InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Secret Soul ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

*Disclaimer* I do not own Inuyasha. The world of Inuyasha was created by Rumiko Takahashi. Neither do I own the plot/storyline of the novel I am basing my story off of. I want it to be a surprise, so I won't say it until some people start guessing. But the plot is not my own. The way I right it, and the liberties I take, are my own, as are any OC's that grace the pages. THANK YOU!

 

~Author's Note~

Wow! I'm so glad that so many people have reviewed only after the first two chapters! I, personally, wasn't too thrilled with the second chapter, and have also rewritten this third chapter twice! But I'm glad everyone is liking it so far. This chapter is going to be shorter than the others. I'm sorry for the short chapters (someone mentioned they wished the chapters were longer) but if they're shorter, that only means that I can get them out faster. But in any case, they should get progressively longer, the more in depth the story becomes.

 

For a while I thought I had written myself into a corner with the character choices I had decided upon, so this chapter came about after lots of thinking and problem solving. I hate what I have to do in the coming chapters, but it must be done for story's sake. But I hope you enjoy this chapter. Personally, I like it better than the last.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

The wind blew lightly against her face, sending small tendrils of hair fluttering before her eyes. Sango, pushed them back behind her ear and waited, letting her back rest against the back of the tree. Her legs were straddling the thick branch for balance, and her eyes stayed sharply on the edge of the horizon.

 

Today…he would come home.

 

She had been coming to wait, at the same spot, everyday for the last four days, and she prayed with everything inside of her that this day would be different. What was taking him so long? She knew he should have been back a week ago according to what he said when he left. But Sango had never trusted demons, and the fact that Miroku had gone alone made her sick with worry…not that she would ever let him know that.

 

Sango closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, letting her senses inhale the fresh scent of jasmine and wild flowers. The sun was warm and it was a beautiful day. The light breeze refreshed her warm skin and the leaves made a relaxing rushing sound. Then why were her nerves so agitated? Her brow furrowed slightly and she looked toward the horizon again. This tree held a perfect view of the road for at least five miles. She would be the first to see him if…when he came.

 

She sat up and poised herself, letting her vision focus. Something was coming. In the distance, making its way down the path, came a horse and rider. It was Miroku! Sango smiled and was about to jump down, when she saw something that made her stop. There was another horse following, with a small rider on it, followed by yet another animal, maybe a donkey, caring bundles of who knew what. What was going on? She strained to see the first rider. Judging by the way the clothing looked, even from so far away, it had to be Miroku! But who was with him? Sango frowned, and jumped out of the tree, landing in a perfect crouched position. Running swiftly, taking the shortcut across the field, she made for her home.

 

The hour seemed like an entire day by the time Sango heard the stomp of horses' hooves in front of her small home. She still busied herself with cleaning, dusting off cabinets and wiping the table, though she had been doing so for the last four days. There was some mild commotion when they had entered the village. She knew that people were going to meet them, but she couldn't move to step out of her house. Not five minutes passed before her door opened, and Sango left her back to the door.

 

“Sango! My love! Have you missed me these weeks I've been away?” Oh, his voice was like wine, calming her nerves immediately and leaving her slightly heady, but not enough that she forgot her anger and worry that had accumulated greatly over the last half a week. Her shoulders stiffened, and she faced him with hard eyes and furrowed brow.

 

“Where in the world have you been?! You were supposed to be back days ago!”

 

“Oh, was my delicate flower worried for my safety?” he asked with a smirk that only fueled her rage. She picked up the closest thing to her hand, which happened to be a ceramic cup and threw it with all her might at his face. His quick hand caught it, blocking his reaction, but his voice chimed in a horribly irritating sing song tone. “Testy are we?”

 

Sango closed her eyes as she went rigid, but her nerves shook with anger. How could he possibly act so normal? He had gone to visit demons, powerful beings that for the most part hated humans, and he dared to come back, days after he had promised and talk to her in such a manner! She did her best to keep her voice still, and when she spoke it was laced with an underlying fury.

 

“Get out, now.” Her eyes lifted to his, to see a look of worry and confusion, followed by an expression she couldn't read.

 

“I have someone I would like to introduce to you, and thought that maybe, she could have a home here as well.” Sango's eyes didn't change as she listened. So…he hadn't come just to see her.

 

“I don't know, Miroku,” she said coldly. He closed his eyes and sighed, before lifting his hand in a gesture that called for someone.

 

“I want you to meet Kagome,” he said in a sweet tone. “Kagome, this is Miss Sango.” Out from behind his robes came a little girl in a beautiful lilac kimono, tied at the waist with a white ribbon instead of an obi. The girl looked up at her with large dark eyes and a face that seemed filled with awe. Sango let her anger melt away, and smiled at the child.

 

“It's nice to meet you, Kagome,” she said, holding out her hand. Kagome looked from her, to Miroku and back, before taking the hand offered to her and curtsying formally.

 

“Kagome's a little tired from the trip, and I'm sure she would like to rest,” Miroku said softly, letting a hand rest on top of the girl's head. “May she lie down for a little while?” Sango nodded, and, keeping hold of the girl's hand, led her into an adjoining room where her futon lay. The girl was asleep almost the moment she laid down. Sango gently smoothed the girl's hair off her forehead, and left the room, sliding the door silently shut. Back in the main room, she came face to face with Miroku.

 

“Did I worry you that much?” he asked softly, holding a hand out to her. Sango closed her eyes and simply nodded her head, but she did not go to meet him. Within seconds his arms closed around her and pulled her against him, holding her gently and caressing her…yes, caressing her back.

 

“I'm sorry to have worried you. Meeting Kagome was completely unexpected, and it took longer to make preparations home than anticipated.” Sango buried her face into his neck, taking in his scent of herbs and musk. Her arms wrapped around his waist and her hand fisted into his clothing. They stayed that way for a while, enjoying each other's warmth and presence, until of course, Sango felt that accursed hand of his!

 

With a red handprint on his face, and Sango sitting a good distance from him, Miroku began to tell her of Kagome's situation. She listened quietly, and completely understood the imperativeness that she be removed and brought back at once.

 

“Of course she can stay with me,” she said, once he finished. “But her power…I don't know how to handle that. I can train her in fighting and battle, but in spiritual power… That's something that you will have to take care of.”

 

“I had thought as much,” Miroku sighed. “She is a bright girl, and has the chance for a bright future…one that maybe…” Miroku paused and looked at her, his eyes more serious than she had ever seen them. “…that maybe we could give her…together.” Sango felt her eyes fill with tears and she smiled. The distance between them was too much, and she closed it quickly, running and crashing into him, knocking him to the ground.

 

The kiss they shared, lying on the ground was passionate and meaningful, filled with a hunger that only the other could fill. In her heart, Sango rejoiced…and for once, she didn't even mind Miroku's wandering hand.

 

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Kagome loved her new friends more than she could have ever imagined. They were married, and she lived with them, like a real family. Sango taught her many things, including how to defend herself against demon attacks, and how to run a household. Kagome all ready knew the many civilities and customs of demons, but had very little knowledge of how the human world worked. This was her reliance on Sango, the beautiful young woman that took her in without a second thought.

 

Miroku, on the other hand, began to open new worlds in terms of spiritual power and spiritual subjects. He knew dialects, both human and demon, and prized himself even in a knowledge of what he called mandarin. Her power was growing, and she learned to harness it. He even taught her to combine the power she possessed with the archery taught to her by Sango. She prayed daily, and trained steadily. He taught her the languages and dialects she knew, and she soaked it in, loving every minute of it.

 

Soon she seemed to be revered by the people of the village. At the age of thirteen, with the help of Sango and Miroku, she defended the village successfully against a hoard of rat demons. She had even been able to create a barrier around the village, protecting it, while she fought. She was also revered for her beauty, but most of the villagers stayed away from her. It was not out of fear, but out of respect for a priestess. So, all in all, she only had Miroku and Sango in her life.

 

Until a day came that changed everything. Well, it was two days, in actuality. The first being the beginning of hope, and the second… It was too painful to even think about. But that first day, no one had any thoughts but of happiness and excitement…a day when Kagome was seventeen years old.

 

She came home after a long day of reading scrolls and deciphering more scrolls, and was ready for a quiet evening. She walked in to see Miroku, tears in his eyes as he held Sango tightly against him.

 

“What's wrong!?” she asked, immediately worried, before her senses kicked in. When they did, it was to tell her that these were not tears of sadness, but tears of joy.

 

“Kagome,” Miroku said, smiling through his tears, “Nothing's wrong.” He turned Sango in his arms, and she smiled as well, almost laughing with happiness.

 

“Kagome,” she said, placing a hand on her stomach. “I'm going to have a baby!” Kagome, though only slightly shocked, smiled and ran to her family. She knew in her heart that things were going to change. But the moment her hands wrapped around and touched her dearest friend and companion, a horrible sense of foreboding entered her soul. She didn't know how to put it, and she said absolutely nothing about it. She only pushed it to the back of her mind and rejoiced with her family.

 

Nine months later, when Kagome was eighteen, the second day that would change everything came. And Kagome's sense of foreboding, which had never gone away, became crystal clear.

 

END OF CHAPTER

 

 

~Second Author's Note~ Oh! I forgot to mention a big congratulations to Kamalakali (on mediaminer.org) for knowing the book this is based on! The great novel is of course, Jane Eyre which was written by Charlotte Bronte, who deserves all the credit for the main plot of my story. Yes, I am taking artistic license with it and changing a few things here and there, but I think it's for the best in terms of the characters I have decided upon. (example: Jane was poor and friendless with no one, Kagome has Miroku and Sango as role models to look up to. All this is to try to keep Kagome in her optimistic, loving character, since she was loved, yet to try to combine it with some of the trials that Jane had to go through. All confusing I know, so forgive my babbling.)

 

I talk to much! Please review/comment and let me know what you thought, liked, or hated about this chapter or the story in general. Reviews make me happy! Thanks, and hope you enjoyed it!

 

~chosuki