InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stronger Than Death ❯ Humble Beginnings ( Chapter 1 )

Stronger Than Death

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Summary: The nightmares speak to her His nearing death runs rampant in his mind.. Two cursed, the wind tunnel. With so much power, neither can control it.

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By: Brittney

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Chapter One: Humble Beginnings

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I have always questioned my sanity. I lived the first twelve years of my life training under the guide of a drunk, and the next five parading around Japan looking for an evil spider half breed and a woman to bear a son. Does that even sound remotely normal? But what is normal, if only a figment of imagination of the supposed life that was absolutely perfect. But then again, who decided what was normal, and how things should be. What a twisted lie we live. You're always supposed to have the perfect harvest, loving wife, strong courageous sons, and maybe a pretty daughter that would interest a young Lord and marry into a rich family.

So, what did I have, you might ask. A peppy teenage girl from the future, a cocky, loudmouthed half dog-demon, a perky little fox cub, and a skilled female warrior with her rare breed of cat demon. Oh how the gods have blessed me. The teenage age girl was too busy fixating over the half demon to notice anything else in the world. The half demon couldn't decide between a dead priestess from fifty years ago and the very much alive girl from five hundred years in the future. He has a way with women doesn't he. The warrior would only look at me during a battle or when I had grabbed one of her many assets, and that was just a glance . . . or a punch. Either way you look at it, I think I'm crazy to even try to fit in.

I could see the way they looked at me. They were staring in fear, fear of my wind tunnel. And the ones that didn't stare, stared in fear the most. I could feel the false sense of security in their aura. They were pushing themselves not to fear the day that it would break free and suck in everything in its path. To tell you the truth, so was I. I could feel the chaos and power surge through my arm every time I let it run free. It was aching to go, ready for that final release of the containing spell sealed around it to take its master in. It made me sick but I pushed on, controlling my fear under my cool disposition.

I was dying and that pretty much was it. I wasn't going to sit there and feel sorry for myself, though I'd rather curl up in a ball and pray that Naraku and the wind burden would leave. It was my burden and my strength. A variety of demons have fallen under the power of the wind tunnel. Where they went, I didn't know, but I would find out sooner or later. It's amazing, don't you think. The curse given to my grandfather had killed him and my father, and here I was flaunting it around as a special power. Then another thought arose, were they still alive in the other dimension, if they hadn't died yet. Would I be alive when I get there. That would be my luck wouldn't it. Stuck in limbo waiting for starvation to claim myself, all the while remaining there with no proper burial, just darkness to consume my body.

Had I always been this dark minded. No, I had some innocence from my childhood preserved in my memories which kept me cheerful, and I use that word loosely. People think that childhood was such a happy time. Full of joy and innocence. Twisted, huh. They forget the bad things and drown them out with the good memories in fear of not being the innocent being children were derived to be. They held the memories of the good times with them to cope with the adult years, always reminiscing about the fake paradise in the past. They had forgotten pain and sorrow, seeing them as feelings children weren't supposed to have experienced.

I remembered everything. The fear of waking up in bed to find myself in another dimension or on my way to it. The loneliness of being by myself in the world except for Mushin and Hachi. Some friends, they didn't understand, they didn't live with the memory of watching your father get sucked up into his own wind tunnel because he didn't find Naraku in time. They didn't live shrouded in sorrow knowing they would leave his friends crying for him before he was sucked into the infinite opaqueness of death. They just didn't understand.

I could feel the others stirring, getting ready for another day of joyous shard hunting. I inwardly hoped that some one would fall ill, I had that fox in mind as he sauntered over to my motionless form.

" Hey Miroku, Inuyasha says to get up and get ready to leave."

The temptation of me sucking him into the wind tunnel made me laugh, but I knew better.

" Okay." I reluctantly got up from the oh so comfortable tree trunk I had slept against and brushed some imaginary dust of my black and purple robes, hoping that I would sink into them and disappear. I looked to see Kagome mindlessly making breakfast, ramen. She only made it to please Inuyasha. To tell you the truth, just hearing something that even sounded like ramen made me want to throw up. I grimaced as she handed me a cup. I waved my hand as the most eloquent way to say no at the moment. Shippo gladly took the cup and ate fast, but in no way to rival InuYasha's slurping. I watched as Sango put the bottle of water up to her pink lips, I had some vicious thoughts about jamming it down her throat.

That would be a most befitting revenge. Most of my lecherous attacks were on her because it seemed right. Now I was hating every touch of her to me, even when she aided me in battle. She seemed so ready to die and give up a perfectly healthy life, if she ever killed her brother, that is. I hardly had a life span seeing as how I was pretty much pre-destined to be sucked into my wind tunnel, her choice made me sick. I sat down and folded my legs, hoping to quell the unwanted anger, but it was in vain, as I pictured the time she was struck with boomerang bone. I smiled inwardly, making sure it didn't spread to my face.

" Hey monk, stop daydreaming, it's time to go." My eyebrow arched in annoyance. Stupid dog breath, I thought humorously, attaining one of my favorite threats from an audacious wolf demon that was smitten with Kagome. I opened my eyes and started following the group of misfits, still feeling out of place.

Around dinner time we stopped, InuYasha had pushed us on through lunch. Seeing as I hadn't eaten breakfast, I was glad we stopped near a stream full of fish. I used the bottom of my staff to temporarily knock them unconscious long enough fro me to grab them out of the water. I ate them faster than I had ever eaten anything before. I watched as the moon peaked out of its slumber and came to the world of the living and graced us with its pale blue beauty.

The only thing that would ruin this moment would be the devil himself. I guess Naraku was busy as a fifty feet centipede crashed camp. I watched as InuYasha drew Tetsusaiga.

" Wind tunnel." A voice shouted from the dark abyss beyond the trees. The centipede flew backwards to the voice, trying to keep balance, though failing tremendously. Nothing but a memory of the centipede was left as he disappeared from sight.

" Show yourself." InuYasha called out, curiosity evident, though I couldn't blame him. A young girl emerged from the trees. Her face cast down, in embarrassment, intimidation, fear. I couldn't tell. She walked to about twenty feet in front of us. Even in the dark her beauty was evident.

Her hair, long and beautiful, shimmered in the moonlight, probably the envy of even the most beautiful of goddesses. Her eyes, rivaling with her hair for beauty, were the palest blue that seemed to match the moonlight's beauty. Her lips were slightly parted, as labored breaths escaped them. Centipede must have given her a run for her money.

" Who are you?" filled my ears as InuYasha began his interrogation. " What are you, and where did you come from."

" My name is Kijo. I am not sure what you would call me but, I was raised under the teachings of a monk. I come from the north, but now I am traveling with my master." I dwelled on her name Kijo, lady, what a befitting name. She was in everyway a lady though she was dressed in monk garbs.

I noticed with disdain, that her figure wasn't visible under the black and blue robes. I remembered my blue robes, a sign of training. How old was she? She looked old enough to be in purple robes, but that didn't necessarily matter, it had to do with skill and training. She bowed very politely and said, " I'm sorry to be rude but I really must be going, the centipede was part of my test and I really must be getting back now." She bowed again and ran off into the night.

InuYasha turn to look at me. " A friend." I shook my head in the negative, hoping to end the questions for the night. InuYasha must have read my mind as he shrugged and let it go. Thank god, I had way too much to think about. If my ears hadn't deceived me, I heard the melodious voice scream wind tunnel and sucked that centipede into an actual wind tunnel. It never occurred to me to check her wind for a containment spell in the shape of rosary beads. I'd probably never see her again so I wrestled the unanswered questions to the back of my mind. I laid down and let my thoughts disperse into the abyss that was me.

End Chapter

A/N: This is my second/third fan fiction. I was hoping that I could have gotten it to you sooner, seeing as this chapter sparked my imagination. I made Miroku seem a little dark, huh. It'll play out for the better trust me. This story is going to be long, well longer than my other story which, by the way, is finished. Check it out, why don't you. Please read and review, I want 5 reviews before I post chapter two, which is already, almost finished. That's not too much to ask for now, is it.

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