InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ To Perish Once More ❯ II: Chapter Two: Unmei ( Chapter 27 )

Disclaimer: Youkai and hanyous were never once my idea to begin with, and unfortunately, neither are any of the Inu-Yasha characters. Simply put, this story is my creation, of sorts, *especially* my OCs. Without the talents of Ms. Takahashi there would be no hope for us bizarre wanna-bes.

 

 

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To Perish Twice the Pain: Chapter Two: Unmei

-Jasmine Fields

 

 

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Introducing Original Characters for Part II(not necessarily in order of appearance):

 

Shiroumi - meaning: sea fort

Meishenshi - meaning: famous warrior

Shouri - meaning: victorious

Kurokeikeno - meaning: black (dark) piety

Fuefuki - meaning: piper

Hotaka - literally a mountain that dwells in Japan…but for this fic, it's a character's name

Rokugatsumi - meaning: June

 

 

Introducing Other Important Terms:

 

Kagi no Kodaitaisei - Key of the Ancient Order

****** Kodaitaisei - Ancient Order

Shakuhachi - traditional Japanese bamboo flute

 

 

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Warning: Part II Angst/Drama. -Jazz-

 

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A/N: Dedication of this chapter goes to Miko's Sorrow, Crys, Midnight Sparrow, Kellybug, xmenfightingmiko, and Dark Phoenix Akurei. Thanks for your reading loyalty.

 

 

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It was necessity beyond obligation that drove her endurance over the edge when the life longed for ceased all too suddenly.

 

Admittedly, not all things were foreseen in the life she once claimed her own. The scope of her power and the beat of pumping blood through her priestess heart were as foreign to her existence as rain was known to frequent desert lands.

 

She had not begged for life once more - nor had she suspected the power ebbing and flowing through her veins exceeded all of the era as a result of the seeming intervention intertwined with the will of providential hands working to undo a great evil that had befallen the earth.

 

In the wild lands, where she had come to her senses after being stripped mind and soul from the future incarnation of her self, she begrudgingly accepted a sure detection that Inuyasha spoke no falsehood - when he recounted the tragic events which occurred naught but half a century prior.

 

Combating sorrow and self-sabotage with her return had been a difficult victory to obtain.

 

But then, after some time, she gathered the remainders of her memory - and the intents therein - reaching the simple conclusion that her weakness and ignorance led their carefully forged bond into jeopardy the precise instant their fragile cord of trust snapped beneath the crushing weight of smothered hopes.

 

At the time, she had unconsciously ruled out the power of a single wounded and dying mortal's evil wish.

 

The effects of those fatal consequences labored against all the good that she pursued when choosing to love then surrender the half-breed she knowingly deliberately exchanged pleasure loneliness - then pain and death by the burrowing of a hot sacred arrow through his flesh - directed and staked in the dead-center of his half-human heart.

 

She had died without a lot of thought given to the adrenaline-driven actions.

 

Inuyasha…

 

Acting mostly on instinct and intuition there was no regret housed in the chambers of her soul when the pain of the claws that had split her shoulders and arm in half - barely reaching the jugular - agonized her body with the wretched shedding of her blood under the forest canopy as she fell into darkness shouting incoherent last second instructions, reaching for the wretched grief-causing jewel as emptiness swallowed her to the depths of her personal hell, and suspended her surrounded in the darkness that she lay.

 

Inuyasha…

 

His name had been whispered, passing over her lips the final moments upon her death.

 

Inuyasha…

 

Thus, the first moments of her waking, she screamed the madness that crazed her soul in the eternal darkness of her afterlife, determined, and making the decision to gain knowledge from one whom had witnessed the events entirely - whose advanced years held possibility of surpassing her own wisdom, experience, and knowledge.

 

Perhaps Kaede had known the truth to the tales rumored through the many villages she traveled before arriving home.

 

"I came to find out the reason I died..."

 

She came and left with an urgent purpose to her now-aged elder sister's dwelling. At the time of her inquiry - that already seemed faded so long ago - she sought out answers for unrealized truths.

 

“As long as Naraku still has the heart of Onigumo…”

 

Silently denying and yet speaking aloud the resentment and embittered hatred to undertake another solitary burden, of skewed varied sorts, in order to quell the jaded fiery pillars of her stone cold heart beneath the licking flames of her dying love and loathing - confronting the residual and acquaintance to the object of her renewed tenderness and animosity, she sought to restore the equilibrium that had jolted alive when learning of the fateful error of her final thoughts.

 

Onigumo…

 

Letting the name die before it reached her lips in a sneer, she trudged bitterly onward, turning toward the north-east.

 

Monk…

 

Commanding her feet to expedite her directives faster toward the person she had news for, she urged through cleft laden rock visages, resting when the souls she fed off of grew weary. Releasing waves of holy power into her arrows, when the need arose for some smaller poorer communities, she rescued victims suffocating from acidic demonic miasma spittling and sputtering intending to threaten and overcome their already small manpower.

 

In the end, she accidentally stumbled upon an article better left in the care and company of that group her Inuyasha led.

 

Monk…

 

Relief flooded her soul when she found him strolling away from the demon slayer.

 

For meditation most likely…

 

She knew the winds swirling violently beneath the rosary were driving him to the brink of sane reflection. Seeing the hesitation and deliberation that crossed over the surface of his face when he glanced at her upon her approach, he shook his head silently when she requested and gained his cooperative attention.

 

“It's a shakuhachi.”

 

She said, holding her hand to place it in his grasp.

 

Though with some reluctance, he accepted the object filled with mysterious perilous powers.

 

“What shall I do with it?” he questioned.

 

“Apart from protecting it from Naraku - I don't really care.”

 

And she didn't.

 

The traveling monk had turned to walk away, presumably thinking their business was finished.

 

“Miroku.”

 

He stopped in his tracks.

 

He wasn't aware that I knew his name.

 

Squaring his shoulders, she predicted what he would say and cut him off.

 

“Your void will swallow you before the year ends.”

 

She noticed the way his eyes looked pained, as though she discovered a hidden secret that he did not wish to confess his valid concerns over.

 

“If that is my destiny.”

 

Nodding her head, she was inclined to willingly set aside her pride to agree.

 

“Indeed.”

 

“Priestess Kikyo,” he queried, settling his staff in front of him, “what truly brings you here? Is it Inuyasha?”

 

“Be quiet!”

 

Inuyasha…is here.

 

He was a distraction, really.

 

Thinking on him wasn't getting her closer to her goal, so, blurting the words before he could outwit or question her with more than courtesies expected of their station, she raised her hand, pointing her finger into his chest before bleating her other purpose here…

 

I have to tell the Monk…

 

“Find Rokugatsumi, the healer, in the south-western provinces. Your Mushin's temple and his medicines, here on out, are useless and cannot contain the curse placed on you by Naraku.”

 

Her heart had truly softened since chancing upon the others hunting for the same monster haunting them with his wicked wiles, pitying and fending for them in the manner that she would have, should life's blood flow back to warm her.

 

Too bad Kagome will never personally know that charity from me...

 

She doesn't belong here - and Inuyasha…

 

Inuyasha…

 

Slipping into petrified dissonance once more, she slogged ahead advancing toward her true enemy, slinging her bow and quivers over her left shoulder while trying to ignore the nuisance of her still-felt wounds, guided by the eternalized abhorrence of her sorrowful love realized.

 

 

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