InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Resurgence ❯ Chapter 2

Blanket Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha or any of the characters therein. They are the property of Rumiko Takahashi, and she does a beautiful job!

 

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

Everything was perfect. The halls were decorated to my exact orders. The stables were in fascinating condition. The yard was trimmed and frazzled, and the food was spectacular. All that we needed now… was my father.

 

My plan would work out perfectly you see, because I would know how to get my father away from the home in enough time for the finishing touches to be added for when he walked through the gates.

 

Now, I just had to wait.

 

I have never been a very patient person. The practical side of me would always scream that I could get things done faster if I did them to my expense, but I have always heard that good things come to those that wait, and for that goodness to come… I will.

 

I wanted nothing more than to see him walk through those iron arches, making his way finally from his long arduous journey, but I also knew that I wanted him to be safe, for his safety matter more to me then most others. He was my only living blood relative after all.

 

I saw the first horse cross into the estate grounds and my heart leaped in my chest, “He's home,” I called to the house as I ran through our white immaculate door.

 

My feet didn't seem to carry me as fast as I wanted to go; no doubt, it had to do with the fifteen pound dress I was forced to wear being from royal blood, but at times such as these, I wish that one could wear whatever they chose to, and not what someone from royal standing demanded they wear.

 

I made my way passed the shrubbery at the edge of our estate. This was my perfect opportunity; he would know nothing of the sort about his surprise that lay in waiting. All that was needed was my prompt, and the household was to get to work as soon as we were out of sight.

 

I caught him making his way up the ridge. He looked almost the same as the day he had left. His dark brown hair was slightly longer, and he was acquiring a few grey spots, but he still looked like my father. Even though six months had passed, and there was no word or sight of him, I still could take in remembrance every detail as if it were yesterday.

 

He made his way down the ridge, his tall cobalt stallion ever the proud and regal horse. He was my father's favorite, which also lead to, Montes', the horses' attitude problem.

 

I had never in my life met a horse which thought he, himself, were king until Montes walked pompously around the estates field.

 

The horse walked up so rightly, so tall and true, that he only allowed my father to ride on his back.

 

The horse was certainly true to his blood.

 

The ridge became darker. The sun hid behind the gray pillows in the sky. The richly green grass becoming more surreal with the way the clouds foreshadowed our grounds.

 

My brow furrowed, “there is a storm in the making,” I stated to no one in particular as I assessed the weather. `I guess that leaves plan B,' I thought grimily. At least Sango and I had discussed an alternative, just in case something to this magnitude would happen and we were forced under roofing.

 

He cut sight of me, “Kagome,” he hollered, his face lighting up at seeing me just below the ridge.

 

I smiled confidently back at him, my legs carried me as swiftly as they could over to my father, the blasted skirt making my journey in no way easier.

 

My father chuckled at me. He jumped off his horse and met me half way. We embraced in front of all the other men, but I could really care less.

 

I took in a deep breath, trying to obtain his scent to memory. `He still smells the same,' I thought happily. His scent reminding me so much of the forest and stables with just a tad of mint, he was his own scent all together.

 

“Oh father, I've missed you,” I mumbled into his chest. My voice clouded from me snuggling deeper into his warm body. I was so happy that I never wanted to let him go.

 

He pulled my head closer to him, “I know. I've missed you too,” he replied as he kissed the top of my head.

 

My lip trembled as my eyes misted over. `I told myself that I would not cry,' I admonished myself as I felt the tears slide down my face.

 

He pulled back from me, a smile on his face, but once he caught sight of the tears, shock overcame his features before his kind smile once more returned, “Now, now,” he replied as he wiped away my tears.

 

I could only let out a broken chuckle, trying desperately to get my emotions under control, “Let us go for a walk,” I asked as I took his hand in my own and began to lead him to the forest path.

 

He stood still, “I just returned Kagome,” he teased lightly, his stance having no real ground as I began to pull him after me.

 

“It will only be a quick one,” I replied as I placed my arm around his waist. Behind his back I swirled my arm around twice, signaling to Sango that we were going with plan B.

 

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The forest path was aligned with flowers of every color, the spring decorations coming in nicely.

 

I watched my feet travel on the worn dirt path.

 

We embraced the silence in the air, feeling completely comfortable with just being around each other. Words were useless as we trekked further into the woods.

 

“So,” my father started, clearing his throat. “How is my little girl,” he asked teasingly.

 

I rolled my eyes, “I am no longer a little girl, remember,” I asked with a smile on my face as I turned to face him.

 

He let out a long sigh, “One could only wish,” he replied sadly, a grin covering his face.

 

I lightly pushed his shoulder, “Oh stop,” I called to him, shaking my head.

 

We slowed our pace, coming to the small lake inside the wooded earth.

 

He gestured to the small marble bench. I followed his hand and made to sit down, my father sitting right beside me.

 

I inhaled deeply, allowing the fresh air to clean my lungs. “It's so peaceful out here,” I replied quietly, not wanting to interrupt the serene moment.

 

My father sighed in his humble agreement.

 

We watched as a family of ducks danced across the surface of the water. The small ducklings keeping in perfect alignment with their mother.

 

“How was the trip,” I asked him softly, still gazing at the placement of ducks.

 

He chuckled lightly, “As it always is.” He turned to face me, “How are the wooing men doing? Any luck,” he chuckled at his joke.

 

I couldn't help the small smile that graced my features or the inevitable rolling of my eyes, “Our court is much too coy for my taste,” I replied lightheartedly.

 

He shook his head at that, “Ah, so we must find a man that causes ruckus in every way he goes,” he chuckled.

 

I put my hand to my chin, showing him that I was thinking his proposal over. I lightly nodded my head, “Yes, I think that would be just fine,” I replied with a smile on my face.

 

He looked at me with the biggest smile crossing his face as he embraced me in a hug, “Never do what you feel is not for you,” he told me seriously.

 

The smile left my face; I softly nodded my head in concurrence with him. “I won't,” I assured him just as serious.

 

The wind then began to pick up. My father pulled away from me as he studied the sky. “A big storm is in the making,” he assessed, his eyes gazing at the dark gray clouds overhead.

 

I nodded my agreement, “I suppose we should head back,” I replied sighing loudly.

 

He gave me his hand to help me up, as his chuckle reached my ears, “Ever the idealist,” he replied rolling his eyes.

 

I shrugged my shoulders, “What can I reply, I learned from the best,” I shot back, grinning up at him.

 

He shook his head gently in the negative, “You are all your mother,” he replied with a smile on his face.

 

My eyes softened at this, “It's been so long,” I thought into the forest as we began to travel back to our estate, taking the same path that led us here.

 

He was silent for a long moment. I was starting to wander if he'd heard me or not, but his soft reply took me off guard, “she would have been proud of you.”

 

I felt my lip tremble. My late mother died ten years ago, just shy of my eighth birthday, and although I was old enough to know her, with age my memory began to fade, and along with those memories my mother began to tread out of my life.

 

My father telling me something that I often wondered brought tears to my eyes. Only those that knew her, like my father or her brother and a few others could I really appreciate her memory from. Her loved ones were all I had left to keep her memory alive in my heart, for who she loved…I loved also.

 

I embraced him in a hug. My breath coming in short inhales as I tried to keep the happy tears from overwhelming my body. “We must do this again soon,” I requested with my head over his heart.

 

His strong beat pumping as if he were as healthy as his horse.

 

He brought me closer in his hug, “Tomorrow then,” he promised, keeping my head on his chest.

 

I nodded it uneasily. Pulling myself from him, I wiped at the few tears that trickled down and smiled up at him as I took his hand.

 

I led him the rest of the way back to our estate, his hand never leaving my own.

 

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Just on the perimeter of the iron gates I began to make haste, my footfalls coming faster and faster as I longed for his celebration to begin.

 

My father took notice of my urgency. He tightened his grasp on my hand, “What ever is the rush, dear,” he asked me confused with a small amount of humor in his voice.

 

My eyes widened. I deliberately slowed my pace, I truly did not want to give anything away, “Sorry,” I replied uneasily. “I suppose I was just trying to make it back home before the storm blew in,” I told him in a confident voice.

 

He apparently understood my concern, because he nodded his head in agreement, “Let us make haste then,” he replied as he began to travel as fast as I was without my insistent pulling.

 

We were within two hundred feet of our shrub line when the noise of the festivities reached our ears.

 

My father slowed his pace. He turned to look at me, his confusion evident in his blue-green eyes, silently asking me if I heard the commotion as well.

 

A small grin began to spread across my face as I pulled his hand along with me. My father silently followed.

 

Just as we passed the tree line, coming into view of all the members of our household: my fathers friends, our servants and maids, a joint, “Welcome home,” reached our ears.

 

His step immediately halted. He was glued to his place as his face registered shock on every surface, his mouth hanging agape. Then after looking over the people, the dressed yard, the cleaned barn with the dinner table inside and the musicians gathered therein, my father turned to me with a smile on his face. He reached for my hand and gathered me in a hug, kissing the top of my head, “Thank you,” he replied lovingly to me.

 

I tightened my hold on him, “You're worth it, papa,” I replied back to him in the servants used name for their fathers. Only when I felt strongly about something, I knew there was no other way to show him my love then to call him that one simple nickname.

 

His hold on me tightened only a fraction before he pulled back, he gazed smiling into my face before he turned back to our guest. “I like to thank you all for coming. I am delighted that everyone went through so much just to welcome me home,” he told them. His voice perfectly articulate, a true member of the royal household. “Let the celebrations begin,” he called to them, his arms spreading over the field, gesturing to the music and food with a huge grin on his face.

 

I could only stand and watch.

 

My father was home.

 

Everything would be perfect now.

 

 

 

A/N: So, I have been looking over other stories on this site, and I was thinking about how there are so many new ones. I love it! Of course, not all of the stories are great, but there are some good new stories out there. I would encourage everyone to give some of the new authors a chance…like me ;-) We are all just coming into our own. It is hard to make some good fiction when you have great stories to compete with, but I think some of the new stuff will give the others a run for their money.

 

On a more exciting note, for everyone that has not heard, they are finishing the InuYasha anime. They listed it in one of the magazines, not exactly sure which one at the moment…but it is out there! I was really excited to hear this news, and I hope everyone else is as well. I think it will make us all remember how uncomfortable and shy InuYasha really is. With all these new stories (I am to blame on this too), he is usually cocky and a ladies man…I think it will be a wonderful wake-up call.

 

As always thank you so much for reading! I love that my views are going up with each story that I make. Writing has become one of my passions, and although I am not great…I hope to be able to reach a good point where my literature draws more people in. I would love to be able to make a good book and have the chance to say, “That was my story!”

 

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