InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Pride (In the Name of Love) ❯ Chapter 138 ( Chapter 138 )

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Pride (In the Name of Love) 138 / ??
Written by Jezz-Ra
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A/N – Just when you thought you'd finally gotten rid of me and that I was dead and gone or something...so much has happened since the last time I could write.  I moved house (twice), took care of my grandmother during her last year, helped out my father...and numerous other things that took up a great deal of my time.  Things are finally starting to settle down a bit and I'm mostly unpacked and set up.  I've been feeling very guilty about not having finished this and I never intended to abandon it...but my muse abandoned me.  So...while I cannot promise y'all frequent updates, I can at least make the attempt to update at all!  

I'm very out of practice, so I apologize if my lame self beta misses several things.  Figured something was better than nothing, get back into the groove.  Without further ado, here goes nothin.-------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------

"Miroku! Vake UP!"

Miroku let out a low groan and shifted a bit before slowly allowing one eye to open and regard his lover.  Sairex was, against all odds, not only awake this early in the morning but looked exceedingly cheery and excited.  The two of them had spent most of the past couple weeks exhausted - the desert heat was far from what either of them were used to and had taken a heavy toll.  They spent most of the time when Sairex wasn't attending his would-be worshippers catching snatches of restless slumber.   Even under the most normal of circumstances back home, however, it was unheard of for the raven to wake up in any way short of grudgingly - he openly despised mornings. "What is it?  What time is it?"

"Da zun is going to come up zoon, but dat's not important right now.  I tink I've found a vay for us to get home."

That brought Miroku quickly to a sitting position and he rubbed a few remaining traces of sleep from his eyes.  "What? Really? How?"

Sairex gave him a smug look.  "Vell, I admit dat da tests I've been able to run zo far have been limited.  But anyvay, even if I broke dis amulet..." Here the raven winced a bit, gesturing to the pendant that had brought them out here in the first place, now bereft of its holy magic.  "Even if I broke dis, da power of one prieztess is hardly da only ting dat has ever tranzcended da laws of time and zpace.  I vas using it as a focus, but dere are other tings I can use.  Tink about it.  Dat vell of Kagome's, da Bone Eater's Vell, is just one more focus.  It exists in both times, tying da two of dem together."

"I doubt we're going to find a magical well here in the middle of the desert.  We aren't even sure where we are, forget about WHEN."

Sairex snorted at that.  "Kaaa, of course ve von't.  But dat's not da point, you're mizzing it.  Da reason da vell vorks like it does is because it's zpecial.  It's imbued vith power, and da fact dat it exists in both times, da zame in ezzence, makes it tranzcend da laws of time.  It's a rock in da river.  Time moves around it, changing vhat flows past vhile slowly chipping avay at it.  Zome day, it vill be zvept up into da river...but for now, it remains.  Zo all ve have to do is find zometing dat is here and ztill remains in our own time to use as part of a focus."

"Well, our best guess, having looked at things and done what little research we could, puts this place far before even your birth, Sairex.  That puts this place well over three thousand years and change into the past.  At least.  How many things do you think we're likely to stumble upon that have survived that long?"  Miroku's voice trailed off, his argument losing steam as he noted the undaunted exaltation in Sairex's gaze.  "Oh.  I see.  You must have already found something."

Sairex cackled and patted the wall he was leaning against.  "Dis whole place, Miroku...dis temple, da city....maybe not all of da city, but a lot of it....dere is a force here dat I do not underztand.  Zometing dat is ancient even now zleeps here.  Many ley-lines of da vorld are tangled about here.  Deep magic.  Powerful magic.  Dis place is....vatched over.  Or, at da very least, da latent energy vill keep its imprint even troo to our own time."

Miroku shifted a bit uneasily at the thought.  He was thrilled at the prospect of having found a potential route back home, to their own time, of course.  But he was wary at the thought of messing with an ancient power that they knew nothing about....and he was wary of the gleam in Sairex's yellow eyes, knowing full well that his lover was wholly and perhaps dangerously interested in poking and prodding it with a proverbial stick.  He remembered all too well how interested Sairex had been in examining his wind tunnel from the inside, a memory that still made him cringe inwardly in horror.  It was difficult to weigh his options here.  "Alright, granted, that could be entirely correct.  So even supposing that this very temple exists even in our day and you can use it as a focus to pull us out of the timestream so we can find the right place to jump back in it...how will you know when, indeed, we need to jump?  How can we pinpoint our own time?"

Sairex nodded, having apparently already thought of this too.  "Vell, I had to tink about dat one a bit myzelf, but den I realized dat da oppozite vas true.  Juzt as ve can use dis temple as a focus dat vill be in both places at once, dere are tings dat are bound to us dat exist in our time and no other.  Our daughter carries my own blood.  Even more directly, dat bloodztone ve made to cage your vind tunnel carries da blood of us both, far more directly.  Dere is no other like it, can never be.  It is distinct, unique, and bound to us.  From dere, I zhould be able to branch out a little bit and find pretty much exactly vhere ve zhould be."

Miroku paused for a long moment to roll the idea around in his head.  He had a working knowledge of how spells, both his own spiritual powers and some of Sairex's more arcane abilities, were put together.  While he'd never interfered with anything of this scope - and, truth be told, didn't really want to - it seemed logical enough.  A thrill of hope went through him, despite his efforts to keep himself calm.  He didn't want to be disappointed if the spell failed...or worse.  This was not something to take lightly.  "How sure are you this will work?"

Sairex's expression became more serious as he noted the gravity of the monk's tone.  "Qvite.  I'm villing to ztake my life on it."

The monk eyed the raven for a moment before finally nodding and standing up, stretching before moving to get dressed.  "Alright, then.  We've spent enough time here.  I'm sure everyone is worried about us back home, and we can't expect them to deal with Aliana's terrorism all by themselves."

Sairex chuckled softly at that thought.  "Oh, I'm zure zhe's been running poor Toga ragged.  Zhe really likes him and he zeems like a big kid himzelf vhen da two of dem get going."  The raven stood and stretched his arms over his head, then flexed and refolded his wings.  "Alright.  I'll zee about getting dis zpell together.  It might take a vhile zince I have to do everyting by memory."

Miroku nodded.  "I'll go inform your rabid worshippers that you are not keeping audience today and that they'll just have to come back another time or some such thing."

Sairex nodded, already distracted, and set about clearing the floor before and digging through the supplies they'd found until he came up with a piece of chalk.  He settled into the laborious task of creating his spell circle as Miroku left to go turn away their daily gathering.

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Miroku stood next to Sairex, looking over the circle the raven had drawn.  "How do you remember all of these symbols and lines and whatnot without a diagram to work from?  I never could.""Vith tree tousand years of practice maybe you could.  Dis is just a ztandard zpell amplification.  I've probably drawn it a million times over da course of my life.  Now hang on to me.  I don't vant to risk us being zeperated."

Miroku smiled and immediately insinuated himself behind the raven, hooking his arms around Sairex's slender waist and pulling him back against his own body, leaning forward to purr in his ear.  "Like this?"Sairex's cheeks flushed and he rolled his eyes a bit.  "Vell, I zuppose zo, but you might vant to make very zure you do not diztract me....and dat is very distracting."

Miroku smirked but relented a bit, not molesting his lover but not letting go of him either.  "How long will this take?""I zhouldn't tink it vill take dat long."  So saying, the raven began a low murmured chant.  As his voice began to lift in the familiar rhythm of the words of power, various chalk runes and lines lit up until the entire circle was glowing a vibrant shade of electric purple.  Miroku felt the power building around them.  The room seemed to suddenly twist and melt, the lines and edges blurring indistinctly before spiraling out  and leaving them falling into a rush of empty, blue black space.  Sairex let out a low gasp and clutched at Miroku's robes.  The monk couldn't even manage that much  as  everything seemed to whip by them in a blur.  They were moving fast, impossibly fast, pinpoints and streaks of light exploding all around them.

Beneath them...or was it above them? Around them?...Space was distorted, it was impossible to make sense of such a mundane concept as 'direction'...something moved.  Something huge and immeasurably ancient shifted.  The last thing Miroku saw before he lost consciousness was  twin white slits opening in the bizarre twilit whirl, like huge and burning eyes of white fire set in a blaze of shimmering gold.

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Everything felt so calm and soothing.  Sairex let out a soft, disoriented sigh as he felt the pressure on his body.  The wind was moving over him in a cool but insistent caress.   His wings twinged a bit painfully, jerked roughly about, the occasional feather flying free.  The sound of madly flapping cloth echoed distantly in his ears.  But it was mostly calm...it felt almost like flying.

Flying?...

Sairex forced his eyes open as he struggled to regain his senses, confused and out of touch with reality.  His eyes popped much wider as he realized that he was indeed airborne, clutching to Miroku as the two of them plunged in a free-fall headfirst towards the distant, madly spinning ground.  The raven sucked in another breath of air that seemed unsatisfying, too thin, barely sufficient for the task.  A quick look at Miroku showed his mate to be unconscious, although they had managed to remain tangled up together throughout it all.

Sairex let out an alarmed choke, struggling to free himself a bit from Miroku's grasp and get himself better situated.  They were falling way, way too fast and the ground was getting closer at an alarming rate.  Were he alone, the raven knew it would be a relatively minor issue to get his wings spread properly and pull out of the dive.  However, he was very much not alone and the thought of abandoning his lover to crack like an egg never crossed his mind, despite the fact that he knew he couldn't hope to support the weight of them both.

Sairex wormed his way around behind Miroku, taking care not to lose his grip on the monk, imagining briefly, terribly, of watching his lover spin away into the air to fall alone.  He hooked his arms under Miroku's and spread his wings, letting out a small gasp as the wind snapped them open and back painfully, erasing his attemptts at control for a terrifyingly long moment.  

With some effort, he managed to pull them out of their headfirst plunge so they were falling more spread-eagled, the air resistance increasing and taking the edge off their descent, using his wings to create as much of a draft as possible as his eyes madly scanned the hilly terrain beneath them.  They were headed for a grassy knoll, and Sairex could do little but pray that he could muster the strength to prevent the both of them from exploding on impact.

As the ground sped towards them, the raven shifted his grip and let his wings close some.  At the last moment he snapped them back out, pulling them into a swooping glide, careening madly over the ground for a few feet before crashing.  The raven twisted so his body would take more of the impact.  They hit and sailed over the edge of the hill, bouncing and rolling wildly, the thick grass and damp ground providing meager padding.

Their wicked tumble halted as Sairex slammed into a tree near the base of the hill.  Much of their momentum had been stolen by that point, but the impact was still tremendous.  Sairex felt a tearing pain in his back that turned into a dull explosion at the base of his neck as his body hit and whipped back flat against the tree, a terrific crack sounding in his ears.  The pain vaporized in an instant.  He had a brief moment to wonder if maybe they hadn't survived the fall after all - and wouldn't that be their luck, to make it back home...if this was indeed back home... only to be found as a pair of corpses a while later? -  all before his vision flickered out completely and he lost consciousness.

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A/N - I know, I know...back for one chapter and I'm already abusing everyone.  More details of their little trip will be revealed eventually.  Please review, so I know if I have some people interested in picking this bad boy back up!  
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