InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected Alliances ❯ Beginning of the End ( Chapter 3 )
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By: hanyou_demoness 
Inuyasha's soul is stolen. What is Kagome willing to doto get it back?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Action / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.28.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 407 | Status: Work In Progress
Inuyasha's soul is stolen. What is Kagome willing to doto get it back?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Action / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.28.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 407 | Status: Work In Progress
§Hanyou§
Oi!
Yeah, reviews!!! Two in total!! You guys are great...
Thanks to Kaia and Dark Soul for their input!! Remember, I may type the words, but this is your story! Any input and suggestions are welcome!!
Also, a big shoutout to Kitsama (Fanfiction.net) for beta-ing!!
Third installment to my story. Enjoy!
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§ Beginning of the End §
Inuyasha lounged in the crook of an age-old tree. Years of scuffmarks from birds and other demons marred the bark, making a smooth perch comfortable enough to sleep in. Yet, this night, the hanyou knew he could not rest. Not without Kagome near by.
Usually, when his watch ended, Inuyasha crept close to her, watching the girl’s every move before her scent lulled him asleep. Now, to something she called ‘examinations’, she was gone. Inuyasha had not slept in nearly three days.
“Cheer up, old pal. Kagome will be back before you know it.” Miroku gazed up at his despondent friend. He grinned maniacally. “Until then, you can help me keep Sango from harm in the hot springs.”
Inuyasha’s fury went instantly from thoughts of Kagome’s absence to his own fiery mouth. “Who you telling to cheer up! I do not need no cheering up!! Kagome can stay in her own time for all I care!”
“If you don’t care, then why has every second word out of your mouth been ‘Kagome this’ or ‘Kagome that’?
Inuyasha stuttered in anger, and quickly forced a response. “What’s it to you monk? That’s all I need, another person to lecture on everything I say or do.” The hanyou turned his back on the monk. “Go down and bother Sango on your own, and don’t expect any sympathy from me if she knocks some sense into that love-sick head of yours!”
“Suit yourself, Inuyasha. Just don’t try to start a fire with that hot head of yours while I’m gone, all right?” Mutters and growling curses answered Miroku’s query.
Inuyasha watched as the monk ventured quietly down to the hot springs. Stupid monk, he thought, he’ll never learn. I wonder when Kagome will be back. As if I care. Still, it’ll be nice to have her around again. Only to find the Shikon Jewel, of course. Damn that monk.
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Sango settled back on the rocks, letting the warm water loosen the muscles tightened during the day’s march. So far, they hadn’t seen any sign of Naraku, but without Kagome to sense where the jewel shards lay, it was almost impossible to find him. Until she came back, there was nothing for she and her companions to do.
Abruptly, a small ball of fur careened off the rock behind her, landing in a flat out bellyflop on the water. Water splashed in every direction, and Shippo’s tiny body floated gently on the surface. Kirara’s tail was just barely visible beneath him.
“Shippo,” Sango laughed, pulling the disorientated kitsune off her cat, “you know not to take Kirara in the pool.” The neko youkai, free from her captor, sprang hastily out of the warm water out onto a dry section of rock, quickly licking her fur coat dry.
Shippo moaned. “I think I’m going to be sick,” he said.
“Not in here with me, your not!” Sango plopped the youkai alongside Kirara. “Serves you right for trying that stunt in the first place.” Shippo moaned again. “Here, take this to Miroku,” she said, handing Shippo a tiny packet. “He might be able to find something from Kagome’s era that’ll settle your stomach.”
Kirara’s low hissing brought Sango away from her playful mood. The tiny kitten was growling at something in the bushes nearby, clearly displaying her agitation.
Sango quietly reached for stone she had purposely set for this occasion. Closing her fingers around the hard object, she whipped it into the branches where Kirara was growling. A satisfactory thunk was heard as the stone connected with something hard.
“Miroku, you pervert, I know you’re there. Come out and show yourself!”
A rustling noise behind her caused Sango to shriek and whip around. Miroku emerged from the opposite side of her, looking perplexed. “Sango,” he said, holding his hands out, “I swear to you it wasn’t me this time!”
Shippo shook his head. “Miroku! You were watching Sango! I saw you earlier, you peeping tom.” He pointed to Kirara. “But you weren’t the one Kirara was worried about.”
The neko youkai had transformed into her larger self. Tiny growls now came out as menacing roars as the demon ventured towards the bush. Grabbing something out of sight, she hauled it back towards the trio.
Sango gasped, and instantly threw a cloak around her shoulders. Kirara had dragged out a man dressed in tattered clothes, looking to be no older than Miroku himself. The man groaned, and moved his hand to a large bump rising on his head.
“What in the-” he moaned, slowly opening his eyes.
“EEEEKKK! Hiraksou!”
Miroku leaned over the man, shaking his head. A large welt had been dealt to the man’s forehead, adding more damage to his already beaten skull.
“Glad it’s you, and not me, to feel that pain,” the monk remarked. Sango glared.
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Inuyasha lazed about the campfire Miroku had set up. The monk had dragged back a pitiful wreck of a human, with wounds the hanyou knew the shape of too well. Someone else had had the nerve to invoke Sango’s wrath tonight.
The man was propped up against a nearby stone, now fully awake. He cast wary glances every now and again towards Sango, whom was quick to return the favor. Miroku he tended to ignore, but Inuyasha knew the man was most leery of him. Too many times the hanyou had encountered those whom had been frightened by his demon appearance, and this man was no different.
Miroku tossed another branch onto the fire, and leaned back against a tree. He looked at each of his companions in turn, and looked to the newcomer. “Well,” he said, “I think we all have some explaining to be done, not?”
Inuyasha gave the monk a ‘you should talk’ look, but allowed him to continue.
“I mean, how exactly were you able to stay hidden in those bushes for so long, without my lovely lady noticing? You must tell me your secret!”
Inuyasha winced. He knew what was coming.
Sango’s face went a deep purple. She took one breath, and reached around for Hiraiksou...
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Several painful moments later, Inuyasha lazed about the fire. Sango was calmly sitting to one side, letting Shippo sleep peacefully on her lap. Their guest, now even more perplexed, gazed strangely up at our favorite monk, now looking fearfully down at everyone from his perch in the tree.
“As I was saying,” said Miroku, rubbing a painful handprint on the side of his face, “my colleagues and I wish to know your reasons for travelling at this time tonight. It is nearly new moon, too dark to do so safely.”
The man glanced fearfully at Sango, and shook his head. “I am sorry to have intruded my lady,” he said. “Believe me, my lady, I meant no harm. My dearest regrets on stumbling into your sanctuary. I assure you, I had no ill intentions.”
“Keh. That’s the monk’s line.” Inuyasha rose from the fire and stretched his sore muscles. The man smiled when he caught sight of the Tetsusagia.
“You knew I was there,” he said.
Inuyasha snorted. “I could smell you a mile away. If you’d been trouble, you’d have experienced the meaning of demon rage.”
“That, my friend, I have not seen.” The stranger paused. “Though I’d bet I’d not want to. I know you, my friend. You’re Inuyasha, are you not? The half-demon rumored to be looking for jewel shards, with a woman from the future.”
“Kagome had business to attend to.” Miroku moved closer to the fire. “Why would this interest you?”
“Actually, I have something that may interest you. Ever hear of the St’aler?”
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Okay, personally as a reader, I hate cliffhangers.
MWAHH!! But I’m the author, aren’t I?
Review!!
Oi!
Yeah, reviews!!! Two in total!! You guys are great...
Thanks to Kaia and Dark Soul for their input!! Remember, I may type the words, but this is your story! Any input and suggestions are welcome!!
Also, a big shoutout to Kitsama (Fanfiction.net) for beta-ing!!
Third installment to my story. Enjoy!
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§ Beginning of the End §
Inuyasha lounged in the crook of an age-old tree. Years of scuffmarks from birds and other demons marred the bark, making a smooth perch comfortable enough to sleep in. Yet, this night, the hanyou knew he could not rest. Not without Kagome near by.
Usually, when his watch ended, Inuyasha crept close to her, watching the girl’s every move before her scent lulled him asleep. Now, to something she called ‘examinations’, she was gone. Inuyasha had not slept in nearly three days.
“Cheer up, old pal. Kagome will be back before you know it.” Miroku gazed up at his despondent friend. He grinned maniacally. “Until then, you can help me keep Sango from harm in the hot springs.”
Inuyasha’s fury went instantly from thoughts of Kagome’s absence to his own fiery mouth. “Who you telling to cheer up! I do not need no cheering up!! Kagome can stay in her own time for all I care!”
“If you don’t care, then why has every second word out of your mouth been ‘Kagome this’ or ‘Kagome that’?
Inuyasha stuttered in anger, and quickly forced a response. “What’s it to you monk? That’s all I need, another person to lecture on everything I say or do.” The hanyou turned his back on the monk. “Go down and bother Sango on your own, and don’t expect any sympathy from me if she knocks some sense into that love-sick head of yours!”
“Suit yourself, Inuyasha. Just don’t try to start a fire with that hot head of yours while I’m gone, all right?” Mutters and growling curses answered Miroku’s query.
Inuyasha watched as the monk ventured quietly down to the hot springs. Stupid monk, he thought, he’ll never learn. I wonder when Kagome will be back. As if I care. Still, it’ll be nice to have her around again. Only to find the Shikon Jewel, of course. Damn that monk.
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Sango settled back on the rocks, letting the warm water loosen the muscles tightened during the day’s march. So far, they hadn’t seen any sign of Naraku, but without Kagome to sense where the jewel shards lay, it was almost impossible to find him. Until she came back, there was nothing for she and her companions to do.
Abruptly, a small ball of fur careened off the rock behind her, landing in a flat out bellyflop on the water. Water splashed in every direction, and Shippo’s tiny body floated gently on the surface. Kirara’s tail was just barely visible beneath him.
“Shippo,” Sango laughed, pulling the disorientated kitsune off her cat, “you know not to take Kirara in the pool.” The neko youkai, free from her captor, sprang hastily out of the warm water out onto a dry section of rock, quickly licking her fur coat dry.
Shippo moaned. “I think I’m going to be sick,” he said.
“Not in here with me, your not!” Sango plopped the youkai alongside Kirara. “Serves you right for trying that stunt in the first place.” Shippo moaned again. “Here, take this to Miroku,” she said, handing Shippo a tiny packet. “He might be able to find something from Kagome’s era that’ll settle your stomach.”
Kirara’s low hissing brought Sango away from her playful mood. The tiny kitten was growling at something in the bushes nearby, clearly displaying her agitation.
Sango quietly reached for stone she had purposely set for this occasion. Closing her fingers around the hard object, she whipped it into the branches where Kirara was growling. A satisfactory thunk was heard as the stone connected with something hard.
“Miroku, you pervert, I know you’re there. Come out and show yourself!”
A rustling noise behind her caused Sango to shriek and whip around. Miroku emerged from the opposite side of her, looking perplexed. “Sango,” he said, holding his hands out, “I swear to you it wasn’t me this time!”
Shippo shook his head. “Miroku! You were watching Sango! I saw you earlier, you peeping tom.” He pointed to Kirara. “But you weren’t the one Kirara was worried about.”
The neko youkai had transformed into her larger self. Tiny growls now came out as menacing roars as the demon ventured towards the bush. Grabbing something out of sight, she hauled it back towards the trio.
Sango gasped, and instantly threw a cloak around her shoulders. Kirara had dragged out a man dressed in tattered clothes, looking to be no older than Miroku himself. The man groaned, and moved his hand to a large bump rising on his head.
“What in the-” he moaned, slowly opening his eyes.
“EEEEKKK! Hiraksou!”
Miroku leaned over the man, shaking his head. A large welt had been dealt to the man’s forehead, adding more damage to his already beaten skull.
“Glad it’s you, and not me, to feel that pain,” the monk remarked. Sango glared.
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Inuyasha lazed about the campfire Miroku had set up. The monk had dragged back a pitiful wreck of a human, with wounds the hanyou knew the shape of too well. Someone else had had the nerve to invoke Sango’s wrath tonight.
The man was propped up against a nearby stone, now fully awake. He cast wary glances every now and again towards Sango, whom was quick to return the favor. Miroku he tended to ignore, but Inuyasha knew the man was most leery of him. Too many times the hanyou had encountered those whom had been frightened by his demon appearance, and this man was no different.
Miroku tossed another branch onto the fire, and leaned back against a tree. He looked at each of his companions in turn, and looked to the newcomer. “Well,” he said, “I think we all have some explaining to be done, not?”
Inuyasha gave the monk a ‘you should talk’ look, but allowed him to continue.
“I mean, how exactly were you able to stay hidden in those bushes for so long, without my lovely lady noticing? You must tell me your secret!”
Inuyasha winced. He knew what was coming.
Sango’s face went a deep purple. She took one breath, and reached around for Hiraiksou...
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Several painful moments later, Inuyasha lazed about the fire. Sango was calmly sitting to one side, letting Shippo sleep peacefully on her lap. Their guest, now even more perplexed, gazed strangely up at our favorite monk, now looking fearfully down at everyone from his perch in the tree.
“As I was saying,” said Miroku, rubbing a painful handprint on the side of his face, “my colleagues and I wish to know your reasons for travelling at this time tonight. It is nearly new moon, too dark to do so safely.”
The man glanced fearfully at Sango, and shook his head. “I am sorry to have intruded my lady,” he said. “Believe me, my lady, I meant no harm. My dearest regrets on stumbling into your sanctuary. I assure you, I had no ill intentions.”
“Keh. That’s the monk’s line.” Inuyasha rose from the fire and stretched his sore muscles. The man smiled when he caught sight of the Tetsusagia.
“You knew I was there,” he said.
Inuyasha snorted. “I could smell you a mile away. If you’d been trouble, you’d have experienced the meaning of demon rage.”
“That, my friend, I have not seen.” The stranger paused. “Though I’d bet I’d not want to. I know you, my friend. You’re Inuyasha, are you not? The half-demon rumored to be looking for jewel shards, with a woman from the future.”
“Kagome had business to attend to.” Miroku moved closer to the fire. “Why would this interest you?”
“Actually, I have something that may interest you. Ever hear of the St’aler?”
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Okay, personally as a reader, I hate cliffhangers.
MWAHH!! But I’m the author, aren’t I?
Review!!