InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unforeseen Obstacles ❯ Soon the night will take me and save me from my pain ( Chapter 22 )

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Notes: Disturbances and unseen attacks…

 

Genre: Drama, romance…
Rating: R
Codes: Mir/Sess
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Unforeseen Obstacles…Chapter 22

Soon the night will take me and save me from my pain…

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Kirara seemed to sense something was wrong first. She started growling and twitching her tails in agitation. Sango asked her what was wrong, but she only whined in response and didn't lead them anywhere. But as they continued walking, her whine became almost piteous. She really didn't like what was coming. Sesshomaru was the next to respond, by freezing in place and gazing around.

 

“What is it?” Miroku asked.

 

“Blood,” he answered. InuYasha frowned and sniffed the air.

 

“I don't smell it,” the hanyo said. “It's not that close yet.”

 

“No.”

 

“Is it human?” Kagome asked, looking worried.

 

“Yes,” Sesshomaru answered. Something was obviously bothering him, though and Miroku didn't think it was a human battle, no matter how many bodies. He pushed his wet hair off his face and shook a clump of mud off his sandal. It had been raining all day: a hot, relentless downpour. He looked down at Rin, who was wearing his rain hat and she smiled up at him. He slowed down and let everyone walk a distance ahead before sidling up beside Sesshomaru and asking, “What is it?”

 

“I smell the blood of human infants.” Sesshomaru said softly. Miroku stopped. Sesshomaru stopped next to him.

 

“Babies smell different?” Miroku asked, trying to push away what he had just heard. He didn't want it to be true.

 

“Their blood is different. It changes as they age.”

 

“How do you know that?”

 

“I have seen many dead bodies over the centuries.”

 

“Centuries?” Miroku repeated in disbelief. Sesshomaru nodded and resumed walking. Miroku quickened his pace to keep up with Sesshomaru and catch up with his friends. He mulled over this new bit of information and began to understand, in a small part, why Sesshomaru avoided humans as a rule. If he had already lived centuries and was so young, then he would have to watch any mortal he cared for grow old and die while he barely aged. “We should stop here for the night,” Miroku called. The rest of the party stopped and looked around. There was an almost dry area under several tightly packed trees that looked ideal for keeping dry.

 

“But it's still light out,” Kagome said. Miroku glanced at InuYasha, who had obviously heard what his brother had said. “What if people are hurt just ahead? Shouldn't we see if we can help?”

 

“I still can't smell it, so it would most likely be dark before we got there. Besides,” InuYasha continued, “If it's a battle, we don't want to be involved.” He didn't meet Kagome's eyes as he said it, looking instead in the direction they were walking. Miroku realized that InuYasha had just lied to Kagome. He could smell the blood. Miroku sniffed, but he couldn't smell anything himself, which meant whatever it was that was killing infants wouldn't be near their camp tonight. And, more importantly, he didn't have to see any dead babies right before going to sleep. If InuYasha didn't want to go forward, that meant he didn't think they could help anyone anyway.

 

“Alright, if you're sure,” Kagome said.

 

“I'm sure there's nothing we can do to help today,” InuYasha said, turning to face her. She smiled weakly at him, and then started setting up camp. Miroku breathed a sigh of relief. It was cowardly, but there were some horrors he would rather not have in his mind. He doubtlessly wouldn't get to avoid this one, but he might be able to put it off for a while, at least. He decided to stay with Rin for the night, forgoing the companionship of Sesshomaru in favor of protecting his child. Miroku blinked hard, thinking the phrase again. `My child. My… daughter.' He smiled. He watched Rin laughing and playing with Shippo and felt a strong rush of happiness.

 

He had no idea how fleeting it would be.

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Sesshomaru woke in the middle of the night, unsettled by something, though he wasn't sure what. He decided to check on the sleeping camp. As he approached, dread began to fill him and he picked up speed, desperately trying to scent Miroku or Rin. He burst into camp in a full run and looked around frantically. As he feared, they were gone.

 

“What's wrong?” InuYasha asked sleepily, obviously having trouble waking. Sesshomaru frowned. His brother may have had his faults, but being slow to awaken was not one of them.

 

“Where are Miroku and Rin?” Sesshomaru demanded. InuYasha looked across the camp, his eyes dull and Sesshomaru detected an odd smell in the air. It was almost flowery, but cloying, sticking to the back of his throat.

 

“What the hell's wrong with me?” InuYasha gasped. He tried to stand in the tree and promptly fell, crashing noisily to the ground. But no one stirred. Sesshomaru walked over to his brother's mate and leaned down, listening to her heart beat. It was slow, but she was definitely alive. They were all drugged. Sesshomaru was completely resistant to poisons, but he was the only one. He watched InuYasha pulling himself into a standing position using the tree he had been sleeping in, then searched for any sign that Miroku and Rin had simply walked off. He found Rin's few belongings in Ah-un's saddle: her comb and the kimono he found her in. Miroku's staff lay against the tree he had slept under. That was the proof Sesshomaru was looking for. They had not left freely, for Miroku would not go anywhere with the child unarmed.

 

They had been kidnapped.

 

Sesshomaru was momentarily blinded by rage as his vision faded to red and he nearly transformed. He composed himself and began taking a scent reading of the area, but quickly was forced to abandon it, as all he could smell was the sleeping poison permeating everything. He sought out any other youkai sense and swiftly found a large group, thirty or more, to the west. He started to move out, but then he looked around the camp and realized it was entirely defenseless. If he left, his brother would not be able to protect it and would likely die trying. He could not abandon him, or even the mortals that Miroku cared so much for. But every moment he wasted could be time that Miroku and Rin were being harmed.

 

He gave no outward sign that he was ready to slaughter anything that presented itself as an obstacle to defending his family, for that is what the two ningen had become to him: his family. He may have given Rin to Miroku, but he still looked on her as a daughter. And Miroku was his mate. Someone was going to die. Potentially, several `someone's were going to die. Painfully. For now, all he could do was wait until his brother was lucid again. Then the hunt would begin.

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To be continued…

 

Poor Miroku and Rin, being in mortal danger twice in as many days. But you know what they say: bad things come in threes. So I guess they have one more particularly horrid torment in store… or do they? Zetsumei may have been the first and this may have been the last… forever. After all, we don't know that they're even still alive… Don't beg ME to save them, that's entirely up to Sesshomaru-sama. Let's just hope, for the sake of everyone, that he gets there in time.