InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Seperation ❯ Chapter 8

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Hehe. I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack. …That is all. And I'm updating damnit!! Happy Kim and Max?! …You better be. I worked all hard and such on this story for you haha, WHILE juggling this stupid English essay! I can multi-task too! Er…yah. Onward with the story and stuff. The whole reason why we're here haha.

Max's POV

When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't figure out where I was. There were birds chirping outside…or were they just chirping in general, and I was outside? I forced my sleep-heavy eyes open. There was sunlight falling across me from the window above me, and I could smell a fire cracking outside. Yes, outside, since I was in a small little hut. That was when the events of the day before flew back to me.

Sitting up suddenly, I looked around me. Miroku and Sango were both still asleep as far as I could tell from their deep breathing, and Shippo, who was sleeping on top of a pile of hay was muttering something about the unicorns wanting the orange watermelon, not the purple one.

They were all asleep then. So who was making the fire?

Throwing the thin blanket off of myself, I stood up slowly. My clothes were a bit wrinkled from sleeping in them, but not too bad, it gave me a sort of casual look, and my hair hadn't seemed to have changed. At least I didn't look like hell in this alternate universe, or wherever I was. I stepped carefully around the soundly sleeping group, quietly slipping outside, letting out a gentle breath of relief that I hadn't woken any of them up once I got out there. Sure it would have been a hell of a lot of fun to give them a rude awakening, but I just wanted to be by myself for a while, to sort out my thoughts about my situation.

This wasn't to be however, damn it all. Once I looked over to the clearing in front of the hut, I saw who was creating the fire, though I was pretty sure she didn't need it for herself. With the trademark red and white outfit, long black hair and bow and arrows, there was no mistaking who stood in front of me. I gritted my teeth in anger.

“Kikyo.”

Her expression didn't change at all. She simply turned on her heel…and walked into the forest surrounding the hut. I raised an eyebrow and called out after her furiously, needing someone to take my anger out at for being in some dimension other than my own. “HEY! Where the hell do you think you're going?!”

She didn't even turn around as she spoke. “InuYasha is in grave danger. Unless you're going to let him die for trying to come and find you, then I suggest you follow.” She had one of those voices that just made you want to shudder it was so cold.

I was rooted to the spot for a moment. InuYasha? Here? Why would he be? He should be back in Meg's apartment…

“Loser,” I thought to myself. “Kikyo just told you why he's here. He's here to find you, save you, since he thinks you're in danger.”

But why would Kikyo want to help InuYasha? Didn't she want him dead?

I didn't care. If he was in trouble, I didn't give a damn about what Kikyo's motives were. I'd go after him. I loved him.

Making up my mind, I set off after her into the morning mists of the forest.

It's here that, out of all the things that I've been through so far, I can't remember much of. I know that I was following Kikyo…that much was certain. At lengthy intervals I could see her disappear behind a tree just ahead of me, so if she changed direction, so did I. I was beginning to see that this might not exactly be the safest way to go…that perhaps this was all just a plot made up by the priestess for some evil reason. But I found that if I tried to turn back and abandon her to her little run through the forest, the mist had turned into a fog and now surrounded me completely so I couldn't see where to go.

I had no choice but to follow her. Otherwise I'd get lost and probably die of starvation in this forest.

Thing was, I wasn't doing to well WITH Kikyo. I'd tried to turn around numerous times, starting to think that I wasn't safe at all following her, but the fog closed in around me, and it was making me…drowsy. My head spun, and the thicker the fog got, the worse I felt. God…who was I following again? …Where were we going? I couldn't remember…I couldn't remember a thing…my steps started to slow down, and every once and a while I'd stumble…I couldn't think…I couldn't see…there was fog all around me…

The next thing I remember is waking up on the forest floor.

The grass was cool and damp under my head when I finally came to. The fog was gone, and the sun was high in the sky. I had no idea how long I'd been out for, but it was long enough. Kikyo was gone, the fog was gone, and I was completely alone. Not only that, I was covered in mud from head to toe. Apparently I'd fallen into a mud puddle.

I sat up, my hand squishing into the muddy earth. Yep, mud patch all right.

Standing, I looked around me. There, on a log, folded perfectly was some clothing that looked like they'd fit me fine, and a small bag containing enough food to hold me over for a while. Raising my eyebrows, I went over to a small stream nearby. Washing off the mud, I changed into the clothes left there, not caring where they came from, and folding up my own clothes before stuffing them in the bag when the since-eaten food had once been.

The clothes that I'd found there were my exact size, and I now looked like I fit in this place. It was a simple kimono, white top and black bottom, a red sash around my waist, as well as a fairly large dagger. Shrugging, I glanced around me. There were no signs of life anywhere…no…wait…that wasn't true. There were footprints off to the left.

Holding my still-throbbing head, a little of the confusion and disorientation I'd felt earlier still lingering, following the footprints.

I walked along all day, following this same set of footprints, hoping they'd lead me to a village or something like that. What I found around sunset was something that I didn't want to see at all….

There in a clearing in the woods was Kikyo, her bow drawn, eyes filled with loathing…even more than usual. I turned around to see who she was giving that look to, and I stiffened. It doesn't matter what happened. That sight will probably haunt me until the day I die. It still gives me a fair few nightmares, where I wake up sweating, shaking and terrified.

Naraku stood there, some sort of glowing substance coming towards his body, a smirk of triumph playing across his lips. And the light was coming from the unconscious, apparently dead form at his feet. I almost stopped breathing.

InuYasha.

He was bleeding, his eyes were closed, and he wasn't moving.

Everything went kinda funny…they started to go in slow motion…Naraku was saying something, but I didn't know what it was…Kikyo was shouting something back at him, and that light was still being taken from InuYasha…his soul…

I didn't have time to think. All I could do was act. I took out the dagger at my waist and ran, tears blurring from my eyes, my mind set on nothing but killing him, hurting him, doing ANYTHING to take out the pain I felt at seeing InuYasha's body in front of me.

I was only inches away from his face…a moment later and the dagger would be deep in his heart.

Something was different though…his face was changing…he didn't look so evil anymore…he looked….confused…in shock…oh my God…

The illusion that I'd been bewitched to see, the one that Kikyo made me think was real dissolved. For only a split second I saw the tangle of thorns on the ground that had looked like InuYasha's body a moment before, and instead of Naraku…it was InuYasha. The bitch had tricked me. And I couldn't stop. I was too close. There was nothing I could do.

I stabbed him, directly in the heart, crying out even before he fell.

DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN. Tsk Max. Knives are dangerous! Heh, DRAMA!