InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Time has Come ❯ Chapter 9
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By: Golden Foxfyre 
Beginning again...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.05.2005 | Updated On: 08.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 340 | Status: Work In Progress
Beginning again...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.05.2005 | Updated On: 08.06.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 340 | Status: Work In Progress
The Time Has Come
Golden Foxfyre
Disclaimer: :fox-like growl: Would you quit insinuating that I own Inuyasha!
Chapter 9
Inuyasha woke to sunlight falling on his face. A jaw-cracking yawn escaped the young hanyou as he stretched sleep-tightened muscles and sat up. He rubbed the sleep from his golden eyes as he looked around the room in the light of day, recalling what happened yesterday. Such memories depressed him; he couldn't understand why his brother was acting like that. He got out of bed then pulled the blanket back over it.
"Young master, you're awake!" Ayumi cried. 'In all my dealings with children so young, they never wake this early on their own.' She was awed as well as angry; she couldn't perform the task given to her if he would keep waking like this.
A slivery-white ear turned to her before he grabbed his clothes. He quickly dressed in the red attire then sniffed the air in search of his mother. Her scent floated through the area, tinged with the salty smell of her tears. Inuyasha vanished in a blur of red, leaving a surprised Ayumi behind him. "Kasan!"
Izayoi hurriedly wiped the tears from her eyes. "Ohayo, Inuyasha." She wrapped her arms around her son, vividly recalling the happier times they had once shared with others.
Golden eyes gazed into violet. "Please don't cry."
Her breath caught in her throat. He was so much like his father, even though he was only two. "Sometimes tears can't be stopped. Her eyes shimmered with an unnatural brightness, a false light that spoke of her sorrow. He was all she had left until the new baby was born, then they would be all she had that would link her to their father. How she missed him already! She could barely hear his voice, whisper-quiet, in the back of her mind, urging her to stay and raise their children to independence. That she could still hear his voice was a miracle in itself; their bonding had been strong in life, and death couldn't break it.
She turned to the basin next to her, continuing to mix the grains that her spate of crying had interrupted. Izayoi noticed the face Inuyasha made and she giggled. "I know you like meat more, but you have to eat grains too."
The pup stuck out his tongue, but didn't complain. He remembered the vivid images from what could happen when one didn't eat the plants to go along with the meat. The survivors from that village didn't last long, even after they started eating normally again. The young hanyou retrieved a few bowls then bit back a growl when Ayumi came into the room. 'Something's off about her. She smells of anger and hatred, aimed at me. I can't trust her.'
Golden eyes then turned to his mother then to the grain meal placed in his bowl. He ate his breakfast without a sound, trying to figure out why this woman his mother trusted would want to harm him. What had he ever done, save warn her when she got too close? Once they'd finished their meal, his gaze turned to his mother. "Kasan, may I go hunting?"
Izayoi bit back an instant no. Inutaisho had taught him how to hunt when he was only a year old, and the knowledge was still strong in him. He somehow understood that he would have to help provide for them while they lived in the forest. "You may, Inuyasha. Don't go far, and watch out for other hunters. They may not take kindly to you hunting in what they consider their territory."
A silvery-white head nodded. "Hai, Kasan." He left the house, sniffing the air to find out what kinds of animals the forest contained. His keen hearing suddenly caught the conversation in the house.
"M`lady, why didn't you leave him with Lord Sesshomaru? Surly he knows how to take care of a young demon." Ayumi declared.
A sigh came from his mother. "He's very angry. I think he may blame us for Inutaisho's death. Also, Inuyasha shouldn't loose both of his parents." Her voice carried the strong undertone of sorrow, a sadness that could only be cured by years' worth of time.
Before he could hear more, Inuyasha shot into the forest. Something in Ayumi's voice cut him to the core. Her question hurt him, but he took comfort in his mother's reply. She wouldn't leave him alone; she would do everything in her power to stay with him.
The pup froze in place as the scent of a herd of deer caught his attention. He crouched in the underbrush, ears twitching. Finally, the deer passed in front of him. Young eyes found his target. It was a young buck, limping from an injury to one of his legs. The injury to that front leg was enough that he would be left behind when the herd bolted. Luckily, it was small enough for him to carry home.
Inuyasha lunged from his hiding place, causing the herd to bolt in all directions. The startled cries of the deer and the pounding of their hooves shattered the quiet of the forest. He lashed out with his claws, catching his target in the throat. The deer coughed, stumbled, and fell. Dark brown eyes began to glaze over and his breathing became labored. Blood splashed over the ground, eventually trickling to a stop.
He shouldered his catch then quickly sprinted back to the hut, not even pausing to gut the deer. The pup could feel someone watching him with unfriendly eyes. Such a malice was more threatening that he ever thought it would be. The meat could wait; he was fast enough to get it home before the animal started to swell.
Golden Foxfyre
Disclaimer: :fox-like growl: Would you quit insinuating that I own Inuyasha!
Chapter 9
Inuyasha woke to sunlight falling on his face. A jaw-cracking yawn escaped the young hanyou as he stretched sleep-tightened muscles and sat up. He rubbed the sleep from his golden eyes as he looked around the room in the light of day, recalling what happened yesterday. Such memories depressed him; he couldn't understand why his brother was acting like that. He got out of bed then pulled the blanket back over it.
"Young master, you're awake!" Ayumi cried. 'In all my dealings with children so young, they never wake this early on their own.' She was awed as well as angry; she couldn't perform the task given to her if he would keep waking like this.
A slivery-white ear turned to her before he grabbed his clothes. He quickly dressed in the red attire then sniffed the air in search of his mother. Her scent floated through the area, tinged with the salty smell of her tears. Inuyasha vanished in a blur of red, leaving a surprised Ayumi behind him. "Kasan!"
Izayoi hurriedly wiped the tears from her eyes. "Ohayo, Inuyasha." She wrapped her arms around her son, vividly recalling the happier times they had once shared with others.
Golden eyes gazed into violet. "Please don't cry."
Her breath caught in her throat. He was so much like his father, even though he was only two. "Sometimes tears can't be stopped. Her eyes shimmered with an unnatural brightness, a false light that spoke of her sorrow. He was all she had left until the new baby was born, then they would be all she had that would link her to their father. How she missed him already! She could barely hear his voice, whisper-quiet, in the back of her mind, urging her to stay and raise their children to independence. That she could still hear his voice was a miracle in itself; their bonding had been strong in life, and death couldn't break it.
She turned to the basin next to her, continuing to mix the grains that her spate of crying had interrupted. Izayoi noticed the face Inuyasha made and she giggled. "I know you like meat more, but you have to eat grains too."
The pup stuck out his tongue, but didn't complain. He remembered the vivid images from what could happen when one didn't eat the plants to go along with the meat. The survivors from that village didn't last long, even after they started eating normally again. The young hanyou retrieved a few bowls then bit back a growl when Ayumi came into the room. 'Something's off about her. She smells of anger and hatred, aimed at me. I can't trust her.'
Golden eyes then turned to his mother then to the grain meal placed in his bowl. He ate his breakfast without a sound, trying to figure out why this woman his mother trusted would want to harm him. What had he ever done, save warn her when she got too close? Once they'd finished their meal, his gaze turned to his mother. "Kasan, may I go hunting?"
Izayoi bit back an instant no. Inutaisho had taught him how to hunt when he was only a year old, and the knowledge was still strong in him. He somehow understood that he would have to help provide for them while they lived in the forest. "You may, Inuyasha. Don't go far, and watch out for other hunters. They may not take kindly to you hunting in what they consider their territory."
A silvery-white head nodded. "Hai, Kasan." He left the house, sniffing the air to find out what kinds of animals the forest contained. His keen hearing suddenly caught the conversation in the house.
"M`lady, why didn't you leave him with Lord Sesshomaru? Surly he knows how to take care of a young demon." Ayumi declared.
A sigh came from his mother. "He's very angry. I think he may blame us for Inutaisho's death. Also, Inuyasha shouldn't loose both of his parents." Her voice carried the strong undertone of sorrow, a sadness that could only be cured by years' worth of time.
Before he could hear more, Inuyasha shot into the forest. Something in Ayumi's voice cut him to the core. Her question hurt him, but he took comfort in his mother's reply. She wouldn't leave him alone; she would do everything in her power to stay with him.
The pup froze in place as the scent of a herd of deer caught his attention. He crouched in the underbrush, ears twitching. Finally, the deer passed in front of him. Young eyes found his target. It was a young buck, limping from an injury to one of his legs. The injury to that front leg was enough that he would be left behind when the herd bolted. Luckily, it was small enough for him to carry home.
Inuyasha lunged from his hiding place, causing the herd to bolt in all directions. The startled cries of the deer and the pounding of their hooves shattered the quiet of the forest. He lashed out with his claws, catching his target in the throat. The deer coughed, stumbled, and fell. Dark brown eyes began to glaze over and his breathing became labored. Blood splashed over the ground, eventually trickling to a stop.
He shouldered his catch then quickly sprinted back to the hut, not even pausing to gut the deer. The pup could feel someone watching him with unfriendly eyes. Such a malice was more threatening that he ever thought it would be. The meat could wait; he was fast enough to get it home before the animal started to swell.