InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tomaru's Story ❯ Chapter 1

 

Chapter 1

 

 

“Naraku, this is it! You are gonna die!”

 

Above the din and clamor of the ongoing battle rings the voice of clear conviction and smug confidence. A man, appearing to be about 20 years of age, jumps unbelievably high in the air, wielding a huge fang-like sword. He wears a red haori made of fire-rat fur and red hakama pants and his feet are bare. The most remarkable thing about this young man is not his waist-length silver-white hair, but the two snow white pointed dog ears poking out of the top of his head.

 

The young man bought his fang-sword down on a ghastly root-like tentacle, slicing it in two. Another tentacle reached for the young man from behind, but was struck by a jingling shakujou staff. The young man turned around to see a dark-haired monk dressed in black and indigo robes, appearing about the same age as the hanyou, wielding the staff with deadly precision.

 

“Thanks, Miroku,” the white-haired man said as he jumped into the air again.

 

“Just don't get overconfident, Inuyasha,” Miroku the monk replied, slicing another tentacle in two with his staff. “We need to finish this tonight!”

 

“Miroku! Look out! Hiraikotsu!” A young woman wearing a black bodysuit with pink armor riding a large cream and black-colored two-tailed demon cat flung a man-sized bone boomerang with deadly precision, hacking off two more tentacles that were reaching for the monk from behind. She leaped off the cat once the boomerang returned, landing lithely next to Miroku. “Stop jabbering and start fighting!”

 

Her waist-length dark brown hair was pulled up in a ponytail, and it whipped Miroku on the back of his head as she whirled around, using her Hiraikotsu to block tentacles attempting to reach them.

 

“Sango! Have a care with that weapon!” Miroku admonished, standing back to back with her.

 

“What are you talking about, Miroku?” Sango replied, distracted by the tentacles. “I haven't even come close to hitting you.”

 

Miroku fended off another tentacle and took the opportunity to reach back and squeeze Sango's behind. “I was talking about that ponytail of yours… it is deadly too.”

 

Sango's whole body did a cold-shower-like shiver, with her brown eyes open wide in shock. She whirled on him, her face bright red in embarrassment. “Miroku!! What do you think you're doing? This is not the time to be lecherous!!” She picked up her boomerang, the Hiraikotsu, and swung it at him.

 

Miroku blanched pure white and ducked. She tried to hit him! She missed him and ended up slicing off a bunch of tentacles that had snuck up behind Miroku while he was copping his feel. He looked up at her, his blue eyes wide. “Eh… you… meant to hit those and not me…. right?”

 

Sango snorted and jumped away, leaving him to ponder her true intentions. But he wasn't able to ponder long as Naraku closed in his tentacles on Miroku, attempting to absorb the monk into his body. Miroku jumped out of the way and landed next to Inuyasha.

 

“Inuyasha,” he asked, holding his staff in front of him like a shield. “When are Kagome and Kikyou going to find that baby? We can't keep this up forever…” Inuyasha grunted, slicing more tentacles.

 

“I don't know, but they better do it soon! Naraku needs to die!” Inuyasha jumped up and away, heading for Naraku's main body. Naraku, the result of a thief named Omigumo and a horde of demons merging into one body, had the upper torso and head of a human, but multitudes of other demon parts sprouting from his waist: spider legs, tentacles, warty-looking sections. All in all, Naraku was a nasty creature to behold.

 

However, the creature was immortal, as his heart resided in a most unlikely creature- a white-haired, lavender-eyed infant that was no woman-born baby. The child had the terrifying ability to manipulate one's heart and soul and could speak as an adult. If this child, Naraku's heart, could be destroyed, Naraku would be vanquished forever.

 

Another figure entered the battlefield, calm, cool, and collected. His long white hair and golden eyes were the same as Inuyasha's, but that was where the similarities ended. He gazed at the scene before him with an expressionless face, then swiftly jumped, drew his sword, and sliced off a claw, then proceeded to attack Naraku as well. Sango spotted the newcomer from her battle position on Kirara's back.

 

“Sesshoumaru! What is he doing here?” She wondered to herself. Inuyasha's half-brother usually didn't join forces with his little brother and his friends. She shook her head. Now was not the time to be wondering. She took in the battle below her, watching as Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru parried words and insults as they fought against Naraku's endless limbs.

 

“I told you, jackass, I'm going to be the one to finish off Naraku!” Inuyasha yelled at his brother as he jumped out of the way of another of Naraku's attacks. “So just back off!”

 

Sesshoumaru gave his little brother his usual bored glance, his white hair blowing back from his face, showing his purple crescent moon mark on his forehead and magenta stripes on his cheeks clearly in the moonlight. He jumped toward his brother, seemingly intent on delivering an attack to silence the young hanyou.

 

“Where is your miko, little brother? Have you abandoned her again?”

 

“Shaddup!”

 

“Or perhaps she has finally realized the futileness of trying to obtain your attention when you are so obviously still involved with the dead one.”

 

“Keh! What would you know about it? Now watch as I destroy Naraku once and for all!” Inuyasha lifted his fang-sword and headed toward Naraku's main body.

 

Sesshoumaru shook his head. Stupid hanyou. Didn't he realize that the young miko was in love with him? Probably not. He never was much on intelligence.

 

Sango and Miroku listened to the byplay as they continued to fight Naraku. Why was Sesshoumaru here?

 

 

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