InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Silver Souled One ❯ The Mourning of a Mother and an Assassin's Affections ( Chapter 4 )

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

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. If I did, it would be on every day of the week, for 2 hour
periods, and they would have portals where us anime lovers could cross over into any anime we
want. Rumiko Takahashi is doing a good job right now, so I'll leave it up to her.




Kagome lay gasping on her bed, her throat hoarse from all her screaming. Her hair stuck to her
sweaty forehead, the sheets to her body. Tears trickled down from her eyes, sliding down her red
cheeks. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the comforting colors of blue and silver, swirled
together. She had absolutely no idea of what had happened to her, those completely opposite
feelings that she felt not ten minutes before. She shuddered, remembering the fear and pain of
those emotions.

As she regained her breath, she calmed down enough to start her brain working. Her eyes
scanned the room again, trying to find some clue as to where she was. The room was strange for
the Feudal Era, if she even was in that time period. For all she knew, she could be some thousand
years in the future, past or maybe even in her time. Though, she certainly wasn't at home, unless
her mom had gone on some major home decorating and furbishing spree. Which she doubted,
seeing as not even her mom, busybody that she is, could be able to totally redo a room, plant
some extremely old looking willow trees outside her room's window, add a gurgling stream
winding through a completely unfamiliar yard, and plant a small forest that surrounded this room,
in the month that she had been away from home. Maybe she could have, if her mom had
suddenly gained super speed and super strength, or unlisted the help of half of Tokyo, which she
seriously doubted.

So, we can safely conclude that she wasn't at home.

Kagome sighed, and sat up, the pearl blue silk sheets, that were still a little bit sweaty, pooling
around her hips. She rubbed her hands across her face, wiping off the dried tears and sweat. She
sighed again, though this time wistfully, wishing she could have a nice, soothing, hot bath.
Nothing like a bath to chase away your aches and worries. Besides, she probably needed it,
seeing as she was still sweaty from her freaky little episode.

Kagome frowned, her mind wandering to that...that...spazzing episode, or whatever that was. She
shook her head. No need to stress herself out, she can look back at that episode, as she'll now
refer to that spazz thing as, later, when she a nice bath, some food, and found out where she is,
and who brought her here.

She groaned slightly, fervently hoping she wasn't kidnapped. She had enough to worry about,
thank you very much, without having to deal with another insane demon bent on ‘ruling the
world', or something like that. She had enough of that to last a lifetime. Okay, back to the task at
hand.

Whose house is this.

Kagome sat up, getting to her knees, and clapped her hands together. She closed her eyes, and
concentrated on sending her senses throughout the castle, or house, searching for any signs of
life. Pretty handy trick, if you ask her. Taught to her by Kaede and Miroku. Miroku insisted on
teaching her how to use her miko powers, at least a little better. She couldn't go round Feudal
Japan depending on others to protect her, forever. Besides, she hates being weak.

Anyways, she mastered this technique in about two weeks or so. Miroku said that she was a fast
learner, seeing as most miko's took about a month to master that technique.

Kagome's shoulder's drooped a bit. ‘Miroku,' she thought sadly. ‘I hope you guys are fine. I
hope you're not worried about me. That was so stupid, running out on them like that. I wasn't the
only one suffering. Sango lost Kohaku in the last battle with Naraku, and she still comforted me.
And Shippo, how could I have left him? He might think I abandoned him or something. And
through the bond we have, because of the adoption ritual, he would be able to feel some of my
emotions and some thoughts. Poor Shippo, it must have been so hard on him.'

Kagome sniffed, holding back tears. ‘Okay, enough thinking, I need to stay happy for Shippo,
and besides, I need to concentrate here.' She took a deep breath, and started the technique again.
‘Right, so let's see, anybody home ? Hmm...no...no, I don't think...WAIT! Is that something ? Oh
wait, no, it's a mouse, never mind. Hmm, nope! No one's home. Weird. I'm all alone in here. I
would have thought that there would have been someone in this castle, like a servant or
something. Oh well.'

Kagome opened her eyes and stretched, flopping down onto her back. ‘Well, since no one's here,
I should check around.' She sat up, and looked around her room, taking everything in.

She was sitting on a raised futon, which was in the center of the room, and was facing the door.
A huge window, which took up 2/3 of the right wall, jutted outside a bit, making a space where
you can sit on the light blue cushioned platform, and look outside to watch the sun rise. Light
blue gauzy curtains swayed gently, the wind coming in from the opened window. The sun shone
brightly, and white puffy clouds drifted slowly across the blue sky. By the sun's position, it
seemed to be early afternoon.

‘Had I really slept that long? When I had run from Kaede's hut, it had been about midnight.' Her
eyes wandered across the walls, taking in the silvery-blue walls, decorated with different looking
fans. Some showed picture of lakes and scenery, while others had small designs on them, like the
one above her bed, that had about five cherry blossoms scattered across it. Other than the bed, the
only other furniture was the high bookcase next to the window seat, a dark blue, thick rug in
front of the bed, and a desk and chair on the left wall. Also, there was two sliding doors next to
the desk, which probably led into a walk-in closet.

Kagome grinned. She couldn't wait to see what type of clothes were in there. Hopefully, they
weren't kimonos. She had a feeling they weren't, seeing as nothing in this room was in the
traditional medieval Japanese style. She giggled, before crawling to the edge of the large bed, and
cautiously put a foot on the ground. She smiled cheerfully when her foot was met with a warm
floor, instead of a cold one, which at this time of the year, at the end of autumn, most houses
should have. It seems the floor was heated. ‘Interesting, I've never heard of that before in the
Feudal Era.'

She jumped to her feet, and was halfway across the room before she collapsed, whimpering and
clutching her head. Images barraged her mind, making her let out little whimpers of pain, as her
head throbbed. She couldn't make any sense of it all, when everything suddenly became clear.

Running, running.

Heart racing.

Sounds in the forest.

Footsteps.

Side cramped in pain and lack of disappear.

Fear growing.

Must get to Kagome.

Footsteps behind me.

No!

So close to safety.

Scream.

MMMOOOMMMYYY, HHHEEELLLPPP!!!

Pain.

Darkness.

Kagome snapped her eyes open, her heart racing. She scrambled up, stumbling toward the
window. She wrenched it open, and jumped out. It didn't matter that she was two stories high, all
that mattered was getting to her kit before he died, and slaughtering the one who dared hurt what
was hers. The sweet and gentle Kagome was swiftly disappearing, and an enraged mother was
swiftly taking control.

Surprisingly, she landed from her fall with feline grace, and took off sprinting towards the
direction where her kit had been wounded. She ran with a demon's speed, leaping effortlessly
over fallen logs and deftly avoiding the trees. The scent of blood hit her nose, and the disgusting
smell of the demon who had attacked her son. She didn't stop to think how she could even smell
these things, or how fast she was running. It didn't even cross her mind. An inhuman snarl came
from her mouth, as she felt her son's aura start to dwindle and fade. She sped up even faster, her
eyes shining bright pink as her miko powers started to flare violently.

Kagome crashed through the trees, all forms of grace abandoned, leaving behind a raging anger
and a growing sense of desperation. No one hurt her kit. NO ONE!!!

A pitiful whimper reached her ears, and Kagome tore into a clearing, just in time to see a
humanoid snake demon tear it's claws through her kit's back. Blood flew through the air,
splattering the nearby trees.

"SSSHHHIIIPPPOOO!!!" Kagome wailed.

Shippo's body tumbled to the ground, blood soaking his clothes. The snake demon looked up,
finally noticing the quivering woman. Their eyes locked, and the demon grinned, kicking the her
son's body.

Kagome's control snapped.

Her hair swirled around her form, and her eyes bled completely black, her pupils turned to a
glowing, eerie white, and shrunk to a catlike slit. An enranged howl swept through the forest.

Kagome snarled, her canine teeth growing and becoming sharper, becoming fangs. Blood red
tears poured down her face, as she slashed and ripped through the demon. Muscle's, skin and
bones were cut agonizingly. Blood sprayed and gushed on Kagome's murderous form, sobs
shaking her body.

‘It's not fair, it's not FAIR!! First my brother, and now my SON! HE'S GOING TO PAY! HOW
DARE HE HURT MY SON! HOW DARE HE!!!!

She gave on last wail, before sending her arm straight through the demons head. Bit's of brain
and bones came out the other end. She fell to her knees, sobbing, and pulled her arm from the
demon's head. Her form was soaked in blood, which dripped to the ground, as she crawled
towards Shippo's body. Eyes faded to the normal white and brown, and red tears became clear
again.

Kagome dropped down besides Shippo, and pulled him into her eyes, clutching tightly to her
son's body. She cried into the night, rocking back and forth, her pleading cries for him to wake
up, dissolving into senseless sobbing, as her emotionally exhausted body shut down into a fitful
sleep.





The Silver Assassin came upon this scene not but two minutes later. His wide eyes took in the
mangled demon, laying broken on the clearing ground. His eyes traveled to the crumpled form of
Kagome, who was clutching tightly to a small bloody body of a young kitsune kit. He recognized
it as the body of small Shippo, who Kagome had adopted not but a few weeks ago. Kagome's
body still trembled, a sob escaping now and then.

He had just gotten out of the report meeting with the Higher Force, and was heading back to his
castle to check up on the miko, when he had caught her scent coming from deep in the middle of
his forest. He had sprinted as fast as he could. His heart had almost stopped beating when he had
heard the enraged scream of Kagome, and not a minute later the terrified screams of a demon. He
had practically killed himself running so fast. Even now, his leg muscles were trembling, and
threatening to give out on him.

He hurried across the clearing, not caring about the blood, and knelt next to Kagome. She was
covered in blood though it wasn't hers. He gave a wild guess about whose blood it is, eyeing the
pile of flesh and bones that was once a demon. He gently picked up Kagome, making sure that
the kit's body didn't fall off. His eyes glistened as he watched tears cascade down his sweet
miko's face. He inhaled deeply, filtering through the scents, checking if Kagome was injured.
She wasn't.

He looked down sadly at the young kit's body, before wiping off some blood from the kit's warm
cheek.

He froze. Wait, wait, wait. Back up. Warm? A dead body's supposed to be cold! But, that
means... His heart leaped excitingly, and pressed his hand against Shippo's cheek. His face broke
into a grin. The kit was alive! Though, if he wasn't treated soon, he'll die from blood loss.

Without a second to waste, he raced back to his castle. ‘Please be okay little guy, I don't think
Kagome could survive if you died. It's a miracle you survived this long anyway.' He winced, and
he forced his exhausted legs to go faster, as he carried his precious cargo through the dark forest
to his castle.

Half an hour later, he crashed into Kagome's bedroom. He ran across to the bed and carefully
laid Kagome and shippo on the bed. He ran out of the bedroom, into the medicinal room. He
grabbed some cloths, leaves, herbs, and some bandages. He tore back up to the miko's room,
heart racing. The kit's heart had started to slow, and Shippo's skin was getting colder. If he didn't
hurry, he wouldn't be able to save the kit.

He ran to Shippo's side, and slowly took off the boys haori top, careful not to damage the wound
any more. He threw the bloody haori aside, and checked over the wound. He grimaced, and set to
work washing and disinfecting the four deep gashes on the kit's back. He could deal with the
other small wounds later. The kit whimpered, and flinched. He was glad that Shippo was asleep,
or else it would have been quite painful for the kit. He worked quickly, making sure to get all the
blood off. He then gently wrapped the wound with bandages, tied the bandage, and sat back.
Shippo didn't seem to be in as much pain as before, because his face had relaxed, and he kept
muttering something about ‘evil snakes' and ‘silly run-away mothers.'

The assassin smiled softly, and ruffled the kids red hair. ‘I'm glad. The kid will be fine, and
should only have minimal pain if he over exerts himself. I don't particularly care about children,
but this kid doesn't seem to be that bad.'

He stood up and stretched before walking over to the closet, and opened it, surveying it's
contents. He didn't have any kimonos in there, only flowing light dresses, shirts and pants. This
room was actually his sister's. She was quite a rebel, and absolutely detested kimonos. She much
preferred clothes that she could play and train with. She was a playful soul, nothing like most of
the woman in this time. ‘Sorta like kagome,' he looked back at girl lying in the bed. ‘I'm sure my
sister and Kagome would get along fine, if they ever meet each other.' His sister was seventeen
in human years, about one year younger than Kagome, and two years younger than him.

He smiled gently, before selecting a black, knee-length, flowing nightgown. He was sure his
sister wouldn't mind if Kagome borrowed some of her clothes.

He went back to the bed with the nightgown in his hand, and gazed down on Kagome's face. It
was peaceful, not as sorrowful as it had been earlier. Almost as if she knew her son would be
alright. He wouldn't put it past her, Kagome was powerful.

He sighed slightly, looking at her bloodstained clothes. He would have to throw them away, they
were beyond repair. Shippo was luckier, only his haori was ruined. His small hakamas weren't
reached by the blood.

He turned his attention back to Kagome. Even soaked in blood, she was still radiant. He gulped,
she probably had a beautiful body too. He growled to himself. "I'm only going to change her
clothes, not take advantage of her." He nodded, though a light blush tinted his cheeks. He slowly
peeled off her clothes, his blush getting redder all the while. When he had finished, his face was
as bright as a cherry. He gulped. Dear Lord, her body was beautiful. Perfect breasts, a smooth
stomach, rounded hips, and long, slender legs. Not that he had stared or anything. Nope, he was
just checking to see if she had any injuries. Yep, that's exactly what he was doing. He glanced at
her, and he couldn't help but notice how angelic and captivating she looked lying there. Of
course, it would have been better, if she was awake, and was undressed, and was moaning his
name. Her hands would wind in his hair, and her long legs would be wrapped around his hips as
he...STOP! Okay, we are NOT going there!

He groaned, covering his red face with his hands. ‘Damn it, how the hell am I supposed to keep
my cool around her if she affects me like this.'

Kagome whimpered softly, and grabbed his hand, pulling it to her chest. He blushed again. ‘Oh
shit.' He tried to pull away, blushing deeper as his hand brushed against her breasts. But he
stopped when he saw a tear slide down her cheek. His face softened, and he gently wiped away
the tear. ‘Why do you cry, my miko? You shouldn't ever be sad, always happy, and smiling that
radiant smile of yours.'After a few minutes of gazing at her, his eyelids drooped, and he leaned
his head against the edge of the bed, whispering a ‘goodnight' to the sleeping Kagome. ‘I
wonder, will you ever smile at me so lovingly?' He thought quietly, before slipping off to sleep.

The moonlight shone through the window, resting on the serene picture below, as the young
kitsune, miko and assassin slept peacefully together.






Okay, I made this chapter longer than the others because I took so long to update. Sorry about
that, but I was really busy with school exams, seeing as summer is in about a month and a half .
YAY! PARTAY PEOPLES! School will be over for 2 months! FREEDOM! This year was pretty
stressful, ‘cause this is my first year of High School, and it was sorta hard to adjust. SIX DAYS
UNTIL MY B-DAY! It's on Friday( my ultra favourite day, ‘cause all my favourite anime's are
on! Hooray!!! I'm going to turn 14! Whoopee! Unfortunately, I have 2 major exams on that day.
Can you believe it?! 2! On the same subject! And I hate French. Mom won't let me stay home
from school. Maybe she would have if I hadn't mentioned those gosh-darned exams. I swear, it's
a conspiracy! Anyways, there was some confusion concerning Kagome's little freak out thing in
chapter 3, but everything will come clear in the next chapter or so, just keep reading! Oh yeah,
thanks for all the reviews! Especially to mdjw-muse911 and yami-no-onna! Love you guys! ( And
the rest of you too.) Ja ne.