InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sympathy for the Devil ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Sympathy for the Devil

Chapter Eleven

By Devon Masterson-Bond

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AN: Ren, kinky, means being sexually unorthodox and GILF is something I kind of made up from the term MILF/DILF meaning Girl, I'd like to fornicate (I couldn't bring myself to write the real word in casual conversation. I'm such a goody goody.)

 

 

“This is where we part ways,” A tall blonde man sighed," Pater and the others will have difficulties catching us if we all split in different directions.”

 

“I don't like it Genjuro, there is safety in numbers,” Ken sighed. He ran his hands through his brown hair as he looked into the faces of the others. They were down to five members. Killed and hunted by their own, it was a miserable existence.

 

“Normally there would be, but there are only five us left. We have to get to our allies and warn them. We all know it is not enough to be rid of us, Pater will lead the demon hunters against peaceful demons as well.”

 

“Maybe we should have left the demons to their doom,” A red headed man, York sighed.

 

“York, I owe my life to a demon,” Genjuro shifted his satchel then looked into the eyes of his compatriots. “Do not look surprised.”

 

“It's just that we never knew you encountered any demons outside of hunts,” York sighed.

 

“So then you shared my ideals simply to have something to follow like those who follow Pater!?” Brown eyes flashed in distaste.

 

“Calm down, Genjuro,” Aya sighed stepping between the two comrades. “We all had different reasons for wanting to end the madness. This is not the time to fight amongst ourselves.”

 

“You're right Aya,” York shook his head. “There are only a few of us left.”

 

Genjuro nodded as well. “If we are successful we'll stop him before his madness spills into the regular world. The last thing we need is wide spread panic.” The others nodded. “Be well.” He stuck his fist out and each of them clasped it.

 

“Be well,” they all murmured before walking in a different direction. They each sought out allies and sympathizers of their cause. How successful would the mission turn out? Were they each seeking death?

 

For the first time in Genjuro's life, he felt completely uncertain. Pater had proved himself more ruthless than he thought and O-Rin was following in his footsteps. Perhaps following was incorrect, blindly walking beside him. He had hoped she would calm down with age and responsibility, but her last mission proved she was a lost cause. If he did not know better, he would think that this situation started all because of this, but that would be giving her too much credit. No, Rin's disappearance was just a coincidence. He did not have clue where she was, though half of the clan thought he had something to do with it.

 

“Back to the task at hand.” He entered the train station. With each of them on their own, there was a higher chance of survival/success. Unfortunately it also meant continuing the journey alone and dwelling on thoughts from long ago.

 

He had been just a boy on his first training mission when he got separated from his group in the mountains. The last thing he remembered was seeing what looked like a murder of crow demons flying towards him and then blackness.

 

“You're awake I see,” a kind voice mused.

 

Genjuro opened his eyes. In front of him stood a kindly old woman dressed as a miko. Gray hair pulled tightly into a pony tail and eye path gave her a quirky appearance. She was not the type that one thought of as a miko, he had always envisioned youth and vitality. “Yes, I am.” He sat up trying to hide his stare.

 

“You looked surprised.” She stood to her feet and got a glass of water for her patient.

 

“I've never seen a real miko before.”

 

“Good save,” she said shrewdly before handing him the cup of water. She watched as he gulped it down.

 

“Thank you.” The miko nodded and took the glass and turned to leave. “How long have I been out?”

 

“Only a few hours,” she answered. “I'll return you to the hunters once you are able to stand.”

 

“How did you…”

 

“I have seen many things in my time.” The miko turned around. “I try to make it a point to know what is pursuing me.” She turned her back to him once again.

 

Brown eyes widened in fear. This was a trap and he was going to die, but not without a fight. Genjuro reached nonchalantly to his left ankle. A sense of relief settled over him once his fingers felt the sharpness of his last line of defense. If he was quick, he could make short work of the old demon and get back to his compatriots in one piece. “Die vermin,” he snarled as leapt at her only to be thrown back by her barrier.

 

The miko kept her back to him as he tried to gather his composure. Perhaps he had been hasty in attacking her. “Even though I saved your life, you still attack me without just cause.”

 

“You're a demon, that's cause enough,” he spat as he sat up,

 

Dark eyes saddened. “Kaede. My name is Kaede not vermin. Demons are much like humans there are some good and some bad…”

 

“You will not turn me with your…”

 

“I am not finished,” she interrupted. “As a miko, I can not harm you since you do not threaten my life…”

 

“You're no miko,” he yelled. “A miko is a holy woman…”

 

Kaede turned around. “Do not interrupt again,” she snapped losing her temper. “I am only one quarter demon and all of my youkai, natural and marital is inhibited make me completely human. You are the vermin. You kill without even knowing why, simply because you are told and it's all you know because you are complacent with that. The demon exterminators separated from you for this reason.”

 

Genjuro folded his arms defiantly. “Are you done now?”

 

“Quite,” she said before everything melted from view. Genjuro shook his head as he examined the flat bed of rock he was leaned up against. It was all an illusion.

 

“I must have hit my head harder than I thought.” He stood to his feet glad to be in the land of the living and took a step. An arrow cut through the air and slid into the ground near him.

 

“Something to remember me by,” a voice carried in the wind.

 

A jerking sensation startled Genjuro out of his reverie as the train moved forward again. He fingered the arrow head necklace he wore. They did not part on the best of terms, but for some reason her words stayed with him and now he was seeking her out

 

11-11-11

“Here you are, Kenji” Kagome smiled as she sat down a vodka martini. “Shaken not stirred.”

 

Kenji smiled brightly. The dark haired woman was always affectionate and humorous. “Thank you, Vixen.” He kissed her hand lightly and motioned for her to sit with him. “You look as lovely as always.”

 

“And you are forever the charmer,” she complimented. Kagome shook her head. “When are you going to settle down?”

 

“Kagome. Kagome, love, I am far too crafty to be caught thought I do like to pretend from time to time.”

 

“You are hopeless,” she shook her head. “Has there ever been a time in your life that you thought about a family…” A sorrowful expression crossed his features at the mention of the sore subject. “Sorry, I am such an idiot.”

 

“It's okay.” He took her hand as a mischievous smile crossed his face. “I do have a couple of ideas of how you can make it up to me.”

 

Kagome flushed. “Don't make me slap you, Kenji.”

 

“Now don't we have a dirty mind,” he chuckled. “What would Inu Yasha say?”

 

“Okay fine what is it?” she asked pushing him playfully. “But I am warning you.”

 

“I just want to know where Sesshomaru is. I have a score to settle.”

 

“What happened?” she asked.

 

“Don't worry. I am not going to do anything to him unless…”

 

“I don't want to know,” she interrupted. “He's in his office.”

 

Kenji downed his drink then smiled. “I'll see you later,” he winked before leaving.

 

 

To be continued…

 

© 2005 Devon Masterson-Bond

I think we know who belongs to whom in this fan fiction. The characters of Inu Yasha belong to their creator, Rumiko Takahashi and everyone she leased them out to, me not being one of them.