in the first place. It was nothing to fear just as her human side was nothing to feel contempt for. Her mother had taught her that a long time ago. Human emotion came easy to her that way, her human heart was something she had been taught to respect. Now Tetsusaiga had shown her the same of her other half.
She drove her claws deeper into the thick skull.
I am youkai like my uncle, she thought to herself. I am human like my mother, I am both, like my father.
Tetsusaiga resonated in her grip. She tore her claws out and brought the sword down, calling upon the Wind Scar. This time, the sword did not fail. Shizuka watched through the yellow light as the snake was torn to pieces. Once the attack had exhausted itself, there was snake skin and innards hanging from the tree branches. She looked towards her father’s grave and saw a bundle of scales resting on it.
She sheathed her sword and could feel her face resume its normal appearance. Her aura quelled. She went to retrieve that arrow, ready to set out and find her mother. It was then that her uncle’s aura hit her. Giving one last glance to her father’s marker, she ran through the woods and towards the taiyoukai’s pulsing aura.
The smell of blood hit her nose before she saw them, and she tread carefully though the mangled bodies of a least a dozen snakes before she came upon her mother and uncle, sitting a few yards away.
Sesshoumaru was curled up against a tree with Kagome in his lap. She looked to be sound asleep, and Shizuka smiled weakly. Perhaps now things would really get back to normal.
She dropped her mother’s arrow at Sesshoumaru’s feet. “You took her hunting, really?”
“Yes,” he said simply. His pulled his claws gently down Kagome’s back, and she stirred slightly in her sleep.
“You were listening to me the entire time, weren’t you?” Shizuka asked.
“Hnn,” the taiyoukai grumbled. He narrowed his eyes, and a sneaky smile touched the corner of his lips. Shizuka’s eyes widened.
Shizuka growled. “You let that thing escape on purpose. You planned that!”
Sesshoumaru shrugged. Shizuka shook her head and stepped past them.
“Keh,” she spat. “I’ll see you at home.”
“Shizuka,” Sesshoumaru called. Shizuka stopped and glanced over her shoulder at him.
“Yeah?”
“We will continue to train your skills,” he said.
“Sure,” she shrugged, and continued on back toward the village.
Just as it was hard for Kagome to see the marks on her daughter’s arm, seeing Kagome’s scars made Shizuka inwardly cringe.
With Shippo back at the Inn and her uncle and mother off somewhere, Shizuka was left to her own devices for the day. The aches and pains left behind from her transformation were slowly fading away, and she felt well enough to set out of the house once her mother and uncle had gone. She made her way into the forest by way of her father’s tree, running her claws over its charred trunk as she passed by. She followed a straight path to Goshinboku and on to her destination.
She felt a bit nervous about what she was doing, though she could not say exactly why.
She sat before the large stone grave marker, folding her hands into her sleeves. There were dead remains of flowers scattered about near the marker’s base, and a wayward vine was beginning to curl itself around the structure. It was an old grave, but it had not been forgotten.
Shizuka could still see her father’s face clearly, as if he had come to her in her nightmare only yesterday. She didn’t know if she would find any answers by sitting near his grave, but it seemed an appropriate place to sit and think about her own nature.
Her mother was human. Her uncle was youkai. She was neither nor, just like her father had been. She had been told stories of his struggles with his youkai nature, and now she found herself faced with the same problem. She would not speak of it, but it scared her. It was disturbing that her youkai could completely consume her, leaving her conscious mind in darkness. She could remember nothing of what she had done while she was transformed.
She never wanted to fall into that darkness again.
She almost wished he was alive. Her mother and uncle would never know how she felt. She was human and he was youkai, their natures where set. Shizuka’s soul tottered between a larger human portion and a stronger youkai portion. Two natures in one body. Her father had battled that same demon once.
Shizuka sighed. She wanted to train her skills with Tetsusaiga. She wanted to be a warrior like her uncle and father. How could she accomplish such a thing if she was scared of the demon that dwelled inside of her, scared of her own self? Something had to be done, though she had no idea what. Obviously there were no answers to be found at her father’s grave.
Shizuka rose and turned to leave, but a rustling in the trees made her hand move to the hilt of her sword. She could feel a demonic aura creeping up on her from somewhere in the trees. There was loud crash somewhere to her left, and she drew out Tetsusaiga.
“I can hear you,” Shizuka said. Her hands were tightly wound around the sword’s hilt. She could not let it go. Not this time. “So you might as well come out, you coward!”
The response was immediate. It came crashing through the trees at her, it’s one head rearing out from its coiling body. There was only one head this time, one hooded head scaled in red and black, but Shizuka felt her heart sink just the same. Its fangs dripped with poison, but there was also blood staining its forked tongue.
There was an arrow embedded in the snake’s left eye.
Since it was already injured, the snake wouldn’t be much trouble to get rid of. Shizuka rose up Tetsusaiga and brought it slashing down across her body.
“Wind Scar!” she yelled, and nothing happened. She could feel the demonic energy swirling inside the weapon, but when she tried to attack a second time the result was the same.
“What the hell is going on?” she screamed the sword. “Why won’t you work?!”
The snake came rushing at her, and Shizuka ducked and rolled out of it’s path. She rolled up against her father’s grave marker, warm blood running out from the side her head as she collided with the stone. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and gave a glance toward the snake that was rolling around in the clearing. It was dragging it’s head across the ground trying to dislodge the arrow from its eye. Shizuka looked down at the sword in her hand and felt it pulse.
She screamed as pain erupted in the center of her forehead. She placed her hand flat across her face, and she saw through her fingers as her vision began to take on a reddish tint. She felt as her fangs grew out, becoming too long for her mouth to properly contain. Her hearing became sharper. Every little sound was clearly pronounced, almost deafening. She could hear the snake slithering toward her, the sound of each individual scale as it moved across the ground and the drip of poison and blood from it’s mouth. She took one last look at the sword.
Tetsusaiga, what are you doing to me?
She brought her elongated claws around and caught the snake in its injured eye. With a savage pull, she ripped the eyeball completely out of its orbit. She shielded herself from the sticky downpour that followed by crossing her arms over her head. The snake fell away from her a moment and Shizuka saw that the arrow which had been lodged in the eye had landed at her side. She picked it up and held it to her nose. Underneath the smell of snake was her mother’s scent. Shizuka felt a rage growing within her. The depth of that emotion in her current state seemed limitless.
“What did you do to her?!”
Shizuka ran at the mononoke, landing upon its back. She sunk her claws into its scales to keep the wriggling beast from throwing her off. She then drove the sword into its flesh. She held fast, her heart beating a frantic tattoo against her chest. Tetsusaiga had drawn out her demon, and Shizuka had no idea what to expect.
With a spasm of it’s muscular body, Tetsusaiga was forced out from the snake’s flesh. Shizuka leapt off it back and the snake positioned it’s mouth beneath her. Shizuka smirked, evading the gaping mouth and bringing her claws down upon its head. The power behind her strike was exquisite, something she certainly did not expect to come from within herself. It was the result of her demon swimming so close to the surface, risen to the top by her sentient sword even as she retained her lucidity.
Her demon blood was not something to fear. It was from where her power stemmed in the first place. It was nothing to fear just as her human side was nothing to feel contempt for. Her mother had taught her that a long time ago. Human emotion came easy to her that way, her human heart was something she had been taught to respect. Now Tetsusaiga had shown her the same of her other half.
She drove her claws deeper into the thick skull.
I am youkai like my uncle, she thought to herself. I am human like my mother, I am both, like my father.
Tetsusaiga resonated in her grip. She tore her claws out and brought the sword down, calling upon the Wind Scar. This time, the sword did not fail. Shizuka watched through the yellow light as the snake was torn to pieces. Once the attack had exhausted itself, there was snake skin and innards hanging from the tree branches. She looked towards her father’s grave and saw a bundle of scales resting on it.
She sheathed her sword and could feel her face resume its normal appearance. Her aura quelled. She went to retrieve that arrow, ready to set out and find her mother. It was then that her uncle’s aura hit her. Giving one last glance to her father’s marker, she ran through the woods and towards the taiyoukai’s pulsing aura.
The smell of blood hit her nose before she saw them, and she tread carefully though the mangled bodies of a least a dozen snakes before she came upon her mother and uncle, sitting a few yards away.
Sesshoumaru was curled up against a tree with Kagome in his lap. She looked to be sound asleep, and Shizuka smiled weakly. Perhaps now things would really get back to normal.
She dropped her mother’s arrow at Sesshoumaru’s feet. “You took her hunting, really?”
“Yes,” he said simply. His pulled his claws gently down Kagome’s back, and she stirred slightly in her sleep.
“You were listening to me the entire time, weren’t you?” Shizuka asked.
“Hnn,” the taiyoukai grumbled. He narrowed his eyes, and a sneaky smile touched the corner of his lips. Shizuka’s eyes widened.
Shizuka growled. “You let that thing escape on purpose. You planned that!”
Sesshoumaru shrugged. Shizuka shook her head and stepped past them.
“Keh,” she spat. “I’ll see you at home.”
“Shizuka,” Sesshoumaru called. Shizuka stopped and glanced over her shoulder at him.
“Yeah?”
“We will continue to train your skills,” he said.
“Sure,” she shrugged, and continued on back toward the village.