InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Knight ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

This chapter is dedicated to BlueEyedNinja and all her cool glory for telling me what was gonna happen next >.<

 

Chapter 4

 

Kagome woke up to pain, her- everywhere hurt: her eyes, her ears, her legs, everything. It even hurt to have the blanket touch her. It felt like her skin was on fire. She wanted to rub her eyes, but she could not. She wanted to yawn but her mouth felt sore, she felt like she couldn't do anything. A half groan half moan of pain escaped her lips as she sat up awkwardly in the darkness.

 

“I see you have awoken.” Came a cold greeting off to one side of the room. Her head swiveled painfully in that direction, she saw Naraku sitting there and watching her. She blinked painfully, how is it that she could see him in pitch darkness? Just what was going on?

 

“Its good to see that you pulled through with success,” he continued. She raised her hand shakily to push her knotted hair from her face; her overly sharp nails grazed her cheek.

 

“Ow” she winced, though it was more of a surprised reaction than one of pain, it had barely felt like a pinprick but it shouldn't have happen. She pulled her wrists in front of her face; they were long and pointy, kind of like…claws.

 

“What did you do to me!” she screamed in horror, the pitch of her own voice stung her eardrums but that was of little consequence to her at the moment. She frantically felt herself, all areas of her body that were throbbing in pain. Her canines were elongated and pointy, her ears were pointed.

 

“You are a demon now,” he spoke casually, as if speaking of the weather, a smirk playing on his lips.

 

“What, why?” she cried looking over at him with frightened midnight eyes.

 

“Because I made you one.” He answered simply, motioning to the mirror beside her futon. She wiped her wet cheeks stumbled towards the polished surface with shaky legs. She looked at herself and immediately broke into heart wrenching sobs; her ebony hair was, if at all possible, darker and longer. It looked silkier also. Her bangs were longer and more unruly giving her a feral look. Her eyes were narrower and slanted, her skin, her lovely golden skin was pale, mostly from not being outside in Kami knows how long.

 

“Why did you do this to me?” she whispered, crystalline droplets falling from now demonic eyes.

 

“I have fixed you to suit my needs,” he replied.

 

“And what's that?” she demanded, thoroughly livid with the half ling.

 

“In due time you will learn my pet,” she glared at him as he left the room, she then fell in a heap of satin and tears on the floor.

(o)

 

Kagome sat in her room by the wall; she was bored and was staring intently at a teacup that she had just drunk from. It was on the low table before her, on the other side of the small room. Shippo, after freaking out a bit at the sight of her new appearance, had accepted it, telling her that it didn't matter what she looked like to him, as long as she didn't leave him. She had hugged him then put him to bed, he didn't protest to that idea.

She continued to stare unblinking at the cup, she was a demon now; she had come to terms with that new factor in her life. She didn't know just what role she played in the world before her capture, but she knew that she was a human while doing it. She didn't really like the fact that she was now a youkai, being changed against her will and all, and being used for someone else's gain no less, but it wasn't reversible and at one point in her now immortal life, she knew she had to come to terms with it, it was better sooner than later she figured.

 

She had taken a whole week to come to terms with it though, with much crying on her part and cursing Naraku with whatever words she found laying around in her muddled brain. The time she spent in thought was just something to do since her body had still been changing and needed time to adapt. She had been bored out of her mind during the entire ordeal.

 

She guessed it wouldn't have been half as bad as it was if she had known some semblance of her and Shippo's lives before this whole mess. And what was with the scar on her arm? She sighed and blinked, effectively breaking her concentration on the cup.

 

The kit shifted on the bed beside her, reminding her of just how bored she was. With another deep sigh, she resumed her tedious visual assault on the cup. She would have gladly used this time to gather her thoughts, but the problem with that idea was that one had to have thoughts to begin with, and she had none. So she settled with the staring contest with the inanimate object for now. The door to the room slid open beside her to reveal Kagura, the main person she saw in this place. Kagome unwillingly broke her gaze from the cup and gazed disinterestedly at the wind demon.

 

“What do you want?”

 

“I've been sent to retrieve you,” the youkai said then flung a yukatta at the seated girl, Kagome caught in and raised an inquisitive brow in question, “put it on” she witch said and slid the door closed.

 

(o)

 

Kagome parried a relatively hard blow by an opponent she couldn't see. The room was dimly lit with a few dark patches in some places. She had followed Kagura in here and as the door slid shut, she was attacked. It was by chance that she had found a weapon just laying in the darkness waiting for her to find it. It was then that the real fighting began.

 

Kagome was unsure about where this entire prowess came from but she was attacking and defending herself from this invisible opponent like she was doing the moves of a well-memorized dance. It was simply ridiculous in her mind. She didn't know how to fight, she didn't remember being taught, well then again she didn't remember much now did she?

 

She was probably trained before being ensnared, and her body was just reacting on its own will, doing what it was trained to do. No matter how many times she mulled it over in her mind, it just didn't sound right. She inwardly sighed and slunk into the darkness, while she was at it, she would use said darkness to her advantage. She really didn't want to lose. Losing mean punishment, and she really didn't want to go through that again. It was too obvious that Kagura took pleasure in her punishment.

 

Maybe it was just youkai nature to know how to fight, now that sounded utterly impossible to her. No creature just knew how to do something, sure it could come naturally to said creature, but it had to have been taught it in the first place to actually remember it to know how to do it. It was all one big headache in her mind, and she didn't want to ponder on it anymore, especially considering the circumstances that the topic sprang into her mind. She knew how to fight; she decided that she would just leave it at that. It was simple enough to follow.

 

She could not figure out the exact location of the youkai she was sparring with, but she had an idea, she could smell him to her right, and she could hear him breathing. His breath hitched and his heartbeat sped up slightly so she could tell he was about to attack her. She lifted her own sword and met his with a ring of metal, she unbalanced him by kicking his feet from under him and placed her blade at his neck. He surprised her by disappearing and reappearing beside her. He swung his blade at her; it was too close for comfort. He stabbed at her and she arched backwards missing the strike and flipping, kicking him in the process.

 

“Enough!” rang through the room. Kagome pushed herself in a sitting position on the floor, blood and sweat mingled on her battered body, she had not left this battle unscathed, nor did her opponent. She watched as the few shallow wounds healed before her eyes, something that amazed her to no end about being a demon.

 

“Good enough for your first try,” Kagura said before leaving her in the room alone, her demon opponent had already left. Kagome smiled slightly to herself; that was as close to a compliment the wind witch was going to give her.

 

(o)

 

A knock resounded on the rich oak shoji screen doors of the room. The occupant looked up from his paperwork and scowled slightly; he really didn't want to be bothered at the moment. “Come,” at the one worded command the doors slid open and a young woman gracefully walked in with her head bowed. Her pale face was partially hidden by her corn silk blonde hair. She stopped by the desk in the room and bowed lowly to her lord and master before holding out a rolled up piece of parchment for his purposes.

 

“What is this Kaori?” he asked grasping the obvious letter with a magenta striped wrist. His golden eyes bore no emotion as he stared at the bowing servant before him.

 

“It is a letter from the hanyou my lord,” she replied, her voice faint yet firm. The lord knew exactly what hanyou it was that she spoke of; only one hanyou would dare willingly communicate with him. He growled slightly as he looked over the contents of the letter, he silenced another threatening growl fiercely as his fair eyes scanned over the barely legible scrawl if the hanyou.

 

`The fool dare challenge me!' he thought crushing the rice paper in his fist. The demoness before him flinched visibly at her master's uncharacteristic slip in control. “You are dismissed,” he stated not even sparing her a glance as she practically flew from his presence, he didn't care about the fragility of his servants to his temper, and he didn't have time at the moment. He had other pressing matters to attend to, like the certain death of an overzealous hanyou-possessed daimyo.

 

(o)

 

Her cerulean eyes popped open; she was no doubt unfortunately awake… and sore. She slowly sat up but froze as cool metal was pressed against her throat. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked down past her nose to see a sword, a slightly familiar sword at that. She followed the sword to the hilt, connected to the hilt was a wrist, to the wrist, an arm, to the arm, a shoulder and to the shoulder a head and face.

 

“You need to be more alert,” the person admonished.

 

“Well I'm sorry for being tired,” she quipped, she was really not in the mood for this. She yawned heavily; the movement making her chin tip the blade. The cool metal pressed against the skin of her collar, sending goose bumps up her alabaster flesh.

 

“Get dressed, we begin now,” the command was answered with a groan. The younger demoness knew for a fact that there would be hell to pay for her insolence, and then hell all over again for sleeping in.

 

Any which way she took it; she was in hell.

 

(o)

 

Naraku sat in his room readying for an attack of his domain. He had sent the letter of challenge only days before and had already received an answer. He smirked maliciously as he thought of the demoness under his protection; she was almost ready for the task she was being trained for. She already showed signs of fast progress; it was all a matter of time now.

 

(o)

 

“How long did ye say ye have been searching for her?” Kaede asked the small group as they sat for rest in her hut. They had come back to the boarding house just a few hours prior to tell the council of their predicament. The council had not been pleased and had blamed the group, but the hanyou mainly for him slip in his duty.

 

“About a half a moon cycle or so,” Sango, the slayer answered sullenly.

 

“And they are gone without a trace ye say,” the miko continued questioning.

 

“Yes, we don't understand it,” Miroku said frustrated.

 

“There is nothing ye can do child, all we can do is wait and pray that the Kami-sama bring her back,” she said mainly to the sulking hanyou than anyone else.

 

(o)

 

“How long have we been here?” Shippo asked from his perch on Kagome's shoulder. They were in their room bored to tears and were both staring at the same spot in the shoji screen for about a half an hour.

 

“I think it's been sixteen nights,” Kagome said looking through the small opening above their heads for confirmation on whether it was day or night.

 

“Do you think we'll leave?”

 

“I hope so, its boring here”

 

“Yeah it is, I hope we remember too” the two sighed audibly and in sync, the shrug of their shoulders in rhythm. “Well there's an upside, you've gotten stronger,” the kit chirped.

 

“Yeah, for Naraku's purposes, but hey a girl's got to know how to protect herself-“ she was cut off by the deafening ring of metal clashing outside their room in the hallway. The two looked at each other then scurried to the back of the room to huddle together.

 

“Yeah protect herself…” Shippo commented with a smug look. Kagome felt her cheeks heat up.

 

“Yeah well I don't know what's going on so I'm not doing anything rash such as looking out the door.” She retorted. Their attention was once again diverted to the door; there were screams and dull thuds and crashes, just what was going on?

 

(o)

 

Ok. Short chapter…I'm working on it….I was debating whether or not I should have posted this today, because I mean, I have so many hits for this chapter, almost ten times the amount of reviews I have….its very disheartening

 

So, even though I really hate it when authors say/do this, and I don't want to really do this, but I'm going to have to, I refuse to update on any of the sites that I have posted this story, unless I start seeing a dramatic increase in reviews. If not, I'll just have to take it to mean that no one, other than the persons who have reviewed is reading this and I'd just send the chapters to their emails.

 

So yeah, heed my words please, and I'm not just saying this to gain more reviews, I'm just really want to know, just how many people are interested in this story…and it would also tell me just how many people read author's notes….

 

Anyway, see you later; I hope you enjoyed the chapter.