InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected Alliances ❯ A New Priority ( Chapter 4 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: hanyou_demoness 
Inuyasha's soul is stolen. What is Kagome willing to do to get it back?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Action / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.28.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 384 | Status: Work In Progress
Inuyasha's soul is stolen. What is Kagome willing to do to get it back?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Action / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.28.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 384 | Status: Work In Progress
Here's the fourth chapter as well... a little extra for you guys to see!!
Thanks again to Kitsama for beta-ing!!
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§ A New Priority §
“Actually, I have something that may interest you. Ever hear of the St’aler?”
Sango shrugged a shoulder, and Inuyasha shook his head. “Look,” he started, “whatever mumbo jumbo you’ve caught yourself in, I personally want no par-”
“Inuyasha, wait.” Miroku slid down the trunk of the tree, landing close to the man. “why should a man such as you know of the existence of the St’aler? You barely seemed to recognize my friend as a half-demon a few minutes ago. Why the sudden change?”
The man smiled, and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. Among the people I work with, I’m known by many names. You, monk, may know me by my formal title.”
“My name is Varon Misake.”
“THE Varon Misake!!!” Miroku said, startling both his fellow companions and the man beside him. Realizing what he just had done, the monk dropped to his knees and reverently bowed at Varon’s feet. “I mean, greetings fellow monk. I hadn’t realized who you were... please excuse my former rudeness.”
Varon put up his arms, trying to wave off Miroku’s surrender. From the way the monk was groveling at the man’s feet, it seemed Miroku wasn’t going to get up any time soon.
Sango groaned. “Miroku, you mean to say there’s another perverted monk out there I have to watch out for?”
Miroku’s head darted up, his piercing blue gaze staring to Sango’s. “Sango, this is the high monk of my clan, and an old friend of my father’s. Please try to show some respect!”
“Miroku, please!” Varon shook off the monk, putting the fire between him and his enemy. Miroku’s shoulders sighed, and he too resumed his spot.
“And to answer your question, milady,” ventured Varon, “how could one resist such a woman as you?” Sango face flushed again, but she held her tongue.
“Great, two womanizers to look out for. Tell your friend, Miroku, that I’m not getting you two out of trouble.” Inuyasha looked to each man in turn. “As that now seems to be a full time job. When Kagome returns, we hunt for the Jewel shards again. You,” he continued, pointing at Varon, “can stay if you wish, as long as you don’t slow us down. Understand?”
“Now, what was this about the St’aler?”
Varon eyes went serious, and gaze went ice cold. “Legend has it that the St’aler were objects of power used by our ancestors to control weather. These objects were extremely powerful, causing oceans to freeze and ice to cover the world, or for tropical plants to flourish on the highest mountaintops. They apparently were given by the spirits to create and nourish the land for our people to survive, but the hearts of our ancestors were corrupted and they instead turned the St’aler into weapons of destruction.”
Shippo poked his head out from Sango’s lap, the noise had awakened the little kitsune. “How could objects that control the weather be used.... to hurt?”
“Eternal flooding, or drought. A mile of ice above your head. All of these disasters have occurred in the past. Because of their danger, my clan sealed the spheres away millennia ago, hoping to never see those things again.”
“Someone has found the spheres!” Miroku gasped. “But how? Our ancestors kept no records, even we had no clue...”
“My fellows and I have seen signs of St’aler use all over Japan. I have searched for months, but I have been unable to find the source of the attacks. Two things are certain however, the attacker’s power and accuracy are increasing, and he knows the ancient requirement for their power.”
“What?” asked Inuyasha.
“A living human soul,” replied Miroku, “stolen from the body while the victim is still alive. An eternity of suffering, never attaining peace. Banished, forever.”
“Like I said,” continued Varon, “I have been searching for months. I am glad I have come across your path Miroku, I could use you and your friends help. The only lead I have is of demon named Naraku.”
Inuyasha spit the name from lips. “Naraku.”
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Kagome sighed, placing a pen down on the floor beside her bed. A mountain of textbooks, formerly rivaling Mt. Everest, was stacked neatly to the wall. Kagome bounced heavily on her bed, and smiled as Buyo made a clumsy attempt to follow her.
All right, she thought, it’s not as if I thought those exams would go well. I mean, I’ve missed almost half the year chasing around for those Jewel Shards. I just never thought I’d actually fail one.
The exam stared at her from her open hands, her mother’s signature stood out on the front in fresh ink. The teacher had actually sent the exam home for her family to see, probably from shock, Kagome thought, as she had never heard of Mr. Takusho humiliating a person like that before. At least she had been offered a night course on the weekends to catch up.
Placing the paper to the side, Kagome rose from the bed. A slight creak from the tree next to her window made her jump, but she quickly relaxed. Only the wind, her mind told her. Then again, Inuyasha likes to sit in that tree when I’m at home. Maybe he paid me a visit. Probably to tell me I’m late again.
Kagome opened the window, and leaned outside. The night wind brushed past her face as she watched the trees outside move to its silent tune.
The shadowed figure leapt toward her.
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Pssst! For all those worried about Naraku being the bad guy of this fic... well, I never said he was, did I? *HINT*
Review!!
-Hanyou
Thanks again to Kitsama for beta-ing!!
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§ A New Priority §
“Actually, I have something that may interest you. Ever hear of the St’aler?”
Sango shrugged a shoulder, and Inuyasha shook his head. “Look,” he started, “whatever mumbo jumbo you’ve caught yourself in, I personally want no par-”
“Inuyasha, wait.” Miroku slid down the trunk of the tree, landing close to the man. “why should a man such as you know of the existence of the St’aler? You barely seemed to recognize my friend as a half-demon a few minutes ago. Why the sudden change?”
The man smiled, and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. Among the people I work with, I’m known by many names. You, monk, may know me by my formal title.”
“My name is Varon Misake.”
“THE Varon Misake!!!” Miroku said, startling both his fellow companions and the man beside him. Realizing what he just had done, the monk dropped to his knees and reverently bowed at Varon’s feet. “I mean, greetings fellow monk. I hadn’t realized who you were... please excuse my former rudeness.”
Varon put up his arms, trying to wave off Miroku’s surrender. From the way the monk was groveling at the man’s feet, it seemed Miroku wasn’t going to get up any time soon.
Sango groaned. “Miroku, you mean to say there’s another perverted monk out there I have to watch out for?”
Miroku’s head darted up, his piercing blue gaze staring to Sango’s. “Sango, this is the high monk of my clan, and an old friend of my father’s. Please try to show some respect!”
“Miroku, please!” Varon shook off the monk, putting the fire between him and his enemy. Miroku’s shoulders sighed, and he too resumed his spot.
“And to answer your question, milady,” ventured Varon, “how could one resist such a woman as you?” Sango face flushed again, but she held her tongue.
“Great, two womanizers to look out for. Tell your friend, Miroku, that I’m not getting you two out of trouble.” Inuyasha looked to each man in turn. “As that now seems to be a full time job. When Kagome returns, we hunt for the Jewel shards again. You,” he continued, pointing at Varon, “can stay if you wish, as long as you don’t slow us down. Understand?”
“Now, what was this about the St’aler?”
Varon eyes went serious, and gaze went ice cold. “Legend has it that the St’aler were objects of power used by our ancestors to control weather. These objects were extremely powerful, causing oceans to freeze and ice to cover the world, or for tropical plants to flourish on the highest mountaintops. They apparently were given by the spirits to create and nourish the land for our people to survive, but the hearts of our ancestors were corrupted and they instead turned the St’aler into weapons of destruction.”
Shippo poked his head out from Sango’s lap, the noise had awakened the little kitsune. “How could objects that control the weather be used.... to hurt?”
“Eternal flooding, or drought. A mile of ice above your head. All of these disasters have occurred in the past. Because of their danger, my clan sealed the spheres away millennia ago, hoping to never see those things again.”
“Someone has found the spheres!” Miroku gasped. “But how? Our ancestors kept no records, even we had no clue...”
“My fellows and I have seen signs of St’aler use all over Japan. I have searched for months, but I have been unable to find the source of the attacks. Two things are certain however, the attacker’s power and accuracy are increasing, and he knows the ancient requirement for their power.”
“What?” asked Inuyasha.
“A living human soul,” replied Miroku, “stolen from the body while the victim is still alive. An eternity of suffering, never attaining peace. Banished, forever.”
“Like I said,” continued Varon, “I have been searching for months. I am glad I have come across your path Miroku, I could use you and your friends help. The only lead I have is of demon named Naraku.”
Inuyasha spit the name from lips. “Naraku.”
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Kagome sighed, placing a pen down on the floor beside her bed. A mountain of textbooks, formerly rivaling Mt. Everest, was stacked neatly to the wall. Kagome bounced heavily on her bed, and smiled as Buyo made a clumsy attempt to follow her.
All right, she thought, it’s not as if I thought those exams would go well. I mean, I’ve missed almost half the year chasing around for those Jewel Shards. I just never thought I’d actually fail one.
The exam stared at her from her open hands, her mother’s signature stood out on the front in fresh ink. The teacher had actually sent the exam home for her family to see, probably from shock, Kagome thought, as she had never heard of Mr. Takusho humiliating a person like that before. At least she had been offered a night course on the weekends to catch up.
Placing the paper to the side, Kagome rose from the bed. A slight creak from the tree next to her window made her jump, but she quickly relaxed. Only the wind, her mind told her. Then again, Inuyasha likes to sit in that tree when I’m at home. Maybe he paid me a visit. Probably to tell me I’m late again.
Kagome opened the window, and leaned outside. The night wind brushed past her face as she watched the trees outside move to its silent tune.
The shadowed figure leapt toward her.
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Pssst! For all those worried about Naraku being the bad guy of this fic... well, I never said he was, did I? *HINT*
Review!!
-Hanyou