InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Roads to Ruin ❯ A Time to Heal, A Time to Forgive ( Chapter 3 )

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Part three Roads to Ruin



A Time to Heal, A Time to Forgive

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The rain had let up slightly, still coating the ground in a thick layer of water seeping into pools of still green water. The skies churned with thick grey clouds as the day waned and fell, letting the blanket of night smother the light. The rain washed down gutters mounted on slopping roofs covered in soot and rust, flooding the poorly maintained cobblestone roads.

The air was laden with the smell of wood smoke, rain and the cold wind of winter chasing its heels. The resent rains washed out the colors so the town was turned into a watercolor painting that had been left in the sun too long. The houses were of pale white and grey wood, long pale brick chimneys spouted lazy curls of smoke.


Somewhere barely outside the realm of night just as the sun glimmers its last before setting into a pool of blood tainted by the clouds of black and grey, serpents of silver sprout wings of electricity and dive among the sinister darkness of shadows that well from the earth and sky.

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Inuyasha groaned through tightly clenched teeth, feeling the warm, coppery fluid flow down his throat. The pain swamped his senses; a burning wildfire that left dying sparks of raw tattered nerves in its hot wake. He griped the soft covers tightly, his claws piercing the material as the waves of pain pierced his very being.

He became faintly aware of a low moaning sound, the sound of a grievously wounded animal bubbling from his own throat. His mind enshrouded by a haze of shadows and scarlet, phantoms danced there to unheard cords as he was seeped in raw agony and grisly trauma brought on by his wounds. The light seemed to flicker, dancing gently and swaying like an open flame in the plain of darkness. But the wounded half-demon shied away from it, sensing the new agony it would bring, therefore, preferring to stay in the deep nothingness of unconscious.

Something cold was pressed against his lips. He stirred from his sleep long enough to gulp the cool water that was offered, his wounds protesting as he moved. It washed away the parched dryness in his throat and settled heavily in his stomach. He coughed several times as it tried to flow down his windpipe, his body jerking slightly.

He settled back down as the hand holding his head off the soft pillow gently let him back down, his silvery hair making a halo around him. His golden eyes were but half-opened and unseeing in the soothing darkness of the small hut. The air was warm and filled with the smells of herbs and wood smoke and the more underlying comforting smell of his friend’s closeness.

He couldn’t recall the events of the last few days, much less how he had gotten here. All he could remember was pain and fear.

He merely laid there, doing nothing but to try to keep the meager amount of water down as his insides revolted.

Something warm snuggled against him, a hand rested on his chest on the stark white bandages. He went stiff in fear; his eyes flew open as he instinctively pulled the covers closer around him as if it could create a barrier from the night. A few tears leapt to his eyes.

“ Inuyasha? ” a sleepy voice reached his ears as they swiveled to catch it.

“ Kagome... how..” it came out as a harsh whisper.

He couldn’t remember how he had gotten here. The last thing he could remember was sinking his teeth into Miroku’s arm before passing out.

Kagome moved her hand from his chest to his forehead, gently moving the strands of silvery-white aside. His fever still hadn’t dropped despite the few days he had been in the healer’s home.

“ We brought you to a healer’s, a few days ago. You’ve been asleep since then.” she whispered, silently thanking Kirara’s sharp senses. They headed out shortly after the rain had halted, hoping the trail had not been washed away.

Even in the dark she could see the fear that lingered there, deep in the once golden eyes that had turned a pale amber.

“ Inuyasha, what happened to you?” She reached up and stroked his hair, letting it fall through her fingers, and admiring the soft fluidness of the strands, each one gleaming in the pale light like pure silver. Carefully she reached over to the small table, picking up a cloth that was soaking in cold water and lightly wiped the sweat from his forehead and chest, trying to bring the fever down some. His face was pale and filled with tension, even under her light touch.

He had refused any help from the kind old woman or any of the others; he allowed only her to help. He had a good grip on the fire rat pelt and wouldn’t let loose easily. It took some convincing in the end. The old bandages were stained in old dried blood and sweat. She winced at the memory as it floated back to the surface; he cried every time she had to touch his wounds, even to clean them.

The wounds had been horrendous, all deep. His skin had been torn away in several places, revealing sheets of red muscle over his abdomen, and a few of the demons claws that’d penetrated deeply into his gut, causing him no end of pain. His chest was just as badly off, the deep gashes lay his bone exposed to the light. His breaths came in shallow gasps; the sound of bone grinding against bone followed each one.

She hated to see him in so much pain. He groaned under her fingers, his ears going flat against his head. He whimpered softly to the uncaring darkness as few tears slipped free, falling to the pillow.

She swathed his heated skin with the damp cloth, cooling his fever, watching as his facial muscles relax and the tension drain slowly from his body.

“ Try to sleep a little, Inuyasha..”

He nodded slightly, letting his eyes close, slipping back into the deep nothingness.

The soft rain beat a soft rhythm on the wooden roof, absorbing the near painful silence of the room.

She stroked his soft ears, noting his breathing evened out slightly. Even now, he was still beautiful. His sharp chin, soft ears, the shimmering strands of silver hair, and his eyes.. the deep golden expressive eyes that gave away his every emotion. Like mirrors to his soul.

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Miroku slumped down against the wall, his dark hair falling into his eyes, no longer finding the strength to move. Too tired to cry anymore as it ate him alive inside, he couldn’t face any of them; not now.

He didn’t move or respond even as Sango’s warm dry hands took his own wet, cold ones into hers. She could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath as she cradled his cold form.

“ Damn Naraku. Damn him to what ever dark hell awaits to him for doing this. ” The young monk only went limp in her grasp, but she let him rest his head on her shoulder as the dark warmth of the room settled around the pair like a cloak. Damn him for torturing them like that.

The dread name was the only thing she had gotten out of him in over an hour before he simply fell silent.

“ None of this was your fault; never think that. Naraku was controlling you.” If he heard her quiet words he didn’t respond. He only moved closer to her, seeking some comfort.

Sango held him tightly, letting her tears fall in the night.

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Shippo lay curled in a tight ball in a bundle of Inuyasha’s kimono on the floor, finally giving into his tiredness. Frankly, he craved it. After having a near fit of hysterics seeing Sango and Miroku carry in the wet limp mass that was Inuyasha.. yes, he did. A few tears shimmered a path down his face before falling unnoticed as he burrowed deeper into the warm mass of fur smelling of Inuyasha .

Kirara sat in the far corner, her eyes never leaving Sango and the monk, she knew something was wrong but dint know what and this bothered her greatly. She watched them, forgoing even needed sleep to watch over her mistress as the dark night marched on and the dawn just scraped at the sky with its warmth hidden behind the mass of clouds as the cold winter flowed on.


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