InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected Encounters ❯ eight ( Chapter 8 )
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By: kittyb78 
Airi's Past- Airi tells Ban about some of her past.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.21.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 322 | Status: Work In Progress
Airi's Past- Airi tells Ban about some of her past.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.21.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 322 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own the Inuyasha characters, they belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I do own this plot line.
Chapter eight:
Bankotsu continued holding her until her sniffles stopped and she shoved away from him. His hand clamped around her wrist to keep her from running off again.
Airi hissed and tried to break free of his hold, but he pulled her to her feet and into his body, cementing his vise-like grip around her waist and forced her to look him in the eyes; commanding harshly, “Tell me why you ran from me.”
She scoffed and retorted, “You can’t possibly be that stupid,” glaring into his eyes.
He rolled his eyes stating, “I know because of your grandpa... But why would that matter so damn much?”
She scowled and kicked his shin hard, earning a startled yelp from the braid haired teen, and her freedom when he broke his hold on her in favor of cradling his abused shin while scowling at her.
She placed her hands on her hips and stared him right in the eyes saying, “For your information asshole, he was the only family I’ve ever had and he was dying.”
Unimpressed he scoffed, “Then I did you both a favor,” rubbing his poor shin as he glared at the ungrateful woman.
Airi growled and raised her hand delivering a vicious slap to his arrogant face. He growled and caught her hand ordering icily, “Don’t ever try that again.”
She struggled demanding, “Let go!” Her own eyes blazing with fury as she tried to break free from his iron grip. His free hand whipped out wrapping around her throat as he lifted her into the air. Her small hands immediately went to the hand constricting her throat.
Bankotsu’s glare was hard and unrelenting. The moment she began to kick at him, he tightened his grasp around her slender neck, ceasing her violent movements. Airi gasped for breath as she willed her eyes to remain open. She could feel the blood in her face rushing and building up from the lack of circulation. Black spots began to dance before her as she stared into his eyes. They were hard and shimmered with that same evil gleam she’d seen when they first met. She moved her lips, but no words passed them.
At the sight of her growing a deep purplish color, an aching began in his chest, causing him to loosen his grip on her. She inhaled immediately gasping the air greedily. He glanced down to his chest and narrowed his eyes as he looked back to her. The unfamiliar sensation had lessened as soon as he’d loosened his grip on her throat.
He applied more pressure to his hold on her neck. In response she let out a muffled noise. Tears gathered in her eyes as blood vessels began to burst, turning her eyes bloodshot red. Her movements began to become sluggish. He spoke dangerously, “Don’t you ever slap me as if I were some misbehaved child again,” glaring at her with hard and unforgiving eyes.
Mustering what little strength she had left, she held her fingers together and bent her wrist, forming her hand into a crane beak and drove it as hard as she could; right into the top of his hand. His hand involuntarily jerked opened and she fell to the ground, sucking huge amounts of air into her oxygen starved lungs.
Her original color slowly returned to her skin and the tears that had gathered around her eyes streamed down her cheeks. Eyes wide as saucers, she glared at him saying shakily, “Stay… stay away from me,” crawling backwards, as his angry glare bored into her, while he gently cradled his aching hand.
Once she’d made it several feet away from him, she sat straight with her eyes never leaving his hulking form and tried to return her accelerated heart rate back to normal; rubbing her bruised neck in an effort to soothe the abused skin.
Bankotsu scowled and moved towards her, watching in shock as she visibly recoiled from him, flinching in fear. His heart clenched at the sight. Halting in his tracks, he released a heavy sigh and said, “Look Airi I-“
She held up a hand and cut him off in a raspy voice, “Don’t bother- just… don’t.” and very slowly moved to stand to her feet, walking step by trembling step back towards the castle. After only six steps she collapsed to her knees crying out and began panting harshly trying to breathe through the pain wracking her ankle.
Bankotsu swore under his breath and ran over to her asking in a concerned voice, “Airi are you alright?”
Realizing that she no longer had the ability to walk on her own, she scowled and sat on the ground scoffing, “Am I alright he asks me?” shaking her head side to side disbelievingly.
Staring up into his eyes, she huffed, “Fine since you must know, I’ll tell you then. That village that you and your ‘brothers’ so mindlessly slaughtered because you were bored, was my village… at least it’s where I was born.”
Taking a deep breath, she glared up at him and continued, “You already know that you killed my grandpa, and that he was dying… What you didn’t know is that he’s spent the last six years as a cripple- simply because he protected me.” sadness entering her voice.
Bankotsu frowned and sat across from her asking confused, “Why?”
Airi sighed and tears once again stung her eyes, but this time she refused to let them fall. Taking a deep breath she replied in an emotionless voice, “Because of a heartless bastard who didn’t like to be denied. He was also the village headman’s son.”
The tears continued to burn her eyes and she blinked, causing crystalline drops to flow unbidden and unwanted. She continued in the same emotion free tone, “He decided that he wanted me and refused to take no for an answer. Once day when I was returning from the river, he and his goon squad cornered me. They held me down and he… forced himself on me.”
She spat out bitterly,”Ignoring the crowd that began to gather, he continued for quite some time. I cried for help, even begged and no one would listen. They all turned their backs and pretended nothing was wrong.”
She sighed and said sadly, “My grandfather came looking for me and saw what was going on. He beat them off of me and they broke his legs- would have killed him, if I hadn’t killed them.” She fell silent waiting to gauge his reaction.
When he remained silent and simply motioned for her to continue, she obliged by explaining, “I was so overcome with anger that I didn’t care what happened to me anymore. When I saw them hurting Grandpa I… I grabbed the fishing knife that was lying on the ground and I used it.”
Taking another deep breath she shook her head - referring to the headman’s son as she said evenly, “I kept bringing it down into him over and over. By the time I was done, I was covered in their blood and my own, I didn’t care that I was still completely naked. I used my last bit of adrenaline and crawled over to my grandfather and wept into his chest telling him I was sorry that he’d gotten hurt.”
The headman came out and saw them dead and became furious. Grandfather placed a blanket over me even though he couldn’t walk. We just stayed there and clung to each other crying.”
Bankotsu was overcome with an intense need to comfort her and lifted a hand toward her face. He stopped just short of his goal when she flinched away. He sighed and slowly wiped away a single crystalline drop with his thumb as he breathed softly, “Go on.”
Closing her eyes she finished, “He wanted to kill me, but there were too many witnesses to what had happened. So instead, he banished me from the village and told me never to return. Grandfather couldn’t go with me because he would have died from the extent of his injuries, had they gone left untreated. So Grandpa reluctantly stayed behind and was tended to, while I was cast out with nothing but a blanket around me.”
Shaking her head she continued, “I stumbled along as far as I could shivering in the wintery night, and just before the snow hit I collapsed unable to go on any further. I remember feeling cold inside and out, and that I’d huddled into a tight ball to try to keep warm, as the blackness took over. The next thing I knew, I woke up in a warm hut with a kind old woman who had nursed me back to health. She’d even clothed me and given me a place to stay.
Once I was able to talk, I explained to her what had happened. She asked me to stay with her and help her village. Feeling that I owed her a debt of gratitude, I remained until the war broke out. I was trained to be a damn good soldier too. After the war left that village slaughtered, I moved on again and have been wandering the lands ever since.”
Taking another deep breath she sighed and said, “I recently received word that grandfather was dying and his last request had been to see me once more. I immediately broke away from my current battalion and traveled back to where I’d been born as fast as I could… only-“ cutting off to swipe angrily at her annoying tears.
His heart ached with the knowledge that he and his brothers had killed her grandfather. He was glad that the village had been killed, but wished that she’d have had the chance to see her grandfather one more time.
Airi sighed ending motionlessly, “So, now you know.” She moved to stand up again and her ankle gave out again. Watching as her fist hit the ground and formed small craters in her frustration; he sighed and scooped her into his arms saying gruffly, “Let’s go back.”
Knowing that she had no way of walking on her own, Airi stayed silent and crossed her arms over her chest; huffing as she refused to look at him. Bankotsu frowned as he carried her back to the castle. Realizing just how badly he’d hurt her, he felt a strange feeling gnawing away deep inside his gut. He couldn’t describe it in words, but he'd never felt it before and whatever it was- it made him feel completely awful.
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A/N there is chapter eight, enjoy XD
Chapter eight:
Bankotsu continued holding her until her sniffles stopped and she shoved away from him. His hand clamped around her wrist to keep her from running off again.
Airi hissed and tried to break free of his hold, but he pulled her to her feet and into his body, cementing his vise-like grip around her waist and forced her to look him in the eyes; commanding harshly, “Tell me why you ran from me.”
She scoffed and retorted, “You can’t possibly be that stupid,” glaring into his eyes.
He rolled his eyes stating, “I know because of your grandpa... But why would that matter so damn much?”
She scowled and kicked his shin hard, earning a startled yelp from the braid haired teen, and her freedom when he broke his hold on her in favor of cradling his abused shin while scowling at her.
She placed her hands on her hips and stared him right in the eyes saying, “For your information asshole, he was the only family I’ve ever had and he was dying.”
Unimpressed he scoffed, “Then I did you both a favor,” rubbing his poor shin as he glared at the ungrateful woman.
Airi growled and raised her hand delivering a vicious slap to his arrogant face. He growled and caught her hand ordering icily, “Don’t ever try that again.”
She struggled demanding, “Let go!” Her own eyes blazing with fury as she tried to break free from his iron grip. His free hand whipped out wrapping around her throat as he lifted her into the air. Her small hands immediately went to the hand constricting her throat.
Bankotsu’s glare was hard and unrelenting. The moment she began to kick at him, he tightened his grasp around her slender neck, ceasing her violent movements. Airi gasped for breath as she willed her eyes to remain open. She could feel the blood in her face rushing and building up from the lack of circulation. Black spots began to dance before her as she stared into his eyes. They were hard and shimmered with that same evil gleam she’d seen when they first met. She moved her lips, but no words passed them.
At the sight of her growing a deep purplish color, an aching began in his chest, causing him to loosen his grip on her. She inhaled immediately gasping the air greedily. He glanced down to his chest and narrowed his eyes as he looked back to her. The unfamiliar sensation had lessened as soon as he’d loosened his grip on her throat.
He applied more pressure to his hold on her neck. In response she let out a muffled noise. Tears gathered in her eyes as blood vessels began to burst, turning her eyes bloodshot red. Her movements began to become sluggish. He spoke dangerously, “Don’t you ever slap me as if I were some misbehaved child again,” glaring at her with hard and unforgiving eyes.
Mustering what little strength she had left, she held her fingers together and bent her wrist, forming her hand into a crane beak and drove it as hard as she could; right into the top of his hand. His hand involuntarily jerked opened and she fell to the ground, sucking huge amounts of air into her oxygen starved lungs.
Her original color slowly returned to her skin and the tears that had gathered around her eyes streamed down her cheeks. Eyes wide as saucers, she glared at him saying shakily, “Stay… stay away from me,” crawling backwards, as his angry glare bored into her, while he gently cradled his aching hand.
Once she’d made it several feet away from him, she sat straight with her eyes never leaving his hulking form and tried to return her accelerated heart rate back to normal; rubbing her bruised neck in an effort to soothe the abused skin.
Bankotsu scowled and moved towards her, watching in shock as she visibly recoiled from him, flinching in fear. His heart clenched at the sight. Halting in his tracks, he released a heavy sigh and said, “Look Airi I-“
She held up a hand and cut him off in a raspy voice, “Don’t bother- just… don’t.” and very slowly moved to stand to her feet, walking step by trembling step back towards the castle. After only six steps she collapsed to her knees crying out and began panting harshly trying to breathe through the pain wracking her ankle.
Bankotsu swore under his breath and ran over to her asking in a concerned voice, “Airi are you alright?”
Realizing that she no longer had the ability to walk on her own, she scowled and sat on the ground scoffing, “Am I alright he asks me?” shaking her head side to side disbelievingly.
Staring up into his eyes, she huffed, “Fine since you must know, I’ll tell you then. That village that you and your ‘brothers’ so mindlessly slaughtered because you were bored, was my village… at least it’s where I was born.”
Taking a deep breath, she glared up at him and continued, “You already know that you killed my grandpa, and that he was dying… What you didn’t know is that he’s spent the last six years as a cripple- simply because he protected me.” sadness entering her voice.
Bankotsu frowned and sat across from her asking confused, “Why?”
Airi sighed and tears once again stung her eyes, but this time she refused to let them fall. Taking a deep breath she replied in an emotionless voice, “Because of a heartless bastard who didn’t like to be denied. He was also the village headman’s son.”
The tears continued to burn her eyes and she blinked, causing crystalline drops to flow unbidden and unwanted. She continued in the same emotion free tone, “He decided that he wanted me and refused to take no for an answer. Once day when I was returning from the river, he and his goon squad cornered me. They held me down and he… forced himself on me.”
She spat out bitterly,”Ignoring the crowd that began to gather, he continued for quite some time. I cried for help, even begged and no one would listen. They all turned their backs and pretended nothing was wrong.”
She sighed and said sadly, “My grandfather came looking for me and saw what was going on. He beat them off of me and they broke his legs- would have killed him, if I hadn’t killed them.” She fell silent waiting to gauge his reaction.
When he remained silent and simply motioned for her to continue, she obliged by explaining, “I was so overcome with anger that I didn’t care what happened to me anymore. When I saw them hurting Grandpa I… I grabbed the fishing knife that was lying on the ground and I used it.”
Taking another deep breath she shook her head - referring to the headman’s son as she said evenly, “I kept bringing it down into him over and over. By the time I was done, I was covered in their blood and my own, I didn’t care that I was still completely naked. I used my last bit of adrenaline and crawled over to my grandfather and wept into his chest telling him I was sorry that he’d gotten hurt.”
The headman came out and saw them dead and became furious. Grandfather placed a blanket over me even though he couldn’t walk. We just stayed there and clung to each other crying.”
Bankotsu was overcome with an intense need to comfort her and lifted a hand toward her face. He stopped just short of his goal when she flinched away. He sighed and slowly wiped away a single crystalline drop with his thumb as he breathed softly, “Go on.”
Closing her eyes she finished, “He wanted to kill me, but there were too many witnesses to what had happened. So instead, he banished me from the village and told me never to return. Grandfather couldn’t go with me because he would have died from the extent of his injuries, had they gone left untreated. So Grandpa reluctantly stayed behind and was tended to, while I was cast out with nothing but a blanket around me.”
Shaking her head she continued, “I stumbled along as far as I could shivering in the wintery night, and just before the snow hit I collapsed unable to go on any further. I remember feeling cold inside and out, and that I’d huddled into a tight ball to try to keep warm, as the blackness took over. The next thing I knew, I woke up in a warm hut with a kind old woman who had nursed me back to health. She’d even clothed me and given me a place to stay.
Once I was able to talk, I explained to her what had happened. She asked me to stay with her and help her village. Feeling that I owed her a debt of gratitude, I remained until the war broke out. I was trained to be a damn good soldier too. After the war left that village slaughtered, I moved on again and have been wandering the lands ever since.”
Taking another deep breath she sighed and said, “I recently received word that grandfather was dying and his last request had been to see me once more. I immediately broke away from my current battalion and traveled back to where I’d been born as fast as I could… only-“ cutting off to swipe angrily at her annoying tears.
His heart ached with the knowledge that he and his brothers had killed her grandfather. He was glad that the village had been killed, but wished that she’d have had the chance to see her grandfather one more time.
Airi sighed ending motionlessly, “So, now you know.” She moved to stand up again and her ankle gave out again. Watching as her fist hit the ground and formed small craters in her frustration; he sighed and scooped her into his arms saying gruffly, “Let’s go back.”
Knowing that she had no way of walking on her own, Airi stayed silent and crossed her arms over her chest; huffing as she refused to look at him. Bankotsu frowned as he carried her back to the castle. Realizing just how badly he’d hurt her, he felt a strange feeling gnawing away deep inside his gut. He couldn’t describe it in words, but he'd never felt it before and whatever it was- it made him feel completely awful.
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A/N there is chapter eight, enjoy XD