InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Chaos That Ensues ❯ Welcome Home ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: NovaDemoness 
Hikaru and Kagome are introduced to the son's of Lord Taishou; Sesshomaru and InuYasha.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 208 | Status: Completed
Hikaru and Kagome are introduced to the son's of Lord Taishou; Sesshomaru and InuYasha.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 208 | Status: Completed
Well... I'm quite happy with all the positive feedback I received for the first chapter. You guys rock! About the Pixie comment, it is true that most Pixies are only four-five inches tall. But you have to remember that this is my story and my imagination, and I'm rather fond of the word Pixie. I could've used Faerie instead, but that's a very general word... And there are lots of different kinds. So that's why I'm using Pixie. Actually, there'll be a few different kinds of Faerie...
Hope you enjoy the latest installment...
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From the Shikon-no-Tama, the new God was born. A creature shrouded in chaos, weaved into its very being the darkness it was created from. His eyes mere sockets on a face without flesh, eaten away before it ever came into existence. His body was a mass of blackness, a cloak covering the bones that held him together. No muscle, no tissue... No skin binding him together. He was bones, with just the essence of the chaos jewel to surround him and keep him whole.
With his breath, a toxic miasmic breeze, he birthed man. He gave them free will, the path, the choice to decide whether they should seek to destroy or to create. He built them great temples from pieces of his bones infused with the Shikon-no-Tama so they might worship him. And when they did bow down and worship their Creator, he devoured their minds and forced them to do his bidding. They became his dark army, borne only to kill, destroy... Knowing only chaos and hate.
Those who did not seek to worship the Dark Lord became his enemies. Most were slaughtered before they could utter a whisper or take their last breath, while those that survived the massacre fled the land, seeking shelter amongst the demons and magickal creatures of the world they had been birthed into. They fought back, seeking vengeance against those of their kind who had been slaughtered after choosing the second path.
When they died, they became nothing... They were brought back to their God to be brought back into the world by the same miasmic breath that set them where they took their first breath of true air. They were brought back to serve their God...
The God they called Naraku.
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After setting out, it had taken many days walking to reach their destination, stopping only to sleep and eat when necessary. Some nights Lord Taishou carried sleeping mother and child through the thick forests of the region.
The view, of course, was nothing short of spectacular. Some of the tallest trees grew in the Western Lands, most in bloom with the assortment of wild-flowers and bursting with birds of all varieties. The forest floor was thick with grass and moss, most pleasant to feel under the feet.
For most of the journey, a clear stream darted through the forest, supplying the traveling companions with water. The creatures of the forest made use of this as well, and throughout the days it because a delight to see Hakira and Kagome entertaining the forest-folk.
The only interruption of their journey occurred three days after Hakira and Kagome were rescued, when one of them stumbled upon the forest path and threatened them with sharp iron. Kagome's cries filled the air moments before the attack and nothing could soothe her. It wasn't until after Taishou had killed the evil one and had disposed of the iron that the harsh cries had ceased. For which mother and master were thankful.
Kagome continued to intrigue Taishou... Her sense were much keener than her mother's, picking up traces of iron from much further distances. And the sense-shields she created were like nothing he'd ever experienced. It was baffling the mental prowess she showed; especially at such a tender young age.
One night, when the travelers had needed to stop and find shelter from a powerful thunderstorm, the new master had questioned Anira about her strange daughter.
He'd managed to scent the storm an hour or so in advance, and had been quite lucky to come upon a deep unoccupied cave. It had taken but a few moments for the Pixie to construct a make-shift bed of moss and leaves given by the trees, and had taken him less time to fetch dry wood for a fire. If the child became ill it would cause more crying... The scent of salt and the sound of a crying babe were not things he'd like to experience for a while at least.
"How is it that one so young can create such strong sense-shields?" he had asked, his gaze resting upon the sleeping child a moment, before coming back to the beautiful face of the mother Pixie.
Her head cocked to the side, a clear sign of confusion... "She creates sense-shields, my lord?"
HIs eyes narrowed, but her scent hadn't changed with any deception. "You cannot sense them?"
"No, my lord, I can't." She waited a moment while a loud crack of thunder interrupted her. "How is it even possible for one so young?"
He thought a moment, perplexed beyond belief. No child of any race had ever been able to produce sense-shields at her age. Not even his first-born son, Sesshomaru, who had created his first sense-shield when he was seven. His second son, InuYasha, hadn't been able to create a spark of a sense-shield 'till he was twelve. The ages of their first sense-shields meant little, due to their advanced aging. But Kagome, from her scent and what he could sense of her, was at most only fifteen months old.
Unless her differences were not only in appearance, but in mind and magick as well... That was really the only plausible explanation for it. It really made no sense. A child so young, regardless of physical deviation and race, should not be able to produce such strong sense-shields and keep them up and about her fragile little body all the time.
It confused him to no end, how such a young one could produce sense-shields whereas a pure-blood dog-demon had been instructed before-hand and had taken many years to perfect to the point he could accomplish such things.
Upon hearing Hakira's voice, all thought fled his mind. "If she creates sense-shields, they must be against only you. I share what few thought-pictures she makes, see and hear what she dreams." She stopped there, her eyes moving to where Kagome lay quietly sleeping. "Unless she shields herself even from me and gives me untruths... She hides nothing from me."
He sighed then, looked to the entrance of the cave and put the complexities of the Pixie child far from his mind.
But besides the curiosity he felt towards the mysterious little girl, he'd endeavored to ignore thinking about her. He'd have been much happier if he'd managed to succeed in this, but the journey had ended before his mood had taken a turn for the worst.
When he heard Hakira gasp at the sight, he'd had to hide his grin.
The Palace of the Moon was by far the most beautiful of the four kingdoms. It towered well above the trees, the spires and turrets seemingly glowing in the light of the first sun. The gardens were in full-bloom, wide assortments of flowers to please the eyes of those dwelling in his home.
And there were many races who called the Palace of the Moon home, although Hakira and Kagome were the first Pixies to ever grace its magnificent halls. Most living in the palace were of demon origin, but many Faerie dwelt in and outside the great walls. Nymph and Dryad living on the outskirts in the forests and rivers, tiny Sprites claimed ever nook and cranny inside the palace. Gnomes and leprechauns occupied the gardens, tending them and making them ever more beautiful and precious.
Those of Elfen blood often dwelt in the Eastern wing of the palace, more often than not avoiding confrontation with those not of their race. They were either too arrogant to care or they couldn't be bothered by others.
The palace dragon lived in the mountain at the edge of the Northern gardens, guarding its horde of treasures and delightful looking trinkets. A scant few Dwarves had dared take up a portion of the moutain; carving and digging into it and making it appear as if it were a great Dwarf city.
Unicorn and Pegasi had been know to sleep with the horses of the valley. No one dared try riding one for fear of being trampled to death by the heavy hooves or pierced by the long horns.
But the sight, the scents, the feel of the very air around them as they walked across the stone pathway... They were home.
When the scent of one who had been away from home so long reached their noses, two voices made themselves known, their bodies rushing down the stairs towards the travelers. "Father!"
They looked remarkably alike, sharing their father's silken silver hair. Honey golden eyes graced both faces, as well as fangs to protrude from both sets of lips. The only true differences were the ears of the shorter and the tail of the taller.
The taller of the two stopped just short of Lord Taishou, whereas the smaller jumped up into his father's arms and nuzzled his nose against the lord's neck. With one arm wrapped around the attachment's waist, he used his free hand to ruffle the other boy's hair.
"It's good to see the two of you getting along at last and it is very good to be home," he said with a smile on his face, chuckling at the scowl on his elder son's face as he straighted his long silver hair.
"Who are they?" the boy asked when he saw the mother and child behind his father's back, his eyes narrowing as he fought back a growl.
"Kiseki, play nice," Merik ordered, mentally shaking his head at his eldest son. He lowered InuYasha to the stone path and gestured for the Pixie to come forward. "Sesshomaru, InuYasha... I'd like to introduce you to Hakira and her daughter Kagome."
The scowl on Sesshomar's face did not disappear, his arms crossed over his chest, playing at being as arrogant and aloof as possible. "What are they?" he asked, trying not to sound as curious as he really felt.
InuYasha nudged his elder brother in the ribs and whispered, "Father said be nice!"
Laughter followed InuYasha's admonishment and the mother said, "Kagome and I are Pixies."
"What's a Pixie?" InuYasha asked, having never even heard of one, let alone ever seen one. Taishou chuckled at his youngest son's ignorance, his eyes glancing over to Sesshomaru, who was still trying to pretend he wasn't interested.
"That's what I am," Hakira told him. "Most Pixies can fly and shape-change, but I can't. I'm a different Pixie. I can heal and make it rain and do all different kinds of magicks."
"What about her?" Sesshomaru asked with his eyes fixed on the sleeping babe. "Aren't Pixies supposed to have yellow hair and green wings and not black ones?" He ignored his younger brother's look of admiration at his knowledge of such wordly things.
Hesitating for a moment, she answered, "Kagome's different too."
His eyes narrowed a moment, before he looked up into Hakira's eyes. "Can I hold her?" he asked, shocking both his father and InuYasha. Were she aware of Sesshomaru's nature, the mother would have been most surprised as well at the question.
But she only smiled, and said, "Of course," before motioning him forward, showing him how to hold the child, and gently handing him the sleeping girl.
Kagome yawned, her little green hands lifting to rub against her eyes, the claws furled into her fists to avoid scratching herself.
His eyes alight with amazement, he whispered, looking down into the face of the tiny Pixie, "She's so small... And light like a feather." His face moved forward to hers, and if it weren't for the slight sniffing sounds he made, Hakira might have been alarmed. "And she smells nice."
Lord Taishou bit back a chuckle before asking, "What does she smell like?"
A confused look appeared on Sesshomaru's face, and still looking down on the sleeping child, he murmered, "I don't know..."
When her eyes slowly opened, he gasped, astonished at the color of her eyes. Almost white they were so blue, dazed from sleep and gazing up into the golden depths of the one holding her.
He looked up into the smiling eyes of Hakira and asked, "Don't Pixies have black eyes?"
The smile never wavered from her face. "As I said... Kagome's different."
The silence that followed was preceded by the melodious sounds of Kagome's laughter as soon as Sesshomaru's eyes were rejoined with hers. Her clawed fingers reached for a lock of silver hair, her eyes alight with glee at the feel of the soft threads between her fingers. The smile on Sesshomaru's face could not have been brighter, and the delight on the little one's face warmed him inside and filled his heart with butterflies.
They looked at each other for what seemed to be hours, simply gazing into each other's eyes. Their only interruption came when Lord Taishou called from some distance ahead, telling him and InuYasha to hurry up with the girl so she and Hakira could settle themselves into the Western wing of the palace.
Even then, he walked slowly into the castle. He and his brother followed the others at a slow pace, InuYasha looking curiously into the little girl's eyes and then up into his brother's.
"How come she smells so good, Sess?"
His answer took him a moment to formulate, as when he opened his mouth Kagome had made herself very aware of the fur of his tail, fingers brushing against it. "She's... I don't know, Yasha. Do you know what she smells like?"
Shaking his head, he replied, "Nu-uh. What is it?"
Laughing, he said, "I don't know either. I was hoping you could tell me."
"Maybe we don't know what she smells like b'cause we've never smelled it before," was the insightful thought of InuYasha. "I've never smelled anything that good ever. Have you, Ki?"
"No... I don't think I have."
When their father called the boys a second time, Sesshomaru lifted his head in the direction his father called from, and picked up the pace, catching up in just a few minutes with InuYasha hot on his trail.
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So... How'd you like it? I really enjoy writing the stuff in italics at the beginning... The ancient mythology of the world they live in.
Hope you enjoy the latest installment...
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From the Shikon-no-Tama, the new God was born. A creature shrouded in chaos, weaved into its very being the darkness it was created from. His eyes mere sockets on a face without flesh, eaten away before it ever came into existence. His body was a mass of blackness, a cloak covering the bones that held him together. No muscle, no tissue... No skin binding him together. He was bones, with just the essence of the chaos jewel to surround him and keep him whole.
With his breath, a toxic miasmic breeze, he birthed man. He gave them free will, the path, the choice to decide whether they should seek to destroy or to create. He built them great temples from pieces of his bones infused with the Shikon-no-Tama so they might worship him. And when they did bow down and worship their Creator, he devoured their minds and forced them to do his bidding. They became his dark army, borne only to kill, destroy... Knowing only chaos and hate.
Those who did not seek to worship the Dark Lord became his enemies. Most were slaughtered before they could utter a whisper or take their last breath, while those that survived the massacre fled the land, seeking shelter amongst the demons and magickal creatures of the world they had been birthed into. They fought back, seeking vengeance against those of their kind who had been slaughtered after choosing the second path.
When they died, they became nothing... They were brought back to their God to be brought back into the world by the same miasmic breath that set them where they took their first breath of true air. They were brought back to serve their God...
The God they called Naraku.
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After setting out, it had taken many days walking to reach their destination, stopping only to sleep and eat when necessary. Some nights Lord Taishou carried sleeping mother and child through the thick forests of the region.
The view, of course, was nothing short of spectacular. Some of the tallest trees grew in the Western Lands, most in bloom with the assortment of wild-flowers and bursting with birds of all varieties. The forest floor was thick with grass and moss, most pleasant to feel under the feet.
For most of the journey, a clear stream darted through the forest, supplying the traveling companions with water. The creatures of the forest made use of this as well, and throughout the days it because a delight to see Hakira and Kagome entertaining the forest-folk.
The only interruption of their journey occurred three days after Hakira and Kagome were rescued, when one of them stumbled upon the forest path and threatened them with sharp iron. Kagome's cries filled the air moments before the attack and nothing could soothe her. It wasn't until after Taishou had killed the evil one and had disposed of the iron that the harsh cries had ceased. For which mother and master were thankful.
Kagome continued to intrigue Taishou... Her sense were much keener than her mother's, picking up traces of iron from much further distances. And the sense-shields she created were like nothing he'd ever experienced. It was baffling the mental prowess she showed; especially at such a tender young age.
One night, when the travelers had needed to stop and find shelter from a powerful thunderstorm, the new master had questioned Anira about her strange daughter.
He'd managed to scent the storm an hour or so in advance, and had been quite lucky to come upon a deep unoccupied cave. It had taken but a few moments for the Pixie to construct a make-shift bed of moss and leaves given by the trees, and had taken him less time to fetch dry wood for a fire. If the child became ill it would cause more crying... The scent of salt and the sound of a crying babe were not things he'd like to experience for a while at least.
"How is it that one so young can create such strong sense-shields?" he had asked, his gaze resting upon the sleeping child a moment, before coming back to the beautiful face of the mother Pixie.
Her head cocked to the side, a clear sign of confusion... "She creates sense-shields, my lord?"
HIs eyes narrowed, but her scent hadn't changed with any deception. "You cannot sense them?"
"No, my lord, I can't." She waited a moment while a loud crack of thunder interrupted her. "How is it even possible for one so young?"
He thought a moment, perplexed beyond belief. No child of any race had ever been able to produce sense-shields at her age. Not even his first-born son, Sesshomaru, who had created his first sense-shield when he was seven. His second son, InuYasha, hadn't been able to create a spark of a sense-shield 'till he was twelve. The ages of their first sense-shields meant little, due to their advanced aging. But Kagome, from her scent and what he could sense of her, was at most only fifteen months old.
Unless her differences were not only in appearance, but in mind and magick as well... That was really the only plausible explanation for it. It really made no sense. A child so young, regardless of physical deviation and race, should not be able to produce such strong sense-shields and keep them up and about her fragile little body all the time.
It confused him to no end, how such a young one could produce sense-shields whereas a pure-blood dog-demon had been instructed before-hand and had taken many years to perfect to the point he could accomplish such things.
Upon hearing Hakira's voice, all thought fled his mind. "If she creates sense-shields, they must be against only you. I share what few thought-pictures she makes, see and hear what she dreams." She stopped there, her eyes moving to where Kagome lay quietly sleeping. "Unless she shields herself even from me and gives me untruths... She hides nothing from me."
He sighed then, looked to the entrance of the cave and put the complexities of the Pixie child far from his mind.
But besides the curiosity he felt towards the mysterious little girl, he'd endeavored to ignore thinking about her. He'd have been much happier if he'd managed to succeed in this, but the journey had ended before his mood had taken a turn for the worst.
When he heard Hakira gasp at the sight, he'd had to hide his grin.
The Palace of the Moon was by far the most beautiful of the four kingdoms. It towered well above the trees, the spires and turrets seemingly glowing in the light of the first sun. The gardens were in full-bloom, wide assortments of flowers to please the eyes of those dwelling in his home.
And there were many races who called the Palace of the Moon home, although Hakira and Kagome were the first Pixies to ever grace its magnificent halls. Most living in the palace were of demon origin, but many Faerie dwelt in and outside the great walls. Nymph and Dryad living on the outskirts in the forests and rivers, tiny Sprites claimed ever nook and cranny inside the palace. Gnomes and leprechauns occupied the gardens, tending them and making them ever more beautiful and precious.
Those of Elfen blood often dwelt in the Eastern wing of the palace, more often than not avoiding confrontation with those not of their race. They were either too arrogant to care or they couldn't be bothered by others.
The palace dragon lived in the mountain at the edge of the Northern gardens, guarding its horde of treasures and delightful looking trinkets. A scant few Dwarves had dared take up a portion of the moutain; carving and digging into it and making it appear as if it were a great Dwarf city.
Unicorn and Pegasi had been know to sleep with the horses of the valley. No one dared try riding one for fear of being trampled to death by the heavy hooves or pierced by the long horns.
But the sight, the scents, the feel of the very air around them as they walked across the stone pathway... They were home.
When the scent of one who had been away from home so long reached their noses, two voices made themselves known, their bodies rushing down the stairs towards the travelers. "Father!"
They looked remarkably alike, sharing their father's silken silver hair. Honey golden eyes graced both faces, as well as fangs to protrude from both sets of lips. The only true differences were the ears of the shorter and the tail of the taller.
The taller of the two stopped just short of Lord Taishou, whereas the smaller jumped up into his father's arms and nuzzled his nose against the lord's neck. With one arm wrapped around the attachment's waist, he used his free hand to ruffle the other boy's hair.
"It's good to see the two of you getting along at last and it is very good to be home," he said with a smile on his face, chuckling at the scowl on his elder son's face as he straighted his long silver hair.
"Who are they?" the boy asked when he saw the mother and child behind his father's back, his eyes narrowing as he fought back a growl.
"Kiseki, play nice," Merik ordered, mentally shaking his head at his eldest son. He lowered InuYasha to the stone path and gestured for the Pixie to come forward. "Sesshomaru, InuYasha... I'd like to introduce you to Hakira and her daughter Kagome."
The scowl on Sesshomar's face did not disappear, his arms crossed over his chest, playing at being as arrogant and aloof as possible. "What are they?" he asked, trying not to sound as curious as he really felt.
InuYasha nudged his elder brother in the ribs and whispered, "Father said be nice!"
Laughter followed InuYasha's admonishment and the mother said, "Kagome and I are Pixies."
"What's a Pixie?" InuYasha asked, having never even heard of one, let alone ever seen one. Taishou chuckled at his youngest son's ignorance, his eyes glancing over to Sesshomaru, who was still trying to pretend he wasn't interested.
"That's what I am," Hakira told him. "Most Pixies can fly and shape-change, but I can't. I'm a different Pixie. I can heal and make it rain and do all different kinds of magicks."
"What about her?" Sesshomaru asked with his eyes fixed on the sleeping babe. "Aren't Pixies supposed to have yellow hair and green wings and not black ones?" He ignored his younger brother's look of admiration at his knowledge of such wordly things.
Hesitating for a moment, she answered, "Kagome's different too."
His eyes narrowed a moment, before he looked up into Hakira's eyes. "Can I hold her?" he asked, shocking both his father and InuYasha. Were she aware of Sesshomaru's nature, the mother would have been most surprised as well at the question.
But she only smiled, and said, "Of course," before motioning him forward, showing him how to hold the child, and gently handing him the sleeping girl.
Kagome yawned, her little green hands lifting to rub against her eyes, the claws furled into her fists to avoid scratching herself.
His eyes alight with amazement, he whispered, looking down into the face of the tiny Pixie, "She's so small... And light like a feather." His face moved forward to hers, and if it weren't for the slight sniffing sounds he made, Hakira might have been alarmed. "And she smells nice."
Lord Taishou bit back a chuckle before asking, "What does she smell like?"
A confused look appeared on Sesshomaru's face, and still looking down on the sleeping child, he murmered, "I don't know..."
When her eyes slowly opened, he gasped, astonished at the color of her eyes. Almost white they were so blue, dazed from sleep and gazing up into the golden depths of the one holding her.
He looked up into the smiling eyes of Hakira and asked, "Don't Pixies have black eyes?"
The smile never wavered from her face. "As I said... Kagome's different."
The silence that followed was preceded by the melodious sounds of Kagome's laughter as soon as Sesshomaru's eyes were rejoined with hers. Her clawed fingers reached for a lock of silver hair, her eyes alight with glee at the feel of the soft threads between her fingers. The smile on Sesshomaru's face could not have been brighter, and the delight on the little one's face warmed him inside and filled his heart with butterflies.
They looked at each other for what seemed to be hours, simply gazing into each other's eyes. Their only interruption came when Lord Taishou called from some distance ahead, telling him and InuYasha to hurry up with the girl so she and Hakira could settle themselves into the Western wing of the palace.
Even then, he walked slowly into the castle. He and his brother followed the others at a slow pace, InuYasha looking curiously into the little girl's eyes and then up into his brother's.
"How come she smells so good, Sess?"
His answer took him a moment to formulate, as when he opened his mouth Kagome had made herself very aware of the fur of his tail, fingers brushing against it. "She's... I don't know, Yasha. Do you know what she smells like?"
Shaking his head, he replied, "Nu-uh. What is it?"
Laughing, he said, "I don't know either. I was hoping you could tell me."
"Maybe we don't know what she smells like b'cause we've never smelled it before," was the insightful thought of InuYasha. "I've never smelled anything that good ever. Have you, Ki?"
"No... I don't think I have."
When their father called the boys a second time, Sesshomaru lifted his head in the direction his father called from, and picked up the pace, catching up in just a few minutes with InuYasha hot on his trail.
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So... How'd you like it? I really enjoy writing the stuff in italics at the beginning... The ancient mythology of the world they live in.