InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected Alliances ❯ A Fateful Decision ( Chapter 2 )

Hanyou

 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inuyasha or any of its characters.

 

§ Okay, the chapter you have all been waiting for... introduction of Inuyasha!! Hope you enjoy!

 

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§ A Fateful Decision §

 

 

"SIT!"

 

The trademark sound of Inuyasha's face connecting with the earth beneath him resounded throughout the forest, as well as the growl that came soon after.

 

"What the hell did you do that for!" Struggling against the spell, Inuyasha tried to rise before Kagome could stalk off. He succeeded only in getting another mouthful of dirt.

 

"Why do you think I did it! Here I am, going through all this trouble to make you, Miroku, Sango and Shippo decent meal for a picnic before I leave for summer finals, and you have to go and ruin it by digging through my backpack, looking for of all things, commercially-made RAMEN!!

 

True, the scene was a strange one. Kagome, Miroku, Sango and Shippo, seated neatly and carefully along the edges of an old quilt laid out with piles of hot, modern food. Inuyasha, on the other hand, had finally managed to pull himself out of the hole his impact had dug, the front of his red-haroi jacket covered in dry ramen noodles and dust.

 

"Well, it was the only thing that actually has any taste!" the hanyou yelled back, angrily brushing off his kimono.

 

Kagome's eyes glowed pure hate, and Inuyasha instantly knew he had struck a dangerous chord. Picking up her bulging yellow backpack, she exchanged quiet good-byes with Sango and Miroku, and endured a giant hug from Shippo.

 

"Kagome, I..." started the half-demon.

 

"I don't want to hear it. My exam finals finish in one week, explain it to me then."

Kagome turned tail and stalked off, leaving a fuming Inuyasha behind.

 

"Aren't you going after her?" Miroku edged closer to the homicidal hanyou.

 

"Why the hell should I? It's not like I did anything to apologize over!" He too turned away, going in the opposite direction Kagome had.

 

Sango picked up Kirara, motioning in the two directions each one had taken. "How many times have we seen those two argue over this?"

 

Miroku looked at his hands, grunting in disgust. "I doubt all the people and demons in all the world have that many fingers combined. Come Shippo, we must finish this feast. Kagome's modern food is a rare delicacy." His hand reached for a fried rice ball.

 

"Is all you think about food, Miroku?"

 

"And pretty women."

 

A surprised shriek came from Sango. Instead of going for the rice ball, Miroku's hand had instead journeyed behind the demon slayer's back. Her gloved hand spun out, knocking the monk clean onto his back.

 

"HENTAI! I'd thought you'd learned!"

 

Shippo erupted into a fit of giggles as Sango proceeded to chase the monk in through the trees, waving her large boomerang after her

 

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"Is it ready?"

 

"Yes, my lord. The final piece of the St'aler is made. I completed it just this morning."

 

"Let me see."

 

The demon ventured forth, and placed a small stiletto in the man's hand.

 

"This? It is too small for my purposes!"

 

"Wait, my lord. It is not meant to kill. Remember that we need the soul from a living body. The edge is fine enough as to not seriously harm the victim." He smiled wickedly. "You kill the victim, you lose the soul. This blade is instead meant to gather the spirit and drain it from the body. The St'aler alone cannot do this, it needs the assistance of this item. After the soul is harvested, place the stiletto atop of the orb, and the St'aler will drain it power from there."

 

The man handled the blade, twirling the hilt in his palm. "Once again, excellent work, my friend. Have you come up with a solution for our earlier problem?"

 

The demon shuddered, and shook his head. "That is becoming more of a dilemma than I had hoped, my lord. Please, allow me more time! I know I shall find a way!"

 

Sighing, the man snatched the back of the demon's neck and hauled him through the creaking doors out into the night. A tiny quarter moon illuminated the surrounding are enough to reveal the damage done by the St'aler's previous storm. Uprooted trees were scattered on the court grounds, their branches stripped bare from the winds.

 

The man threw the demon to the ground. "How was the St'aler able to work last time? Do you think me a simpleton! You had no soul to power it with! How were you able to control it?"

 

"Please, my lord! Do not think I was hiding something from you! The orb still had some power left from the last age it was used. It was only enough to demonstrate some of the St'aler's abilities to you! I only wished to show you how the device worked!"

 

The man stroked his chin, gazing precariously off into the moon's light. "You have shown your loyalty, I give you that much. But time is not an option. Bring me a solution by the time the moon disappears in the night sky, or you know what will happen."

 

Cowering beneath his master's shadow, the demon could only nod his head.

 

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