InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Yuureibanashi ❯ The Retreat ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any other character from the manga or anime

series. I only own the characters of my own design.

 

 

 

Yuureibanashi (Rewritten)

 

I'll come home to you

Yes, I'm sorry

Don't worry

Goodbye.

Brilliant Green

September Rain

 

 

Chapter One: The Retreat

 

Miya awoke to shouting and the heavy footsteps of her father's men running past her door. Fear swept through her when the bell rang signaling that they were under attack. Her mother and father burst into her room, followed by three samurai. Her mother was still dressed in her sleeping robes, as her father was securing the last of his armor.

“Otosan!” Miya cried, wrapping her arms around her father. He reached down and brought the small child into his arms.

“Miya, you must go with your mother,” he said as he stroked her long black hair. “There are bad men who are trying to take our home away.”

“Papa, I want to stay with you. I'm not afraid of bad men,” she pleaded as she held tightly to her father.

Asikaga gazed down at his child, her light brown eyes shone with tears. For a moment he entertained the notion, of leaving with them. To hell with this place let it burn, he thought. But as quickly as it came, it faded. Generations upon generations of Yoshimasa's have lived here. There is no honor in abandoning his men and running away. Asikaga's heart grew heavy as he kissed his daughter's forehead and set her down. “Kawaii musume, be good and strong for your mother,” his voice gentle but finite. “Take lady Katsume and our hime to the spring retreat. I will follow once things are settled here,” he said addressing his samurai.

“Hai, my lord!”

Asikaga turned to his wife, gently cupping her cheek. Her deep brown eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Be brave for me.” Katsume nodded her head, not trusting her voice. “I will come, koishii,” he said giving her a tender kiss. Then he was gone from the room.

“Otosan!!” Miya cried to the empty door way. Katsumi quickly gathered her daughter and followed the samurai.

The servants already had the essentials packed and ready. Katsumi held Miya close wrapping her robe around her to block out the night. Miya heard shouts and battle cries as their carriage left the stable. Otosan, I will wait. I'll wait forever, Miya promised as they faded into the night.

 

 

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The sky darkened as the frigid wind cut through the weary travelers. The weather had been pretty mild for December, allowing the group to continue their quest without trials. But the winter could not be held at bay for long. In the last hour the temperature had dropped as a storm approached from the north.

“I think we need to find shelter for the night,” Miroku said, looking at the sky.

“I agree with houshi-sama,” commented Sango, tucking Kirara into her kimono.

“Keh, it's just a little snow,” replied InuYasha. He glanced at Kagome, who was shivering but trying not to draw attention to herself. Her battered uniforms provided little to no protection against the harsh conditions. “Oi, wench you cold?”

“NO, I'm fine” she retorted curtly. InuYasha winched inwardly from the tone of her voice. She must still be mad about earlier, he thought to himself.

 

“Iya!” Kagome yelled as she slipped and fell into the stream, getting her jeans and sweater soaked in process. InuYasha turned to the sound of her cry. Her long black tresses hung wildly around her head. But it wasn't the hair that got him. Her normally pretty face was splattered with mud and a child like pout was drawn across her features. It was too much; he did the unthinkable…he laughed.

“It's not funny InuYasha!” Kagome warned.

“You should see if from this end.” He replied, going into hysterics. Her pout was replaced by anger in a flash.

“OSUWARI!”

InuYasha was instantly pulled to the ground courtesy of her subduing spell.

“What the fuck was that for, bitch!” He yelled when he regained his mobility.

“Osuwari, osuwari, osuwari!”

 

“She had to put her school uniform back on.” InuYasha thought to himself. Usually he didn't mind because it showed off her figure beautifully. But he could see the cold creeping up her long legs. Glancing up at the sky InuYasha could smell the coming storm.

“It was going to be a big one. If they were caught outside the weak humans could die.” He thought.

“Stay here and I'll scout ahead for some shelter,” he told the group. He removed his haori, placed it around the miko's shoulders.

Kagome's protest died on her lips, as she watched the headstrong hanyou disappear into the forest. True part of her was still miffed at the jerk for laughing at her. But another, larger part of her loved the sound of said laughter, especially because of its rarity. Kami-sama, I must be crazy, she mused. The warm soft Firerat fur felt wonderful against her icy skin. She hugged the haori to her body allowing a wave of comfort wash over her. It sometime amazes her the effect his very scent had over her. Kagome, smiled secretly, he makes very hard to stay angry with him.

InuYasha returned about 30 minutes later. “There is a house built into the side of the mountain not far from here. It looks like it hadn't been lived in for many summers, yet it looks intact,” he explained. Kirara transformed to allow Sango, Miroku and Shippo a quick ride. Kagome climbed onto InuYasha's back. As they bound through the forest Kagome leaned forward and whispered into InuYasha's ear.

“Thank you for earlier.” Her warm breath almost caused him to loose his footing.

“Damn wench, you trying to kill us?” he said gently. Kagome smiled in spite of his words. Even InuYasha smiled softly. He was finding it harder and harder to resist her. He loved traveling with her on his back. He knew where she was and that she was safe. He promised to protect her and he meant it. He would protect her even if it meant his life. Another reason that he was not so eager to advertise was the effect of their closeness had on her scent. Her intoxicating scent laced with his, announcing to all other demons that she was his. Most paid heed, but that annoying wolf chose to ignore his claim.

Kagome tightened her grip on him, drawing her body even closer to him. He had to admit that she is the most sinful of temptations and he was not sure how much longer he could hold out. InuYasha tried to ignore the feeling of her breast against his back and the smoothness of her thighs in his grip. Must focus! He shook his head, and forced his attention to their destination.

When they broke free of the forest they were greeted with a dark, desolate house.

“Wow! Are sure no one lives here?” Kagome asked

“Yeah, I checked the place out no one has been here for awhile,” InuYasha answered.

“This was truly a magnificent house at some time,” Miroku observed. “The two story house rose from the mountainside, the ornate roof and remains of a once lush garden was proof that house had belonged to nobility. But like so many places in the Sengoku Jidai it was abandoned. The house could have once belonged to daimyo whose bloodline had been severed by a rival daimyo, leaving this entire splendor to rot, Miroku thought to himself.

The rest of the group entered the house; Miroku approached the steps, when he felt something. Deep sadness, regret, and anger swept over him causing him to stop. But as quickly as the feeling came, it disappeared, leaving the young monk bewildered. I wonder where that came from? Looking up at the house attempting to discern the source of his apprehension.

“Houshi-sama, are you coming?” called Sango, breaking Miroku from his thoughts.

“Hai, my dear Sango” he replied with a smile. I will have to mediate on this later, he thought, as he joined the beautiful tai-jiya at the door.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Why my dear Lady Sango, what ever gave you the impression that something was amiss?”

Sango, looked down at the ground, suddenly finding her feet very interesting. “You had a strange expression on your face just now. Are you sure there is nothing bothering you, Houshi-sama?” Her deep brown eyes caught his, and he was taken back for a moment by their clarity. He smiled innocently, as his bounded hand found it's favorite source comfort. Sango froze; her face turned a familiar shade of red. “HENTAI!” A loud slap followed by a thump echoed through the frozen courtyard, temporally rising above the howling winds.

“My dear Sango, I can not help my cursed hand. It only seeks to appreciate the beauty of your form.” Miroku pleaded from his new position in the snow.

“Appreciate my ASS!” she yelled, still fueled with indignant rage.

“Exactly,” Miroku stated, standing and dusting the snow from his dark robes. “You are a perfect example of the exquisite artistry that is possible in nature. As a humble servant of Buddha, how could I pass up an opportunity to show my reverence?” A blissful look passed across the houshi's face. Sango balled up her fist preparing to pumble the perverted monk, when a very irate voice gave her pause.

“Oi, are you two going to stand out there all fucking day, because you're letting the snow in!” Miroku used the blessed moment to quickly dash around the angry tai-jiya and disappear through the door. Sango promptly followed mumbling under her breath about idiot houshi's and irritating hanyous. She slammed the door with such force she distinctly heard the snow and ice dislodge from the roof and eves.

 

Yuureibanashi = ghost story

Kawaii musume = darling daughter

Koishii = beloved

Otosan = father

Tai-jiya = demon slayer

 

AN: I'm sorry this isn't an update per say, but a rewriting of this chapter. While working on chapter 6, I discovered the pervious chapters desperately needed revamping. I hope you understand and enjoy the additions made. I want to increase the rating for future lemons, but realized it was not set up properly for upcoming events. So please bear with me, and thank you for the all the reviews, I truly appreciate it!

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