InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Time has Come ❯ Chapter 8
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By: Golden Foxfyre 
Separation...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 09.29.2005 | Updated On: 08.06.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 341 | Status: Work In Progress
Separation...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 09.29.2005 | Updated On: 08.06.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 341 | Status: Work In Progress
The Time Has Come
Golden Foxfyre
Disclaimer: Whatever would make you think that I own Inuyasha? As much as I'd like to, I don't. Satisfied? :Glares at lawyers, eyes flashing a deep blue in anger.:
Chapter 8
Inuyasha buried his head under his blankets, trying to drown out the sounds of arguing. It had been three long agonizing months since his father had died; three lonely months in which his brother had been distant, as cold as a winter's night. Now, the young lord arguing with Izayoi. The poor pup couldn't take much more of this, or the pain that radiated from his left eye.
Suddenly, he was lifted from his bedding by his mother's arms. "If that is what you wish, Sesshomaru, so be it. Someday, you'll get over your anger at us. When that day comes, I pray your brother will forgive you." She walked out of the room, securely holding her son in her arms.
"That hanyou filth," he snarled, "is a disgrace. Get out of here."
Tears filled Inuyasha's eyes at those words. What had happened to the brother he played with in the courtyard, the one that protected him from his mortal grandfather, the brother that comforted him when other children ganged up on him? How could such a loving and devoted brother become a cold-hearted bastard?
Violet eyes flared with anger, but Izayoi reined it in. It would do no good for her to purify her stepson, for that would leave the Western Lands without a trained leader. "Would you let us gather our belongings?" Her voice was weary, weary of the constant strain that had appeared in the household with the death of her mate.
"Be quick." Sesshomaru curtly commanded. He turned and stalked off, growling under his breath. 'If Tousan hadn't mated that wretch or produced that hanyou, Ryukotsuei never would've come. It's their fault that he died.'
Izayoi sighed as she finished packing what little they had. Then she caught her son's tearful golden gaze. The poor pup seemed traumatized by more that just his father's death.
"Kasan, why is he being so mean?" Sobbing laced Inuyasha's voice, sobs that he refused to release along with the tears he refused to let fall.
Izayoi sighed again. "Lord Sesshomaru is upset. What happened to your father hit all of us hard." she explained as they exited the palace. Once they were passed the outer hei, she lifted her son then placed him on the gray mare her brother had sent. She mounted behind him, lightly wrapping an arm around his waist.
The mare broke into a steady, smooth-flowing trot that ate the miles between their old home and the forest before them. Inuyasha looked back, watching the castle fade into the distance, watching the only home he had ever known vanish. 'Why, Sesshomaru-niichan? You never called me such things before. I thought that you cared...' He faced front, tightening his hold on the mare.
"Inuyasha, you don't have to have a death grip on her." Izayoi lightly teased. Her son relaxed at her words, but she could tell that he was greatly upset. She wished she could take his pain away, but the only thing that could do that and heal the wound that caused it was time. To distract him, she began pointing out various plants and explaining their medicinal purposes to him.
Finally, the pup pointed to a plant. "Kasan, isn't that the one you used on me when...the village children..."
She smiled sadly at the memory. "Yes, Inuyasha. But that plant must never be used on mortals. It is far too strong and could kill us. If you're ever hurt on the day of the new moon and it doesn't heal by nightfall, don't use that plant."
He absently nodded, running his claws through their mount's mane. Her color was so similar to his father's, even in the light of the nearly set sun. "When are we stopping, Kasan?" Curiosity laced his voice, undermined with pain.
"Not yet, we're much to close to the castle. Rest if you need to, I won't let you fall." Izayoi declared.
An exhausted hanyou leaned against his mother. Was this what he would face all of his life now? This uncertainty of welcome? Trees continued to pass, then a flicker of light caught his attention. "Kasan, lights!" He pointed on tiny clawed finger in that direction.
"That's where we are going, Inuyasha. You've been there before, when you were very young."
Curious golden eyes turned in the direction of the light, watching as it seemingly grew closer and closer. Gradually, he could make out the outline of a small house that was well-kept and a woman out front, holding a lantern up as she searched the tree line for them.
Finally, the mare halted in the clearing with a tired snort. The dark-haired woman approached the left side of the horse. "Milady, I'm sorry to hear of your loss."
Izayoi's violet eyes grew slightly stormy. "Your sorrow isn't needed, Ayumi, but I appreciate your sympathy." She handed Inuyasha to the woman.
Instantly, he was wide awake. This woman wasn't a part of his pack, and therefore not to be trusted. He growled softly, a warning that was felt and not heard.
Ayumi instantly set him down. "I mean you no harm, young master." 'Not yet, anyway. What was Izayoi thinking? Why didn't she end the pregnancy? This abomination was born into the world and now must be removed from it.'
Silvery-white ears went flat and his growl became audible. He didn't trust this woman. There was something about her that put him on edge.
"Inuyasha!" Izayoi scolded, grabbing the scruff of his neck and giving him a shake. "Behave!"
Instantly, his lips closed over his teeth and golden eyes widened. A submissive whine escaped him just before his mother released his neck. 'Why did Kasan do that right in front of her? Can't she tell that this woman is trouble?'
"No harm's done, m'lady." Ayumi declared as she took the horse. "The house is ready for you, and I will take care of your mount."
Inuyasha clung to his mother's kimono as they entered the house. Faint scents instantly reached his nose. His mother's, his father's, and his. This place was one they had visited frequently for the first few months after his birth, but nothing about it was familiar. Absolutely nothing. He whined as she put him to bed, clinging to her so tightly that her kimono would rip on his claws if she pulled away.
"Sleep, my son." Izayoi urged. Inuyasha shook his head, fear rife in his golden eyes. She smoothed his silver-white hair, humming softly to ease his fears. Then she remembered the lullaby her mother had used when she had the night terrors. Hopefully, it would work on him.
"Sleep, my little one,
For the day is done.
The sun has gone to bed,
And the moon come out instead.
By the light of this night are you safe in my arms,
No harm shall come while you sleep soundly.
The night may be long,
But day shall come along
Again.
Peace, my little one,
Sleep while the night is young."
Golden eyes slowly closed as sleep stole over him. Izayoi eased his claws from her clothes then covered him from the night's chill. Afterwards, she stared out the window, silent tears streaming down her face.
Golden Foxfyre
Disclaimer: Whatever would make you think that I own Inuyasha? As much as I'd like to, I don't. Satisfied? :Glares at lawyers, eyes flashing a deep blue in anger.:
Chapter 8
Inuyasha buried his head under his blankets, trying to drown out the sounds of arguing. It had been three long agonizing months since his father had died; three lonely months in which his brother had been distant, as cold as a winter's night. Now, the young lord arguing with Izayoi. The poor pup couldn't take much more of this, or the pain that radiated from his left eye.
Suddenly, he was lifted from his bedding by his mother's arms. "If that is what you wish, Sesshomaru, so be it. Someday, you'll get over your anger at us. When that day comes, I pray your brother will forgive you." She walked out of the room, securely holding her son in her arms.
"That hanyou filth," he snarled, "is a disgrace. Get out of here."
Tears filled Inuyasha's eyes at those words. What had happened to the brother he played with in the courtyard, the one that protected him from his mortal grandfather, the brother that comforted him when other children ganged up on him? How could such a loving and devoted brother become a cold-hearted bastard?
Violet eyes flared with anger, but Izayoi reined it in. It would do no good for her to purify her stepson, for that would leave the Western Lands without a trained leader. "Would you let us gather our belongings?" Her voice was weary, weary of the constant strain that had appeared in the household with the death of her mate.
"Be quick." Sesshomaru curtly commanded. He turned and stalked off, growling under his breath. 'If Tousan hadn't mated that wretch or produced that hanyou, Ryukotsuei never would've come. It's their fault that he died.'
Izayoi sighed as she finished packing what little they had. Then she caught her son's tearful golden gaze. The poor pup seemed traumatized by more that just his father's death.
"Kasan, why is he being so mean?" Sobbing laced Inuyasha's voice, sobs that he refused to release along with the tears he refused to let fall.
Izayoi sighed again. "Lord Sesshomaru is upset. What happened to your father hit all of us hard." she explained as they exited the palace. Once they were passed the outer hei, she lifted her son then placed him on the gray mare her brother had sent. She mounted behind him, lightly wrapping an arm around his waist.
The mare broke into a steady, smooth-flowing trot that ate the miles between their old home and the forest before them. Inuyasha looked back, watching the castle fade into the distance, watching the only home he had ever known vanish. 'Why, Sesshomaru-niichan? You never called me such things before. I thought that you cared...' He faced front, tightening his hold on the mare.
"Inuyasha, you don't have to have a death grip on her." Izayoi lightly teased. Her son relaxed at her words, but she could tell that he was greatly upset. She wished she could take his pain away, but the only thing that could do that and heal the wound that caused it was time. To distract him, she began pointing out various plants and explaining their medicinal purposes to him.
Finally, the pup pointed to a plant. "Kasan, isn't that the one you used on me when...the village children..."
She smiled sadly at the memory. "Yes, Inuyasha. But that plant must never be used on mortals. It is far too strong and could kill us. If you're ever hurt on the day of the new moon and it doesn't heal by nightfall, don't use that plant."
He absently nodded, running his claws through their mount's mane. Her color was so similar to his father's, even in the light of the nearly set sun. "When are we stopping, Kasan?" Curiosity laced his voice, undermined with pain.
"Not yet, we're much to close to the castle. Rest if you need to, I won't let you fall." Izayoi declared.
An exhausted hanyou leaned against his mother. Was this what he would face all of his life now? This uncertainty of welcome? Trees continued to pass, then a flicker of light caught his attention. "Kasan, lights!" He pointed on tiny clawed finger in that direction.
"That's where we are going, Inuyasha. You've been there before, when you were very young."
Curious golden eyes turned in the direction of the light, watching as it seemingly grew closer and closer. Gradually, he could make out the outline of a small house that was well-kept and a woman out front, holding a lantern up as she searched the tree line for them.
Finally, the mare halted in the clearing with a tired snort. The dark-haired woman approached the left side of the horse. "Milady, I'm sorry to hear of your loss."
Izayoi's violet eyes grew slightly stormy. "Your sorrow isn't needed, Ayumi, but I appreciate your sympathy." She handed Inuyasha to the woman.
Instantly, he was wide awake. This woman wasn't a part of his pack, and therefore not to be trusted. He growled softly, a warning that was felt and not heard.
Ayumi instantly set him down. "I mean you no harm, young master." 'Not yet, anyway. What was Izayoi thinking? Why didn't she end the pregnancy? This abomination was born into the world and now must be removed from it.'
Silvery-white ears went flat and his growl became audible. He didn't trust this woman. There was something about her that put him on edge.
"Inuyasha!" Izayoi scolded, grabbing the scruff of his neck and giving him a shake. "Behave!"
Instantly, his lips closed over his teeth and golden eyes widened. A submissive whine escaped him just before his mother released his neck. 'Why did Kasan do that right in front of her? Can't she tell that this woman is trouble?'
"No harm's done, m'lady." Ayumi declared as she took the horse. "The house is ready for you, and I will take care of your mount."
Inuyasha clung to his mother's kimono as they entered the house. Faint scents instantly reached his nose. His mother's, his father's, and his. This place was one they had visited frequently for the first few months after his birth, but nothing about it was familiar. Absolutely nothing. He whined as she put him to bed, clinging to her so tightly that her kimono would rip on his claws if she pulled away.
"Sleep, my son." Izayoi urged. Inuyasha shook his head, fear rife in his golden eyes. She smoothed his silver-white hair, humming softly to ease his fears. Then she remembered the lullaby her mother had used when she had the night terrors. Hopefully, it would work on him.
"Sleep, my little one,
For the day is done.
The sun has gone to bed,
And the moon come out instead.
By the light of this night are you safe in my arms,
No harm shall come while you sleep soundly.
The night may be long,
But day shall come along
Again.
Peace, my little one,
Sleep while the night is young."
Golden eyes slowly closed as sleep stole over him. Izayoi eased his claws from her clothes then covered him from the night's chill. Afterwards, she stared out the window, silent tears streaming down her face.